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They begged to fate, for them to be together. They're not asking for too much, all they want is each other.

It looked at them, sad eyes gleaming with tears and said 'Yes'

It was just starting to rain when she parked her car in front of 8-island, not even bothering on turning off the engine. Juvia never planned on stopping, but the heavy feeling in her heart made her lightheaded, nauseated. She knows that what she's feeling is guilt.

What she. . . no, what they are doing is wrong. But at the same time, it feels so good. Not right, because it will never be right, but good. The emptiness in her heart is filled with passion and excitement, and along with guilt comes excitement and ecstasy.

She tried stopping this affair, promising to herself to never, ever, get in touch with Gray. But whenever her phone would light up, his number flashing on her screen, asking why she doesn't return his messages, asking if they can meet up, her resolve crumbles and her promises are broken.

It's like she's addicted. Hooked. She cannot stop.

She doesn't want to stop.

Her phone in the passenger seat vibrates, pulling her out of her miserable thoughts. Juvia reaches for her phone and looks at the unnamed number, knowing perfectly well who the sender is and reads the message.

You're two minutes late.

She cannot stop the smile from spreading on her lips as texts him back. Is that your way of showing concern for me? I'm touched. Juvia considers backing up and drive straight at his place or turn the engine off and think for a while.

I'm not that emotionless. I am actually capable of showing my concern.

PS. No, seriously, you're two minutes late already.

Juvia glanced at the time on her dashboard, confirming that yes, she is actually not on time this time. Punctuality has always been her best quality, never, not even once, showing up late for any occasion. She figured that he can probably let this one go, so she just quietly chuckles and sends him one last message before dropping her phone on her lap and pulling out of the restaurant's parking lot.

Yes, yes, I'm coming.

Stopping, she soon realizes, was a really bad idea. The rain was starting to get worse and it was getting harder for her to see the road. Good thing, she thinks, that she replaced her wipers two days ago. Her old ones were really crappy, just smearing the water on the glass and not actually wiping and leaving foggy residue. Had she not replaced them, she would have not seen the red light.

By the time she arrived at Gray's apartment, the downpour actually got worse. Before getting out of her car, she checked her phone first for she felt it vibrate while she was driving.

That's what she said.

Asshole.

Juvia ran up the stairs, not wanting to get her new dress wet. She considered knocking on his door, but she remembered his last text, so she opted for reaching the key taped under his welcome mat and unlocked the door herself. A resonating 'fuck!' and quick footsteps reached her ears and she laughed when she saw his panicked expression

"Okay, I would have to ask you to never do that again," he started, bringing a hand on his chest. "Fuck, I thought I was being robbed!"

She laughs even harder, but acquiesces to his request.

It's funny, she muses, how just minutes ago she was thinking about this affair and the heavy feelings that came along with it. But now, when they are together, it all disappeared. The guilt, the sinfulness, everything dissipated as if it was never there.

Gray grabbed her upper arms and pulled her towards himself, gently rubbing his nose against her wet cheek. Juvia in turn, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips, feeling it twitch and curve up at the action.

To Gray, their actions felt natural, as if they really are together, a couple. Returning the gesture, only this time, he kissed her lips, he reflected back on the first time their affair started.

The truth was, he would have never involved himself with her if it wasn't for the alcohol. Heck, going behind his brother's back and shagging his wife never crossed his mind. He was not that kind of man, and he respects his brother. But when the alcohol lowered their inhibitions and the line between him and his sister-in-law blurred, he thought back on when he caught his brother proposing to Juvia.

It was never his intention to eavesdrop and watch them, and he was about to turn around when he heard Lyon propose to Juvia, but the look, the doubtful and hesitant look on her face made him stop. By then, he was sure that she'd reject him again, so he made a mental note to turn all his phones off when he got back home. But her quivering answer surprised him.

It never really made any sense why she had accepted his proposal. Gray could clearly see that Juvia herself wasn't sure about this whole marriage thing between them. He knew, by then, that their relationship would crumble and one of them will be hurt, but he respected his brother's desire to be happy with her. The two of them, him and Lyon, had been through so much. Losing their parents at a very young age had an impact on their lives, causing them to learn to depend on each other and grow up early. If his brother wishes to be with Juvia, then so be it. He will try to get along with Juvia. Lyon was happy, that was what mattered, and he'd be someone who will listen to him if their marriage falls apart.

Or so he thought.

It turns out that he will be the cause of his brother's sadness.

"Want me to run you a hot bath first?" he asked, pushing away his depressing thoughts to the back of his mind as he rubbed her freezing arms.

"That's fine. I'm not staying for too long." She whispered against his lips, her trembling hands making a quick work of opening his shirt's buttons. Gray, not wanting to be outdone by a woman firmly planted his lips against Juvia's, then her cheeks, her jaw, down to her neck, his hands blindly searching for the zipper behind her dress but finding none.

