-Written in Blood-
Set in Motion
Chapter Five
Author's Note/Disclaimer: I own nothing. Fairy Tail belongs to its writer and so do the characters. I'm merely making a fanfiction like almost everyone on here does. Hello everyone here is the Fifth Chapter of Written in Blood. I hope you enjoy it. Questions and explanations at the end of chapter!
Set in Motion
Erza stared at the approaching peacekeeper that was swaying slightly. Knowing the peacekeeper as she does, it was rather obvious that the tiny man was slightly drunk, just because of the sway and the giddy smile. However he wasn't too drunk to the point of making an embarrassing mistake but it was in the stages of leading up to it. Her eyes were locked onto the tiny wise man as she firmly kept Mirajane to her side. Erza tried her hardest to ignore that her beloves head was on her shoulder or that her hand was on her inner thigh. She felt a building up heat in her lower region as something was waking up. She tried not to blush and soon busied her thoughts, after thinking about going cold turkey for the rest of her life, by watching Makarov turn to the crowd and clearing his throat. Erza kept her heart rate down and calmed her nervous knowing that if she was calm then the slightly freaked out Mirajane would be calm also. Erza would be damned if her birthday turned out to be like the stupid fairy tale of Cinderella and had to continue chasing Mirajane. She was soon pulled out of her thoughts as Makarov opened his mouth. Everyone's eyes were on the Makarov, no one moved or sound was made.
"Royals, Allies, Guests, Visiting Dignitaries, and Fellow Countrymen. We are here today to celebrate a very special and foreseen day. The day where the heir of a kingdom comes of age to succeed the throne as the next ruler. Today we celebrate the birth of The Crown Princess, Erza Titania Scarlet, the heir to the Fairy Wings Kingdom," Makarov spoke calmly as the crowd started cheering thinking the old wise man was done, however they were soon shushed by a wave of hand ," However this also fulfills a promise, bargain, fated compromise set in blood, an arrangement set long ago. Now we all know in this land of Fiore we have two very fierce Kingdoms. Throughout our history these kingdoms have been at war because of an undying rivalry in the past. Now we all remember the battle that shall not be named, however after it their was a meeting set. Knowing that two kingdoms would make an empire or a strong nation together the two kingdoms wanted to bind together. They wanted this arrangement to happen so their subjects and people would be better protected. However the Magic Consul wanted more than a signing. They wanted a blood oath on the arrangement. A blood binded marriage between the heirs of the kingdoms. Today marks the day that their will be a marriage in the future for our two great kingdoms. The marriage between Princess Mirajane Stratuss and Princess Erza Scarlet will be wed to join our two kingdoms. Rejoice and be Merry today! Today is the day we will be leading up to peace and prosperity!"
The crowd applauded and cheered when Makarov finished his speech. Some were standing and cheering loudly and as expected some were sneering from disgust or jealousy but still clapping. Erza blinked and slowly looked over at her parents as everything was processing in her head. She felt Mirajane freeze up and automatically she knew Mirajane also processed it. They were engaged to be married. Engaged. Knowing that this Mirajane was not the one she first fell in love with. It hurt Erza knowing that the princess was probably pissed and shocked. Erza was even shocked but actually pleased. Married to the one she loves more than anything could be considered a dream come true for her, just for her. It didn't take a puppet mage to know that this could possibly mean that it's a nightmare for Mirajane. Erza would try to make the most of it and make her happy. She stared at her parents and they smiled at her as her mother mouthed 'Surprise' even though she herself looked rather confused. Erza watched as Anya soon after smacked Alexander in the stomach causing him to grunt in discomfort. Erza switched her focus to the women of her dreams that was shaking into her side. Erza didn't know what to do and just rubbed Mirajane's shoulder and back as she stared at her concerned.
Now around the room there was chatter. Some were rejoiced with the news as some were utterly disgusted. One who was openly being pissy about it was a blue haired young man wearing a white tux and red mask. He was practically snarling about the new union to a visiting dignitary that he didn't know was from the ice kingdom. However, she knew who and what he was and will be.
