Author's Note: I decided to make a separate one shot collection for my love fest entries, also because they came out a lot longer than I expected, LOL. I didn't finish all the prompts, but if I ever get around to them, I will most likely enter them here. :) I hope you like these! Take care everybody!

i. wet

It had happened on a quiet night. Much like this one.

Juvia sighed, sinking lower into the warm water of the hot springs until the water touched her chin. She was getting lost in her thoughts again, but she couldn't help it—with no one around her, there was nothing else to do. She always came to the hot springs late, preferring to avoid the crowds so she could bathe in ease. Still, she kept a small towel wrapped around her since it was a public space, and just because she liked to bathe late in the evenings didn't mean others didn't share that same habit. This was an onsen in an unfamiliar town, after all—one she'd found on her way back to Magnolia after completing her solo job.

Steam rose around her, guiding her gaze up to the little specks of light sprinkled across the night sky. She smiled fondly at the beautiful sight, and in the back of her mind, she knew that somewhere, he was enjoying the same sight as well. What she would give to be able to see it with him, perhaps cozied up together in their two-person bed, her back to his chest and his arms wrapped securely around her. As they admired the serene visual together, he'd prop his chin on her shoulder, leaning towards her and whispering in her ear, "I love you, Juvi—"

A swish in the water disrupted her fantasy, drawing her out of her thoughts. Instinctively, she tightened her towel around her figure as she glanced around. Her body was tense, arms prepared to take control of the water and attack if necessary. She didn't know this town or the people, so whomever else was there couldn't be a familiar face—

Noticing a silhouette through the steam, Juvia slid down into the water until it brushed beneath her nose. Her hair floated in loose curls around her, her blue eyes narrowed as she eyed her unexpected guest. Upon closer inspection, she squinted—the curves didn't look like that of a woman… in fact, it looked more like—

"Juvia?"

The girl squeaked, small bubbles rising to the surface of the water while her cheeks flushed pink. She blinked several times, caught in disbelief—was this happening? Or was she seeing things?

F… Fateful encounter in the hot springs?!

There Gray stood, in nothing but a small towel, with drips of water sliding down his toned chest. He had been glancing around, swishing through the water and no doubt looking for a place to rest, when his eyes landed on hers, and widened as much as hers did. He pushed his damp hair out of his eyes, sliding it back and staring intently, as though she would disappear if he looked away.

But the longer he looked, the more details he memorized. Juvia, wet Juvia, naked wet Juvia in nothing but a tiny, tiny towel, barely covering her generous cleavage and clinging to her narrow waist and wide curves of her hips—but he only got to see that because she had lifted herself from the water, returning herself to the onsen edge she had been sitting against. Large boulders bordered the hot springs, allowing maximum privacy with the thick trees and brush surrounding them. Typical that she'd be here in the most secluded part of the onsen, but he'd raise hell with the manager for not informing him this was a co-ed hot springs.

Juvia's gaze was fixed on his like a deer in headlights. Steam billowed around them, the soft rush of the filtered water the only conversation between them. Gray didn't realize he'd let his eyes wander until he saw her soft pink lips move, whispering timidly, "G-Gray-sama…"

He promptly snapped out of his daze, because this was really, actually happening.

Whipping his head away, he muttered a curse under his breath as his wet hair fell over his eyes. "Er, sorry—"

Juvia flushed, quickly shaking her head. "No, I—Juvia can leave."

He felt the water shift as she moved to stand, clinging the tiny towel to her body. "Don't," he countered quickly, "you were here first, I can just lea—"

His eyes returned to her then, only for his breath to hitch in his throat. Bad idea, very bad idea.

She looked ethereal, emerging from the water like that—the water drops sliding tantalizingly down her body, disappearing between her breasts and beneath her towel; her silky wet hair, damp and curling around her face; the alluring flush to her cheeks from the warm steam rising around her, seeping into her delicate ivory skin, and that towel—that damn towel that hardly covered any skin, leaving her guild mark on proud display amongst her other voluptuous assets.

Fuck, it took too much effort to tear his eyes away and look at her face, but given the way her eyes were darker, glazing over with her tongue seductively tracing her lips—she'd no doubt been looking at him the same way.

