notes: I realize that this story is actually one of my most viewed stories in my entire profile. I appreciate the support and all but damn. You horny people, you. But I guess if I'm writing it, it says a lot more about me, doesn't it? ;)

Anyway, I spent all night on this one. Heheh. Please enjoy!

Hot Spring
chapter four: shower

He was going to take a shower, he decided. To literally and figuratively wash off his entire body—and hopefully his mind.

Warm water, he thought to himself, and then turned on the shower a bit too quickly, accidentally getting a waterfall of cold water to fall directly onto his head.

"Shit," he cursed to himself, feeling cold water drip down from his scalp to his neck, goosebumps developing down the trail over his skin. He didn't mean to get his hair wet, and he certainly didn't mean to throw himself into a cold shower.

Jellal waited for a moment before relaxing into the finally warm water. His hair was already wet, so he convinced himself that he might as well wash his hair too.

Grabbing the shampoo, he squirted twice into his palm—he had never figured out exactly how much shampoo one needs—before rubbing it onto his head, alternatively putting it under the stream of water and mixing it into his hair until he felt a healthy foam develop. He closed his eyes, gently massaged the soap into his hair and sighing to himself.

Then when he opened his eyes, Erza was standing right in front of him.

His heart stopped. Her face was glowing from the steam of the shower and her hair was completely wet, sticking to the sides of her face and her shoulders, down her arms and down her…

Oh.

"Hey," she said, with a bashful smile.

"Hey," he breathed out.

"You want me to get that?" she offered, motioning to his hair.

"Oh…sure," he replied, unsure of what to say.

Her hands came and around past his ears, reaching up to his hair and massaging his scalp. The sensation was so soothing and tickled all the parts of his head that he didn't even realize could be tickled, and he couldn't help but purr into her touch, closing his eyes and tilting his head backwards.

"You dirty boy," she mused under her breath. "You don't even know how to clean yourself up."

He opened his eyes, meeting her cappuccino-colored irises. He took advantage of her closeness to him and kissed the top of her nose, before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against his body. His hands roamed the soft skin of her midsection, relishing the warm and silky feel.

"You haven't even gotten into the shower," he teased back, taking his right hand and smacking her butt cheek playfully.

She yelped a little bit—not expecting his slap—and then pushed his body back into the full stream of water with vengeance, letting the shampoo run down from the top of his head. He sputtered and closed his eyes to prevent himself from breathing in any water and from soap getting into his eyes.

After a few seconds, when Jellal estimated his hair no longer had suds, he walked out of the stream of water, shaking the hair out of his eyes, before flipping both of them around to switch places and put Erza completely under the water.

"Hey!" she whined, looking down to keep water and hair out of her eyes.

He grinned, and while keeping one arm around her waist, he pumped some body gel out of the nearby container and starting rubbing it over Erza's back. He pushed her hair out of the way, running his hand along the entire length of her back—from the back of her neck to just past her tailbone.

He waited for her to open her eyes before kissing her on the forehead and grinning. She returned a smile to him, reaching her hand over the soap container and rubbing the slippery liquid all over his torso, quickly forming small bubbles over his chest and abdomen.

At times, her fingers whispered along the skin well below his waistline, and each and every time that happened, he felt a chill of anticipation run up his spine. She was teasing him, and she knew it—he could see a smirk perched on the edge of her lips. And before he knew it, he could see his member pulsing, rising up against the hot shower water.

Her finger grazed over the top edge of hardened member, and he might have just lost it then. Who knew if it was accidental or if she was actually trying to make something kinky out of the shower situation, but for all Jellal knew, there was no turning back from this point on.

He grabbed her wrists and turned her, pressing her back up against the shower wall and locking his lips with hers. She moaned into the kiss, pushing further into his lips. He gently, but with great urgency, parted her lips and slipped his hungry tongue into her mouth, feeling her soft warm and hurried breath—which rivaled even the steamy shower mist.

And her hands slipped out his grasp and ran all over him, letting the shower water wash away the suds on his body and making sure that not one single spot of him was missed.

He paused to take a breath, withdrawing from her lips and relishing the pink flush that he left on her face.

