"Anonymous asked: Would it be bad to request a part two of 'Its all in the wrist'? like the next day at school or something along those lines?"

I hadn't actually planned on this particular installment having more than one part but alas. The public has their demands!

It's All in the Wrist - Part Two/Conclusion

Erza stepped down from the bus and missed the curb entirely. Rain water splashed around her ankles and the bottom hem of her knee-length skirt was suddenly wet all over again. Her foot slid on the plastic sole of her flip-flops and she grabbed the pole of the stop sign for balance. A steady mist of rain droplets coated her hair – that was still damp from her very rushed, very cold shower – and soaked through her shirt.

A crack of thunder snapped her to attention and Erza raced as quickly as possible in her slippery, wet sandals to the stone loggia that lined the front of the university building. She pulled her bag open and dug around for the jacket she realized had been forgotten on the back of her couch.

"Great," she muttered frustratedly. "Just perfect." Now she'd be wet and cold.

"Scarlet?"

Erza froze. No, no, no! She didn't want Jellal to see her in such a messy state... they'd only been dating for two weeks! It was too soon for the drowned cat look! It wasn't fair. A warm hand settled on her shoulder and she spun around.

"Jellal! I, uh –" Thunder crashed again and she jumped, clutching her bag to her chest.

"You rode the bus like this? You're soaking wet." He took her by the arm and led her to the nearest bench. "Here, let me help you." Jellal relieved her of her school bag and wrapped his jacket around her shoulders. It smelled like him and she couldn't help sighing.

"Thank you," Erza said with a pitiful smile. She pulled the jacket tighter around her and tried to regain the composure she knew had also been left at home.

"Are you okay? I've never seen you so –"

"Messy?" she offered.

"I was going to say out of sorts," he said with a small grin. Jellal pulled the mass of wet hair from the collar of his jacket and pulled her into his side. She still wasn't quite used to his displays of affection. He was never overt or smothering but everything he did – even the playful tugs on her hair when she made a mistake in the one class they shared – was now laced with a something that turned her insides to a squishy ball of marshmallow fluff.

"It's just been one of those terrible mornings where nothing goes right. I should've stayed in bed."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Erza hid her face in his shoulder. She didn't like dumping on people and she would probably scare him with all of her personal baggage. "Well..." He pressed his lips to her temple encouragingly. Maybe just an overview would suffice? "I woke up late because of the road construction they're doing at night on my street, the hot water has been out since yesterday – my landlord is on vacation – and I didn't realize it was raining until the last minute. By that time I was about to miss my bus and forgot my jacket."

"That's quite a morning, Scarlet."

"Yeah," she sighed again and stifled a yawn. "But it's almost Friday so that's something at least."

Jellal laughed and tugged on the tangled strands of wet hair. "Today's Friday."

"What?" Erza groaned in embarrassment.

"Is that so bad?"

"If today is Friday then I didn't even need to be here until this afternoon!"

He suddenly stood and held out his hand. "Alright, come on. Let's go."

"What? Don't you have classes today?"

"Yeah, but they're not important."

She took his hand and stared up at him in confusion when he pulled her hair over her shoulder and covered her head with the jacket hood. "I don't understand."

"I'm taking you home for better clothes and you can shower at my house. I can't stand seeing you so upset."

"But –"

"There's no sense in arguing with me, Scarlet," he said with finality. "I don't care about missing a couple of classes. Have you eaten?"

Erza huffed with a false bravado but instantly deflated. "No."

Jellal zipped up the jacket and shouldered her bag as well as his own. "Let's get going then. My grandma's sweet bread never lasts long."

Erza desperately tried to keep up with the conversation between Jellal and his grandmother but failed miserably. She decided if she was going to continue to date him, and see his family that was obviously important to him regularly, she'd need to learn Spanish. The elderly woman had only kind smiles and soft words for Erza, but Jellal clearly took a verbal lashing for missing classes. She shooed them out of her kitchen with warm buns wrapped in parchment paper.

"This is the best thing I've ever tasted," Erza exclaimed around a mouthful of bread. She perched on the edge of Jellal's bed and finished off the bun. "I don't think I'll ever be able to create something like that."

"My grandma has a lifetime of experience," he said with a laugh. "She'd be insulted if I even tried to outdo her."

"Have you?"

"I wouldn't dare." He winked and piled her clean clothes on the bathroom counter along with a fluffy towel. "The cooking class doesn't start until three so we have about four hours before we have to leave."

Erza licked the remaining sugar glaze from her fingers and tossed the crumpled parchment paper away. "I really appreciate this, Jellal."

He reached out for her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you walk around all day in wet clothes and flip flops?"

"Maybe you could do me one more favor?" she asked coyly before turning toward the bathroom. Jellal's eyebrows shot up when Erza pulled her dress over her head and left it on the floor in a damp heap. He didn't wait for her to say exactly what the favor was before leaving behind his own trail of clothes.

