Rating: T
Pairing(s): Jellal F. X Erza S.
Setting: Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
A/N: This FanFiction is inspired from the "FIRST KISS" video by Tatia Pilieva.
First Kiss
"You're filming? My god…"
"Well… Jellal Fernandes."
"I- Erza. My name is Erza Scarlet."
Jellal remembered clearly that he was just finishing his lunch break when a college student approached him that day, asking if he could help her with her 'small' project . Although hesitantly, he agreed to her after his last gulp of his lemon tea.
He knew he had about half an hour until he should return to his office. Being the kind person he was, he let the stranger dragged and led him to a small studio. Inside, a camera set that was all prepared.
That was where he met her.
"So… We should be doing that, then…" he rubbed his back, nervous. It was already uncomfortable for him to be standing in front of a camera; and as an addition to it, a beautiful woman with him.
"Do we just do this like…anytime?" the woman - Erza Scarlet - fidgeted, a blush adorning her cheek. "Ah! I even forget his name!" she exclaimed, turning her head to the camera. "I'm sorry, what's your name again?" she inquired.
"No, it's alright. I'm Jellal," he answered cooly. "How are you, Erza?"
"Oh, good. Very fine, actually. Nice to meet you, Jellal," she raised her hand, requesting a handshake which he immediately accepted. She giggled, "This is so awkward…"
"I know…" he shyly admitted. "Whenever you're ready, though."
"Of course," she bit her lower lip before moving closer. At that point, they were just one step apart. "You've got nice eyes…" her breath smelled like strawberry.
"And you've got nice hair." He did not know, but he hoped a compliment would melt the uneasiness down.
"Let's…" Erza trailed off, "Look at each other for a second, okay?"
"Okay," he hummed.
Exactly a second, she wrapped her arms around his neck, shut her eyes, and closed the gap between them. Jellal did the same.
It started very embarrassing. Very. Embarrassing. Although both did not know one another, it was a passionate kiss on the lips. Intensely satisfying.
When they separated, she kept intertwining her fingers between his own, not giving a damn to the clapping college students. "That was a good one," she sighed. Then, she laughed. "It's my first, sorry."
"Don't be," he joined her cheerful burst. "My first too."
"Even?"
"Even."