A/N: I do not own Fairy Tail.

Chapter Fourteen – The Punishment Game

Part 1 - Entrapment

I slept like a baby. I had thought I would be up half the night, thinking about everything, freaking out lying next to Erza, but I must have dropped off within minutes from sheer exhaustion. When I woke up the first thing I saw was scarlet. Erza had rolled over in her sleep so she was lying on her side, facing away from me, random strands of her hair tickling my face. Which was fine. Less fine was the fact that I had my arm thrown over her waist, holding her against me, and there was no sign of that stupid towel. Just her bare back pressed against my chest, my hand flat on her stomach. She breathed slow and deep, still asleep. I eased away, propped myself up on my elbow and watched her for a bit. Her expression was oddly similar to Wendy's last night. Maybe all girls looked like this when they were asleep. Unguarded, innocent, sweet. I felt a compulsive urge to kiss her. A definite sign that it was time to leave. I lifted my hand away and tried to inch further away from her. She stirred almost immediately, "Jell?"

I released a slow breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding. "Yeah?"

"You promised."

"I'm still here." Even though I felt like bolting.

"I thought you were leaving," Erza grabbed my hand and put it back on her stomach much higher than where it was before. She took a deep breath and when she let it out the bottom curve of her breasts brushed my fingers.

Fucking hell.

I thought quick, desperate for an escape route, "I was just going to get you some clothes."

She was quiet for a moment, "Okay. We have to go to the dojo later but we've probably got a few hours. What time is it?"

Success. I've never been so grateful to wear a watch in my entire life. I pulled my hand back off her warm skin and out from under the covers to check the time. To make it seem less suspicious I wrapped my arm back around her but on top of the covers. Much better. "It's just after eleven so we don't have that much time."

Barely time for lunch if we were going to be at the dojo for one o'clock. I didn't realise it was that late. I turned over to face Jellal and couldn't help laughing.

"What?"

"Your face. What have you got on your face?" I ran my thumb under his eye. "Oh my god. Is this make up?"

Jellal scowled and flopped onto his back, "I forgot about that. Millianna said I couldn't have a black eye in the prom photos so she covered it for me."

I leaned in closer, "No way! I didn't even notice until just now. Wow. Your skin tone matches hers really well."

"She had to blend two shades... Ah hell, I learned way more than I wanted to about foundations and concealers yesterday."

I tried to suppress fresh peals of laughter, "We'll have to get her to do it again for graduation. Maybe she can do mine too." As soon as I said it I regretted it. Jellal had been smiling and it'd felt so natural to wake up with him and be laughing and joking but the smile dropped with the mention of that stupid love bite.

"Don't feel bad about it," I said, my index finger tracing a slow figure eight over his chest. Of course he had to feel a little bad about what happened but not so much that it kept us from being together. I was so ready to move on and get back to being happy but that wouldn't happen if he kept beating himself up over this.

"Bad is not the word for how I feel about it. You shouldn't forgive me."

"I haven't." I had but he wasn't ready to hear that yet, "You owe me. Starting today with breakfast." That deep sadness was back in Jellal's expression, haunting his eyes even as he tried to hide it.

"Breakfast? Do you want food poisoning? You know I can't cook anything half decent."

I laughed again at his forced grimace but my heart twisted recognizing all the little things he wasn't saying out loud. The last thing I wanted was to be a source of pain to him. I hoped these bruises faded fast.

There was a sharp knock on my door. "Come in!" I yelled.

Erza was half lying on me. She didn't seem bothered at all that her towel had slipped off to god knows where. She was so happy and carefree. I couldn't understand it. I'd felt alright when I woke up but I could feel that clawing black guilt pulling me down. All the memories of last night crashing down on me. Why had I ever agreed to stay here last night?

Cana poked her head around the door. "Well, look at this. I take it you guys talked everything out. Or did more than talking?" She raised her eyebrows at us and I could only imagine how we looked, Erza draped all over me.

