Note:

Flashbacks and thoughts in italics.

I do not condone or encourage any behaviours in this story. It is simply a fictional story.

CHAPTER 7

[Third Person POV]

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When he dropped the towel on her head and patted the hair dry, he wondered if she always smelt this nice. Her features softened as he dappled kisses over her shoulders upon the stray drops falling from the refined blue fringes. He touched a dimple on her shoulders, drawing her closer by the towel wound around her swells and slopes. If Evergreen had made it home at this witching hour, she would've attacked her phone with a hundred missed calls and cudgelled her brains to pinpoint where her roommate had disappeared. Juvia hung back on leaving her a text. Then again, she must tap one PDQ before Evergreen deliberates filing a missing person report. She must think about Evergreen even if the towel was slipping off her form cooling from the shower, baring itself for his sensual gaze to linger on, inviting his fingertips to grace over her delineated curves. Humming and hawing were over the odds if the brunette rang her up now.

The roses were sanguine under her toes, pulling their bodies by ribbons of hot-blooded tension. Jellal's leg pushed the back of her knees, tripping them both to the erubescent pasture with a thud. He was darker than Gray, not as pale, not as cold. Up this close, Jellal still had his cloak-and-dagger air but not the impenetrable countenance Gray used to bear. Up close, she could see the difference. With Gray, it was exhausting. Not that she lacked the patience. She had remained patient for years even after Gray's distance sucked the life out of her body. He got her to try hard to get to know him. She tried and failed like an old song on repeat.

Jellal's lips felt different upon her midriff, a smile slowly breaking on his lips like wind chimes. They fell soft on her navel, tickling. Her last infatuation had laid her crippling on a bed of needles, handing her back a heart chopped in half. While grey memories probed her headspace, something about Jellal seemed tender.

Juvia liked the weight of his head on her chest, warm cheeks on wet skin, ears catching her rapid heartbeat as their limbs tangled together on the carpet, the breeze from outside too chilly to inhale. They stayed like that for a few minutes longer, the silence, a diplomatic witness to their company. Only when Jellal snaked a hand between her thighs and let his digits poke upwards, groping her vulva. Only then did they realise that the door wasn't locked.

"For heaven's sake, Jellal! Can't you wait for a single day before jumping her!" The reprimanding voice made Juvia wince while her husband's eyes widened. He bit his tongue before he could reply: who else should fuck my wife on her wedding day? Jellal pressed himself into her, fully covering her beneath his larger trunk. He gritted his teeth, glaring hotly at the person who had barged into their intimate space. "Next time, knock on the door, bastard!"

The man had dark locks reminiscent of someone she had spent reams of her childhood with. Her breath caught in her throat, nails marking crescent-shaped indents on his skin. Instead of blushing in shame, her visage grew washed out like a seashell. Jellal hissed from the stab of pain on the small of his back where her fingernails sunk on supple flesh. When he cocked his head, exposing the invader's profile into her line of sight, he noticed how she breathed out a whose of air. "Next time I see you, I'll make sure to give your important, stuck-up, honourable arse a piece of my mind." His self-appointed shadow did not forget to add one thing, "You're bonkers."

Well, that's what everyone had to say these days, hypocrites who pretended to be perfectly fine in their heads. Does an overnight marriage contract mean he's jinxed? Not at all. "Fuck off, Midnight."

Midnight scoffed in reply, his gaze switching from Jellal to his startling bride, "Of course, what a lovely li'l wife you've snagged for yourself, Siegrain!" He says, shooting Juvia a suave wink. Jellal wouldn't have minded knocking a few teeth off his buddy's face when he started to grin like the cat that's got the cream. But he didn't want to scare his wife into getting a divorce on the day of their marriage.

He looked like he was about to say something, but Jellal would break his legs if his sleazy shoes made another fucking step into his room. Sure thing. Perhaps from the ominous aura fanning from Jellal, Midnight retraced his steps to cross the threshold, his brows knitting more together with every step. Before slamming the door, he left a message, a mutter clear enough for Juvia to hear. "I don't want to know what circumstances brought you to him, but at least you could fuck each other without fucking up each other. I really wouldn't want to deal with another horrible headache." He said poker-faced, all playfulness faded from his face. "You heard that right, Jellal."

When Jellal did not blink or nod, he sighed, drawing out his vowels like the fox he is, "Oh, I almost forgot. Congratulations. Happy married life, and ah—all the best!"

Author's Note:

Thank you for your love and kind support!

And sorry for making you wait, Bella! I couldn't wait to write after reading the reviews! I'll update the rest later!