#ic meme answer

[armaetensis]

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Send a "♪" for the Muse to sing part of a song the Mun has recently listened to.

"I actually really love this song!"

Song: You’ll Never Know

Artist: Ariana Grande

"Now you finally tell me how you feelGuess your words just came a little too lateAll the drama boy it’s overkillDon’t be mad at me cause you’ve been replaced, know your placeBut if you woulda manned up, put your hand up, stand upTell me how you really feltThen maybe it’d be differentIf you spoke I would’ve listenedBut now I’m with somebody elseAnd he loves me, too much for me to mess this upAnd it sucks to be all in your head, wonderingWhere this thing could go, but

[Chorus]You will never knowWhat we could have beenIf you would’ve shown (ha, whoa)Your way back thenBoy you gotta (yep, yep)Boy you shoulda (yep, yep)Cause you didn’t know, soNow you’ll never knowYou’ll never know”

[aisumadoushi]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) because why the fuck not

{ ♥ }

Despair viciously met despondency in a gallimaufry. Utter incredulity bedeviled him as he would strive to comprehend to detestable endeavor now securing it’s burden upon him. Perturbation evoked an unsubtle descend of oculars in synchronization with the entirety of his head; thus gaze befalling surface beneath. Engaging in the foreboding act of presumed lip-locking with none other the culprit who’d opposed in offence a short duration ago, is undesirable to vast measures. Notwithstanding his freedom to select a designated location, Gray felt imprisoned within a dire predicament; no escape nor loophole available to aid and abet his escape.

                                                                  How unfortunate.

     Regardless, after recollection of their prior altercation, ending with an impromptu kiss and haste disappearance, he was somehow lead to justify this situation. Albeit, unbeknownst as to how their previous affectionate clash came to existence. Leisurely, lips would separate and grant a substantial sigh availability to blatantly tarnish to distinguishable silence. A melancholy ambiance produced deeper tension into the atmospheric current bearing the duos presence, as voiceless contemplation began over his selected area of lip pursuit.

     Eventually, a decision was grasped. Gumption lacking, Gray forcefully manifested courage which effortlessly accompanied senses of indistinct ingenuity. Reluctantly lifting his head, the ice-mage began observing the petite though considerably appealing form belonging to the unnamed female before him. Ah, correct, the two have interacted numerous times, however, have yet to be formally introduced; deeming the female to be an acquaintance is far too intimate. Ludicrous, but true. Even so, titling her to be a stranger didn’t seem befitting; precisely, what is their relationship?

     Oculars locked with those seemingly deep ones upon the girls visage. Briefly enthralled, whimsical embellishment of colors bearing distinct resemblance to that of a freshly blossomed rose, had arose upon his previously ivory cheeks. A pale complexion was gradually deepening in radiance as subconscious gulping began, due to the almost overwhelming apprehension crashing down in tremendous magnitudes. Nonetheless, society’s supposed view of manliness brimming against the stakes of embarrassment, frigid fists would clench, and adrenaline would swiftly course through.

     Demeaning to an extreme, Gray endured the following with a broad scowl dauntlessly adorning his visage. Eyes narrowed as he dashed his stiffness from his being, and then hesitantly descended to the ground below. Within moments, he’d become knelt down before the girl, who was now towering overhead of him; what an unforeseen twist. Another sigh, this one significantly more petite and discreet had taken it’s departure, as the rosy coloring began to intersperse further into his accustomed complexion. Carefully, an unclothed arm was raised to a certain degree, before a wintry hand would encompass the smaller one belonging to the requester. Instantaneously upon contact, that wintry rush was noted; yes, she supposedly bears prowess similar to his own.

     Without further ado, Gray's lips would whimsically pucker forth in a foreign manner, before gently landing upon hand which had been drawing nearer. Furthermore, a somewhat concealed smirk eased into his appearance as the coldness produced odd rejuvenation. Consternation dismissed, his crestfallen posture was no more, as wondrously exhilarating sensations sped throughout his being. Thoughtlessly, lips would detach from the velvety hand he had encompassed, before his smile would broaden immensely, and he'd once more lock eyes with the other.

                                       "Seriously, your name, what the hell is it already?"