"Kind of. I mean no, but it's fixed. In a way," Erza said.

"Sounds complicated, but I'm not getting involved any more. You guys up for brunch? Everyone is just waking up and Ruchio is making a million pancakes."

"We're so in," Erza said automatically. Pancakes obviously sounded awesome to her.

"I think I'll have to give those a miss," I said. I needed to get out of here. Think about things. Decide how I was going to keep Erza away from me.

"No you won't. I said breakfast and I meant breakfast. At least now you don't have to burn something," Erza pinched my cheek and smiled at me.

"Wow. Got him cooking for you and everything. Somebody is whipped," Cana smirked at me, "See you both in around twenty minutes."

I couldn't even find the strength to argue with them but two minutes later I definitely wished I had.

Once Cana left I sat up, tucking the covers around me. "I need clothes." I couldn't miss the look of relief that went across Jellal's face. Poor thing. He had no idea what I had planned for him. I would make him my boyfriend no matter what.

"I really should go home," Jellal said as he climbed out of the bed. He tugged on his hopelessly wrinkled shirt, "I can't go to the dojo in this."

He was so hot. Half-dressed, his clothes all rumpled, his hair messy. I felt like glomping him. "Its fine. I've got some of your stuff here."

"Really?"

"Yeah, in that bottom drawer."

'Some' was a bit of a relative term. Jellal was always leaving things in weird places and I inevitably ended up picking them up for him. Over the years I'd amassed quite a collection of his clothes from trips to the pool, training sessions and I can hardly think where else.

"I've been looking for this," Jellal said kneeling on the floor to pull a black t-shirt out of the drawer. "Have you been hoarding my clothes?"

I blushed, "You're the one that leaves them everywhere! I was going to return them. I just never got around to it." I loved wearing his hoodie to bed in the winter but I wasn't going to tell him that. He tugged his shirt off and his broad shoulders were too much to resist.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" I managed to get out.

"Glomping you," Erza said like it was perfectly normal for her to launch out of bed and wrap herself around me. Naked. Did I mention that little fact? Her arms were around my neck, her breasts pressed against my back as she squeezed me tightly. "I'm so happy you're still here."

"Uh huh." One particular part of my body was getting very happy that she was happy but Mavis help me this girl needed clothes and fast. "Here, you wear this one." I tossed the black shirt over my shoulder and hoped she'd take the hint.

"I need a bra and some panties first, silly. Or do you want me to wander around commando? The guys at the dojo would love that. Can you imagine? Me sparing without a bra on? Oh my god."

Oh hell. Seriously bad mental image paired with a instant hatred of the fact that the guys at the dojo would indeed love it. I would fucking love it. I patted Erza's arms where they rested around my neck, "That would be bad so you go right ahead and put those on. I'm going to take a quick shower if that's alright with you." A cold shower. Really cold.

"Nope. You said you were going to dress me. So dress me. Bras are in top drawer on the left."

"You cannot be serious!" I exploded. This girl was crazy. Absolutely crazy. Maybe she'd hit her head last night or something? I don't remember doing that...

I nearly laughed. He was so cute with his eyes squeezed shut, hands on my forearms trying to push me off him. "You don't want too? I thought you were going to make it up to me?"

He froze, "What?"

"You slammed me into a fridge. My back hurts so I need you to help dress me." I didn't even try to make the lie believable.

"Bullshit. You're making that up."

"Maybe. I've hit the tatami mats harder than that before. I've also had bruises worse than this before but I don't see the people who caused those whining that they're going to hate themselves forever over it."

Jellal sighed and said softly, "This is different and you know it."

"Is it? You were angry, you fucked up, you apologized, but I... I can sense it Jell." It was there in his eyes from the moment I'd first referenced the bruise. He was going to walk away from me again, unless I used his guilt against him to make him stay with me. It was playing dirty but I'd do it if it meant I could keep him. "You said you'd do anything for me. It's another wish. For your punishment."

