Jerza Love Fest Day 3: Love Bites.
"You are aware that there is a reason why I buy my cake instead of baking it myself, right?"
"Which is why I will help you."
The blue haired man smiled at her, and as always, Erza's heart fluttered.
"You know," he went on, "I've had plenty of time to bring my baking skills to perfection when I was still in hiding."
Despite herself, Erza smiled. She could almost picture it: Jellal mixing ingredients while Meredy's watchful eyes controlled his every move and she sometimes nodded in approval, Ultear rolling her eyes but still digging a hole that could be used as an 'oven'…
Sometimes, she still couldn't believe that she was finally happy. That her and Jellal could be together without shame or fear. When the newly elected council had declared his sins for compensated as she watched in the audience, she had had to wipe away a single tear overflowing from her eye. It was over.
But that had been quite a while ago. Now, she found herself standing in her fiancé's kitchen, an apron around her hips and a big smile on her face. If there was one thing that could bring her back to reality it was the promise of cake.
Half an hour later, her eyes were glistening with pride as she stirred the batter.
"Uh, Erza, maybe a little less force?"
"Oh! Yes, right."
"You have some batter on your face, Wait, let me help…" he leaned closer, grinning at her exuberant efforts, and brushed away the stray droplet on her cheek with his thumb.
Silence filled the kitchen as Erza stopped her furious stirring. Her cheeks were red, as they so often seemed to be whenever she was around Jellal. Which was most of the time.
He noticed her change in mood, and certainly had no objections to make. His hand still lingered on her jaw, and now he leaned in closer. The batter was sprinkled all over her face, he noticed. Gently, he traced his lips along her nose until they reached the smudge on her forehead. With a quick swipe of his tongue, he licked it off.
Jellal continued his administrations until not a single dab remained, Erza remaining still beneath him. The only indication of her inner state was her breathing, which had sped up drastically.
When he pulled back, he was smiling. She kept staring dumbly.
"Erza, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Um. What."
"The cake,"
"Ah, yes." She laughed nervously as she forced her eyes back to the baking dish. Right. Cake. Since when was it so hard for her to concentrate on cake?
She turned back to her project, filling the mixture on top of the first layer of dough. His arms snaked around her waist as he hugged her from behind, pushing her hair over her left shoulder to gain access to her neck. There, he started placing slow, lazy kisses onto her skin.
Erza's eyes dropped shut momentarily.
Cake. Focus on the cake.
It took nerves of steel, but she had plenty, and so managed to continue her work.
By the time she was smoothing the top, he was nibbling at her earlobe and her hands were shaking. One stupid strawberry kept attracting her attention from the little bowl on the counter no matter what she tried, so she popped it into her mouth. The fruit juice caressed her tongue before she swallowed it down with an audible gulp.
Slowly, she turned around in his arms, coming face to face with twinkling eyes and a sly smile. His voice was a low murmur, but barely withholding an underlying urgency.
"Put it in the oven."
"W-what?" Put it…oven? Coherent thought slipped from her. Was he implying they should…?
"The cake."
Oh. Of course. Her cheeks matched the colour of her hair as she realized her mistake. He had not been talking about offspring.
With slightly shaking knees, she walked across the kitchen, cake in hands, and bent over to place it in the preheated oven. This did not help soothe Jellal's hunger. She had barely closed the door when he lifted her up onto the counter.
Erza wasted no time and flung her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. They both sighed blissfully when their lips connected. By now, this was no novelty: they had done it many times. But that took nothing of their joy away. They would do it many times more.
The taste of strawberries invaded his senses, and he hungrily forced her lips open with his. Kissing her was like drinking wine: too much, and you would get intoxicated to the point where you lost all reason.
But who needed reason when you could have strawberries and scarlet lips?
His hands roamed freely, discovering every part of her body anew with each touch. The curve of her hips, her full breasts, the soft hair he had so often dreamed of - all were his to worship. And a famished pilgrim he was.
"We have 43 minutes."
Everything he said rang seductively in her ears, and this time, too, she melted in his arms. Still, she slightly cocked her head with a smile.
"Actually… we have forever."
"True."
They grinned at each other like two teenagers in love. He was about to lift her up and take things to the bedroom when she stopped him.
"Why not… I mean, I've never d-done it-" she faltered, her initial boldness shrinking away as she turned into a stuttering mess. "…so, what I'm saying, it would take precious time to get to the bed, and, we could, maybe-"
She was thankful when he interrupted her with another kiss and showed her that he had perfectly understood her suggestion. With his left, he aided her in lifting her hips as he pushed up her skirt with his other. Her panties found themselves at her ankles in a matter of seconds.
The next kiss was soft and sweet, his tongue exploring her mouth while his hand rubbed circles on her leg. A low gasp escaped her lips when he let his hand slip inbetween her thighs. Everytime he touched her, he thanked all the deities in existence for their united efforts.
She was perfect, and he would never fully understand how he deserved her love. What he knew though was that he loved her - he loved her and she loved him back. There was nothing more to know.
Welcoming his touch, Erza spread her legs and closed her eyes. His mouth swallowed her low moan as he delved into her with one slender finger. Everytime, he discovered new ways to make her squirm, to hear her whimper, to feel her tremble. Exploring her body had become his favourite pastime.
When he added a second finger, she started grabbing his pants, undoing the button and pulling him closer as need washed over her. He retreated to pull down his pants, and she crossed her legs at his backside. Now his lips sought her collarbone and his hands slipped under the white blouse that accentuated her curves. His fingers dug into her skin as he pulled her closer towards the edge of the counter until his hard length was pressing against her.
The smell of rising dough filled the air, sweet and tempting like the woman in front of him. He groaned when she took him in, and began pumping into her languidly.
29 more minutes. Plenty.
She assaulted his neck now, biting her way from his shoulders to his hairline as she rocked her hips against his. The traces of her teeth would be visible in the morning, telling everybody that he was hers. He wore them with pride.
As his movements became more urgent, he grabbed her chin and brought her mouth back to his, nibbling and sucking on her lower lip until she whispered his name.
They continued their lovemaking as the clockhand moved along its ever-same track, their moans drowning out its ticking. It was pointing south when Erza cried out one last time, red hair falling behind her as her hips moved against his on their own account.
It didn't take him much longer either.
When Erza had brought her breathing back under control, she took note of the mess they had made.
"We still have enough time to clean up the counter, right?"
Confusion crossed her face when, instead of answering, he plucked another strawberry from the bowl and offered it to her.
"Jella, we'll need those for the cake."
"There'll be enough. Besides, you'll want to bite down on something. We still have 13 minutes."
For a moment, she had to ponder his words as she looked up at him with the strawberry between her lips. But then, his face disappeared from her sight as he dropped to his knees, and suddenly she understood his words all too well.
The strawberry didn't even last one minute.