[aisumadoushi]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

{ ♥ }

Unforeseen paths intersecting a marvelous manner. An aristocrat bearing supremacy in renowned Celestial prowess, and a stripper wielding Ice abilities, having intimate roads diverged into a climactic pique. A mere kiss; albeit holding potential to implicate or convey and unspoken recognition, their current blatant standings within the view of the other serves as distinguishable consequences to the approaching collision. Oh, countless possibilities could emerge varying upon his designated location of pursuit on that appeal form of hers. However, which would he pursue; which does he yearn for, and why?

                             Only time will tell.

                                   And time is of the essence.

     Therefore, a leisure approach would exterminate the distance between the infamous duo; duration unbeknownst, but goal confirmed, at least internally. Brimming with sheer anticipation, refined debonair appeared to permeate as he observed the blonde in nonchalance. Of course, not entirely composed, due to his unfortunate lack of experience, delicate dusting of salmon colouring adorned the surface of his visage. A noticeable smirk eased into view as he scrutinized over the allure before him; unquestionable beauty, however, to cherish it fully is out of the question. Giving into temptation for this brief interaction will suffice; despite the foreboding aching in the chest and head regions.

     As he slightly towered overhead of Lucy, Gray’s hands remained deep in the depths of thermal pocketing. Trousers apparent, shirt embellishing his physique, albeit unzipped, his apparel was seemingly befitting for the occasion. Unusually ostentatious for his preferences, stripes decorated his shirt; somewhat enhancing the distinct abdominal viewing in between the separated lining of attire. Briefly glancing over Lucy’s appearance, he found himself overcome with delight; gorgeous locks descending just past the length of her shoulders, brilliant oculars, glossy lips, slender form, and intriguing apparel. Truly exciting to merely behold, despite having noticed her beauty on countless days prior.

     ”T-This’ll probably be a bit awkward, or uncomfortable, so just bear with me on this. It’ll be over with before ya know it,” he informed her beforehand on engaging in the act, somewhat for her benefit, somewhat for his own, as a gentle reminder. Noting the boisterous calamity to resound throughout the towering structure, that is Fairy Tail’s base of operations, he silently wished for the altercations and chitchat to keep those distracted from his abandonment of collected demeanor. Discreetly scrutinizing those present with his peripheral vision, oculars narrowed and his unconcealed blush hastily expanded in embarrassment.

     Without further ado, Gray would straddle forth, and eliminate what little footing distance was between himself and Lucy. Noting their difference in height once more, a brief smirk transpired before he stifled his amusement. Arching an eyebrow upon her presumed composure, the ice-mage called forth unused arsenal. Anxiously raising both strapping arms, frigid palms firmly landed upon Lucy’s cheeks; cupping them and treasuring the divine texture against his own rough flesh. Momentarily leering into those bewitching oculars, Gray’s heartbeat suddenly sped up rapidly, and adrenaline transpired with apparent haste throughout his veins. Moistened lips detached and quickly drew nearer towards Lucy’s; neck descending, lips finally collided.

     Waves of bliss spread through as a miraculous sense of achievement rushed inward. Tiers curved into a remarkably trademark grin as his blush began lessening in radiance. Keeping one hand perched upon her cheek, Gray deliberately allowed the other hand to sneakily trail down her form; gently prodding into her back before briefly passing along her rear, and then establishing a firm placement upon her waist. Gripping it, Gray maintained a reasonable clasp as the kiss deepened, as oculars began fluttering wilfully. Much to his own astonishment and confusion, he’d instinctively broke the kiss, as though, something was alerting him to do so.

                                                                 ”What the hell?”

     A crestfallen visage transpired for both culprits involved in the kiss, as a seemingly enraged individual appeared to be shooting daggers in their direction. Oh if eyes could kill, they’d be long gone. Standing with a dumbfounded deportment, Gray questioned how the amorous ambiance was discarded so immediately, only to be overshadowed by the apparent feelings of agonizing aggravation being directed towards them. Gradually, that silhouette belonging to an elemental mage would draw nearer; thus, horrified utterance from Lucy, accompanying a somewhat stern expression of Gray’s would worriedly plague the scene.

