An ice heart. Even against the warmth of your skin, it didn't start melting at all. It was either Lyon or Gray. You looked at the two, who were sitting next to each other. Gray was getting up. Great. It had to be the stripper. Natsu grabbed your wrist and Gray's and pulled you in the closet. He shut the door and it was so dark, you couldn't see a thing. You felt two cold arms snake around your waist from behind. Gray's cool breath blew down your neck like a breeze. You shiver, even though your face is becoming hot.
"Come on, (y/n), look at me," he breathed into your ear. You slowly turned your head back slowly, cautiously. Before you were even facing him as much as you could, he caught you lips in his. They were so cold, had you not known he was an ice mage you would have been extremely worried. The warmth of your lips clashed with the iciness of his. He licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gladly gave. Your youngest danced together, and you parted unwillingly when the need for oxygen was too much.
"Well that's something to cross off my bucket list," he said, slightly warm-faced himself. You sprung apart when someone from the other side started to fiddle with the lock, and you leant against the wall casually.
"Don't tell me you've just been standing here this whole time!" Natsu exclaimed when he saw that the two of you were on other sides of the closet - not that that was very far apart. You were at a loss for words, but Gray saved you from embarrassment.
"What goes on in the closet stays in the closet," he said simply as you ran your hands through your (h/c) hair. Maybe this game wasn't so bad after all.