Author's Note: There was a Juvia artwork of her in a cop uniform, and I really wanted to write something off of it, and voila *A*. This idea came from my sister, Mauia88, who writes looovely SasuHina stories, so if you like that couple, do check it out! Meanwhile, silly AU time, hehehe. I hope you like it!
title: mrs. officer
second genre: humor
rating: high rated T
summary: [AU] You have the right to remain sexy.
Adjusting the rearview mirror, Gray eyed the reflection, tilting it upward before sinking back against his seat. He slacked his arm around the passenger seat and glanced to the side mirror, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel while watching the pale sky of dawn fade into day.
"Gray-sama," a sweet voice called, prompting him to glance to his right as the car door pulled open and Juvia settled inside. "Juvia has the coffee," she smiled, handing him his cup before wrapping her hands around her own.
"Hm," Gray grunted, bringing it to his mouth and taking a small sip. "Thanks."
"Today is a quiet day," she noted, glancing to the steam rising from her cup. Gray glanced at her as she began shifting in her seat. "M-Maybe… after work… Gray-sama and Juvia could—"
"All units, all units respond."
Juvia's shoulders deflated while Gray reached for the radio in their patrol car, pressing the receiving button.
"Go ahead."
"We need all units to return to headquarters please."
"Something happen, Mira?"
"Nothing to worry about, Gray. Just standard police procedure—the new uniforms are here!"
Gray rolled his eyes as Mira giggled on the other end. "Alright. We're on our way."
Hooking the radio back in its place, Gray turned the engine key in the ignition, pulling the car into the street and flipping on the police sirens. Juvia smiled as he sped down the road, clapping her hands together and bouncing in her seat.
"New uniforms, Gray-sama!"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Now Gray-sama will look even more handsome! Ahh!"
"…uh, sure."
"But what if Gray-sama loses this uniform too…?"
"Oi, that's only happened a couple times, okay?!"
"Don't worry, Gray-sama! Juvia will always pick up Gray-sama's clothes! She will always have Gray-sama's six, and Gray-sama will always have Juvia's too, right?"
She smiled at him, closing her eyes and tilting her head with her hands folded neatly in her lap. Gray flicked his gaze towards her, fighting the blush creeping on his cheeks as he returned his eyes to the road.
"…yeah, yeah. I got your back too."
"Remind me why we're doing this again?" Gray mumbled, buttoning up the shirt of his uniform as he eyed the attire. It looked hardly different than his previous uniform, aside from a more form-fitting fabric that didn't itch as much as the last one.
"Nothing wrong with a little change of pace, Gray," Loke answered, smoothly tightening the tie of his suit. "The police commissioner felt the uniforms were a little outdated, so they expended the budget for new ones. Simple as that."
"Easy for you to say, detective," Gray retorted, furrowing his brow. "S'not like you have to put on a uniform every day."
"True, but either way, you can't keep law and order in your underwear," Loke replied, adjusting his glasses. "Even when you get promoted next year, Gray, you'll still have to wear clothes."
Gray snorted, lightly jabbing him in the arm. Loke jumped, hastily smoothing the area.
"Oi, careful! The mayor's daughter bought me this suit!"
Gray rolled his eyes, glancing towards the room Juvia was currently changing in.
"Yo, Juvia! You ready yet?"
The girl suddenly squeaked, making him blink as he turned towards the room.
"U-Um, ah, Juvia thinks Gray-sama should go without her!"
Gray furrowed his brow. "Huh? Don't be ridiculous. What's taking so long?"
"Juvia really insists, Gray-sama!"
"Something wrong with your uniform?"
"N—No!"
"Then come out and show me."
"Gray-sama, Juvia is fine! Really! Just go—"
"Either you come out or I'm coming in."
"Eh?!"
"I'm heading over—"
"W-Wait!" The girl heaved a defeated sigh, shuffling in the other room. "Okay… Juvia is coming."
Gray leaned his weight on one leg, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting expectantly. Loke removed his glasses and idly cleaned them with a cloth, rubbing the spectacles until the sound of Juvia's footsteps entered the room.
He casually raised his gaze, and Gray's jaw dropped.
"Oh wow," Loke said, putting his glasses back on and wolf-whistling. "If only 1PP would put me back in uniform so I could be greeted with your beauty every day, Juvia."
Juvia flushed darker, ducking her head and tugging down the hem of her skirt.
Gray stared, speechless for words.
It was no wonder she'd been so shy. Juvia had always been a modest girl, anyone who knew her knew that about her, and this uniform was… anything but. It was small, and tight—it hugged her curves very well, very, very, well, leaving barely any room for imagination.
The fishnet stockings, held together by garter belts that Juvia was currently pulling up—Gray swallowed hard. Okay, bad idea to start staring from her legs, but how could he help it, especially when they looked like that in those stockings and tiny slitted skirt—but then her utility belt at her hips only accentuated how wide her hips were, with a perfect swell to her small waist up to the round curve of her chest.