The hot water felt much better against her back than the cold spray she'd suffered through earlier that morning. To her surprise, Jellal didn't immediately pin her against the wall as he did in her dream. He seemed to be thoroughly engaged in washing her hair. The way his fingers worked against her scalp coaxed a moan from her lips. Erza leaned back against him and closed her eyes.

"Have I mentioned how drunk I am on your hair?" he whispered in her ear.

"You have," she said with a languorous sigh. "I hope you're okay with washing it from now on because a girl could get used to this."

Jellal rinsed the remainder of conditioner from her hair and kissed her naked shoulder. "It would be my pleasure."

Erza turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her lazily but not without a certain degree of urgency. His hands slid from her shoulders down over her breasts and settled on her waist. She grinned when her back finally pressed against the tile wall.

"How long did you say your landlord will be on vacation?" he asked ghosting his lips over the column of her neck. His thumb drew slow, maddening circles just below her navel.

"Uh, Tuesday is what he said," she breathed digging her nails into his shoulder.

"Maybe you should stay with me until then," Jellal said just loud enough for her to hear him over the rushing water. His fingers finally dipped between her legs and Erza's lips parted in a gasp.

"I –"

"No pressure or anything." His teeth grazed her neck just before he settled into a forceful, open mouthed kiss, and slid his fingers inside of her fully.

Erza's eyes fluttered shut and she forgot the conversation entirely. His thumb circled her in the same way as before and pleasure coiled tightly in her belly. Just as she teetered on the edge of release Jellal removed his hand and squeezed her thigh. The tiles were slick with steam and he lifted her easily. She gripped him tightly between her legs and secured her fingers in his hair as he quickly pushed inside.

A deep growl resonated through his chest and Erza smiled against his lips. He held her against the wall with unwavering strength and she didn't feel his muscles tremble at all until his steady rhythm turned erratic. Jellal leaned into her for balance and his thumb returned to finish her off with perfect circles. With a whispered string of curses Jellal tumbled over the edge with her. She kissed the line of his jaw when he winced and pulled out.

"You never answered me," he said panting into her shoulder.

Erza's face flushed. "I may have forgotten the question."

Jellal chuckled and reached over to shut off the water. He studiously blotted her hair dry with a towel before wrapping her in it. "Stay with me until your hot water is fixed. It's only a couple of days and you can stay in the guest room if you want. My grandma won't mind and no one will be home this weekend except for us and my cousin."

"Jellal," she said seriously. "If I stay with you I will most certainly not be sleeping in the guest room."

"Fair enough." He smiled down at her and led her back into the main bedroom. Erza crawled into his bed and under the blankets.

"Can we have a nap before class? I'm wiped."

His answer was to set an alarm on his phone and kiss her forehead just before her eyes slid shut.

Erza accepted the empanada from Jellal's smiling grandmother with a slight blush. She admonished Jellal with a long string of Spanish and when Erza asked him about it later he simply rolled his eyes and said, "She has too many opinions about my life."

"Does she know about... you know... the shower?"

Jellal laughed and took one hand off the steering wheel to squeeze her thigh. "She probably has a good guess, but that's not why she chewed me out. It's more like she wanted to be sure I wasn't the reason you were so pitiful looking when we arrived."

"I see."

"Don't worry. If she didn't like you, it would be obvious." He smiled over at her and Erza reaffirmed her decision to learn conversational Spanish as soon as possible.

They made it back to the university with enough time to arrive at their kitchen work station before anyone else. Barring any major disasters, Jellal thought they could complete the assignment and cut out early.

"Hey," Natsu called from the station behind them halfway through the class. "What's up with you two?"

Erza turned to glare haughtily at him. "I don't know what you mean."

"You usually fight and stuff and Jellal pulls your hair. Then you get mad and threaten to slap him. What gives?"

Lucy sighed. "Mind your own business, Natsu."

"Why? I'm just asking a question."

"You should listen to your girlfriend," Erza said with a smirk.

Natsu's eyes narrowed as he glanced back and forth between Erza and Jellal several times. "No, there's something different."

"You're about as dense as this bread is going to be if you don't pay attention!" Lucy snapped. "They're obviously dating."

"No, I don't think –"

"Natsu!" Lucy jabbed him in the ribs and finally commanded his attention.

Erza felt a tug on her braid. "If you keep manhandling that dough ball your bread will be dense, too," he said in her ear.

"Uh, right," she said softly turning her back to Natsu. Jellal's arm slid around her shoulders as he continued to whisper instructions in her ear.

Natsu could still be heard whining about how gross they acted even if they were dating. He cut off abruptly when Lucy – assumedly – jabbed him in the ribs once more.