This chapter has a lime, so beware ;)
The guild hall was a festive disaster. Holiday decorations hung from every hangable surface and lively Christmas tunes played from a radio on the bar top. Everyone in the guild was decked out in their holiday attire; Gray had even noticed red and green piercings in Gajeel's face! Lucy and Erza had both arrived in identical clothing: short dresses that looked like Santa's suit, along with hats and tall black boots. Happy had organized group outfits for the Exceed Squad: each one was dressed as an elf. Cana, the birthday girl, wore only a Santa-themed bra and panties set.
The scents wafting from the kitchen were absolutely heavenly, and Natsu repeatedly complained about Mira teasing him with the smells. Once the food arrived, silence fell over the hall as each member began devouring all of hard work. Gray ate plenty of food, but his main source of excitement was the epic party that would begin as soon as the feast was over. Impatient, Gray rose from his chair and began to carry wobbling towers of empty dishes to the kitchen. Mira laughed when she saw him, but did not intervene.
When the final dish was stacked on the kitchen counter, Gray looked at Mira and grinned. She held up a finger and said, "Time for dessert. The birthday girl has to blow out her candles! Help me carry it out?" She gestured toward a massive cake on the counter. The cake was as big as a table! Many attempts later, the cake was presented to the guild, balanced on the shoulders of Mira, Gray, Lisanna, and Erza. A loud and off-key "happy birthday" was sung by the entire guild, and the candles were extinguished. With a yell, Cana dramatically tapped the first keg and the crowd roared.
A professional band had not been booked for this event. The guild members took turns entertaining the group, which meant Mira sang several songs while the spotlights caused the frozen heart around her neck to glisten. The night was filled with uninterrupted drinking in celebration of Cana. When Gajeel took the stage, Gray and Mira were both glowing from alcohol. The iron dragon slayer belted out an upbeat jazzy tune, and Gray led Mira to the dance floor for some clumsy swing dancing.
Gray twirled her with vigor and her red dress spun up and out. Gray caught a quick glimpse of lacey white panties and he abruptly halted her spin. Leading her by the hand, the two left the guild hall and disappeared down a side hallway. MiraJane giggled loudly and said, "Gray, where are we—" Her question cut off as Gray spun around, pressing her flat against the wall with his own body. "Oh," she squeaked just before his mouth connected urgently with hers.
This kiss contained none of the tenderness that had been present earlier in the day. These actions were a necessity after all the alcohol, close dancing, and panty-flashing; it truly was a wonder Gray had contained himself up to this point. Her mouth searched his own, their various flavors of alcohol mingling and melding. With a quiet moan MiraJane nipped his bottom lip, eliciting a growl from the ice wizard's throat. He pulled away from her, his hungry eyes boring into her navy ones. In one swift movement he lifted her by the waist and she wrapped her legs around him without hesitation. Pressing her against the wall more firmly, he allowed her to support her own weight, which required her to squeeze her legs tightly around him. Gray exhaled roughly as wild sensations pulsed through his body, and their lips crashed together once again.
Gray's hands tickled up her ribs, pausing on her breasts. He gently massaged them for a few seconds, releasing a pleasant gasp from Mira's pale lips. He grinned smugly and his hands continued up her arms, slowly pinning them against the wall as he moved them. He lightly traced his lips along her jaw line, then down her neck to tease the skin along her collarbone. Once her hands were securely captured, he began to roll his body in a wave-like motion, slyly rubbing his arousal against those teasing white panties. "Gr—Graaaay," Mira gasped, pulling him even closer with her legs. The ice wizard released her hands, placing his left hand underneath her ass to help her stay in place. His right hand slid up her inner thigh, not even pausing for permission before sliding past the elastic of the lacey panties.
"Whoa!" A masculine voice sounded from down the hall and Gray wrenched his face away from Mira's neck to locate the source. Loke the celestial spirit stood about thirty feet away, clearly shocked by the scene he had discovered. A nervous hand rubbed the back of his head as he averted his gaze. With a shaky laugh he said, "Uh, um, Natsu asked me to find you. The birthday girl is requesting your famous fireworks." He nodded quickly then walked away.
Gray sighed heavily, turning to look at MiraJane whose cheeks were flushed. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she whispered, not meeting his eyes. After a moment of uncomfortable silence she muttered, "Gray, please put me down."
He obliged, concern building in his core. As he pulled his shirt back over his head (he was unable to remember when it had been stripped from his body), he said, "Mira, I'm really sorry—"
"Don't," she said with a hand held up. She flattened her red dress, flashing him a smile. "It was embarrassing to have one of the male guild members see me like that, but I willingly put myself in that situation." She stepped toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him gently. "Besides, it was a small sacrifice for that moment." Lacing her fingers with his, she led him down the hallway toward the sound of the wild party.