She looked at him through half-open eyes before leaning forward, meeting her lips with his right ear and nibbling his earlobe, all the meantime whispering sweet nothings that tickled him all the way to the inner workings of his mind, which couldn't help but instantly react to the seductive command that fell off her lips:

"Fuck me, Jellal."

Oh, that he would, indeed.

He saved her words into his brain for perhaps another time that he would need them and reached down for the backs of her thighs, lifting her up and propping her against him. She placed her arms around the base of his neck, and the sheer act pushed her tits together, displaying a most perfect view of her endowed cleavage to him. Together, they worked to angle her right over him.

It took him all his strength and willpower to not just completely push into her. He instead let his tip gently rub over and prod her silky opening. She saw her eyes close as bliss ran through her. Her hips slowly widened up even more to him, inviting him to come in, and her legs—dangling just behind him—embraced his waist and began to push down against his ass, like she was trying to force him in.

But, oh, it took him everything in his power to not oblige, even as he saw her open-mouthed breathing grow more hurried and deep, even as her lips started to round out in the same shape as her aroused center, even as her nipples hardened against the shower water stream.

He nudged her left breast with her nose, admiring the soft jiggle of it before taking the nipple into his mouth. He heard her soft moan and felt her weight shift as she arched her back to give him more of her.

He was performing a mighty balancing act—teasing her clit while sucking her tit—but he knew he would soon be rewarded and kept it going until he finally elicited a long and wanting moan from her. He felt her hand slap his upper back.

"Jellal!" she yelled at him. "Just fuck me!" And her hips bucked up to nudge his dick into her by about an inch.

But he stopped it there and looked up, mouth detaching from her breast.

"Who's the dirty girl, now, hm?" he cooed.

She only gave him an angry look before looking down at the gracious inch that he was steadily pumping into her. She moaned, a moan of frustration and impatience—which he thought was cute. She realized that he was going to keep things going at his speed and that he wasn't going to just let her take him all the way right from the start. And maybe that realization made her a tiny bit annoyed, because a second later, he found her biting at the base of his neck—hard.

"Ah—fuck, Erza!" he cried out, with pained laughter.

That wasn't even going to leave a hickey—that was probably just going to leave a bite mark.

"You deserve it," she said, huskily.

And while her words probably should have been a threat, he just found himself extra turned on, pushing forward to give her another inch of him.

She let out a heated yelp and a satisfied purr, rocking her body against him to quickly lubricate the extra new distance he allowed her. Even the sound of the shower water couldn't mask the lewd sounds of their love, and as Jellal started to fall into a happy place himself, he felt his arms grow tired of not just letting her completely come down on him.

However, Jellal wanted to give both her tits equal treatment before any of that happened, and so again, with his dick pulsing halfway into her, he nudged her right breast and then gave it a strong lick with his tongue before taking its hardened tip into his mouth. He bit it lightly—making her body jolt—before breathing over it and then running his lips over it.

"Mmm, Jellal…" she whispered, her arms around him becoming limp as she let herself relax into his suck-and-fuck.

When he lifted his head from her breast, she tilted his jaw up gently with her right hand and kissed him with an open mouth. She was a very good kisser, and Jellal let her do as she wished with his tongue, lips, and teeth, closing his eyes and feeling her hands massage his entire scalp.

"Erza…" he moaned, but it turned into a mumble under her playful tongue. Everything stopped and froze for him, as he let her take over his entire body and melted in the sensations.

After a long minute of tongue, she withdrew from him, sucking and pulling on his bottom lip, before she finally let it go, and it snapped back to his teeth, leaving only a silvery trail of spit behind. He watched her give him a seductive smile before her eyes traveled downwards to where she was still mounted on him, and it took him a full second to realize that her kiss had been so passionate that he had completely stopped pumping into her.

Suddenly, as if he had been cast under a spell after his kiss, he felt that he was very wrong to only be halfway into her and that he had been very wrong to be teasing her this entire time instead of giving her all of him. He looked up at her eyes, almost apologetically, and when she smiled and lightly pecked his lips in forgiveness, he went straight ahead to make the Queen of Fairies happy.

And in one clean and fulfilling stroke, he entered her completely, making up for everything that he had kept from her by two. Erza thanked him—with a very satisfied hum—, his own dick thanked him—with a throb that outmatched many others in the past—, and even his god damn tired arms thanked him—feeling the lactic acid burn fade in his muscles.