"I can't believe this rubbish waste they called a 'fated binding'. That Savage, Mongrel, She-Demon Mirajane does not deserve someone as perfect as The Crown Princess. Erza is perfection, practically a Goddess. Mirajane is practically Satan's daughter!" He snarled as his fists were shaking. The visiting dignitary smiled rather beautifully and fully amused of the stupidity of this young lord. Young men were so easily tilted and could ramble like fools when untended. His childish behavior was working in her favor. All she could do was smile.
"This could be another love story like Zeref and Mavis." She commented in a factual tone as she fanned herself slowly as the young male bristled at her comment. The heartwarming story between two star crossed lovers that were bounded by the 'gods'. Everyone loves a good star crossed romance and it's even more star crossed with two 'females'.
"This is nothing like that story! Zeref and Mavis were meant for each other, also it was between a man and women. The way it should be!" He raged in a hushed voice because he did not want to be killed for speaking his mind openly. The young lady snickered softly at the young males sexist outrage. Finding his outrageous interest in the subject riveting, she decided to play with his mind a bit. She heard a blond haired maiden speak about how Erza was different. It didn't take a space mage to know she was referring Erza as a hermaphrodite. Hermaphrodites were very rare and in some kingdoms they viewed them as a god or goddess in a sense.
The young lady licked her lips as she stared at the scarlet haired vixen rather hungrily before speaking, "Rumor has it that Erza is very well equipped for this task. Even with a bigger ego than rich spoiled boys whose package can't compare." The male looked confused before sighing and crossed his arms over his chest. A clear sign he was innocent in his thinking which was rare in a male. She lifted a very shaped and cleaned eyebrow at his behavior.
"I know she is well equipped for the task. If anyone can tame that wild princess, The Crown Princess surely can. Also yes her charm is better than normal rich spoil royals." He said as if he assumed that they were talking about other things. The young lady smiled and her eyes twinkled, knowing that he had just confirmed he had no idea what she was referring to. She simply nodded her head and let him believe he was on the right course. Oh men, they were the easiest things for her to manipulate. Play things that can easily be sculpted like ice is to the young women. Easily controlled by her and easily shattered.
"I never caught your name, my young lord. I apologize Mr?"
"Lord Jellal Fernandes and you my dear?"
"Oh my, you're the young man engaged to the ice princess are you not?" She inquired as if finding a new interest in this young man, even though she already knew who and what he is to her. Jellal smiled a bit as he took two drinks of fairy water off of a server's tray. He offered her one and she accepted it with a beautiful inviting smile. They both took a sip before Jellal replied to her.
"That I am, before you ask. No, I have never met her before but I hear she's beautiful but sadistic. Finding a kick in others misfortune. What are your thoughts on her my dear?"
"Hmm, I believe she's under pressure and possibly scared to marry a handsome young man like yourself. I've heard, she's probably already been informed of the rumors of the fact that you have a crush on the crown princess. I'd be careful young lord, she's a jealous type they say." She spoke softly but a also condescending tone before walking away from a very shocked Jellal. As she walked away a wicked grin crossed her face.
He couldn't believe what she said that to him or the fact that she knew he had been harboring feelings for The Crown Princess. Yes, he did storm out for some air a bit earlier but he couldn't stand the way the two danced together or that kiss. 'Damn that kiss' He thought vehemently remembering seeing, having it burned into his memory full of jealousy, before storming out. He wasn't just jealous, he was bewildered from the shock and everyone probably knew that now because of his childish tantrum with storming out. Jellal was probably the laughing stalk of the entire night and the thought didn't sit well with him.
Snarling sightly as the glass of fairy fire in his hands shattered as the scene was still freshly burned into his mind. He cleared his throat as many people were staring at him. He smiled and started picking up the pieces as a serving waiter rushed to help him. This night was possibly the worst night of his life so far and could also be said for a scowling blond beauty that just lost her escort to this event.
