Written because there is simply not enough Gray/Erza on this site. I mean, really. They're a great couple. Therefore, I will continue to write about them. I'm almost done with the next chapter of 13th Street.
I hope this isnt OOC. I think Erza is, and Gray too, but hopefully they're not too bad. I can see this happening.

Oh, well. Enjoy!
-RD :)

Unbecoming

Just put on the shirt already.

.x.x.x.

He had been sitting in a lawn chair and drinking water when a white piece of cloth fell on his face.

Gray moved the cloth from his face and looked up to see an angry-looking Erza, hands on her hips and a frown on her face.

"Put it on." It was then that Gray realized that the piece of cloth was the shirt he had discarded earlier that day. But instead of reclaiming it, he tossed it to the ground.

"Nope."

Erza's eyebrows furrowed. "What did you just say?"

He sighed. "Erza, it's hot outside. Even you're not dressed normally. Do you really expect me to wear a shirt now?" He had a point there. It was at least ninety-five degrees, and the redhead was wearing shorts and a tank top. It made no sense for Gray, who didn't even get cold when it was freezing outside, to be wearing a shirt in this weather.

But she didn't care. "Put on your shirt."

Gray leaned back in the lawn chair. "Gosh, why do you care so much? I do this all the time." He looked up again, and for a second, he almost thought he saw her blushing.

"It's not becoming to go around without a shirt."

"Since when have I been 'becoming'?"

And then she glared at him.

"You have two seconds to get dressed or I will hurt you." Gray stood from his chair, glaring right back at her.

"Usually, I'd be really scared right now, but it's hot. I said no. It's not happening. Get over it."

Oh, now he was just asking for it.

Erza took one glance at his bare chest and frowned slightly. Over the last few days, she had begun to notice things. Like how big his muscles were and how he looked like those guys in the magazines Levy let her borrow and that he really wasn't bad looking and that it made sense that Juvia was head over heels for him and—

For some reason all that made her really angry.

But instead of hitting him, she bent over, picked up the shirt, and forced it into his chest, causing him to let out an "Oomph!" before she turned around and walked off, face red with both anger and embarrassment.

Because there was no way she was telling him the actual reason she wanted him to put on a shirt.