Before anyone strangles me, I know I have other stories going on, but I got addicted to Fairy Tail and Jerza and... Well, I just couldn't stop thinking about it, ok? So yeah, first FT fanfic, first published lemon. I want to hide, in all seriousness and I am going to kill my friend - Yes, I'm talking to you Amanda dear - for convincing me to do this *blush blush blush*
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, I don't draw that well.
Technically, he shouldn't be there. It was the girl's dormitory and they could easily get in trouble if he got caught; but then again, he was with Erza, so as long as he didn't go snooping around, he doubted anyone would say anything about it. Now how had she convinced him to do this again? Oh yes, she hadn't convinced him, or asked for his opinion whatsoever, for that matter. She had - in that adorable, yet unnerving way of hers - decided that it would be fun, so they had to do it.
And that's how he found himself in the kitchen of her obscenely large dorm room, dressed in a - prepare yourself - lilac apron; he was basically thanking every ounce of his luck that they were alone. Baking a strawberry cake, on top of everything else. He had absolutely no idea what to do in a kitchen; frankly, it surprised him that Erza could cook at all, but when it came to her and her cake, anything was possible.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jellal hesitantly asked, looking at her once impeccable kitchen, now covered in flour. He'd had a little accident with the flour package, but it wasn't his fault that the damned thing was so hard to open and then it just sort of exploded when he tugged on the sides a little too roughly.
"Yes, I am." She answered with a smile; her apron was like his, but on a cute shade of pink. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and there were white patches on it that would definitely be hard to get out, since flour and water don't mix too well; her clothing was casual, the blue skirt and white blouse combo that seemed to be her favorite – without the knee-high boots, though, it looked quite different and it was hard to concentrate when there was so much of her legs in sight.
Feeling a little of the white powder hit his face, he quickly snapped out of his daze. "Why don't you crack the eggs in this bowl and start mixing everything?" She gave him an amused smirk. He too had flour in his blue hair, but he was wearing his usual clothing – minus the uncomfortable cloak – and she almost laughed at how his shirt looked white, from the mess he'd made.
He started to do as she'd told him to while she reached for the cake pans inside the cupboard; he couldn't help but watch her butter them, a concentrated look on her face; she was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. When she was done, he calmly walked up to her side and poured the batter into the two pans, which they then took to the oven, and she set the timer to thirty-five minutes before taking off their aprons; she felt his arms circling her waist and her back pressing against his chest.
After a quick kiss was placed behind her ear, she turned around in his embrace. "What do you think you're doing?" she whispered, her lips touching his like butterfly wings, moving in a teasing motion against him, making his skin tingle and scream for more contact between them. The mage knew exactly what she was doing; she was pushing him, and she loved every second of it.
"I thought we could have some fun." He smiled, pressing his mouth against hers when she hummed in reply. Her arms immediately went around his neck, one of her hands taking hold of his hair while he deepened the kiss and maneuvered her until her lower back was pressed against the counter; she felt herself melting into him, one of his hands had left the curve of her waist and started making the journey up her thigh, underneath her skirt.
She arched her back, making sure they were touching just about everywhere, the feeling of warmth was spreading throughout her body as she raised her leg and locked it around his waist. Their mouths had barely come apart when he went for her neck, gently tracing her throat with his lips, to then nip his way from her jaw up to the spot just behind her ear, drawing a moan from her when his tongue connected with a particularly sensitive place.
Lost in the sensations he was providing her with, she was caught off guard we he suddenly lifted her by the back of her legs and placed her on top of the cool marble surface, making her yelp in surprise – though she'd firmly deny it later. He kissed her again, taking her mind off the fact that the cold stung her skin, contrasting against the burning trails she felt wherever his body would brush against hers; she felt a hand tugging at her ponytail until all of her hair came out of it, framing her face in fiery red. "I like it better loose." It was the ghost of a whisper against her lips.
Her legs pulled him in, pressing him into her with determination because two could play that game and she was not about to let him win like that, not when she was such a good player herself. Fusing their mouths together, she set her long fingers on working his shirt, and it took her less than a minute before the dark material was crumpled to the floor and her hands were caressing the smooth, warm skin of his chest. Before she could enjoy her move for too long, he was pulling at the blue bow on top of her blouse.
Easily riding her of the material along with the bra, he enjoyed her little shiver when he ran the back of his fingers though her collarbones. "I want to try something." He told her, eyes sparkling with mischief; before she could say anything, she felt something cold touch the top of her breast and peered down, to find that he'd covered it in frosting.
