#im lettin juvia TALK SHIT /

[steeltempered]

Perhaps Macbeth had been rubbing off on Juvia a bit after all, because upon the swift movement from the other the minute he processed her cold feet against his warm skin... She was grinning. Deviously! To torment him a little more, she makes a second attempt to press her feet against him, but he’s quick.

“Mm-hmm! How does that feel, jerk?!” She’s not as quiet that time, and instinctively her hands come up to cover her own mouth. Hopefully she didn’t wake Lucy. And just a moment later, Juvia hugs herself and curls up into a little ball with a slight shiver when Macbeth lifts the covers off.

And she’s not sure if she’s fortunate for this, but as soon as she’s met with the warmth of his body, her fetal position is suddenly less tense - even as he locks her down with his leg over hers.

Foolish on her part, really. If she were clever enough, she would have beat him to it. But this is fine, she’s warm now, and if he’s done being obnoxious, then that’s even better!

Juvia tucks her arm underneath his, letting it hang loosely over his ribcage. 

In the quiet, she inhales deeply, and finally closes her eyes for the third time that night. 

Alas, after all that messing around, she finds that her eyelids are no longer as heavy.

Juvia only halfway opens her eyes before trying to look up at him. But she’s been pulled too close, and she simply cannot manage to tilt her head up.

“It was... Not good,” she admits. Usually, even if she’s had a terrible day, she will default to the common ‘ good, thank you ‘. But Juvia has time tonight. At least until she can find sleep again. Her voice is soft as she continues.

“I handed in a paper today. I spent two months writing it. My professor thought that what I researched was ‘ trivial ‘ and that I wasn’t connecting my points well enough. But that can’t be right. I excel at papers...” She realizes that she’s rambling too much. “I ask her questions to clarify, and she just doesn’t give me any helpful answers. I think she just doesn’t like me.” She scoffs.

A short pause. “How was yours?”

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Tucked oh so snuggly beneath the blankets, he smiled, the expression hidden by the darkness as well as the material he held close. Her indignant outcry was far too fun, after all, he couldn’t deny it. She was rather easy to wind up, it was something he’d found he enjoyed about her.

The feel of her feeble attempt at pulling the blanket away from him brought him amusement, as he only held on tighter. Eyes remaining closed, he listened to her huff, picturing her frustrated expression with a certain fondness within himself that he would only guess was mere enjoyment. Nightmare. He almost gave himself away with a chuckle at that. She had no idea how much of a nightmare he could truly be.

As moments began to pass, a low sense of disappointment crept in. Had she given up? Was the fun over?

Tension coiled in his back at the sensation of her proximity, awareness a vivid presence that had his eyes opening in instant wariness. Before he could adjust to her being so near…her cold feet intruded in his space.

He jolted slightly at the contact, a hiss slipping between his teeth, mixing with a low growl as he jerked his legs away from her. Oh, she wanted to play it like that did she? She probably thought she was so clever. Truth be told, he almost admired her dirty tactics...but he wasn’t about to let her get away with such a heinous crime against him.

A rush of cold air swept over both of them (sacrifices had to be made) as he raised the blanket and rolled to face her in one swift movement. Even while still clutching the cover, he pulled her close, pressing her against his torso, for if she was going to make him share, he had to demand something in return (and unfortunately, body heat was more effective to him than a blanket). To prevent further atrocities against him, he moved his leg over hers in the hopes of securing her in place.

After such a flurry of movement, the silence and stillness was sharp. He closed his eyes once more, yet found he (for once) wasn’t exactly sleepy. Frowning, he waited a moment before speaking low and soft into the dark. “…how was your day?”