They rocked back and forth against each other, panting and clutching on tighter to each other to counteract the slippery shower water.

"So deep, so deep," she panted, inhaling sharply between each pump.

This was the hardest he had ever gone into her—a byproduct of fucking with him standing and her legs wrapped around him—and he was essentially just picking her hips up and then dropping her onto his member. The bounce of her tits was a heavenly sight to see, watching her nipples shake up and down with the same rhythm and force as her moans and his thrusting.

At some point, Jellal realized that this was the very first time that they were doing it in such a…clean place, and he mentally checked the bathroom off their list of places to make love. The steam from the hot water intensified the heat between them, their moans echoed within the shower chamber, and the slippery water challenged their intercourse—it was no wonder every guy that he talked to recommended trying it in the shower at least once.

The shower was slick and wet and messy and hard and hurt and uncomfortable but god, it felt so new and felt so fucking good.

Seeing her tightly shut eyes, her furrowed eyebrows, and her disregard for everything else that was happening around, he knew she too was very much enjoying the new environment.

But then her eyes snapped open.

"Faster, Jellal," she told him.

He whimpered, knowing that he wouldn't be able to do just that. There was really only so much he could do while standing—and fucking very hard and very fast was not on the hard skills list on his resume.

"Jellal," she asked again, with a little more command, after a few more strokes without any change in pace.

"Erza, I can't—"

And before he could finish his sentence, she started to quicken her pace on him herself, pounding herself down against him. He felt his knees buckling under her force, and he quickly shifted his stance, readjusted his arms, and encouraged his muscles to keep up.

He mentally swooned at the new height of sensation, feeling her tighten around him, feeling her grow more slippery inside, feeling her take all of him in with such enthusiasm. He felt a growing climax build within him and for a moment, all he could hear was the blood running out of his mind and into his groan and her panting and breathing and moaning—

And then they both came crashing down.

She landed hard on her back and he landed hard on his knees. The spell was lifted, and she had fallen off of him and for a dazed and confused moment, they both looked at each other before spitting restless words at each other—each blaming the other for ruining their climaxes.

"Jellal, you stupid idiot!" she whined, while spreading her legs wide and trailing her fingers down to her clit, trying not to lose her momentum.

"I told you I couldn't go any faster," he frowned, while holding his penis at the base and positioning himself at her center.

She just made a complaining sound and waited for him to push in again. She tilted her hips up, propping her feet on either side of his body, her right foot resting on the ceramic soap holder against the shower wall and her left foot holding itself on the metal handle of the shower door. Her hands reached up to cup around the top of his neck.

He placed his hands on either side of her head, thrusting his hips down into her to continue building their tension. The water of the shower sloshed around her body, splashing droplets all over her body—like how he imagined his cum might land on her when he released. His pace was quick, but even he could tell that compared to how deep they were when they first started, his fast strokes were nothing but shallow.

And she wanted something deeper, with a little more meaning.

"Stop," she growled. To his surprise, she picked herself up onto her knees and then grabbed his torso, throwing him down to the shower floor with a splash.

She sat on his knees, straightening them under her weight. She traced a seductive finger from his lips to his abdomen as she whispered in his ear.

"Well, if you can't do it, then I will do it myself," she threatened.

He shuddered, relishing her words, as he watched her slide up his body, before locking her knees on other side of his hips, lifting herself up above his hard member. She lightly tickled the lower ridge of his penis with her right hand and then guided him into her, while she sat down hard onto his hips. He gulped, daring himself to look as he slowly disappeared into her.

She giggled, noticing him stare, and drew his attention back up to her face, giving him a sweet kiss on the nose before placing her hands down onto his chest and then getting to work. She started slowly, rolling her hips over him, as she began to ride him. His hands reached up to squeeze her tits playfully, before brushing over her hardened nipples and tracing the curve of her waist all the way down to her ass, which he molded between his palms and fingers.

He could tell Erza loved being on top, and she bucked her hips with a bit more urgency as she started to feel the desire burn at her center. She continued to mount him and her natural lubrication began to leak out of her, slick trails of her arousal oozing down his member before being washed away by the shower. She gasped with every bounce, her humping growing ever more earnest, and her fingers clawing down on his torso as she grew more and more out of control.