"Another wish?" I'd thought the kissing was bad enough. "Erza, I-"

"Please, Jellal."

It was the 'please' that did it. She said it was a punishment but she was still asking me, like it was favour. Erza stood up and stepped away from me, waiting. I pulled open the top left drawer and was assaulted with different colours and fabrics. How could one girl need so much lingerie? And for a virgin some of this stuff was damn sexy. Bows and ribbons and lace in red, black, white, blue, every possible colour. On a hunch I opened the right hand drawer and sure enough it was filled with panties. This was going to add a whole new dimension to all my fantasies about Erza. Shit. I should just get this over with quickly. I pulled on one bra strap and held it up. Pale blue with a black ruffles around the edges, a black bow in the middle and two more bows, one on each strap.

"That one is part of a set." Erza reached over my shoulder and rumbled around in the other drawer. "Ah, here it is."

More black ruffles and bows and the back was virtually see-through. Fuck me.

"You wear this stuff? Like out. To school and stuff?" I was slightly in awe. It was all so... girly.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I just thought..." I don't know what I thought probably because I'd never spent a lot of time contemplating the subject of what Erza was wearing under her uniform. If I'd known she was rocking up to school wearing matching lingerie sets that student council room fantasy would have gone down weeks ago. Erza laughed, light and breathy next to my ear, "I can't really wear that one to the dojo but maybe I could model it for you."

I jerked away from her, trying to ignore the way all my stomach muscles clenched at the suggestion. I dropped the bra back in the drawer. "I can't do this."

"You haven't even started yet."

She was teasing me. I could tell from her playful tone. I hadn't forgotten that she was standing behind me with not a stitch of clothing on. "Can you wish something else?" Please, before you kill me.

"Hmm. No. I'll help you though. Try the back corner."

I ran a hand over my face. She was going to be the death of me. In the back corner was a neat stack of sports bras. The top one was a bright, vivid lime green. "That'll do. There should be some cute boy shorts I could wear with that," Erza said. I scanned the other drawer, discounting anything lacy or delicate looking until I found a plain gray pair that should do. "Now that wasn't too bad was it?"

For her maybe. What the hell was that one with the million ruffles on the back? I bet her ass looked great in that. Or that plain black thong. "What is this thing?" It was pink and sheer and way too much fabric for a pair of panties.

"A baby doll. It shouldn't be in that drawer actually."

I held it up, twisting it until it was the right way round. It was... fucking sexy. I'd be able to see right through this if she wore it. "Why do you have this stuff? I mean nobody sees it. Right?" A tiny ripple of concern went through me. I was so possessive over this girl, it was damn well indecent. Hadn't we just established that she wasn't sleeping around and yet I still needed to hear her say that no one had ever seen her in any of these. She's not yours. Stop it!

"Girls don't just buy underwear for guys to see. It's pretty and it makes me feel good. Plus it's like a secret that only you know when you wear it."

And now I knew. I'd never be able to look at her ever again without wondering. "This is going to drive me crazy," I muttered under my breath.

I was trying very hard to keep the smirk off my face. He'd never get through a day without wondering what I was wearing under my clothes from now on. "I've never worn that though. That one is definitely for someone to see. You sure you don't want a private show?"

Jellal shook his head, closed the drawers and tried to hand me the bra and the boy shorts. "I think I've seen enough."

"Shame. Wearing that for the first time for you could've been fun. I've been thinking a lot of first times with you might be fun." I watched his shoulders tense up then leaned over him, letting my body rub against his back, "I told you to dress me. You're slacking if you think you can just hand me those."

"Erza. Don't. If I do this will you stop?"

"Stop what?" I asked sweetly, loving the way I would hear the effect I was having on him reflected in his voice.

"This. Whatever it is you think you're doing."

"Depends how well you do dressing me."