[aisumadoushi]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

{ ♥ }

Instantaneously upon this outlandish predicament presenting itself, idiosyncratic imagery presented itself upon the apparent surface of his internal viewing. Imagery of a particular companion, becoming notified of this unwonted development, and seeking an opening to assert her consistently forthcoming desires. Much to his expectancy, the woman wielding almighty elemental prowess of exceptional manipulation over the vast seas, emerged into the atmospheric setting before his very eyes. Truly a remarkable woman to behold; albeit perplexing and in this very instant, one prompting unquestionable consternation.

     Accustomed affection plagued him without warning, as pastel fingertips could be distinguished upon the front of his overcoat, as slender arms beckoned forth in undesirable nonchalance, underneath his own astoundingly stiff arms. Tension and anticipation amalgamated into the ambiance, however it appeared unbeknownst, or more accurately overlooked by the beloved encompassing his form ever so closely. Gradually, recognition of his introverted barrier was weakening from the unforeseen yet repeated displays of compassion and kindness. Throughout the duration of their comradeship, such generosity became habitual; perhaps, taken for granted as well?

     Reluctantly beginning to pour forth genuine contemplation, Gray thoroughly examined the available options for a kiss to befall Juvia. Each and very possibility seemed embarrassing and somewhat demeaning beyond typical comprehension. Notwithstanding him acknowledging that, and the foreboding aftermath to occur from the inevitable ahead, morals of manhood and what comes with bearing the insignia to deem him of meeting the qualifications for a full-fledged mage, are effortlessly evoking the need to follow through. Planting lips upon a designated spot; how nervous does he really need to be?

     Ultimately, Gray would firmly encompass both of Juvia’s surprisingly fleecy hands within his own seemingly larger ones. Leisurely, he’d maneuver himself out from her grip and place a petite distance between himself and her. An apprehensive stance was maintained as narrowed oculars would hesitantly glimpse his companion over. Discreet twitching of one eye began as distinct tints of reddish coloring would transpire with an impromptu appearance. A broad scowl stretched across his face as his blush deepened immensely; a radiant crimson embellishing both cheeks as the accustomed ivory complexion surrounded.

     Gumption eventually obtained, Gray would inch himself closer without hesitation. Remaining voiceless, lips would quiver uncontrollably as a strapping arm slid around her waist, casually pulling her closer towards him and momentarily clashing alignments against one another. Crimson intensifying, nostrils flared as rushed breathing began before he'd forcefully stifle his nervousness, and then place one hand atop her head. From there, it'd swiftly glide down blue locks, gently cup her cheek, and then arrive underneath her chin. Raising it ever so slightly to demolish the significant height difference, Gray closed his eyes in synchronization to a substantial gulp descending, before wintry lips delicately landed upon her cheek.

[aisumadoushi]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

{ ♥ }

Whimsical yearnings from withdrawn nostalgia, suddenly sprung forth with intensity. Quizzical features emerged into visibility; embarrassment slicing through incredulity as as unwonted radiance hastily embellished his visage. Pinkish tints enhanced contrasting ivory flesh, as centered nostrils would flare uncontrollably. A kiss to be presented to Erza; companion since childhood. Albeit imagery skimming borders of relevant predicaments, arose during adolescence, a pursuit never met contemplation, not even for a mere moment. Chasing something so frivolous and incomprehensible is imprisoned in unattainable depths, much to his own internal obstacles effect.

     Cogitation maintained silence, as opposed to the entirely opposite habitual tendency, of thoughtless calamity, or nonchalance utterance. Truly a rare sight to behold, notwithstanding their apparent closeness and comradeship. Trust within his infamous teammate is unquestionable, however, aside from being enthralled in missions, ambiances fear from straying elsewhere, instead continuing the usual permeation of casual lounging. Introverted barriers prevent unforthcoming thoughts to become vocalized; therefore, atmospheres are consistently preferable. No tension or hostility. Well, with the exception of Fairy Tail’s notorious chaos transpiring infrequently.