"This was for the cake, you know." Her voice was serious and her eyebrows were raised, the only thing betraying her was the slightly amused smirk on her face. The boy merely shrugged, lowering his head and sweeping his tongue over the sweet cream. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, there was no turning back now, she knew he was going to torture her with cake frosting and his mouth and she was very excited about it, if she was to be honest.
Next he scooped some of the white goo with his finger and made circles just around her areolas; curiously watching her reaction. Her face was tinted red, almost the color of her hair, her eyes were screwed shut and she was breathing heavily; one would think it was the first time they were doing anything like this. Slowly he traced his tongue on top of the circles, avoiding the place where she wanted him to touch her the most. He heard a growl from her that suspiciously sounded like 'stop teasing', so he took the tip of her breast into his mouth and started sucking away, while his hands went for her skirt and slid it down her legs along with her underwear, leaving her naked on the kitchen counter.
A complaint was forming on her lips as soon as his mouth left her chest, but he silenced her with a finger and grabbed the frosting bowl. His finger started painting random curvy patterns; first on her abdomen, then on top her thighs, and lastly, on their inside, getting really close to her juncture. In one fluid motion, he kneeled to the ground and put the bowl on the floor; with a final glance to her face, he started kissing the drawings away.
Eyes wide, she watched as his lips and tongue danced on her skin, making her strong muscles clench in response; and lower his mouth went, cleaning the top of one leg and, just when she thought he'd move to do its inside, taking his mouth to the other leg and cleaning its top as well. The anticipation was killing her; she could feel her breathing getting erratic and the heat concentrating on her lower half, there was no doubt in her mind, as he traced the decorations on the inside of her thigh as slowly as he could, that she was being teased.
And as much as she wanted him to just get it over with, there was also a part of her that was most definitely enjoying the tension of him getting so close and then moving away; it was exciting to feel him so very near to where she wanted him and have him go, leaving her just slightest bit frustrated. When he'd licked the last of his artwork clean, she whimpered and tightened her grip on the edge of the stone surface, tensing her whole body in wait for his next move. "I've never seen you behave so well, Erza." He chuckled, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine.
"Shut up and do it already." She almost slapped herself when she heard her own voice, she sounded whiny and needy, and it was stupid that he could reduce her to such things. He muttered something about a wish from the Queen of the Fairies being his command, and she rolled her eyes; before she could say anything about it, he traced her with his tongue, making her replace whatever words she had in mind with an audible gasp.
With his tongue working on her, the functionality of her brain dropped to about fifty percent; all she could manage to do was grab his hair, so he'd stay in place, and moan continuously because he couldn't stop brushing that one spot inside of her that he was well aware it drove her mad. It didn't take much for her to start making circles with her hips and grinding them against him, a clear sign that she was very close to her relief. He brought his finger up and flicked at her clit until he felt her muscles contract around him as scream left her lips.
Everything was burning hot, her insides were turning into molten lava and it was the best thing she'd ever felt; even the air she managed to get into her lungs seemed to leave a warm trail in her. His lips never left her legs as he waited for her breathing to get back to normal, and her legs to stop shaking. Her mind was still spinning when she pulled him to his feet and gave him a passionate kiss; she was past the point of waiting for anything, so her hands went straight to his pants and lowered them along with his underwear just enough to free him from the confining fabric.
Her legs closed around his torso, bringing their hips into contact and causing the friction they both needed. With his lips on hers, he entered her slowly and started moving towards their release; one of his hands tangled in the silky red locks and he growled into their kiss, when she dug her nails into his shoulders. He was moving his hips with more speed, making her whimper and mewl against his ear; momentarily, they forgot everything that didn't completely relate to the world of pure bliss they had just entered, moving in synchrony as two pieces of a whole.
They moved together. Faster, stronger, deeper; until they were falling over the edge, moaning each other's names as the pleasure overtook them and they exploded in a ball of burning white flames. It was a wonder the kitchen didn't melt around them among the intensity of the situation. Their bodies were heavy as they leaned against each other, trying to control their breathing with smiled plastered to their faces. "Remind me to 'have fun' with you more often." She laughed, giving him a peck on the lips.
The 'ding' of the timer drew them from their moment. "Why don't you start the shower while I take the cakes from the oven?" He rubbed his nose on hers and kicked his pants the rest of the way off, while she hummed back to him; with a steady hand, he helped her get down from the counter and watched her backside as she walked into the bathroom, before attending to the oven. She was right; they needed to have fun more often.
So, it's supposed to end here, but I could continue with maybe the shower scene and them finishing the cake, so let me know. Oh, and I will accept whatever criticism you have to give me - I'll especially take tips, if you have any! But even if you don't, please tell me if you liked it or not :)
