Freedom [Fairy Tail, Erza/Jellal, R]
Title: Freedom
Author: suspicious
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Not for children? I never know what to warn people about. Look at the rating! No real spoilers, just some vague notions that could possibly count as spoilers?
Word Count: 794
Prompt: "Fairy Tail, Jellal/Erza: freedom - emotions spinning out of control" (9/5)
(Thank you to cornerofmadness for being my beta.)
Apologies for lateness! Slowly but surely my filled prompts will be coming out. I hope you enjoy, OP!
…
"I didn't know what to do with myself, those days," Erza spoke, her tone quiet yet loud in the silence of the forest. The rustling of the leaves were soft in the background. "But when I found Fairy Tail, my freedom, I managed to put one foot in front of the other until I was able to walk with my head held high." She shifted from her position of leaning against a large tree, next to him, to make herself more comfortable.
Again, silence. The cool breeze of the late autumn night was enough to chill the mage, but she kept her complaints to herself as she watched the emotional range of Jellal's face change. Going from remembering nothing to everything had to hurt. When Erza began to tell her tale, their tale, he hadn't the faintest idea what to think. Halfway through her story, he began to ask more questions, fill in areas of his mind. When she finished, when her story moved past his, away from the Tower of Heaven, he could imagine hazy scenarios involving himself that he wasn't sure he wanted to remember.
A hand on her shoulder stilled her, and she held her breath in case he was to speak.
"Requip to something where I can feel you, Erza," Jellal said with a frown. "This armor gives me no opportunity to be close with you."
"Armor is supposed to protect, not draw those in closer for comfort," she responded. Still, she requipped to her casual outfit; without the armor working as a barrier, she was even colder now. Jellal, noticing this, removed his coat to place around her shoulders for warmth.
"Is that better?"
"Thank you," she replied, taken back by the kind gesture.
"Is it all… better?" Jellal asked slowly. "Now, I mean."
"In what way?"
"Are you… happier?"
"Of course. What kind of question is that?"
"I, uh, well… I mean, being here with me. Is it alright?"
Erza turned, noticing his awkwardness. She found it endearing, different. Smiling, she nodded and said, "It's more than alright. I've… always held you in a special place of my heart, so being here, with no hostility or devastation, is very nice."
"That's good," he nodded, taking her hand in his. "Because what I'm going to do might have you either destroying me or running for the hills."
"What-"
In an instant, he had pulled her to him, slamming his lips against hers. Erza's lips were soft, impossibly soft, but willing. She met his enthusiasm with a hunger of her own, almost shocking Jellal out of his skin. He ran with it, urging her on; he deepened the kiss, which she accepted without hesitation. He was confused, but for once this confusion was in a good way, mixed with many revelations.
"The others could come looking for us," Jellal breathed, pulling away in order to trail hot kisses down her chin, to her neck.
"They won't," Erza replied. Her hands wandered as if they had a mind of their own.
"How do you know?"
"Trust me, they won't. Now stop talking," she growled, lifting his head back up to seek out his lips.
A few minutes later and some discarded clothing strewn around the grassy area, Jellal found himself with his back to the Earth staring up at the beauty which was Titania. The moonlight across her milky skin, her scarlet hair-that hair which he had fallen in love with first in order to give her the name she now carried with her-made her a breathtaking sight.
"How has no other taken you away?" he asked, reaching a hand to gently cup one of her large breasts, thumb caressing a nipple.
"What?" she tilted her head to the side cutely.
He smiled. "Bluntly, how are you still single?"
"Oh." She shifted on top of him, not noticing the strained look on Jellal's face as a result of the friction. He pinched her in retaliation. "No one has expressed interest, only in my body. I don't take kindly to those fools." She ground against him again, realizing now what his problem was-she felt it hot, throbbing against her still-clothed center.
"You say that while I gawk at you and am aroused by you. Are you sure I'm not the same?"
Erza grinned lecherously, to his surprise, leaning down towards his face. His hand slid down to her hip, hooking under the waistband of her modest underwear. Her breasts swayed, free of their confinements, and her hair danced with the wind. He had seen nothing more beautiful. True freedom.
"Your look is not one only of lust," she replied. "There's a difference. Now, what did I say about talking?"