     Now, envisaging over her unforeseen proposal, oculars scrutinized over the female standing before him. Inspecting her keen ability to retain absolute composure whilst within unusual situations, a somewhat rush of envy struck him, only to be disregarded moments afterwards to prioritize to foreboding fate approaching the duo. Affection, a kiss; one bearing thoughts too deep to become spoken, so ultimately, become conveyed throughout this presumably conventional method. Despite his shameless disinterest in kissing, no loophole to dismiss this predicament was noted. Thus, his designated target became locked on as eyes narrowed on their current objective.

     ”Y-You better not go freakin’ out after we’re done with this! After all, you k-kinda started this,” he spoke, attempting to grasp hold of a dauntless tone, but failed miserably since distinct stuttering was likely perceived, due to Erza’s rather sherp skills of perception and overall observation. Concluding that the inevitable was hastily drawing nearer, his pinkish blush deepened to red extents; appearing to hold a distinguishable resemblance in colouring to Erza’s own crimson locks. Briefly noting their length and radiance, he deliberately refrain from becoming enthralled by it’s noticeable appeal, as he’s done countless timer prior to this bothersome interaction.

     Without further delay, Gray’s gumption immediately began undergoing a metamorphosis into courage; daring him to embrace her supposed challenge of intimacy. Adrenaline spurring him onward, coursing throughout his veins, as his heartbeat raced rapidly, apprehensive concerns were wiped away and shadowed deep beneath expectancy. Thus, the surprisingly fully clothed Ice-Mage initialized his pursuit. A stern visage transpired as ocular became wide, so they could fully lock with those bewitching ones entrancing him further each passing moment. Glimpsing over her form shrouded in armor, Gray momentarily grazed maxilla against his lower lip, and then inched himself closer without leisure. Placing one hand underneath her chin, and then one atop her head, he reluctantly raised it and allowed wintry lips to land upon the bridge of her nose. Aligned in the center, his lips slightly puckered forth, as the hand overhead of her being began swiftly coursing throughout her extensive strands of crimson; interlocking with the fleecy locks, and thoughtlessly encompassing them within his frigid grasp.

     Suddenly, eyes began fluttering rapidly as nostalgia plagued him. A flashback of his unorthodox childhood; one which consistently had similar situations to this becoming envisioned, and yearned for. Gone overlooked, petite satisfaction resided from within, as a tender warmth began interspersing with his internal chill. Fluttering coming to a cease, tiers evoked an impromptu smirk as the Ice-Mage slowly broke the contact between himself and Erza. Removing his lips from her bridge, Gray briefly trailed his tongue over the surface and subconsciously coated a layer of transparent fluid. Afterwards, his hand would depart from her chin. However, the other hand appeared to tangled within her hair; thus, an awkward ambiance crushed the moment, as Gray began to nervously wiggle his arm, while staring at her with a perplexing look.

[aisumadoushi]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

{ ♥ }

As foreseen, expectancy went recognized without astonishment nor disbelief, having immediately concluded that this momentous event of crucially impacting implications, would be quizzically pursued by this particular individual. The duo bearing wondrous prowess of compatible elements have become prominent as a pair for their exceptional collaboration. Such significance, surely hasn’t been overlooked, nor has Juvia’s audacious, impromptu acts which ultimately prompt countless to associate them with one another. Notwithstanding his apprehension and aggravation for many misinterpreting their relationship to be of official romance, it’s understandable as to why many have assumed such of them. Nonetheless, feelings have yet to be properly conveyed by either; possibly not even entirely perceived by Gray, noting that the instant thoughts begin trailing into such embarrassing depths, he fends off the frivolous contemplation’s and focuses on priorities.

     Nonchalance permeated his seclusion as he attempted to stifle to elation prompted his reluctant consumption of confectioneries. Truly unorthodox treats to behold; however, unquestionable sentiment had been poured forth, and on his behalf no less. Besides, taste wise, the pleasure was vast, a divine and palatable sustenance to engulf with sheer ease. An unbeknownst combination of ingredients, interspersed for presentable aftermath. Despite the discomfort from her bothersome choice of adornment, being his infamous physique without a single garment nor accessory, wasting food is dishonorable. Especially when the food is gift from one kept beloved. Without his recognition, such kindness directed towards him became accustomed and somewhat taken for granted. Someone was always by his side; a comrade, a companion, aiding him with subtle gesticulations. How lucky.

