A/N: So an anon on tumblr requested Gray doing…ehm…you know what...while umm…thinking about Juvia…(like she did in the 413 Days special) and who am I to refuse such a pervy request? fufufu…Anywho *sweat drops* I present to you my sin

Setting: 1 year timeskip
Rating: M

Craving

"Gray-sama?"

His lids flicked open from their brief slumber at the call of his name as he lay in bed, waiting for his turn to shower after their regular training session. He propped himself against forearms, glancing up. "Hm?"

Juvia stood at the door of his bedroom, clad in only a small towel, one that left little to the imagination as it barely concealed what had to be concealed, damp hair cascading over her shoulders, dripping water on her flushed skin.

He didn't feel drowsy anymore, to say the least.

"Juvia just wanted to tell you the bathroom is free." she peeped.

"Okay."

He dragged his feet towards the bathroom reluctantly, draping a towel over his shoulder.

Despite himself, his eyes followed the sway of her hips as she made her way to her own bedroom. She seemed so oblivious and carefree that her towel ended right beneath the curve of her perky ass.

Gray though, not so much.

Closing his eyes, he tipped his head against the door frame to clear his thoughts, then proceeded to rid himself of his underwear – he didn't remember where he had tossed the rest of his clothes– and stepped on the cold shower floor.

He turned the handle on and waited for the water to reach his favorite temperature, North Pole cold, wincing at the hot jet that gushed from the shower head due to its previous use.

Aside from refusing to give up on his habits just because his housemate preferred to shower with scalding hot water, he hoped the cold would numb his body to his…frustration.

Yeah, that was the word that described him best.

He'd realized he was attracted to Juvia more than he cared to admit early on, but lately he felt like he was a thirsty man on a desert and she was a fine water spring.

He almost laughed at the unintended pun as he brushed his slick hair out of his eyes.

Living together was to blame for this, without a doubt. And then there was the fact that, as Gray had discovered, while at home Juvia didn't sport the same kind of rather conservative outfits she wore outdoors. No, she'd often wear tight pants that hugged her luscious hips as if daring his touch, shirts that offered him a generous eyeful of her cleavage, or her firm stomach or, good God, both. Not to mention the lingerie he'd noticed in their laundry. Silky or lace trimmed, in incredibly enticing cuts that drove him insane as images of her wearing those and nothing else had burned themselves into his mind.

Made him want to hook his fingers underneath and slowly glide them off her body as she writhed against him.

The muscles in his stomach contracted, stirring an all too familiar sensation as his blood rushed low.

Everything about her; her scent, her voice, the body he swore was molded to perfectly fit his every taste, he was painfully conscious of everything.

Water dripped in cold beads onto his collarbones, trickling to his torso, and his hand followed their path down his abdomen.

And lower.

He wouldn't touch the straining arousal yet; he liked to go slow, test his limits before he gave in to the pressure. His hand massaged below as he bit down his lower lip and tilted his head back, until his breath became sharper. Then he hesitated, prying an eye half open.

Was he really going to do this? With Juvia just a few walls away?

His jaw clenched.

It would shatter him if he stopped. He was struggling to keep his composure, to suppress all what he felt…

He needed some relief, desperately so.

His fingers glided up his length, wrapping firmly and he hissed as he imagined the velvet touch of her tongue instead of the calloused thumb swirling around the head before swiping over the slit.

She'd hold him with fervent eyes that spoke promises of carnal pleasure, then lean down and slowly take him in her hot mouth. Licking and nipping and sucking until his mind lost any coherence and he only knew pure bliss.

"Fuck –" he groaned, stroking himself faster.

Her voice echoed in his ears, low and seductive, whispering breathy words against his pulse as her nails grazed the ridges of his stomach and dug into his flesh.

If only he could just push her up against these tiles and fuck her till her legs gave out.

He combed a hand through his hair and tugged slightly at the dark roots as his hand squeezed tighter, rubbing roughly up and down his length.

It felt so damn good.

And he felt so naughty.

Would she frown upon him if she knew what he was doing? Getting off in the shower while thinking about her, naked and bent for him as she thrust into her? She might pull those crazy antics sometimes but he knew that, in fact, Juvia had quite a bashful side. He could bet that she'd never done something like–

…Or maybe not.

Just like that, the image of Juvia knelt on her bed with legs spread wide while her fingers dipped into her core flashed under his heavy lids. His name tumbled from her lips over and over in wanton moans.

His pace became uneven, agonizing as he tensed up and panted heavily.

The picture stood clear in his mind, and he clung to her voluptuous figure as though his whole being depended on it. Her chest rose and fell with every pant as her fingers glided vigorously up and down those damp, pinkish folds. Her free hand threaded in her hair, brushed across her flushed lips, then fell to her collarbone and lower to squeeze her supple breast. Rolling her neck as she wriggled her hips viciously against her working fingers.

He was so, so close.

Groans ripped hoarse from his throat, though muted by the water that streaked down with force. It ran cold over his taut muscles, but the coil that tightened dangerously in the pits of his stomach felt like flames lapping at him within.

He pressed his palm against the tiles, paling his knuckles to white. His head fell forward, mouth parted in a silent cry as violent tremors surged up and down his spine. His hips jerked, thrusting into his hand, riding out his release until his body was spent.

As his breathing slowed to normal, he rested his forehead against the tiled wall, relishing the sweet remnants of pleasure that pumped still in his system.

So soothing, yet so unsatisfying.

He reached a weak hand for the shampoo, letting the chill stream wash away his fatigue.

...

"Is Gray-sama upset with Juvia?" her voice came curious, tearing the silence that had befallen them since they sat for dinner.

"What? No." Gray snorted, though his eyes hardly lifted from his plate. "Why would you think that?"

"You've been silent, avoiding Juvia's gaze…" she frowned, tilting her head to the side. "Are you sure nothing happened?"

He could only whisk his head away as embarrassment for his previous activity heated across his face. "I'm just a bit tired, that's all!"

A/N: That was fun to write, huhu. Thanks for reading. And *whispers* I'd love a review