She sat at a table and sipped her fairy water as her eyes studied the one of her affection and the 'whore' that took away her shot at more fame and power. She was Erza's personal stylist, she was the women everyone wanted the princess with. She was perfect and flawless. Erza was supposed to be her ticket to a set career and more lush life. As she studied the two she would tell that Mirajane was still in shock and Erza was comforting her. She took another sip as jealousy shown in her perfect crystalline blue eyes. She longed to be in Erza's strong toned arms and loving embrace. Oh, how she hated the white haired vixen at the moment. Loathed and despised was the princess that was to be wed to the one she viewed as her perfect equal. Erza was flawless and perfect in all things. Jenny sat their with her eyes trained on the two scheming for a way to get what she wanted. She always got what she wanted. Even when she was younger she got what she wanted. Erza and the fame she would bring, is what she desired very badly. Fate be damned that redhead was hers. Hers alone.
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Ever since Mirajane could remember she wanted to be a bride to a handsome prince that could protect her kingdom and treat her like an equal. She even considered if she wanted children or not. When she did decide, she honestly wanted offsprings when she was older. She always had her own fantasy that tasted of the sweetest honey but now it tasted brackish. She could only stare at Makarov. The little man that literally just took all of her dreams away by announcing she was engaged to a women. A women, but not just any women. The same women she viewed as her rival and whom she was currently cuddled up to. She was realizing the words the tiny peacekeeper said. By going over the words and their meanings. Mira was marrying a women, a women she will never be able to have biological children with. This caused her future to shatter and being already freaked out she felt hot tears threatening to fall. She never cried and now that she was about to, it said volumes alone. She did the only thing she knew that would stop the tears from coming. She saw her mother due this a lot when she was in pain from after a battle or from being stressed out. Mirajane picking up the bottle of fairy fire and demon venom and drank the whole bottle of one before moving to the next one, she'd be damned if she ruined Erza's birthday. She may not be seen as emotional and surely wasn't going to let royals or future enemies see her cry and view her as weak. Consequences be damned her pride was to much at stake.
Erza stared at the drinking white haired vixen cuddled into her side. She was concerned about why she was literally inhaling fairy fire and demon venom but stopped before making any assumptions that could truly ruin her day. Erza looked over to Manasa, who by what she could tell was drunk as she was currently leaning all over her mother who was sober. She even laughed softly as Manasa tried to crawl in her mother's lap like a kitten. She soon concluded that the women of Demon Tail liked their liquor. She cringed at the thought of drinking a whole bottle however and drinking more than one was impressive. The effects of fairy fire and demon venom made a person either extremely horny, angry or curious if they can't hold their liquor. She assumed from the three bottles Mansa had drank, that she was a happily drunk, and could hold her liquor well. She honestly thought Mirajane was going to be fine because of the liquor intake her mother was handling.
What was a few little bottles to the fierce family of Demon Tail? She smiled at the thought and was honestly at peace with her birthday for once. Erza guessed it was only because of the young women snuggled into her side drinking her bottle of Fairy fire and Demon venom. She stared at the people enjoying her party and newly found out engagement to the person she has been longing for. Lady Luck certainly was on her side. Oh, how wrong she was going to be in a little while.
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He had to admit he outdid himself with Erza's newest rapier that was in its holster. Lightweight, perfectly balanced, sturdy, otterly gorgeous and a master piece at its best. When Erza saw it earlier that day he was praised so much that his ego was flaring since then. That and the holy seerum of fairy fire was coursing through his veins he felt unbeatable. Dark cool eyes started scanning the room as he was currently on the hunt for something to do. He was bored and after making up his mind he was going to see if he would get lucky tonight.
Lately he hasn't had anytime to go on the hunt for a warm body to keep him comfortable at night. He was too busy working in the forge and his training took up a bunch of his time after school. He sipped on some Demon Venom calmly as his eyes stopped when he saw a bluenette vixen sitting with a blond haired vixen. Both were honestly drunk off their asses as they chatted away or laughed at random babbling. However Gajeel couldn't turn away from the laughing, happy, beautiful bluenette. He just had to talk to her even though he left as if he knows her from somewhere. He felt a pull towards her. Thus making his way over to the girl as his mind was clouded over from too much fairy fire.
