Disclaimer: Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima
Title: Gardening
Prompt: Bloom
Rating: M-ish
Word Count: 262
Genre: Poetic smut
A/N: First attempt at word-porn, so not so graphic.
They call it "deflowering" but Gray knows betternow. He hadn't uprooted a beautiful, fragile part of Juvia. He had planted a seed, tended it carefully. Watched it blossom.
It started with a touch. Unintentional. An accidental shock. Hands brushing hands. Glance brushing glance. Lips brushing lips.
There was a closeness that couldn't be filled, a silence that burst eardrums. There could never be enough of Juvia. Juvia's hands and Juvia's fingers. Juvia's legs and Juvia's hips. Juvia's lips and Juvia's tongue. Juvia's eyes and her fluttering eyelashes. Her hair everywhere. The taut sinews and soft curves and the way they flowed out of his hands. The mews and gasps and the touches and tweaks that induced them. The heat of her skin and the home of her heart.
The togetherness happened naturally. With pulsing and slipping and how had they come so far and where had his clothes gone and how could he get rid of hers. With rocking and pulsing and clinging and need. With tears and restraint and giving in to her. Letting her set the pace, letting her take control.
And always, Juvia's eyes, Juvia's body, Juvia's voice in his ear.
Finally, he saw it. The flush spread across her nose, down her throat.
It takes two things for flowers to flourish. Water and sunlight. Water was an integral part of Juvia herself. She had just been waiting for Gray to give her the Sun. And Juvia's water and sunlight finally intertwined, the seed of their love gave birth to the most beautiful flower Gray had ever seen.