     Reluctantly, narrowed oculars would blatantly leer forth into those astoundingly deep ones belonging to Juvia. Her eyes appeared ever so fluid and endless; entrancing. Pinkish shades discreetly surfaced upon his flushed visage, as a flustered discomposure prevented any thoughtless utterances from taking their departure. He simply nibbled the encompassed confectionery, whilst contemplating how a loophole could be perceived. Planting a kiss, regardless of having freedom to choose the designated location, is entirely beyond his comfort zone, and likely range of skill. Having little experience, his nervousness only intensified in recollection, and a blatant scoff was given underneath his unsightly chewing. Dauntlessly, lips would part, leaving a tremendous gap between, before the baked good was tossed inward and hardly grazed by maxilla or mandible before launching down his throat.

     Once actual thought was placed into the undesirable predicament, his preferable spot became realized. A substantial sigh escaped him as he maintained direct eye contact with Juvia; tension amalgamated with anticipation brimming within the atmospheric setting. Anxiousness was perceived from Juvia, her posture, visage, and overall appearance made that distinguishable to even one as oblivious as Gray. Acknowledging the foreboding inevitable venture drawing closer, he deliberately gathered gumption from the adrenaline rushing throughout his veins. Forcefully, he struggled to acquire a more daring demeanor as his heartbeat began racing rapidly from the mere imagery of what was to come. Gradually, the blush embellishing his face would deepen, and concealed twitching of his eyebrow underneath lengthy locks transpired. A set of petite inhales and exhales began, in a necessary attempt to calm his overwhelming nerves, which were racking far beyond comprehension.

     Ultimately, Gray’s stiffness was discarded, motioning began as he hesitantly raised one hand. Distinct trembling was apparent, shaken fingers and horribly readied forearm. Utterly disgraceful, and demeaning; embarrassment aside, his manhood and pride as one bearing Fairy Tail’s insignia cannot be overlooked. Every task must me embraced and fulfilled with honor, with pride, with diligence, and with perseverance. Therefore, a substantial gulp descended as Gray briefly averted his gaze elsewhere, and then returned it seconds afterwards with clear gumption. Without wavering, he’d motion forth and eliminate the distance between himself and Juvia. A frigid hand whimsically swept fleecy bangs away from her visage, fully unveiling her forehead. Momentarily, a smirk passed through, before wintry lips would pucker and pursue the awaiting flesh before him. Thus, lips gently landed upon her forehead; immediately, his blush deepened even further, and his heartbeat accelerated to consternation evoking measures.

     Conscious inhales began, inducing, excitement? Her scent was oddly exhilarating and pleasant. Vanilla perhaps? Their closeness was unwonted, but not entirety bothersome. His lips leisurely separated, tiers stretching into a broad smile as the kiss was wilfully prolonged. Slowly, his eyes would come to a complete close, the crimson upon his cheeks would lessen in radiance, and his heartbeat would gradually return to its accustomed pace. Their closeness, was unusually calming. As though he’d embraced the mighty waves of the ocean themselves, his mind had been somehow placed at ease, and his relaxed posture conveyed much. Loosening up, one hand would swiftly course throughout Juvia’s astoundingly soft locks, as he deliberately intertwined frigid fingertips in them. Immersed in euphoria, he trailed his spare hand down her back, and subconsciously stopped just above her rear, before allowing one more tremendous intake of air, to rejuvenate his spirits from her perplexing aroma of delight.

     Impulsively, his lips retreated, and vast regret sunk inward afterwards. Suddenly dumbfounded, Gray arched his neck backward and once more acquired eye contact with Juvia. Much to his astonishment, those oculars appeared even more wide; vast, spacious, much like the forever flowing sea. Briefly enthralled, Gray was abruptly snapped back into reality, causing rapid flinching to begin before he frantically pulled both his arms away from her took a couple of steps away. A faint pinkish tint returned to his cheeks, as he forced himself to stare elsewhere, anywhere but her eyes. His heart began pounding once more, and fingers curled upward into tremendous fists of exasperation as a result. Descending one hand into the thermal depths of trouser pockets, he allowed the other hand to skim along the back of his head, and ruffle up his own hair, as his gaze wandered around consistently. Desperate to lock eyes, but also desperate for otherwise, he ensured his gaze was lowered. Upon recognizing that he'd be silently staring directly at her chest, a blush rapidly intensified and he quickly raised his head in a panic, leading him to make eye contact, yet again.

