Author's Note: Hi! So this hilarious prompt was requested by P. FullbusterBelieve who essentially wanted Juvia as a pizza delivery girl and a towel-clad Gray as her lucky customer. I hope it makes you smile!

Also I can't thank enough my darling WednesdaySnow here / honeyteacake via tumblr for beta-ing this 'cause some of her additions made this story a million times better than it ever could've been.

I'm still procrastinating like crazy good god, but the OTP muse is too strong to ignore. Hope you like it!

title: eating out
second genre: humor
rating: T
summary: [AU] Is it hot in here or is it just me?

Gray was a master of takeout. He had every delivery place on speed dial: Chinese, subs, burgers—pretty much whatever he wanted was only a call away.

Today, he craved some pizza. After a nice long workout, he liked loading up on carbs, and nothing beat stretching the slick cheese as he grabbed a hot slice and stuffed his face with a cold beer on the side.

He had just stepped out of the shower when he heard the doorbell ring. He quickly toweled his hair before wrapping it loosely around his hips, not bothering to get dressed because one, it was his apartment so who the fuck cares, and two, the delivery guy was always this same scrawny Indian dude named John so what would he care. If anything, he vaguely recalled answering the door in less than a towel once.

Walking out of the steaming bathroom, Gray basked in the icy temperature of his apartment until the doorbell persistently rang again, and again. He furrowed his brow, feeling a tinge of annoyance; who stuck a pizza up his ass?

"Coming," he called, sauntering down his dim hallway and flicking the latches undone on the door. He carelessly swung it open, expecting to lift his head to meet the John's towering stature, except all he saw was air.

He heard a sudden squeak, making him glance down. On his doorstep was a petite blue-haired girl, ogling his chest with a really red face.

Gray blinked. Huh. That wasn't John. But he sure as hell wasn't complaining—the chick was totally hot with an amazing rack and some of the nicest legs he'd ever seen.

"U-Um…"

Juvia stared, eyes practically popping out of her head.

She couldn't believe it—this was her first official job and her first official delivery, and out of all the people she could have got, her first customer was a gorgeous, dripping wet, practically naked boy who apparently had no problem proudly displaying his nude glory. Not that she could blame him— he was all skin and muscle and muscle on his muscles. Everything on his body was perfectly sculpted, and it was—he was—mouth-watering and oh god she was totally staring holes through his muscles and she really, really should stop. But she couldn't help thinking that this was just like one of those moments in one of Erza's romance novels where hottie in a towel would sweep her off her feet with those gorgeous biceps, take her to his room and—

"Hey."

Wow, even his voice was perfect, low and husky and making her weak in the knees. She struggled to meet his eyes, her face burning in embarrassment as her hands clutched the pizza box harder.

He cocked a brow, and was he… smirking at her?

"You're not John."

Juvia swallowed, her throat running dry as her heart pounded in her chest. She drew a breath to compose herself, forcing herself to speak.

"I… you…"

She trailed off as her eyes followed the defined valley of his pectorals, tracing down the slopes of his abs to the edge of his towel before she ducked her head to the side and bit her lip.

Smooth.

Her eyes shyly peeked up to his, finding amusement dancing in his dark eyes—and when had he leaned into the doorframe? She shrunk away from the proximity, averting her gaze because here she was, making a complete fool out of herself and he was totally loving it.

"So, how much?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. He just loved watching her squirm. The blush on her face and her squeaky voice was cute, not to mention entertaining as hell.

"Um…" she mumbled, eyes still fixated on his body. Gray smirked at her bold admiration.

"What, is this bothering you?" he asked, letting the towel slide lower to reveal a sharp hip bone.

Her face erupted into a new shade of pink as she crushed the pizza box to her chest, and Gray stifled his laugh.

Whisking her eyes to a corner, she blurted, "15.95!"

He blinked. "Huh?"

She ducked her head again, shifting her legs slightly. "Th-The price."

"Oh, right," he mumbled, passing a hand through his hair. Juvia gaped as his bicep flexed. "Give me a sec."

He turned to leave before pausing, glancing over his shoulder with a charming grin on his face.

"You want to come in? Your legs must be cold."

She glanced down, suddenly very self-conscious to the short length of her skirt as his eyes openly traveled down her legs. Blushing, she tugged the hem lower, "U-Um, I don't think—"

A cool breeze blew by, making her shiver as Gray moved aside. "You can step inside for a sec, I don't mind."