He could feel his face burning, but he couldn't tell if it was from the steam of the hot springs or the blood rushing through his head.

"…Juvia understands," she said quietly, once again snapping him out of his daze. He looked at her, studying her carefully while she sat down against the edge once more. "Juvia won't leave, but… Gray-sama doesn't have to leave either."

She spoke so well and composed, it baffled him—he could barely focus, let alone speak evenly with all the blood roaring in his ears.

Her fingers skimmed the surface of the water, her gaze lowering to her hand.

"Juvia doesn't want to interrupt Gray-sama's bath, and Juvia doesn't mind. Besides… Juvia can't remember the last time her and Gray-sama were alone together like this…"

She saw the subtle stiffen of his body as her eyes raised coyly to his. He seemed to recall quite well what had happened between them the last time they were alone like this, but being Gray, he masked his emotions, adopting a gaze of carefully placed indifference.

"I don't think—"

"Juvia won't be much longer," she cut in, patting the empty step beside her.

Gray eyed her, watching her carefully before he grumbled and made his way over. He took a seat against the onsen edge and placed a considerable distance between them, averting his gaze with his elbows resting against his knees.

Juvia gave a small smile, letting him be as she gathered her soap and lathered it between her hands. She rubbed the foam along her shoulders before extending her arms, gliding the suds down her skin.

Gray maintained his diverted gaze, only listening to Juvia cupping water in her hands before splashing it over her shoulders. Soap bubbles floated along the surface, making his cheeks pinker, but he refused to glance over to her, instead hunching his back further and tapping his foot impatiently.

Juvia suddenly giggled, capturing his attention as he gave her a side glance.

"What?" he muttered.

A small smile curved her lips before she gathered her onsen bath bucket, dousing herself in the warm spring water. Gray stiffened at the sight—her hair flattened against her skin, the water sliding down the graceful curve of her chin and neck, her towel sticking tighter to her curvy body… God, was she trying to kill him?

He realized too late that she was saying something, snapping his gaze to her face. "What?"

Juvia giggled once more, wringing the excess water out of her long hair. "Juvia said that she's never seen Gray-sama so embarrassed to be undressed before."

Gray twitched. "I ain't embarrassed!" he shot back, abruptly standing up from the water.

Juvia peeped and covered her eyes, peeking through the spaces between her fingers. "Y-Your towel…!"

The ice mage glanced down, finding the tiny scrap of cloth long gone. "Fucking—!" he cursed, immediately sitting back into the water.

Juvia gradually lowered her hands, eying the damp hair hanging flat over his eyes before he pushed it back with his hand. He was looking off to a corner again, exhaling loudly with his shoulders tense. He had such a handsome profile, especially with the drops of water sliding down his back, following the ridges of his shoulder blades and contours of his muscles.

Her eyes grew clouded, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Summoning her fragile courage, the girl gathered a towel and scooted closer towards him.

"Gray-sama," she called softly, blushing when his eyes shifted to hers. Holding the small towel to her chest, she mumbled timidly, "M… May Juvia wash your back?"

Gray flinched, heat rushing to his cheeks at the thought. "I—um—"

She laid the towel against his back, and the warmth instantly seeped into his skin. His body reflexively slackened, sinking to further relaxation as her hands moved the cloth along his shoulder blades with a soft pressure. She gently rubbed with her fingers, massaging his shoulders and upper back. His eyes rolled close while a pleasurable haze coursed through his body, especially when her fingertips brushed against his heated skin.

Juvia lowered the towel, lathering it with soap before resuming her task. As she scrubbed his back, her ears perked at the low hum rumbling in his chest. He sat straighter while she glided the soapy towel down his back, just faintly skimming his waist before rising back up again. His head fell forward, and she peeked to his face, finding his eyes calmly closed beneath his wet bangs.