He was silent for a moment, "Fine but I'm keeping my eyes closed." Jellal shuffled around on his knees and leaned back on his heels so I rested my right foot on his thigh. He held up the boy shorts, "Are these the right way around?"

I laughed, "You're seriously keeping your eyes closed?" I leaned in close to him but he didn't pull away so he couldn't be faking it.

"Yes. No compromises."

"Even if I wish them open?"

"Even if you beg me."

"I'll let you off this once. You have to turn them around," I said and he complied, lifting my right foot to slide sliding them on. Enjoying the show, I didn't help but let him fumble around for a bit getting them over my left foot. Then he started sliding them up my legs and the game I was playing got real.

Erza obviously thought this was some kind of game. She might be innocent but she wasn't stupid. There was no way she could miss the fact that this whole lingerie thing was turning me on. My resolve wavered. If she wanted to play, we could play.

Jellal's fingers stroked my calves and upwards slowly bringing the soft material higher and higher. He leaned forward slightly and I felt his warm breath on my thighs, sparking off a tendril of heat in my belly. His hands slide over my hips, tugging the boy shorts into place. He paused there for a moment then his hands circled my hips and ran down over my ass to grip the back of my thighs. "How'd I do?"

I nodded before I remembered he couldn't see me, "Acceptable."

"Acceptable? That's not very good. Maybe I need practice."

"Practice?"

"How about a test drive?"

"Well, if you insist," I tried and failed to sound completely nonchalant. My heart was trying to hammer its way out of my chest. Where was he going with this?

I let my hands wander back down her legs and ignored that now familiar flash of heat that urged me to sweep her up onto the bed. I wasn't going to fuck her but if she wanted to tease me we'd see how she liked getting teased back. I ran my palms up and down her calves. "I wasn't adequately prepared last time but I think I know what the problem was."

"Really?"

"I didn't accurately mark out my course. A rookie error. No one ever won a rally race without good pacenotes."

"Jellal Fernades. Are you comparing me to a motor sport? I'm not sure I like that comparison."

"Do you like this?" I lifted Erza's leg and ran my tongue from her ankle right up to her knee. The motion left her off balance and she grabbed my shoulders to steady herself. I let her find her balance then kissed my way around her knee, tilting her leg outwards to gently kiss her inner thigh.

Erza took in a shaky breath, "I'm not sure if I like it. Perhaps a little more would help me decide?"

What could I say? The girl was good. I was more than happy to oblige, so I kept kissing my way up her thigh, letting my tongue trace a path over her soft skin.

"How am I doing?" Jellal asked me again. He licked along the bottom edge of the boy shorts then blew out a short breath over the same spot. The feeling had me struggling to find enough air to reply.

"G-good."

"You've gone kind of quiet."

I swallowed hard, "I'm fine." In fact, I was having some kind of intimate, personal melt down. Jellal "dressing me", if we could call it that, was even more sexy than I imagined him undressing me would be. That little tendril of heat had unfurled into something much stronger as I looked down at the boy on his knees before me. I loved having his hands on my body, his tongue on my skin. Warmth erupted everywhere he touched me.

Jellal's hands slipped back down my leg and set my foot back on the floor. I couldn't help the wishing he'd do the same with my other leg but instead he felt around on the floor until he found the sports bra. "Come down here with me."

Mildly disappointed but curious to see if he planned to 'map' out a route to get my bra on, I settled onto my knees in front of him and watched him try to figure out which way it went with his eyes still closed. He had a cute frown on that made me want to kiss him.

So I did.

I'd known this would happen as soon as she told me to dress her. Putting those boy shorts on her I'd literally felt the moment the energy changed between us. The air charged with all those pent up emotions and desires. I told myself I wasn't going to kiss her back but of course that was just wishful thinking. I'd already placed a hundred kisses all over her skin, of course I couldn't stop now. When her lips touched mine I pulled her to me right away, craving her, and she came to me willingly. Something about kissing Erza always felt right, even when I knew it was wrong. Her tongue played along my lower lip, seeking entrance but I knew we had to stop so I pulled away from her.