The girl paused, sparing a quick glance at her surroundings before taking a small, tentative step inside. His cold fingers suddenly wrapped around her wrist, making her flinch as a shiver crawled along her skin. She panicked at the physical contact—was he going to take her to his room now? Throw her against the hallway walls? What if he was a gorgeous serial killer and he seduced delivery girls into becoming willing victims?

She tensed when he tugged on her wrist, only to realize he was simply pulling her a step forward over the doorframe. Once inside, he released his grip and leaned over her to close the door behind her.

"There," he said, his face close enough for his breath to tickle her ear. A chill shot down her spine, and she wasn't sure if she was shivering because of the cold or him. "Better, right?"

She timidly looked at him, hands still tightly grasping the pizza box. The inside of his house was still relatively cold, maybe even a little colder, but he was standing close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body.

The thought tinted her cheeks pink as she gave a small nod.

"By the way, you're holding that upright," he said, pointing down at the pizza she had completely forgotten about. Juvia stared at the box in her arms before frantically setting the box right-side up.

"You can put it over there," he said with a chuckle, nodding towards a coffee table in his living room before shuffling to his couch.

As she quietly complied, he could see the way she was making a conscious effort to focus her eyes on anywhere but him. But the minute he turned around to grab the cash, he could feel her eyes on his body, roving over the muscles of his shoulders and back, probably even lower to his ass.

Grinning to himself, he bent over and grabbed the coins and crumpled bills on his couch. He could literally hear her muffle her squeal as he casually glanced back at her, meeting her eyes before she quickly scurried back to the door.

Too easy.

"Got it," he murmured, flexing his back as he stood up straight. Walking over to her, he spread the bills in his hand. "How much is it again?"

"15.95," she said quietly, biting her lip as her eyes flickered from his face to the money at his chest.

"You know," he murmured, his low voice making her heart skip a beat, "you keep biting your lip like that and you're gonna cut yourself. Unless you want someone to lick the wound all better for ya."

He grinned and Juvia blushed, hastily releasing her lower lip. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize to me," Gray replied, giving an offhanded shrug as he idly sifted through the bills, sorting the right amount. "So you order a lot out take out?"

Juvia blinked, tilting her head. Was he… making small talk with her?

"I'm curious," he added, "with you being a delivery girl and all."

Juvia hesitated, eyes idly shifting across the room. "I don't."

"Hm. I do, but I also try to eat out." He gave his wet bangs a shake before meeting her eye. "I love eating out."

Juvia choked, cheeks flaming. She really had to stop reading Erza's dirty books because she was either hearing things or he was—

"So what're your favorite toppings?"

Her gaze snapped to his as he smirked, coolly leaning his head to the side.

"You seem like someone who likes a nice, thick sausage."

The girl flushed, ears burning. "I, um, like a little bit of everything," she said, her voice high-pitched.

"Not picky huh? I like that." He took her hand and turned it over, placing the money in her palm. "For me, the more sauce the better." He smirked as he closed her trembling hand, leaning towards her as she pressed her back into the door frame. "You wanna know why?"

She daringly met his gaze, her blue eyes clouded as she chewed her lower lip. "W-Why?"

"Sucking the sauce off my fingers," he answered, dark eyes glinting wickedly, "or having someone suck 'em for you."

The girl jumped, her hand jerking out of his and dropping the money to the floor. The coins clattered against the tile as she gasped, hands flying to her mouth. "I'm so sorry!"

He snickered as he bent down, gathering the money in his hands. "Don't worry about it," he answered as he stood upright again. Looking at her, he found both her hands stifling a scream as her face turned all shades of red. "What?"

"Y-Your towel!" she peeped.

He glanced down, finding his towel pooled at his feet. "Huh, would ya look at that. Anyway where do I put the tip? Front or back?"

Juvia stammered incoherently, steam shooting out of her ears as she forced her eyes to the ceiling. She felt a light pressure against her blouse, only to find his hand tucking the cash bills in her front pocket. She gasped as her eyes flashed to his face, blushing wildly.

"Take care of that tip," he said, winking before reaching around her and opening the door. He smirked as she sputtered, eyes flashing from his face to his chest before whirling around and scurrying out the door.

She heard the door close behind her as she absentmindedly descended the steps, cheeks flaming. Of all the experiences she could have had—she placed a hand over pounding heart, feeling the small bump of crumpled bills in her pocket., Heat rushed to her cheeks again, her head feeling lighter as she took out the tip and flattened the cash, only to stumble her next step.

Written on one of the bills, in large, clear handwriting, was his phone number.