Author's Note: Shifting gears guys! From angst to smut, hahaha. Next few things I got planned to post are rated M, so sorry if that bothers you! Just some alleviation from the heartbreak that's probably to come, hahaha ;u; Dedicated to Darkhope because I love and adore you! Hope you like it!

title: wash me in the water
rating: M
summary: Shower me with your love.

She's pressed against the wall, Gray's chest on her back as his hips rock into hers. Shower water sprays on them as steam billows in the air, clouding the bathroom in a thick heat. Their bodies are slick and wet—his skin slaps wetly against hers as her fingers slip through the damp hair clinging to his face. She moans throatily at every thrust, unable to stop the sounds escaping her lips. She bites her lip to quiet herself but he moves rougher against her, adamant to make her cry out his name. He buries his face in her neck as he pants huskily against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Water drops slide down their bodies and his hand follows one down hers. Her breathing sharpens and her fingers curl against the cool tiled wall as he slips his hand between her legs. He promptly strokes her and her eyes roll closed, her lips parting in a strained whimper. Between his aggressive thrusts and his rubbing fingers, she's lost in an ecstatic euphoria, her voice falling to breathless moans as her hips roll back in rhythm with his.

He hits a particular deep spot that makes her hips buck as she cries out and clutches his hair. His lips trail along her shoulder as she tilts her head back, resting her temple against his. He bites into her neck when she squeezes him too much, and she smiles as he growls and pounds into her harder.

The shower strikes their skin but she can't feel it when his fingers press circles into her clit. Her eyes squeeze shut and she gives a breathy scream, feeling his body press her even harder against the wall. He kisses her back and cups her breast, squeezing the soft mound against his palm. She moans as her fingers clench against the wall, streaking steam down the tiles. She starts to feel a delicious pressure mounting higher and higher, but before it overwhelms her she feels him grab her hips and turn her around.

Her half-lidded eyes dazedly meet his, and she loves the intensity layered in his darkened eyes. His hand grabs both her thin wrists and pins them above her head, gripping securely. She's panting breathlessly when his lips crash down on hers, consuming her in a rough kiss of teeth, lips and tongue. His other hand holds her neck, and she whimpers and blushes as he coaxes her head back and kisses her even deeper. She squirms and moans when his hand slides down her neck and roughly squeezes her breast. His mouth slants over hers and she sighs into his lips, returning his kiss with equal fervor.

His hand falls from her wrists as he pulls away, and she watches with bated breath as he places his hands beneath her thighs and lifts her up. Her arms wrap around his neck with her legs around his waist, and she meets his gaze for a moment before he's driving back into her.

Her nails dig into his skin as she cries out, tossing her head back against the tiles. He always overwhelms her but she can never have enough of him, especially when he slowly rolls his hips and ravishes her neck.

His body is wet and glistening and she faintly catches his reflection in the bathroom mirror, watching the way his back muscles flex as he slams into her. Her hand slides in his hair, clutching the dark locks as she moans and trembles with every vigorous pound of his hips. Her eyes roll close as her lips part, her face relaxing in all-consuming pleasure. He holds her back and pants against her neck, grunts and groans slipping from his mouth as his grip on her tightens.

Pressed up against her, his torso slides against hers, gliding hard chiseled muscles against her soft skin. The friction is rough but she loves it, drawing him closer with her legs to feel everything about him. He growls through clenched teeth, pressing a palm against the wall as her name rolls off his tongue. She moans at the husky sound, locking her legs tighter around him. He kisses her neck and her hand slides through his wet hair, her face flushed as his tongue slides along her throat. He sucks at a sensitive spot and she opens her mouth before breathing his name, her face falling to bliss as she edges closer to release.

His breaths come sharper as he groans and murmurs dirty words in her ear. She moans as her cheek rests against his, her delicate fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. Her muscles squeeze him and he hisses a curse, leaning his head back and kissing her hard. He holds her neck and grunts when she tugs on his lower lip, grinding her hips against his.

Pulling away, she pushes the wet bangs away from his face and cups his cheeks. Her heart flutters as the unbidden affection in his eyes before he closes them and growls, grinding his teeth. She feels it too as her forehead leans against his, her eyes squeezing tight as a powerful tremor courses through her body. Her moans come higher and sharper until they falter to a silent scream, her head falling back against the wall as he groans and bites into her neck. His hips drive two more powerful thrusts before he stills and rides the waves of his release. Coming down from the high, he kisses her lips and murmurs three words before gently lowering her to the floor. Her hands rest against his face as her forehead touches his, their pants heavy and ragged as the two slowly regain their breath.

"Gray-sama…" she purrs, and he grunts in response, shifting his cheek to hers as his fingers pass through her wet hair.

"You started it," he mutters in her ear, and he feels her smile weakly against his face.

Her arms wrap around his neck as she buries her face in the crook of his shoulder, leaning her body heavily against his. Gray blinks at the pressure, arching a brow at her.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," she replies softly, face hidden against his body. He feels her press a wet kiss to his neck before her eyes lift to his. "Juvia's just sore."

He frowns, securing her waist as her legs seem ready to give out on her. "Did I hurt you?"

A drunken smile plays on her lips as she rolls her cheek along his shoulder. "Gray-sama can do whatever he wants with Juvia's body…"

"Juvia—"

"No," she reassures him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You didn't hurt me. Juvia wouldn't want it any other way."

He falls silent before grunting in acquiescence, kissing the top of her head. She nestles her face against his neck as he mumbles that they need to finish their shower—or actually start it in the first place—while lathering some shampoo in his hands and running his fingers through her hair. Her body rests against his, arms around his neck and eyes closed in relaxation as his fingers massage her silky blue tresses, sliding down to the wavy tips resting against her lower back.

As he gathers the soap and glides the foam over and down her shoulders, a content sigh escapes her lips. She nuzzles the crook of his neck and smiles, perfectly serene as the shower water gently washes over their skin.