Sensing his frustrations, she pushed him away, staring straight in his eyes as she raised her hand on her right side and pulled the zipper Gray was looking for down. "It was right here," she whispered and it dawned on him that she purposely chose the dress just to tease him.

"Fuckin' tease."

They continued where they left off, but this time, clothes were being shed. "Wait . . aahh . . bedroom. . . ." Juvia managed to get out in between their kisses. Gray just kept on kissing her but started to move backwards to his bedroom without breaking their contact.

He knew that questions and doubts will resurface after their tryst, or maybe when it is time for them to part once again, for Juvia to go back to her man, but he will deal with them later.

"I thought you quit?" Juvia asked, her hand paused halfway from reaching her bra in favor of watching Gray pull a pack of cigarettes out of his nightstand drawer. She had never seen him smoke, but she was aware that he does because she could sometimes taste it from his mouth whenever they kiss. It never bothered her, because she really has no right to forbid him from doing something he likes, but she did asked him, just to confirm, because she can taste it. He must have thought that that was her way of telling him not to. Juvia neither confirmed nor denied anything, but the day after that, he mentioned that he will quit smoking. For her.

She was touched, because she never, in a million years, expected Gray to do something for her.

"I did. Still do. No need to be so judgmental." He replied, casually shrugging his shoulders and sending her a wink, causing her to giggle.

She leaned toward him, her bare chest brushing against his equally bare one, "No need to be so defensive."

The short distance between the two of them had the hairs at the back of neck standing up and he grab her chin, wanting to capture her plump lips for another kissing session when her phone suddenly went off, making him groan in displeasure.

"Whoever that is, can you kill him for me?" Juvia threw him an amused glanced, already used to his moody behavior after sex as she reached for her phone in her bag.

"It's not a call," she showed him her phone, "It's an alarm."

Confusion. "What do you need an alarm for?"

"To be reminded of the time. Duh."

The response was supposed to be a joke, a sarcastic answer because it is the most obvious answer, but all it did was to cause tension in the room, between them. Asking why will only result in her giving him the painful answer, so he did not bother. After all, he's no masochist.

Juvia, after putting her phone back in her bag, picked up her undergarments from the floor, walking out of the room for a minute or so to get and put on her dress. By the time she came back, Gray was sitting down on the edge of the bed with only his boxers on.

They never bid each other bye after their meetings. That is something they had agreed upon on, for they know that if prolonged goodbyes will cause nothing but heavy hearts.

"How much time?" Gray asked, patting the space beside him for her to sit down.

"About an hour." She fiddled with the hem of her dress, not knowing what to do with her hands.

They never talked about them for they don't know where to start but it seemed like now is the best time to think about everything. To know what to do. It is a common knowledge between the two of them that what they are doing, going against Lyon's back is nothing but a despicable action. Unacceptable. And yet, they could not keep their hands off each other, always wanting.

"I . . . I've been thinking. About . . . about us. This. Everything." Juvia clasped her hands together, looking anywhere but him.

"And?" He heaved a heavy sigh. Emotions will come pouring out, he knows. They only have two options, and he will let her choose. Deep down, he knows that he's giving the hardest part to Juvia. It is never easy to choose between something, but if she chooses to break this off, to go to Lyon, then he will accept it and move on. It will be painful, but he knows that he can manage. After all, he's the unattached one.

The other option, both of them know, is for her to choose him. He can understand if they only did it once. He would blame the alcohol. But continuing this persist for two long years . . . why would she want to keep on doing this if she was not attracted to him? And why would he allow for this to last for so long if he wasn't attracted too? How can they carry on with guilt in their hearts for so long?

"Lyon. . . is a great man," Juvia started. "I did not want to break his heart back then. I couldn't." Slowly, Juvia raised her hand and cupped his cheek, her heart literally aching "And you, you were late."

She lifted her head to see him staring at her glossy eyes, and all she could see is her reflection as she returned his gaze. Juvia knows, that he is searching for an answer, because her words were too ambiguous. He covered her hands on his cheek and broke their contact, and she wondered, if he found what he was searching for.

The rain continued to pelt on his window, and she kissed him on the forehead, before slowly standing up and grabbing her bag from the floor and made her way to the door. The desire to look back was so strong, and she truly wanted to look at him, but she cannot find it in herself to turn her body around so she simply walked out his room and headed for her car.

Juvia has never hated herself more than now.

hey guys, sorry it took me forever to update. ever since i treated college more seriously than before, i can no longer find any time to sit down and type. but i promised that i will finish my stories. i know i probably lost a lot of readers, but i hope that whoever reads, still reads my stories will find them enjoyable. i would appreciate it if you guys will leave a review.

oh, this is not the end. i still have one more chapter to go.