Returning her gaze to her fingers, Juvia's thoughts began to wander. It had been so long since she had had her hands on his back—but the last time, he was above her, rocking into her while she moaned and held him close. He made love to her so passionately, so vigorously—they both barely slept that night, and the next morning they were sore and exhausted, especially her throat from her loud moans. But she never forgot the way his hands ran expertly along her body, or how warm and wet his mouth was as it traveled across her skin. The look in his eyes, the huskiness of his voice when he groaned her name, his lips against hers, slanting and nipping and stifling her scream, stealing her breath—

So lost in her thoughts, the girl leaned forward, pressing her lips against the side of his neck.

Gray immediately tensed, snapping his eyes open. He glanced back at her from the corner of his eye, only for his eyelids to lower as her hands slid up his chest while her breasts pressed into his back.

"…What are you doing," he murmured as Juvia softly whined, swirling her tongue against his skin before sucking the juncture of his neck.

Gray grunted while she sucked harder, pressing herself flush against him. When she pulled away, he could feel the area throbbing as she traced the mark with her tongue.

"Gray-sama…" she whispered, her voice thinly veiled in desire. She trailed soft kisses along his shoulder before whining once more, soft and wanton. "You… haven't touched Juvia since that night…"

Her nails grazed his chest while her tongue slid along his skin, making him grunt as pleasure jolts shot down his spine. Her fingers traced the muscles of his abdomen before dipping to his trim hipbones, sliding dangerously lower until he caught her hands.

"Juvia," he murmured, releasing her hands when she slowly eased off his back. She moved to sit in front of him, her lips tugged in a small frown. "It's not that I don't want to."

Juvia scooted closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his chest. "Does… Gray-sama ever think about it?" she whispered, peering through her lashes.

"All the time," he sighed, wrapping his fingers around her wrist. "But I told you, I didn't want to do anything again until I could give you a clear-cut answer, and… I still don't have one."

"Juvia understands," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Juvia will wait for Gray-sama's answer, however long it takes. But…" She inched forward, and he watched as she leaned close and pressed her lips to his neck, just below his jaw. "Gray-sama doesn't understand… how often Juvia dreams of that night…" Her lips trailed lower, her kisses soft and delicate along his skin. "How much she longs… for Gray's hands on her body…" She raised her face and kissed his jaw. "For his lips… and his voice, groaning in Juvia's ear…" Her lips followed his jawline until reaching up to his cheek, leading a path to the corner of his mouth.

Gray grew rigid beneath her ministrations, grasping her upper arms and leaning away. "Juvia…"

"Juvia can wait for Gray-sama's answer," she repeated, and he swallowed when her fingers traced the ridge of his collarbone, dipping in the center. "But… please, won't you—"

His lips crashed on hers before she could finish, pulling her flush against him. She quickly moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding a hand in his hair while he slipped his tongue between her parted lips. The hunger in his kiss made her toes curl, heat surging through her body as he slanted his mouth and kissed her harder.

Her lips were swollen when he pulled back, tinged red from friction. He stared at her, watched her catch her breath and whisper his name before her lips pressed against his once more. His hands quickly reached and pulled her to him, settling her in his lap with her legs on his hips and his hand on her thigh. He gave a hearty squeeze, feeling her mewl against his mouth as she wiggled her hips, eager for more.

Her squirming slid her towel further off her body, hitching higher up her thighs and sinking lower on her back. Gray promptly reached his hand up and slipped the flimsy towel out from under her, eliciting a soft gasp as he tossed it aside before roughly palming her breast. Juvia moaned against him, breaking the kiss and panting while he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Tilting her head back, she murmured his name as his tongue slid up her throat, his teeth scraping her neck just like he did that night. He had left so many marks on her it took days to heal, others more than a week, but she didn't mind. The sight of them only made her long for him more, and the feeling of his mouth and hands on her body once more sent liquid heat through her veins.

"Ah—Ahh," she moaned breathlessly as his lips enveloped a rosy peak, swirling his tongue before sucking vigorously. He tugged and nipped with his teeth while his hand kneaded her other breast, squeezing the flesh between his fingertips. She could feel her skin virtually bruising under his touch, but she only moaned for more, her body writhing in his lap while his tongue ran over her nipple before releasing her breast with a wet pop.

"You were just as impatient then too," he rasped against her mouth before capturing her lips, making her whimper while her fingers curled in his hair.