And shit, her chest—the Fairy Tail cop badge on her bust only drew more attention to its generous size, and the tight fit seemed to desperately squeeze her breasts beneath the buttons. In fact—he squinted, looking closer—the buttons looked incredibly strained, as if they were ready to—
"Ow!"
"Gray-sama!"
Gray covered his eye and hissed a curse, glaring icily to the button clattering against the floor. The fucking thing—it literally popped off, hitting him right in the fucking eye—
"Ahh! Gray-sama! Juvia is so sorry! Let me see…"
He felt her small hand on his wrist, gently easing his hand away from his eye, only to be greeted with an eyeful of her ample cleavage as she tipped forward to check his injury. He sucked in a sharp breath and whipped his gaze away, flicking from her lips to her eyes while she gave a worried frown.
"Oh, poor Gray-sama…" she cooed, tenderly stroking his temple.
Gray only stared at her, feeling heat beginning to flood his cheeks while her gaze fixed on his supposed injury. Shit, why was his heart picking up speed all of a sudden—?
Loke's cell phone suddenly went off, snapping Gray out of his thoughts as his gaze whipped towards his. He caught a glimpse of Loke's knowing smirk before the detective pivoted on his foot, slipping his phone out of his pocket and bringing it to his ear.
"Loke. Mhmm. Mhmm."
He nodded while Gray forced his attention on him, desperately trying to ignore the fact that Juvia had somehow shifted to clinging to his arm, pushing her breasts up against his tense bicep.
"I see. Be right there."
Ending the phone call, Loke turned to the two partners, curling his mouth in a teasing smirk. "Well, lovebirds, duty calls. Don't forget you two are still on the job too, so wait until after work to jump her, Gray."
Gray stiffened, twitching his brow while Juvia darkly flushed. Loke winked to Gray's threatening glare, giving a parting salute before taking his leave.
"U-Um," Juvia squeaked, tucking her chin to her chest as her hat fell over her eyes. "J-Juvia…"
She squealed upon finding her cleavage on full display, jumping away from Gray and covering her chest.
"Juvia ordered the wrong size!" she cried.
Gray simply blinked, trying to gather his scrambled thoughts away from her distracting cleavage. A small uniform—so was that why she looked so… like that? Her uniform was just too small?
"Juvia is so embarrassed!" she wailed, and he flinched at the fresh tears watering her eyes. "Juvia is so exposed! And Gray-sama—"—riiip—"Eeep!"
Gray's eyes nearly bugged from his head. Her skirt tore—it literally split from the side, creating an even higher slit and much more distracting view.
"Gray-sama! Don't look!"
"I'm not!" Gray quickly replied, whisking his gaze elsewhere and holding a hand to his mouth. "I—uh—" He snuck a glance at her, his eyes falling to her legs before looking away. "Just—place an order for the correct size, problem solved."
"Ah, yes…" Juvia mumbled, shuffling towards a desk phone. "Juvia will just—"—riiip—"Aaah!"
Gray smacked his forehead.
"Okay, are you good?"
"Y-Yes…"
"Juvia, hold still, I'm almost—"
"G-Gray-sama… is so close… to Juvia…!"
Gray sighed, ripping off another strip of duct tape with his teeth. "Focus, Juvia. This is what we'll have to do until your new uniform comes in."
The girl blushed, resting her hands on his shoulders while Gray knelt before her and taped up her skirt.
"Y-Yes, Gray-sama…"
Firmly smoothing the tape into place, Gray removed his hand from her thigh and cleared his throat, glancing up at her. "Er, there. I think I'm done."
Juvia looked down as Gray stood up, flattening the creases of her skirt. "Oh… thank you, Gray-sama! It's much better!"
Gray scratched his hair. It did look kind of ridiculous, all the strips of tape holding together the torn areas of her skirt, but— "At least your skirt isn't ripping every two seconds."
"Thank you!" Juvia cried, throwing her arms around his neck. "Juvia feels much better!"
Gray tensed, stiffly placing his hands against her waist. "S'just a temporary solution…"
Juvia leaned back, sliding her hands to his chest and beaming. "Juvia appreciates it."
Gray swallowed, glancing to the palms against his torso. "Yeah, well…" he muttered, wrapping his fingers around her wrists and lifting her hands off him.
Juvia flushed pink, peering timidly to him as she peeked through her lashes. His hands on her wrists were tight, hovering her hands between them. Then his fingers slid lower, gliding down her forearms and following the bent of her elbows to her upper arms. Juvia's heart pounded wildly in her chest, shivers crawling along her skin from his cold, fleeting touch as his fingers skimmed over her shoulders and brushed her collarbones.
"G… Gray-sama…?" Juvia whispered, almost inaudibly, her heart thumping harder when his dark eyes narrowed.