"Jellal-"

"No, Erza. Just no, okay."

"I want you."

Her words only intensified the throbbing sensation in my groin and made my heart twist. I couldn't have her. I shouldn't be touching her. I had to stop encouraging her to keep playing this stupid game. I grabbed a pillow off the bed and pushed it against her chest. "Please re-think your wishes. I can't do this with you." Then before I could change my mind I got up and locked myself in her bathroom. It was beyond time for that cold shower.

This was going to take more time and more work than I initially anticipated. I was 99.9% sure that Jellal was as much in love with me as I was with him. Which meant him cracking was only a matter of time and dealing with the small problem of all this guilt he was carrying around. To my mind at least, once I got him to sleep with me that was it. Jellal wouldn't take my virginity and then keep on insisting that he couldn't date me. Entrapment? Maybe but it was for a good cause. We'd be so happy together. I just knew it.

He was worth it, so I could wait, but not for long. It'd already been over a month since all this started and several years since I'd first fallen in love with him. I was done wasting time. I'd spend a few days, if it even took that long, teasing him with these wishes until he couldn't resist me any more. That was the plan anyway. Problem was, I wasn't so sure who was teasing who any more.

I was actively trying to seduce him yet here I was the one left feeling frustrated. I squeezed the pillow tightly against my chest trying to squash down that dull ache in my belly and bring my heart rate back under control. He had so much more experience with these sorts of things than me and he'd turned the tables so quickly. Thinking back, I hadn't even come up with the whole 'dress me' thing. That'd been an idea he'd given me himself. I obviously had to up my game plan if I wanted to win this little thing that had started between us.

I chucked the pillow back on the bed and finished getting dressed. I'd have to think about this.

What the hell was I thinking? Erza was making all these ridiculous wishes and I was going along with it. Like a lamb to the slaughter, I couldn't help thinking as I borrowed the least feminine smelling of all her soaps. Women. They always had so much stuff. Soap, makeup, shoes... black lace thongs. I forced my mind back onto the problem at hand. She was setting up this elaborate trap and I was falling right into it. Seriously? I was kissing my way up her leg two minutes ago. That kind of bullshit needed to stop. I had to put some space between us for her own good. That pink baby doll with the black thong, that'd look good. I pinched myself. First chance I got I was putting as much physical space as possible between Erza and I. My subconscious thoughts and body would betray my will power the first chance they got and I couldn't risk it. I had to deal with them first though.

My hand skimmed down to grasp the engorged length of my erection. It'd taken me probably two milliseconds to figure out that a cold shower wasn't going to cut it. Erza had me way too worked up. That pink baby doll with the black thong... under her school uniform. In the student council room against that large, old wooden desk. Hell yes. I let the fantasy unfold, adding all the details of what I wanted to do to her. I imagined the way she would feel, warm and tight around me. How she'd look when she came, sweat glistening on her skin with a look in her eyes only I would ever see. I imagined telling Erza I loved her, again and again and again. I bit back a moan. I wanted to tell her that more than anything but that thought, like all the others, was infinitely better off remaining unfulfilled. The water ran over me, swirling down the drain, taking the evidence of my actions with it. I let those thoughts trickle away and hoped I'd be able to stay in control of them.

When I stepped out of the bathroom the first thing that struck me was the amazing smell in her bedroom. It was whatever she normally wore but so much stronger, I guess because she'd just put it on. I was dying to know what it was. Erza was sat in the middle of her made up bed wearing red shorts and my black t-shirt, her hair in one long braid over her shoulder. She was so cute."Ready to eat?" she asked.

Sure, if I could have a bite of you.

"Yeah," was what I actually said. So much for suppressing those thoughts. I had to get away before Erza caught me in her web too tightly. Though, if I was being honest, she already had.