As he was walking towards the two women, he bumped into someone that cussed soon after as probably their beverage spilled onto them. With that being what happened Gajeel was soon yanked backwards forcefully and staring at the one he viewed as a waste of air in the world. Natsu Dragneel. He soon grinned as he noticed the dripping fairy fire on the young mans suit, drenched in the alcohol.
"Is there a problem little Salamander?" Gajeel practically purred in mockery of the now scowling Natsu.
There was no doubt that Natsu had a certain disdain for the uprising, soon to be, metal master. Ever since they were young children, the two highly disliked each other. Their fathers, before the disappearance, made them train and spar one another multiple times. They both wanted to be the strongest and having the same type of magic made them strive to be better than the other. The rivalry didn't stop when they were children, yes, it even grew. Even in primary school the two were in the same magic training courses and classes. They both had strength and weaknesses. However, they both hated when one upstaged the other and strived even harder to make sure they were better than the other. People actually wondered, why Natsu and Gajeel practically hated each other. It was painfully obvious that the two were like water and vinegar, they could never get along.
They tried to get along, truly, they did but it was impossible. How could Natsu get along with the big bulky arrogant, egotistic, a misanthrope? He simply couldn't because in all cases, Gajeel was a jackass and a maniac when it came to always wanting to fight. Which Natsu was the same in the fighting maniac sense but to get stronger, Gajeel did it to annoy the shit out of him, well in his mind that is. Natsu didn't doubt his feelings of utter hatred for the egotistic misanthrope. No, Gajeel deserved everything he got when it came to public brawls or embarrassment. Natsu's fists clenched and then relaxed the tension and breathed out calmly. 'He's drunk' Natsu thought as he looked over the slightly drunk Gajeel's flushed face. However, that cocky grin he was sporting pissed Natsu off the most. Sometimes people just can't control themselves when it comes to certain people. For Natsu it was the metal muncher in his mists. Yes, Gajeel deserved everything he got.
"Yeah there is," Natsu said as he cocked his fist back and clocked Gajeel in the jaw as quick as a lion is when pouncing on prey. Gajeel's head snapped to the side. Feeling like he just got hit by the Magnolia Express full force. His mouth tasted like copper and so he spat out some blood from the blow to his jaw. His grin widen as his adrenaline rocketed and his drunken high, fueling his body to make it shake in anticipation. Natsu matched the craze look in Gajeel's eyes.
So what if it was the crowned Princess' party, they didn't care. They were going to settle this once and for all. Fire vs Metal. Fire consumer against the metal muncher. Yes, this was a perfect time to settle their dislike for each other or that's what they both thought anyways.
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Erza was enjoying her party so far. The betrothal was a surprise but she was certainly at peace with it. She felt like everything was supposed to be like this. Everyone relaxing and enjoying themselves and there wasn't anything wrong. Until she saw two very familiar young men talking and then one getting clocked in the jaw. Erza soon started to get up but was soon stopped as she felt a slim feminine hand that was on her inner thigh. She jumped and looked down blushing as she saw Mirajane looking up at her. Her face was flushed and had a lustful hazy look in her crystalline blue eyes. Erza gulped and smiled trying to ignore the Princess's hand on her inner thigh. Erza thought if she ignored and kept trying to get up. Mirajane would stop and she wouldn't get aroused for it to be noticeable. However, this was soon proven false as Mirajane wanted the scarlet haired beauties attention even more. So she simply squeezed her thigh and that got Erza's attention in two places and to stop trying to escape.
Noticing the scarlet haired beauty's lack of movement, made Mira practically mewl in victory. She smiled up at Erza and snuggled into her more taking in her scent. Mirajane sighed contently because Erza smelled really good and she was extremely warm. Erza smelled like honey and strawberries which was two of Mirajane's favorite snacks. In her drunken haze she had such a wonderful idea. If Erza smelled delicious she probably tasted delicious also. She licked her lips a bit at the thought.