[aisumadoushi]

"(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)"

{ ♥ }

Naturally, Gray’s beloved adversary had presented himself for this ever so unusual occasion. A kiss, an intimate or affectionate act often exchanged between two of mutual love; whether platonic, romantic, or otherwise. Having been amorously involved for quite a substantial duration, two duo of notorious wizards have had their lips collide with one another’s countless times. Heck, Gray’s dauntlessly prompted developments deep into more licentious developments. Lustful yearnings pursued and fulfilled from his unorthodox debauchery; horribly obscure methods still unforthcoming, however, they’ll be acted upon eventually, for the gradually building urge to assert his ownership and dominance is vast. Yes, that  renowned buffoon may have enthralled Gray and encompassed his heart, but the entirety of Natsu shall remain Gray’s property, to cuddle, kiss, and furthermore, infiltrate.

     Nevertheless, his current objective wasn’t even remotely relevant to matter skimming along indecent surfaces. Implicating, or more accurately, conveying thoughts in a voiceless yet also forthcoming manner is his goal. A kiss worthy of his withdrawn affections; internal love becoming external. To reveal ones emotions is truly place ones self in a vulnerable state, a weak state, ultimately proving the other parties trust and morals. Being a beloved, not a doubt plagued him; absolute trust had manifested, in addition to the obligatory principles of belief accompanying their unforeseen title. Immediately after having glimpsed over the others physique, and recognizing the available options for the placement of frigid lips, he concluded his current desire. The designated spot his lips would pursue was confirmed.

     A view bearing resemblance to admiration transpired, however significant difference was perceived. Veneration seemed suitable. Surely, throughout their numerous years of altercations, fierce clashes, and frivolous bickers, unspoken respect had become mutually obtained. Countless qualities belonging to Natsu still aggravate Gray beyond comprehension, and evoke exasperation to overwhelming measures on occasion. Coming to terms with his own feelings, unbeknownst sensations began leisurely coursing throughout his veins. Adrenaline interspersed with something unique and unfamiliar; perhaps fresh fuel to spur on his gumption, into the inevitable depths offing in the duos expectancy?

     Descending, Gray nonchalantly lowered himself from towering slightly overhead of his sweetheart, to kneeling down before him. Somewhat demeaning and embarrassing to deliberately place himself with a presumably compromising position of explicit aftermath, distinct coloring’s of crimson decorated his visage. An amiable ambiance permeated their secluded surroundings. Leisurely, with not a trace of apparent haste, oculars would raise to acquire a blissful viewing of Natsu’s captivation. From any angle, true handsomeness; dauntless sex appeal, rather remarkable, really. Preventing an arousal, he stifled subtle anxiousness by momentarily bearing teeth down upon the velvety surface of his lower lip, threatening to tear away at the flesh. Eliminating any possible abrupt advances, relief rested inward, and accompanying it was a broad grin, before it eased into a petite smile.

     "Natsu," he whimsically chimed in unquestionable exuberance, while gently grasping upon his beloveds hand. That thermal warmth was emitting in wondrous comfort. Merely from encompassing his sweethearts hand, and cherishing the divine texture of rough skin against his own, happiness began evolving in sheer ecstasy. "Natsu," Gray spoke in a hushed utterance, while casually ensuring that the grasped hand was drawing nearer towards impatient lips. "Natsu," he whispered devilishly; a despicable tease bearing a distinguishable presence before a thoughtless breath of cold air began brushing against the Dragon Slayers hand. "Natsu, I love you," he courageously proclaimed, before shamelessly sealing his lips, and firmly planting them upon his beloveds hand. Instantaneously, waves of accomplishment overshadowed the utmost priority of ownership; noting that merely basking in the others presence, and being granted with the opportunity to behave in such a manner, is satisfactory enough.