"Gray-sama—" she whispered when he broke the kiss, but he spun her around, pushing her breasts against a nearby boulder and angling her hips against his. She moaned throatily as he rubbed his firm arousal against her sex, curling her fingers against the stone and leaning her cheek against it.

He bit into her shoulder and groaned, grinding harder and digging his fingers into her hips. "Juvia," he panted, and the girl arched her back, reaching behind her and clutching the base of his hair.

"Yes," she moaned, crying out when his hand slipped between her legs and rubbed hard circles against her clit. "Oh, Gray-sama—"

His hand slid lower and slipped a finger inside her, eliciting a throaty cry as her walls squeezed around him.

"Fuck," he cursed, grazing his teeth along the shell of her ear. "Still just as tight…"

"Please, please—" she sobbed, grinding against his length. "Ohh—Juvia needs—"

"I know," he groaned, running his other hand up her stomach and groping her breast. "I'm gonna make you scream louder, spread wider, beg for more again and again—"

Her fingers reached down and held his wrist, pumping his finger deeper inside. "Gray—nn—"

"Even in the water, you're dripping wet for me, Juvia," he murmured, his voice low and husky in her ear.

She glanced behind her, her eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed dark with her lips parted in soft breaths. "Gray… sama…"

He suddenly lifted her out of the water, eliciting a gasp from the girl as he laid her towel forgotten on the ground. Juvia bit her lip while she settled on her back, Gray hovering above her and immediately pressing his lips against hers. His mouth moved roughly, teeth scraping and tongue sliding against hers, and she kissed him just as fervently, pulling on his hair and moaning into his lips. She felt the head of his shaft at her entrance, pushing inside as he kissed her. A jolt shot down her spine and she pulled away to take a sharp breath, but his mouth chased after hers, keeping their lips locked before he rocked his hips and sheathed himself inside her.

Juvia broke the kiss and whined, resting back against the ground while heavy pants escaped her lips. Gray kissed along her shoulder and threaded his fingers through her wet hair, curling strands around his fingertips before dragging his hand down the side of her breast and over the swell of her hip.

"Oh—" she gasped, tilting her head back as he began thrusting inside her. He gradually built up his pace, moving faster and harder while hitching her leg around his waist. "Ahh—"

He groaned against her neck, slamming his hips against hers. She bit her lip and shut her eyes, reveling in the wild shivers coursing up her spine and the harsh breaths against her neck. His hair brushed her skin, damp and slick, and he pulled her leg higher against him, thrusting deeper and making her hips buck against him.

Juvia brought her other leg to his waist, riding her heels up his back. Her hand reached for his shoulder while the other slid his hair, curling her fingers in the dark locks. She moaned against his ear, teeth nipping his earlobe, and he grunted in return, swiveling his hips before driving back into her.

A breathy gasp escaped her lips, lashes fluttering closed before she ran her tongue along the side of his neck. He leaned his head to the side and gave her access she greedily took, biting and sucking his skin just as he had done to her that night.

"Juvia—" his voice groaned, husky with desire, but she only sucked harder before trailing kisses to his lips. His mouth immediately slanted over hers, his hand holding her cheek while his hips continued rocking against hers. She moaned into his lips, holding the hand against her face and sliding her tongue against his.

He broke the kiss roughly, leaning his forehead against hers and panting heavily. Her lashes brushed his skin as she looked up to him, holding his face and whispering his name. He shut his eyes tighter, eyebrows furrowing together before he kissed her temple, cheek and jaw before finally reaching her neck. She shuddered and moaned at the suction of his lips, the wet drag of his tongue and rough grazes of his teeth. Her teeth sank into her lower lip when he bit her shoulder while his hand groped her breast and squeezed.

Her body writhed beneath his—her hips squirmed, her legs lifted higher, her nails dug into his back and raked down. Amongst it all she kept him close, hid her face against his neck and drew his hips closer with her legs. Gray panted and cursed, gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw; Juvia listened closely, memorized the feel of him, the smell, the weight of his body pressing against hers and the pleasure his mouth and hands brought.