Erza didn't know what to do she was freaking out and looked for someone to help her and to stop the soon coming brawl that was about to happen. She saw her mother but she busy with Manasa and then saw her father calmly watching the festivities with Saber. Surely, he would save her before her building arousal became very noticeable to the overly horny princess cuddled up into her. She opened her mouth to get her father's attention but nothing came out as she choked on air from something warm that slid into her lap and a hot mouth attached to her neck. 'She can't be… oh sweet Zeref, she is!' Erza thought as her grey eyes widen at the pleasurable feeling of having her neck suckled like a lollipop. She tried her hardest to focus on something else then the women of her dreams sitting in her lap and doing some wonderful things to her neck. Erza freezed up after a while as she now had a very obvious boner and that cause Mirajane to stop and look confused with a tilted head at Erza.
Erza was blushing as she stared at the confused drunk princess that soon started to slightly grind into her lap trying to determine what is poking her. Erza holded back a groan and soon hugged the curious young women to her body. However this didn't sit well with Mirajane. She didn't want to be restrained, she wanted to know what was poking her. She struggled against Erza's hold making the matter worse. The struggling was causing more rubbing and more friction to Erza's little friend making it grow and throb a bit. Erza gritted her teeth and glanced at her father's direction and noticed he was gone and so was Saber. Panic and pleasure coursed through Erza's body as she looked over in the crowd and noticed her father and Saber standing over an unconscious Natsu and Gajeel.
'Well at least one problem was taken care of,' Erza thought before a small whimper escaped her mouth. She shot a look down at the white haired vixen that had just started back up on sucking her neck. She pulled Mirajane closer and prayed that if she kept her close that she will be just content on sucking her neck. Mirajane growled in frustration that she tried to restrain her again, she wanted to be free and explore more of Erza's body in her drunken hazy.
Soon Erza bit down hard on her lip as she bit back a yell of surprise as she felt teeth bite into her neck and pull at the captured flesh. Erza in turn of the bite squeezed Mira even closer to her body. Mira bit down even harder and sucked more as she tried squirmed to escape Erza's tight hold. Even in her drunken state, Mira knew that if she wasn't fighting that sleep would overtake her and she truly didn't want to pass out when she had something so delicious in her mouth. She kept squirming and running against Erza, biting and licking the nape of Erza's neck, truly not giving a damn if she left a mark or broke flesh, marking, on her perfect skin. Erza was intoxicating to the drunk vixen. However, Mirajane's eyes began to drop and she felt exhausted. 'No! I want more this isn't fair.' Her drunken mind roared in thought as she bite down harder knowing sleep would take her from this delicious snack in front of her. She growled against the scarlet haired vixens neck in frustration but also comfort. After all, Erza really was comfortable and warm.
After a few minutes of struggling, it stopped and so did the pressure on her neck. Erza glance down and there was an unconscious princess laying against her chest. Erza sighed in relief as she held the young woman closer to her body. Grey eyes memorized every inch of Mirajane's sleeping face and how peaceful it looked. 'She's beautiful.' Erza thought with a small smile as she kissed the top of the peaceful sleeping princess. Gone was the lust crazed vixen from moments ago, the person that didn't recognize her. When Mirajane was sleeping Erza knew it was the Mirajane she knew and adored. A small strum of heartache raked across Erza's being. Tomorrow, she would be hated, cursed, belittled, be the main hatred in Mirajane's life. Mirajane wanted a male. Even if Erza had the right equipment. She would be the main trigger for Mirajane's anger and hatred for a while. It was a heartbreaking reality that she had to live with. She rubbed Mirajane's back that made the princess almost purr in comfort that made Erza smile a bit, even if it was out of heartache. She would and could endure this torture, if their was a possibility that she would one day receive this affection when Mirajane wasn't wasted or asleep.
Erza sighed happily thinking now everything would slow down and nothing else strange would happen tonight. Apparently Zeref nor Mavis was on her side tonight, as a new problem arose. When a new pressure pressed against her back and she heard a drunken giggle, which belonging to her handmaiden. Erza sighed as she knew what was going to happen next. She hope this time things will go smoother this time then last time, when she had to carry two people.