"Yeah, keep going," he encouraged her with his soothing baritone voice. He started helping her, digging his heels into the shower floor and pumping upwards slightly with his hips, keeping her right in place with his hands.

The shower soon was drowned out by their moaning and the sound of skin rubbing against porcelain.

As his mental capacity to think straight started to fade, the only thing he could really comprehend was how much he loved to fuck her and how much he wanted to fuck her oh so good that she wouldn't be able to walk anymore and how much he would cum when his climax finally came—

"Er. Za," he warned, her name coming out in sharp exhales.

She moaned to confirm that she would satisfy him and then gyrated a couple more times on him before he felt like he couldn't take it any longer. She lifted up from his twitching member and then swiftly took the whole thing into her mouth and hands.

He whimpered, watching her pump him up and down.

"You wanna cum?" she asked him, lifting her wet tongue from his member while continuing to stroke him with a firm wrist.

He nodded, about to explode. He exhaled sharply, knitting his eyebrows together, and made himself endure.

"Where do you want to cum, you dirty boy?" she said, her face lowering back down to his groin as her hand squeezed harder and slicker around his member. She stuck out her tongue and ran up the entire length of his way-too-sensitive dick.

She had never asked him where he wanted to cum, and the two of them had always opted for the default locations—he was confused about why she was asking him now of all times, but the sudden eroticism of her question pushed out his curiosity.

He could only let out a whine.

"Here?" she continued, in her slow and mature voice. She pointed his tip toward her breasts. "You wanna cum all over my tits? Or maybe…" and then she pointed him toward her face. "You wanna cum all over my face?"

"Mmm, yes. Fuck, yes," he told her, breathily, starting to focus on just cumming and not getting distracted with the sheer allure of releasing on her body.

"It's a one-time deal, Jellal," she told him, with a smirk. "Because we're in the shower." And she asked him again. "You want to cum all over me?"

"Erza. Fuck. Yes. Let me cum, damn it," he begged.

And then she gave him one last pump before letting her firm grip on him go, and he subsequently released onto her, seeing his cum land in various places—some drops onto her nose, some splashes into her cleavage, and a lot all over her pursed lips.

He lay his head back down against the shower floor, catching his breath and giving her a toothy smile. She returned his smile with a grin and licked her lips, kneeling down to suck the remaining cum from his member before the shower water washed it down the drain.

"Oh…Erza…" he groaned.

She quickly cleaned herself up, letting the warm water run through her hair. She hummed excitedly, her lips coming close to his ears. "You liked that?" she asked him.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her forward to kiss her. "So good, Erza."

She beamed quietly to herself, picking herself up from the shower floor.

"Well then," she reminded him. "You still need to finish me."

And she opened the shower door and stepped out into the bathroom, which had developed a thick coat of steam after their long time of playfulness in the shower. She looked back at his resting body—lying on the shower floor, completely disregarding the shower water raining down on him—and smiled.

"I'll be waiting in bed," she chirped, closing the shower door to keep the water off the bathroom floor.

He meditated off after-sex endorphins for a moment.

Mmm, yes. He'd finish her off, alright.

He picked himself off the shower floor and turned around to turn off the faucet, but then—

lol oops

Stinging shampoo in his eyes and a raw back from the hot stream of water suddenly awoke him from his lewd dreams.

"Ah," he cursed, to himself, submerging his head underneath the shower.

When he convinced himself that he had rid himself of all the suds, he opened his eyes and looked downwards, groaning as he saw water from the shower ricochet off his upwardly-lifted member.

After attempting to count sheep, think of other things, read a book, and take a shower, Jellal decided that maybe…

Just maybe he needed to take care of things himself.

Wow, much longer than I expected. Cheers to all of us, I guess.

Hm…how much more shall I continue of this? xD I do want to get to the conclusion of the actual story line. :P I technically have four requested prompts on hold, and I want you to help me choose which one I'll do next!

The prompts are: ribbon, seduction armor, stockings, and chains.

The one with the most votes shall be the next (and potentially, final?) chapter!

See ya next time, ;). thir13enth.