"I missed you," she couldn't help but say, because god how she dreamed about that night and making love with him again, feeling his mouth on her skin and the roughness of his touch. "Ahh… Gray-sama…"

His response was a kiss, a hard, bruising kiss that made her whimper into his mouth. He coaxed her head back and swerved his tongue between her parted lips, kissing her hungrily yet with something else, something desperate, urgent, almost… longing.

"God you feel so good," he breathed when he pulled away. "God, Juvia…"

She cried out when he angled his thrusts, wrapping her arms right around his neck. "Ooh—! Mmm—"

His rhythm grew faster, wilder and more erratic. His body slammed against hers while he held the arch of her back, tilting her higher and angling her against him. She moaned loudly, over and over against his neck, her voice gradually rising in pitch. His groans were raw, low and growling, his hair falling over his eyes and his teeth grinding together.

Juvia suddenly bucked underneath him, crying out while clutching the side of his neck and tossing her head back. Gray's hand curled into a fist before he felt a violent tremor down his spine, surging euphoric pleasure through his veins.

His hips gradually slowed before pulling out completely, their bodies slick with water and sweat as their hair clung to their cheeks. He hovered over her, his breaths labored and ragged while his forehead touched her shoulder. She held him gently, tracing her fingertips up and down his back with her eyes serenely closed. She heard him murmur a curse, but then he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, shifting off to the side and lying against the cool floor.

Juvia spared a timid glance at him, finding his forearm slacked over his forehead and his eyes reflecting the stars above.

She shyly inched closer, placing a hesitant cheek on his shoulder. He didn't stir, furthering her boldness as she curled against his side with her hands to her chest. Her finger traced random patterns on his abdomen, her lashes low over her eyes as she listened to the sound of his even breathing.

He broke the silence with a heavy sigh. "…Juvia—"

"Please don't," she whispered immediately, wincing as though his words struck her. "Juvia doesn't want to talk about that right now."

"You don't even know what I'm going to say."

She closed her eyes and turned her face into his shoulder. "Juvia doesn't want to think about it."

His other arm found its way around it waist, swirling circles into her hip. "It's not what you think it is."

"Gray-sama—"

"But I dunno how to phrase it either."

She opened her eyes, propping her chin on his shoulder and glancing at him. "Eh?"

His gaze flickered to hers before he looked away, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "W-Well, don't look at me like that…"

Her eyes widened, her heart swelling in realization. "Gray… sama…"

"I… um…" he mumbled, ruffling his bangs with his fingers. "Shit, this is harder than I—"

"Gray-sama!"

He flinched when she suddenly moved on top of him, locking her arms around his neck and nuzzling beneath his chin. Heat rushed to his cheeks at the fact that she was still very, very naked, as was he, and all her movements were making certain friction in certain places—

"O-Oi—!"

"Juvia understands, Gray-sama! She understands completely!"

"What are you—"

"What Gray-sama is trying to say!" she squealed, raising her face to his with a gentle smile. "Gray-sama's answer."

He stared at her, cheeks burning red. "You—You do?"

The girl nodded, flickering her gaze down to his lips. Seeing the hesitation in her eyes, he leaned up and kissed her, holding the back of her head while she instantly relaxed into him.

Leaning back, she flushed prettily, beaming a shy smile as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Th-There. Gray-sama just told Juvia again."

"I did?" he asked, idly passing his fingers through her wet hair.

"Yes, and Juvia gave Gray-sama her reply."

"Did you?" he answered. "Don't think I got it the first time."

Her lips hastily met his again, kissing him firmly before she pulled away. Gray gradually opened his eyes, flashing a lazy smirk.

"Nope. Still didn't get it."

Juvia pressed another kiss, tilting her head and nipping his lip before leaning back. Gray only smirked wider.

"Nah, still not getting it…"

"Gray-sama!" Juvia huffed, puffing out her red cheeks. He grinned back at her, grabbing her waist and rolling her back onto her towel.

"Maybe…" he rumbled, kissing her neck and grabbing the underside of her thigh, "you should show me your answer."

Her breath hitched in her throat as a fresh blush spread across her cheeks. "M-Maybe…" she whispered, shifting her leg on his hip, "Juvia could do that."