Lucy hugged on Erza's back like a baby koala bear would do to its mother. She giggled and snuggled against Erza's warm body. Erza was always warm and snuggly. Lucy felt Erza sigh and she glanced at Erza's neck. Lucy thought it was odd that there was a red bruise mark on her neck that looked rather angry. She traced the mark as she looked down and saw a sleeping princess laying on her sitting best friend.
"She marked you!" Lucy cried out in surprise as a smile crossed her drunken mouth. Lucy watched and felt Erza stiffen as she choked on air. This gained the attention of Erza's mother who finally got the giggling mess of Manasa to calm down and stay out of her own lap.
Anya stared at Erza hard and studied her daughter that looked very flush. Anya kept a stern face which was out of character for the happy queen. Her eyes raked over Erza's face and neck. Stopping at the mark on her neck for a while. She then stared at the sleeping princess in her daughter's lap and Erza knew that her mother knew, she probably had a boner. Erza blushed embarrassed as Anya got up. Erza gulped as her mother slowly moved towards her and leaned down to Erza's level. Leaning into her personal space as hot breath tickled her ear. Erza tried not to squirm from the uncomfortable feeling.
"Erza," Anya started saying in a soft whisper,"I believe it's time to take the princess and your hand maid to their quarters and for you to rest up as well." Erza nodded at the not suggestion but comand. Understanding what her mother was also concerned about as well. To many eyes and if people were truly watching her very carefully she could be in big trouble and her secrete would be out.
Erza got up and held Mirajane bridal style to her chest and Lucy clung to her back. Lucy clinging to Erza when drunk wasn't new at all. Lucy has always gotten rides to her quarters when drunk, just a drunken habit. Erza nodded at her mother and made a swift exit knowing her mother and father would close the party.
Anya watched Erza leave through the doors. As she was watching she sat back down at her seat but was soon taken away from watching Erza leave as she felt weight drop in her lap. She looked down and saw her very sleepy long time friend. Anya smiled at Manasa and rubbed her back as the tired queen yawned that wasn't seen by anyone. The table they were sitting at was clothed and even though Manasa didn't give a damn, she was happy that it wouldn't be captured on camera. Anya looked back up as she kept rubbing Manasa's back soothingly.
Even as intoxicated as Manasa was, she couldn't help but stare up at the chocolate haired queen and smile. She was lucky to have a good friend like Anya. Anya was loyal, sweet, kind, but strong willed. Anya always looked out for Manasa when they first went to school together at the royal academy. Manasa never envied her friend or found her as a threat. She honestly would die for Anya if need be as Anya would for her. She may have put on a faux for her husband when Anya did get to see her again. Who knew that their husband would be mortal enemies.
Manasa sighed and hugged Anya's waist in comfort in her tired drunken haze. She truly did adore her best friend. Adored her so much that she never wanted this peaceful moment to end. It was rare for both of them. Having children, royal duties, and keeping their husbands from killing each other was taxing and didn't give eachother enough down time to caught up. Admittedly, this wasn't exactly catching up as she was resting her head on her best friend's lap. It was refreshing though. Anya's lap was one of Manasa's favorite resting spots as was Sabers chest. Don't misunderstand, Manasa was very much in love with her husband and Anya was in love with Alexander. However, She loved Anya like a sister and would do anything for her. That is why they both kinda ganged up on their husbands for this arranged wedding. They wanted peace so they will never have to face each other in battle. This peace treaty became complicated when the magic consul wanted it to be tied into a wedding bond.
As Manasa was in deep thought her arms tightened around Anya's waist. This caused Anya to look down in worry of her friend. She gently rubbed Manasa's back, knowing from experience it would relax her. She smiled after Manasa's grip loosened and a low rumble came from her body. She tried not to laugh from her best friend's obvious purring. Honestly, Anya thought she'd get used to it but she couldn't, her best friend could be the cutest person sometimes and most definitely sweet. Anya kept rubbing Manasa's back as her eyes looked around the festivities still going on. Anya could only shake her head at how flushed her daughter was with her betrothed laying on her asleep. She felt heat warming up her cheeks when she saw her daughter's skin, sporting a rather angry mark. She felt the need to laugh as she remembered Erza's horrified face when see looked over at her.
