Author's Note: Just something silly 'cause yay 1 year anniversary since I first published a Fairy Tail fanfic! and yay hitting 20 chapters on here! I've been writing lots of short one-shots like these, so expect to see those over the next few days! and I have two long ones that will probably be uploaded separately because they are 11 and 13 pages, respectively :) Whooo, thank you guys so much for all the support! You kick my writing mojo into overdrive and I can't thank ya enough! :D Also super special shout out to Mizu no Oujo 1967 for literally reviewing every single chapter and story of Fairy Tail I've written! This one's for you!

title: make me wanna take my clothes off
rating: K+
summary: "Gray-sama's taking off clothes in front of beautiful women!" "I'm—what?"

The front door slammed open as a fuming Juvia stormed inside, followed closely by her exhibitionist boyfriend.

"I said I'm sorry, alright?" Gray said, slinging his shirt over his shoulder. "No need to be so upset over a dumb restaurant, Juvia. The food was crappy anyway—"

"It's not the restaurant Juvia's upset with!" she yelled, whirling around with her face flushed in anger.

Gray flinched, taking a step back and furrowing his brow. "You're mad at me? The hell did I do?"

"Gray-sama knows what he did!"

"No, I don't—"

"Gray-sama's taking off his clothes!"

"This isn't new, Juvia—"

She huffed, blue eyes blazing. "Gray-sama's taking off clothes in front of beautiful women!"

"I'm—what?"

"Don't play dumb, Gray-sama! Juvia knows! Gray-sama keeps his clothes on normally, but when a beautiful woman comes, they're suddenly gone! And Juvia knows why!"

He cringed, staying silent. He really shouldn't bait her by asking why—

"It's because Gray-sama is trying to seduce them with his body! That's why he's always taking his clothes off around them!"

"Wait," he said, raising his hands in a surrendering motion, "I'm not seducing anyone—"

"Gray-sama is very handsome, so the love rivals are always looking, but when Gray-sama takes his clothes off and shows his body, he's irresistible!"

He paused, falling silent before the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smug grin. "You really think that?"

She whisked her head away, folding her arms across her chest and exhaling noisily in aggravation. Gray blinked, noting the absence of a flustered blush or embarrassed squeak. So she really was mad at him.

The girl suddenly snapped her gaze back at him, and he flinched under the fiery heat of her stare.

"Gray-sama never strips when he's alone with Juvia," she stated. "But when a beautiful woman appears, Juvia is left picking up Gray-sama's clothes!"

"Juvia, calm down," he said, taking a cautious step towards her. "It's just a habit, you know that. I never realize when I'm doing it, so it's not because of some beautiful girl—"

"Why does Gray-sama not strip in front of Juvia anymore?" she cut in, and he stiffened upon finding her blue eyes glistening. "Does Gray-sama not find Juvia beautiful? Does Gray-sama want a prettier woman in Juvia's place?"

He sighed, walking closer towards her and rubbing the back of his neck. "Your jealousy is a little ridiculous, you know that?"

"So it's true!" she cried, turning to run off to their bedroom, but she felt him grab her wrist before trapping her against the wall.

"Listen to me," he said, maneuvering his face to look in her eyes, but she adamantly avoided his gaze. "The reason I don't strip around you, it's not what you think."

"Juvia doesn't believe you," she pouted, turning her face further away from his.

"It's not because of some beautiful girl!" he retorted, and her eyes slowly returned to his as a light blush dusted his cheeks. "It's—it's because—"

"It's because of beautiful men, isn't it?" she said quietly, and his face instantly reddened.

"No, dammit!" he exclaimed, shoving himself off of her. "I'm dating you, how many times do I need to tell you—"

"Juvia loves you regardless, Gray-sama! Just be honest with yourself—!"

"I'm not gay, Juvia!"

"Then why, Gray-sama?! Why don't you ever strip around Juvia anymore?!"

"'Cause it's not my clothes I wanna take off, it's yours!"

She squeaked, a blush instantly coating her cheeks as her hands flew to her mouth. "Wh… What?"

He mumbled under his breath, whipping his blushing face away and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah," he muttered. "And if my clothes do come off, I want you taking them off for me."

Her face flushed darker, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "G-Gray-sama…"

He stubbornly evaded her eyes, staring at a corner. "Okay? Get it now? Shit, it's hot in here…" He tugged on the chain of his necklace, swallowing thickly before clearing his throat. "I need some air."

Juvia mutely nodded, steam rising from her face as Gray turned towards the door. She watched him go, her eyes idly trailing lower, only to bug out of her head.

"Gray-sama—your pants!"