Hello! This is my first time writing more than a oneshot. The first chapter isn't more than a "T" rating, but chapter two is definitely an "M" as in "leMon". You can just read the first chapter if you want mostly angst and fluff and stupid, adorable Jellal. Read chapter two if you want the aforementioned sexual content.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish this were the actual plotline of Fairy Tail, it is not, and I have no say in that. Hiro Mashima is the true owner.

Please enjoy!

Chapter 1 - He Lied

"Goodnight, Erza," Jellal smiled, turning away and pulling his mask up.

Erza watched him walk for a moment, before starting to leave as well. She was glad for another opportunity to speak with him, though, she wished they didn't have to hide out under a bridge. It would also have been nice if their conversation had consisted of a less dangerous subject matter. Sighing, she glanced over her shoulder to see if he had vanished yet. She was surprised to see that he had stopped and was looking back at her.

"Jellal?" she said, turning to him. "Is there something else?"

"No!" he said quickly. "I just-" Though his head coverings hid most of his face, she could tell that he was embarrassed. After a short moment, he took a few steps toward her. "Erza..." he sighed. "I lied to you."

Her eyes widened in surprise. What had he lied about? Maybe he had really felt a magical presence already. Why would he lie about that? Maybe it was something more personal?

"About what?" she asked cautiously.

He walked closer to her, until they were only a couple of feet apart. The small portion of his face she could see was red and Erza was a little afraid of what he was going to say. What if what he said changed everything between them? He removed his mask and hat again, looking down at her seriously. Erza held her breath and waited for him to speak.

"I don't have a fiancée," he admitted finally.

Erza blinked twice before answering. "I know that already."

Jellal was very obviously shocked.

"I don't understand," he said.

"I knew right away," Erza smiled. "You are a terrible liar." Jellal looked embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head. "What I don't understand," she continued, her smile fading, "is why you lied."

It really seemed like he had feelings for her. So, why would he push her away? When he had said he was living for his fiancée's sake, Erza had been sure he was thinking of her instead. But why, if he felt that way, did he lie in the first place? Was she reading him wrong?

"I-" he said. She noticed his arm twitch upward, as if he were going to reach for her, but he dropped it back to his side. "I cannot allow myself to fall in love with someone who walks in the light," he said.

It sounded like a rehearsed line, but it struck Erza all the same. Fall in love? Had he fallen in love with her? Or, did he mean that he had successfully suppressed those feelings. Why would he think that way?

"That's stupid," she said.

"I have too much to atone for," he said. "As much as I wish it were otherwise, I can't be with you."

She felt tears welling up in her eyes and willed herself to not cry. However, she had lost control of her emotions and the tears spilled over, running down her cheeks. Jellal brought his hand to her face and wiped the wetness away with his thumb. It reminded Erza of their moment on the beach. His face was so close to hers as their eyes locked onto each other.

"Jellal..." she murmured, not sure of what she was going to say.

"I don't mean to hurt you," he whispered. "I only want you to be happy."

Erza made a scoffing noise and looked away. Jellal dropped his hand and took a step back. She cleared her face of tears with the back of her hand. She stared up at the blue-haired man that she had, unfortunately, fallen in love with. He seemed slightly confused as she spoke.

"You make me happy," she said softly.

"Erza..." he said. "I don't deserve to be with you."

"By punishing yourself, you also punish me!" she pointed out. "I want to be with you. I've forgiven you. Why can't you forgive yourself?"

She dropped her eyes to the ground as he simply stared at her. A breeze blew through the small tunnel they stood in, causing their hair and clothes to flutter around them dramatically. Erza wondered if Jellal was planning to say anything. She couldn't bring herself to look up at him. Finally, he lifted both of his hands to cup her face and tilt it upward.

"If I allow myself to act on my feelings for you," he said, "then I'll have gotten off far too easy. I don't know why you would still care for me, after all that I've done, but you shouldn't."

"But I do still care for you," she insisted. "I never truly stopped caring for you. And you've done a lot to atone for already. Don't use that as an excuse. If you don't love me, just say so."

His eyes widened in surprise. She thought he almost looked angry. Her tears had renewed and she tried to look away, but he held fast to her. Then, without warning, he kissed her. She was so shocked that it took her too long to respond to it.

"I'm sorry, Erza," he told her, separating their lips and resting his forehead on hers. "I do love you. So much I can hardly stand it. You- you're making this difficult. I can't break the rules like this."

"Says who?" she asked quietly, still not recovered from the feel of his lips finally meeting hers. "You made the rule up yourself. And I say you shouldn't have."

He didn't speak for a very long moment. He stared right into her eyes, as if contemplating everything that had ever happened. Then, he let out a weak laugh. He kissed her forehead gently and then backed away.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again," he said with a slight smile. "You're always right."

"I at least am this time," she grumbled, her face feeling cold at the loss of his hands. "I-" She looked down, irrationally embarrassed. "Jellal, I love you. I have since we were young. I loved you, even when you were manipulated into being evil."

He reached out and took a lock of her hair into his hand, playing with it between his fingers.

"I am the same," he said. "Even when we fought at The Tower of Heaven. Even, I think, when I had amnesia." He moved closer to her again, tangling his fingers further into her hair. "I've always loved you, Erza."

They both smiled at each other. Erza had never felt so content.

"I know that I can't see you often," she said. "You being a fugitive is a bit problematic. But, I want to be with you. I want to know that, wherever you are, you are mine."

"I always have been," he said.

"Then, I want you to know, wherever you go, that I am yours."

He smiled genuinely, a rare sight, and it made Erza feel tingly. Jellal leaned down and captured her lips in another kiss. This time, she remembered to return the action. She threw her arms around his neck, determined to keep him from pushing her away. He held the back of her head with one hand and let the other rest on her waist.

Their kiss deepened, their pent up tension bursting free. Jellal's arms circled her, holding her tightly against him. It made her feel secure and safe - better than her armor. Plus, her armor never gave her the warm tingly sensation she was feeling when she was pressed against Jellal. After a few moments of wordless, passionate, making up for the years they could have been so close to each other, they separated.

"Erza," Jellal breathed, his eyes heavily lidded. Her heart was beating incredibly quickly. Not in her most intense battles had it thudded so hard in her chest. "I'm going to ask you something. You'll have one chance to say no."

"O-okay," she said nervously, trying to control her breathing. He seemed so serious, and his eyes had a dark, yet exciting, look to them. "What is it?"

"You'll have one chance to say no," he repeated. "If you don't take that chance, I can't be sure that I'll be able to control myself later." He was starting to worry her a bit, but she trusted him. She nodded, letting him know she understood, and he brought his lips to her ear. "Come back to my room with me," he whispered, his breath making her shiver.

She shivered again when she caught his meaning. He leaned back to look into her eyes. His gaze was intense as he waited for her answer. She took a shaky breath, trying to think straight. He waited more patiently than she would have.

Once she had sorted out her thoughts, she nodded her head and breathed out a quiet, but definitive, "Yes."

Well, where could this possibly be headed?

If you really don't know, you're probably too innocent to read the next chapter, and should stop now before I accidentally corrupt your adorable mind.

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Thanks for reading!