A feeling of dread coursed through Anya. Tomorrow would be hell and Mira would certainly despise Erza. Erza will be heartbroken but bare through it with that smile that Anya is far too familiar with. Her heart ached for her daughters soon heartbreak and despair. Her child would be crushed emotionally for a while but Anya knew deep down she will overcome it. Who knows, maybe Mirajane will come around eventually. Well Anya and Manasa hoped anyways.
Anya knew what happened to Mirajane as soon as it happened. When Mirajane first discovered the power of her Satan Soul, she payed the price and had her most precious memory taken away as payment for it. The user can gain it back, that was proven when Manasa remembered Anya and their friendship, sisterhood, loyalty. It was painful and through a ton of trials their friendship was reconnected. However, this wasn't a friendship, this conflicted that had to be reconnected was one of the heart.
Love, one of the most amazing things but also the most deadly. Zeref and Mavis where both a prime example of that. Anya tried to switch topics in the mind knowing her close friend would be able to feel her discomfort. She continued on rubbing Manasa's back as she continued watching the festivities. It was the only thing she could do at the moment. Erza was on her on track of course, Anya knew she will have to take this trial on alone. That doesn't mean she can't be there to catch her daughter and get her to stand up again. A graceful smile crossed her face and a face nuzzled her stomach in comfort. 'I really hope things workout with our daughters. I've missed you so much my dearest friend during that time. Erza will be in so much more pain. I couldn't fathom being in her shoes.'
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Saything Fairy Wings didn't have enough stairs was saying the ocean was far too small. Erza definitely was feeling it in her knees and legs. Erza ran miles a day for goodness sakes. The stairs wasn't an issue for her, it was the two females she was carrying with care that was causing her legs to ache. Mirajane was pressed against her chest, clinging tightly as she used Erza's breasts as a pillow. Then there was her drunken, loopy, at the moment, handmaiden that was certainly babbling to Erza about random things as she was on her back cuddled up to her warm friend. Erza grunted as she reached the third story and walked to Lucy's quarters and skillfully opened the door without hurting either riders.
Lucy didn't have a normal maiden quarters. Her quarters was much more lush and full of style, a ton of flair. Erza even groaned at how much pink was in her room. Tasteful colors and decor littered her room. Lucy had a writing desk also, she had access to everything she wanted, she was spoiled in the eyes of many. Erza maneuvered pasted the desk and to Lucy's lush bed.
"Alrighty the ride stops here, you're at your bed Lulu." Erza said softly as Lucy literally dropped on her bed like a giggling mess. She smiled up at Erza and yawned rather adorably. Erza smiled at her as she adjusted Mira that was still fast asleep in her arms.
"Erz," Lucy slurred and pawed at the air where Erza was with a giant smile, "I luv wu." Erza smiled and laughed softly at Lucy's adorable innocent confession. Erza knew Lucy meant that in a sisterly way. "I love you to Lucy, you need to sleep now and I'll bring some herbal tea for you in the morning." Lucy only nodded at what Erza said and was out like a light.
As Erza left Lucy's room she looked down at the still fast asleep young women in her arms. She smiled softly but sadly knowing what was to come in the morning and oh how it hurt her heart. She moved silently down the hall and regardless how much tomorrow was going to be hell. Erza was at peace and content. She listened carefully to Mirajane's breathing, the rhythm, tempo, the sound of it. It was enticing and soothing. Erza didn't even notice she was visibly memorizing her face and every detail it held. Admiring Mirajane's flawless skin underneath her mask. Erza soon reached Mirajane's guest quarters and stopped herself from opening the door. She wanted to be selfish and have this moment longer. Hold her beloved longer and memorize every detail of her. However, Erza knew she needed to be in bed.
Sighing as the door opened she stepped inside, as if rehearsed she made it to Mirajane's bed with grace and pose. She gently laid Mirajane down on the bed and removed her mask. Laying the mask perfectly on the counter near the bed. Erza looked down at the perfect skin and sighed softly getting up to leave.
