Happiness

He kicked out the linens from his legs, a soft grunt emerging from the depths of his throat as his left eye twitched, eventually to snap open and glare at the single stream of early morning light that, insolently, dared to wake him up from the peacefulness of his slumber. He hoisted himself up to a sitting position, before slinging his toned calves to the side of the mattress, the hem of his dark pajamas grazing the skin of his ankles.
He plopped his bare feet on the carpeted floor, a light nuance of cream, its soft fluff tingling their soles as he wriggled his toes to its woolliness. Everything in the apartment, from the bed sheets to the cushions to carpeting to the upholstery, read comfort, warmth and beatitude like the very person who chose and bought them.

He navigated the long corridor with confidence for he'd been there what already felt like a million times, a smile making its way on his face as his gaze shifted on the various armors on display, a blatant albeit unintentional statement that his girlfriend was a strong, powerful woman with infinite resources. His grin broadened even more as his mind lingered on the word, girlfriend, and the enormous significance it carried: she was, indeed, his, someone he could claim as such for she herself donated herself to him with every bit of her volition, bestowing him with an immense amount of love while doing so. And that, specifically, was among many others one of the aspects that made her so very special and unique: her ability to be so incommensurably sweet and amiable under the appellative of Titania, the intrepid warrior Queen of Fairies.
Then again.
There was yet another facet to her, precluded to the eyes of the very world but his: love, in its utter, purest form. The love you give to that only one person that makes you feel whole, complete, right. The passionate, devoted love that made him feel as if he were the only existent man for her. The love that permeated absolutely every bit of him, irradiating even his most remote darkness and rendering it nonexistent.

He strolled his way finally to the kitchen, opening the fridge casually not really looking for anything specific. His gaze settled almost immediately on a large cup of freshly brewed coffee, sitting separately from the rest of the items as if waiting just for him: he felt a delicate, cozy tug at his heart at the thought she must've brewed it sometime the previous evening they spent together and left it there for him. He lifted the mug to his nose, his nostrils filled at once with the intense, bitterish scent of dark coffee she knew was his preference, a jolt of concentrated energy indispensable to face his busy, erratic days as a fugitive, where worrying about such things as flavor was a mere futility.
The corner of lips bent into a a slight grimace: as on the run he was no more, the thought of sour, acidic aliments now sounded suddenly appalling, not to mention, a sharp contrast to how Erza had an habitude of adding sweetness to systematically everything (metaphorically and factually speaking, that was). As if on cue, his arm unconsciously reached out for the nearest carton of milk, before stopping midway: why on Earthland should he be having breakfast by himself?

He shook his head at his own idiocy, closing the fridge door: old habits were difficult to overrule.
He made his way back to the bedroom, eagerly quickening his gait as soon as he caught a glimpse of Erza's sleeping face while in the meantime paying attention not to wake her up: the love of his life was curled on herself, an unenthusiastic countenance all over her lineaments and the stream of her characteristic scarlet red hair sprawled messily around her form: with a content sigh he slid once again under the warm, welcoming duvet, and as soon as he did so she snuggled up to him, burying her face on his left pectoral and sighing happily. She must've not liked the sudden coldness his absence made her feel. He giggled, amused and ecstatic she made him feel so needed, wanted, loved.

"Sorry, Love" he whispered into her ear, fondly brushing aside a few strands of hair. She hummed incoherently in response, still in a state of deep sleep. He then draped an arm around her form, squishing her against him and keeping her secure at his side, before burying his head in the top of her hair and inhaling deeply her sweet scent of vanilla and strawberry and something inebriating belonging solely to her.

His life had been a messy one, full of mistakes, regrets and amends: the only true moments of contentment he had ever experienced were the hasty, yet each time meaningful encounters he had with Erza.
Now, though, everything was different: happiness had become a stable part of his life, and that was because she was so, as she always had been. The difference, this time, was that he was, at last, welcoming the fact he was worthy of such blissfulness: after all, if Erza had chosen to regale him with her love, the only sensible response was to accept it. And to reciprocate it with all of his.

A/N Helloooooooooooooooooo my beloved readers! It's been ages since I published a Jerza ff, I know. The reason is, I've had a malfunctioning keyboard for ages ._. Which I still have XD But I felt the inspiration to write some MUCH needed Jerza fluff, and I wrote this today soooooooooo quickly. On my phone, mostly XD (Here's "Author-san" for ya lol)

I will probably add to this story, I just don't know when. I have tons of ideas for more Jerza fluff so stay tuned!

There are more Jerza, Jelsie and Edo Jerza/Mystwalker stories on my profile so make sure to check them out!

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~Meraki