He responded with a smile, not saying a word.
Author: suspicious
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Not for children? I never know what to warn people about. Look at the rating! No real spoilers, just some vague notions that could possibly count as spoilers?
Word Count: 794
Prompt: "Fairy Tail, Jellal/Erza: freedom - emotions spinning out of control" (9/5)
(Thank you to cornerofmadness for being my beta.)
Apologies for lateness! Slowly but surely my filled prompts will be coming out. I hope you enjoy, OP!
…
"I didn't know what to do with myself, those days," Erza spoke, her tone quiet yet loud in the silence of the forest. The rustling of the leaves were soft in the background. "But when I found Fairy Tail, my freedom, I managed to put one foot in front of the other until I was able to walk with my head held high." She shifted from her position of leaning against a large tree, next to him, to make herself more comfortable.
Again, silence. The cool breeze of the late autumn night was enough to chill the mage, but she kept her complaints to herself as she watched the emotional range of Jellal's face change. Going from remembering nothing to everything had to hurt. When Erza began to tell her tale, their tale, he hadn't the faintest idea what to think. Halfway through her story, he began to ask more questions, fill in areas of his mind. When she finished, when her story moved past his, away from the Tower of Heaven, he could imagine hazy scenarios involving himself that he wasn't sure he wanted to remember.
A hand on her shoulder stilled her, and she held her breath in case he was to speak.
"Requip to something where I can feel you, Erza," Jellal said with a frown. "This armor gives me no opportunity to be close with you."
"Armor is supposed to protect, not draw those in closer for comfort," she responded. Still, she requipped to her casual outfit; without the armor working as a barrier, she was even colder now. Jellal, noticing this, removed his coat to place around her shoulders for warmth.
"Is that better?"
"Thank you," she replied, taken back by the kind gesture.
"Is it all… better?" Jellal asked slowly. "Now, I mean."
"In what way?"
"Are you… happier?"
"Of course. What kind of question is that?"
"I, uh, well… I mean, being here with me. Is it alright?"
Erza turned, noticing his awkwardness. She found it endearing, different. Smiling, she nodded and said, "It's more than alright. I've… always held you in a special place of my heart, so being here, with no hostility or devastation, is very nice."
"That's good," he nodded, taking her hand in his. "Because what I'm going to do might have you either destroying me or running for the hills."
"What-"
In an instant, he had pulled her to him, slamming his lips against hers. Erza's lips were soft, impossibly soft, but willing. She met his enthusiasm with a hunger of her own, almost shocking Jellal out of his skin. He ran with it, urging her on; he deepened the kiss, which she accepted without hesitation. He was confused, but for once this confusion was in a good way, mixed with many revelations.
"The others could come looking for us," Jellal breathed, pulling away in order to trail hot kisses down her chin, to her neck.
"They won't," Erza replied. Her hands wandered as if they had a mind of their own.
"How do you know?"
"Trust me, they won't. Now stop talking," she growled, lifting his head back up to seek out his lips.
A few minutes later and some discarded clothing strewn around the grassy area, Jellal found himself with his back to the Earth staring up at the beauty which was Titania. The moonlight across her milky skin, her scarlet hair-that hair which he had fallen in love with first in order to give her the name she now carried with her-made her a breathtaking sight.
"How has no other taken you away?" he asked, reaching a hand to gently cup one of her large breasts, thumb caressing a nipple.
"What?" she tilted her head to the side cutely.
He smiled. "Bluntly, how are you still single?"
"Oh." She shifted on top of him, not noticing the strained look on Jellal's face as a result of the friction. He pinched her in retaliation. "No one has expressed interest, only in my body. I don't take kindly to those fools." She ground against him again, realizing now what his problem was-she felt it hot, throbbing against her still-clothed center.
"You say that while I gawk at you and am aroused by you. Are you sure I'm not the same?"
Erza grinned lecherously, to his surprise, leaning down towards his face. His hand slid down to her hip, hooking under the waistband of her modest underwear. Her breasts swayed, free of their confinements, and her hair danced with the wind. He had seen nothing more beautiful. True freedom.
"Your look is not one only of lust," she replied. "There's a difference. Now, what did I say about talking?"
He responded with a smile, not saying a word.