As Erza was leaving she felt a pressure on her wrist. She looked down and stared into beautiful blue eyes. Mirajane was awake and looked extremely tired. Pulling Erza's wrists in a tug like motion. Erza was confused and sat down next to Mirajane's side. This wouldn't do for the white haired vixen. She was still intoxicated but she knew the redhead was warm. Very warm and comforting.
"Down." Mirajane said in a low groggy voice, Erza blinked as if she didn't hear right. She sat still, staring at Mirajane as if she grew another head. The lack of movement frustrated the white haired vixen causing her to growl and tug harder. Mirajane made a whining sound like a sleepy kitten. Erza sighed and took off her mask and set it besides Mira's.
"Are you sure, you want me to stay?" Erza asked softly as she stared into clear blue eyes. Mirajane nodded and pulled Erza closer. However, before Erza could lay down, Mirajane slipped her dress off. Soon she was clad in lacy bra and panty combo. She yanked on Erza tunic and scowled. She didn't want her heater wearing things as a barrier.
Erza couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing or what the hell was happening. She felt warmth and three places and tried to think about something to calm her down. She jumped when she felt her tunic get ripped down the middle. Her cheeks flared as she stared shockingly at the grinning white haired vixen. Erza was wearing plain silky white bra. She was soon striped of her white tights that showed her white boxers. Erza was to shocked to cover herself up and it gave the hazy princess a nice view. Flawless skin, toned muscles and, holy Mavis, Erza's abdominals were ripped. However, Erza was tracing Mira's body with her eyes as much as Mirajane was. Soon Erza looked away and Mirajane growled in disapproval.
Erza felt a hand on her shoulder that pulled her down into the mattress. Erza knew why Mirajane was forcing her, kind of, to sleep next to her. It was for her warmth. FairyWIngs can get very cold at night if you weren't used to the weather. Erza wrapped her strong tone arms around Mirajane and pulled her to her chest. This was difficult for Erza, she had the women of her desires pressed against her and had to think of other things to keep from revealing her little problem.
Her worry was soon forgotten as Mirajane turned to face her in her arms and laid her head under Erza's chin. Soft lips touching the angry bruise, making the suffering redhead shutter. Mirajane didn't suck or bite just pressed her lips softly against the mark she made. Erza held the panty clad vixen to her warm body and tried to keep her hips away from pressing into Mirajane.
As Mirajane was falling asleep, Erza memorized her face and gently kissed the top of her head lovingly. Oh, she was going to be in so much trouble in the morning but damn it. This was definitely worth it. Erza dreaded the morning, truly would be hell and she would definitely miss this contact tomorrow night. However, she thought about if Mirajane would. Erza's heart pleaded that she would but her head was calling her a fool. Her head soon gave her a nasty reminder on why Mirajane was in her arms now.
'She's drunk and if she was sober, she wouldn't let you near her in this way. She's into men, not women. She views you like a rival not a lover. She's not interested in you' the thought was stuck in Erza's head like a plague.
The thought was so heartbreaking Erza wanted to flee. Before she could escape Mirajane wrapped her arms and legs around Erza keeping her trapped there in the position they were in. Even when Erza struggled it was no use. Mirajane's embraced tightened in her sleep, she didn't want her comfy heated pillow leaving her. Erza sighed in frustration and held Mirajane closer, giving up. She closed her eyes ready for whatever was to come in the morning.
Author's Note/Explanations: Hi guys! I'm sorry I've been so busy and haven't had time to update! I hope this chapter is good but I was rushing because this story has been plaguing my mind. I am a Cosplayer and have been working on my props and fixing my stuff for shoots coming up! I've been working on this chapter for a while or if I have free time! I apologize for the absence. I try I really do because I care about this story and I'd like to improve as a writer. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and haven't given up on this story. Also it might make me update more if i have a beta tester and if anyone is interested please DM me! Also I have plans for the next chapter and oh man i get to use Lisanna and it's going to be great! Who doesn't love waking up next to your rival and then your little sister catching the act? Anyways! Reviews are very much loved and so are questions!