Requested by: ice-bringer
Prompt: "I will beat the title of 'prince' right the hell out of you!"
Erza was furious. This was the last time she would let Sting out of her sight. Anytime they were in public, he managed to slip away from her grasp. His escape always led him to trouble, whether it be with girls or getting into a fight.
She believed that as his bodyguard, (escort, or whatever you'd like to call it) she was supposed to be on duty until the king released her. And yet, she wished she could be kicked from this job. It was too much to look after the Prince of Fiore. And he wasn't much fun to hang around either.
"Sting!" She called out, holding her hand over her mouth. "I will beat the title of 'prince' right the hell out of you! Get back here right this instant!"
A pair of hands were placed over her eyes and she fumed. Now was not the time to be playing games, "Remove your hands from my sight, you scoundrel."
Though the body didn't listen, Erza could feel her stomach drop ten stories. What a pervert! In one fell swoop, she turned and smashed her steel gloved hand against a familiar head of blonde hair.
"Ow!" Sting groaned, holding his head. "I was only trying to have some fun, princess of knights." He teased, a familiar toothy grin growing on his face. "Lighten up a little, will ya? No one's ever gonna give you a kiss if you act like this."
At the mention of a kiss, Erza blushed. She couldn't help it, but romantic affairs always made her so flustered. "I-I've gotten a kiss before. Don't assume such things."
Another thing, she was very bad at lying. She squirmed when Sting came closer, eyeing her with those sparkling blue eyes.
His toothy grin flared into a devious grin. "Oh yeah, then show me. Your future king demands it."
He brought his face closer, puckering his lips obnoxiously. And the knight couldn't help herself, she smacked him with her iron gauntlet. A third strike and Sting would have been down for the count.
He stumbled back, rubbing his face. "I should have expected that."
"No kidding," she said curtly. "Now, we have things to complete before the sun falls. No more games, prince."
"Ugh… Being a prince is too much work." He laughed his rejection off, but little did she know he would keep trying.