A Time and A Place

Gray seemed deeply exasperated with the world at large. "Did you just lock the door behind you? You did, didn't you? Didn't you?"

"Erm—" she looked mildly guilty, "No."

He eyeballed her. Lluvia studied the ceiling, until he began toying with the hem of his shirt. He abruptly had her full attention.

"…Stop looking so hopeful," he muttered sulkily, and forcibly stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Lluvia is disappointed," she announced. She could think of worse things than being locked in a closet with Gray. A naked Gray was even better—but that was still a work in progress.

She had been so busy mulling over the possibilities of what she might do with a naked Gray, that she didn't even notice when he lunged at her. Until the impact, of course. Being a walk-in closet, it was really quite large, and she flew delightedly through the air. Oh, he was so forceful—

"Hah," Gray said quite happily, plucking the key away from a swooning Lluvia's belt. "Well, that was easy."

She was abruptly very alert, and wrapped herself around his leg insistently. He seemed pained. "No! Give it back!" she wailed. Gray floundered.

"No—no wait, stop, I'll fall—!"

"Give it back to Lluvia!"

"Don't go around kidnapping people! God, what d'you think would happened if I was the one forcefully keeping you in a closet?! They'd arrest me!"

"Lluvia wouldn't mind." She piped up.

"Gee, thanks."

"I meant the closet bit," she said dreamily, and performed a flying tackle of her own.

"Give Lluvia the key!"

"NO GET OFF."

"Give Lluvia the key or—or Lluvia will take her shirt off!" Lluvia cried impassionedly. Gray blanched.

"Wait, no, how does that even work—?!"

She regarded him forbiddingly, "I'll do it," she threatened. Gray laughed nervously, still trying to stretch his arm as far from her as he could, key clenched between his fingers.

"You wouldn't dare—"

She went for the hem.

"OH MY GOD FINE!" he squealed, and chucked it at her, scrambling backwards. His hands made little twitchy movements, and he sat on them quite fiercely. Lluvia beamed at him.

And then she took her shirt off.

"Lluvia was hot." She explained. Gray had his head between his knees. She considered her statement, and rephrased it, "Lluvia is hot!" she beamed.

"My mother is going to kill me," Gray moaned. "The crazy witch is probably—probably up in heaven and laughing at me. And you! What about your parents?! Your father will haunt me until I'm dead too!"

For someone who spent so much time around Erza and Lucy, he certainly didn't cope well with exposed female skin. Lluvia considered the problem.

"You can touch them?" she offered. Gray made a noise that was like, "AASLKDFJASL."