"Juvia…" he murmured, and her heart skipped a beat. His cheeks were coloring pink in the faintest of blushes—he was blushing, and touching her, and she could've sworn he was leaning closer, leaning close to press his lips to hers and sweep her off her feet—
I love you, Juvi—
"—We really need to tape this part too," Gray finished, grabbing the collar of her uniform and pulling it together. Juvia squeaked at the sudden movement, flushing dark at the strain of her breasts as he tried to draw her blouse closed. "You really can't go walking around with your uh, you know, hanging out like that—"
"Gray-sama!" she cried, slapping his hands away and covering her chest. "Juvia can do it!"
"Alright, alright," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck and whipping his red face away. "I'm just saying, maybe you should use a clothespin or something—"
"Gray-sama already tried that, remember?" Juvia flushed, clutching the v-neck of her blouse together.
"Oh, yeah," he mumbled, absentmindedly rubbing his eye. "Why do things keep hitting me in the eye today?"
"Gray-sama, turn here!"
Gray nodded at the command, jerking the wheel and pulling a sharp right as the patrol car skidded against the pavement. The sirens blared loud as they zoomed down the road, tailing after the getaway car.
"Gray, what's your visual?" came Mira's voice from the radio.
"Subject is in pursuit," Gray replied, cutting between the traffic on the street while Juvia focused on the car. "Vehicle is a stolen black Mercedes, S-class, 2005, and the suspect is male, Caucasian, 5'10", 160 pounds—"
"Gray-sama! He stepped out of the car!"
"Shit!"
Gray slammed on the brakes, bringing the patrol car to a screeching halt. Juvia kicked open the door as Gray followed swiftly behind.
"Juvia!"
"Right!"
Nodding to one another, Juvia dashed to one corner while Gray sprinted to the other. The suspect sped down the alleyway as Juvia trailed behind, her legs carrying her in long, fast strides. The man climbed the fence and Juvia hastily did the same, oblivious to the wire tearing her stockings as she hopped over it. Sprinting faster, the fabric of her skirt stretched, creating new tears as the tape quickly ripped apart. Her blouse was stretching too, further strained against her large chest from her running, but Juvia was too focused to notice, zeroing in on the suspect as she caught a glimpse of Gray not too far behind.
The man tripped and Juvia was quick to pin him then, pushing his chest down on the ground and straddling his back. She grabbed his arms and crossed them behind his back, slinging the handcuffs from her utility belt and slapping them on his wrists.
"Suspect is under arrest!" Juvia exclaimed, beaming a proud smile when Gray arrived shortly after. "Gray-sama! Look! Juvia caught the man! Did you see?!"
Gray quietly caught his breath, observing the disgruntled man beneath her. "Yeah, you did good," he replied, placing a hand atop her head, but when his eyes shifted to hers, his stomach dropped.
Her uniform was completely torn with various rips across the seams—her skirt was slashed up to her hips, her garter belt ripped from her stocking, her tight-fitting blouse opened even further and exposing her heaving chest in a navy blue bra that was lacy too and looked way too good on her—
"Gray-sama?"
Gray snapped his eyes to her face, meeting her puzzled gaze.
"Your shirt, Gray-sama…"
He glanced down to his chest, only to find he had stripped off his shirt, with the article in question hanging in his hand.
"Uh," he mumbled, fighting the blush from his cheeks as he draped it over her shoulders. "Just—here."
"Eh?" she blinked, tilting her head. "But why—aaah!"
Gray slapped a hand over his eyes.
Juvia shuffled into the station as Gray trailed behind her, exhaling a breath while rubbing the back of his neck.
"You know what," he muttered, lifting his gaze to hers as Juvia shrugged off his shirt, "maybe you should take vacation until your new uniform comes in. Should only take a day or two, and you've racked 'em up anyway."
Juvia blushed, ducking her head and holding out his shirt. "J-Juvia agrees."
Gray coughed, taking the shirt from her grasp and slinging it over his shoulder. "Uh, good."
He averted his gaze, idly ruffling his hair before feeling Juvia's eyes on him. He glanced to her then, meeting her gaze and making him flinch as she peered at him through her lashes.
"…What?"
Juvia bit her lip, lacing her fingers together in front of her. Her chest pushed up between her arms, prompting his eyes to dart down for a moment as he swallowed.
"Gray-sama…" she purred, and his heart thumped in his chest. This couldn't be good. "Juvia's uniform is so tight… will Gray-sama help take it off?"
Gray stiffened, blood roaring in his ears. Okay, he knew how to handle this: he just had to answer straightforwardly, blunt with no subtlety—
"—Yes."
He immediately flinched, realizing his blurted mistake, but Juvia quickly engulfed him in a crushing hug, squealing in excitement. Gray choked under her hold, suddenly remembering he was very, very shirtless against her tight, ripped uniform.
Yeah, time off would be good, for both of them. If Juvia stayed around him any longer, her uniform wouldn't be the only one too tight.