[aisumadoushi]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

{ ♥ }

What sheer delight, straying so far from expectancy. An impromptu kiss, now bearing the brim of anticipation. Kisses, no, affection in general, albeit weakly grasped in comprehension, has yet to infiltrate and nest within his minimal comfort zone. Notwithstanding that unquestionable recognition, merely abandoning his accustomed preferences momentarily, shouldn’t prove too consequential. At least, not with Cana; the habitually intoxicated brunette, has gradually earned an irreplaceable place within the vast depths of his frozen heart throughout the years. A confidant, a playmate; yes, her prowess to maintain nonchalance during intimate interactions shall surely be put to test, noting that engaging in such is still unbeknownst to Gray.

     Without contemplation for wavering, the designated target of his pursuit became known. Unknowingly, oculars would descend to view upon his chosen area, instantly producing numerous thoughts to frantically storm inward. A sudden headache transpired, accompanying his unsubtle shortness of breath. Gentle dusts of pink adorned his cheeks, bearing a distinguishable resemblance to that of a freshly bloomed rose as he struggled to avert his blurred gaze away from the woman upholding composure before him. Distinct, though concealed acceleration of his heartbeat began; pounding away with apparent haste as tiers would morph into a somewhat unwonted smirk.

                           His desire to retreat was nonexistent.

                                      As was the same for his gumption.

     Nonetheless, even with his amalgamated incertitude and incredulity, clenched fists would meet relaxation; loosening leisurely, until frigid fingers would whimsically dangle, and then deliberately curve upward as though forming fists once more. However, his motioning ceased. With a conspicuous lowering of his head, Gray eyes stared down at the ground, as he attempted to acquire the necessary mindset. Soon, oculars would scrutinize over the bewitching form ahead. Thus, he’d trail upward, noting her indistinct features of appeal of from her feet to her head. The wondrously unostentatious, albeit rather revealing garments, velvety flesh, substantial breasts, and lengthy locks of absolute luster. Yes, it was all alluring, however his lips would only pursue a specific spot for the time being.

     Without further ado, confidence would briefly evoke a trademark grin. Nonchalance beckoned the ambiance, with petite traces of withdrawn lechery easing into the voiceless surface. Cold hands would reach forth, and admire her silhouette without physical contact; merely shadowing over his astounding curves and slender being. Anxiousness reaching those unbearable extents, adrenaline prompted one arm to sneakily slide around her, and encompass her waist, ultimately pulling the two wizards closer to one another. An amorous atmosphere transpired, and his blush deepened in demeaning extents. Unmentionables unintentionally aligned, Gray would dauntlessly arch his hip forward and encompass a firmer grip upon her waist, before a tremendous gulp descended down his throat. Acknowledging his spare hand, the infamous Ice-Mage would place one wintry finger tip upon her exposed flesh, and then daringly trail it upward, going over her bellybutton, in between mammary, and ultimately, up her neck to gently cup her chin.

     Raising Cana’s chin without hesitation, her neck came into better view. Therefore, moistened lips separated from one another, and he eagerly arched his neck downward, having his lips finally contact her neck. Exhilaration intensified, as did the crimson streaming across his flushed visage. A strong desire and yearning became apparent through the vehement features in his face. Chilling lips separated further, as maxilla and mandible both began bearing down against her flesh. As teeth thoughtlessly clamped down throughout the vast duration of the kiss, a foreign wave rushed through him; satisfaction, interspersed with, presumed dominance. Passion stayed alongside of domination, as his exposed chest would press hard against hers. Momentarily, he pulled lips away by mere inches, and allowed a cold breath to take it’s departure against her saliva coated neck. Impulsively, his tongue would prod against her flesh, before one last kiss, and then deliberate nibble was given.

     Finally, a sense on manly accomplishment was noted, as he stood up straight, and stared directly at her. Recognizing the imprint of teeth, unwonted discoloration, and embellishment of viscous shimmer, he couldn't refrain from allowing a subtle smirk to hastily pass through. Pink hues presented themselves, as Gray's hands would leisurely retreat from her chin and waist, before casually launching into the depths of his trouser pockets. Instinctively averting his gaze elsewhere, he internally questioned the overall pleasure received for the brunette, since sounds or words of any sort had yet to be exchanged and perceived between the duo.