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His eyes narrowed at her, again, as if in apprehension; his grin grew, further curving his lips, realizing that she was better positioned for this conversation that he thought.
"I don't believe you, because it isn't true." Erza almost sang, sweetly, haughty. "Deep inside, you actually really want to give in, and be with me."
She accused, and his eyes drifted shut again, for a moment. He couldn't answer, and she went on.
"Your mind wants you to keep punishing yourself, but your heart wants me." She asserted, confidently. Jellal's eyes blinked back open, and he finished his whiskey in a single gulp.
"In fact… Most of your body wants me." Erza almost giggled, covering her mouth with one hand, blushing madly and glancing awkwardly away. Jellal twitched, eyeing her; grinning, speechless.
Erza tried to stifle another giggle, trying to get a grip on herself again. The whiskey was bringing out her hidden perversions, and she knew she'd have to be careful, but she couldn't help herself.
She forced herself back into line, meeting his eyes.
"That's… Quite the allegation." Jellal managed, at last, eyes dazzling and twinkling; before taking a seat across from her, again. His feelings for her were incredibly difficult to ignore, and impossible to keep suppressing for long, but he wasn't about to give up his penance without a fight. They stared across at each other, as willpower and heat, and sexual tension, flared in the empty space between them. "Unclear whether or not those claims can be substantiated."
She was watching him with bright, passionate eyes; eyes that were practically screaming 'this is what I came here to do, and you know it'.
"Why don't I take my clothes off, and we'll see how substantial those claims really are-" Erza gloated, turning her nose up.
Jellal laughed, feeling extremely disadvantaged in their current exchange... "I think you'll find them quite substantial, on second thought, there's no need for all that…"
"So you admit it…" She hummed, eyes narrowing at him, sipping more of her alcohol.
"How about this weather, recently?" His eyes flashed, and she giggled again, covering her mouth, feeling a bit of a buzz.
"So you admit it?" She repeated, delighted by the path their conversation was taking.
"Wouldn't you like more Whiskey, Erza? Wouldn't you like to pass out, drunk, and wake up tomorrow?" He countered, smoothly, captivated by her as always.
"When you've got your magic back, and can run from me and this conversation?" She challenged, eyes glimmering.
"No doubt." He chuckled.
"Not a chance." She waved him down with one hand, eyes drifting shut, pleased. "It'll be hard enough getting you to confess, without being drunk."
"You're doing pretty well so far." He admitted, dryly; nodding, still grinning coolly.
"I know, right?" Erza was glowing, smug, eyeing him. They stared across at one another for a moment, and her heartbeat hammered inside her. The Special forces guildmaster said nothing, and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Erza breathed, faintly red. The reality of the situation was incredible, almost overwhelming…
"Did you ever think we would be talking like this, Jellal?" She wondered aloud, at last, in a quiet, graceful voice. "Years ago, this was my dream."
"How many years ago?" He answered, softly, but with a smooth, collected confidence. "After my attempt on your life, or Nirvana?"
"After that day on the beach." She said, readily, still blushing faintly. Jellal nodded, and she waited quietly, breathless.
They both spent a moment remembering their first kiss, the precious few minutes they spent together, on the beach, reunited.
The Ultramarine closed his eyes. "Here or there, I had the feeling that we would eventually find our way to this moment."
"Like when you groped me at Ryuusetzu land?" Erza wondered, looking briefly away, fondly, growing crimson. She giggled, faintly. "Or when I sat on your face?"
"Never forget, huh?" Jellal grinned, solemnly, opening his eyes again and meeting her gaze.
"Never forget." She agreed, reverently. "I was genuinely bottomless."
"You do love to mention that." He glanced away, somewhat amused.
"Don't act like you aren't thinking about it all the time, just like me..." she accused, quietly pleased.
"It was pretty memorable." He admitted, nodding, rubbing the bridge of his nose with the grin flickering on his face.
Erza was briefly silent, overwhelmed by her memories of them, overcome by the strength of her feelings for him.
"During the Grand magic games…" She started, reminiscent; seeing them together, under a bridge, in her mind's eye. "I was so happy, just to talk with you."
He seemed to consider this, tilting his head. "At the time, you should have still hated me."
Erza snorted. "I didn't. I didn't, and you know it."
"Yes." He admitted, regarding her, uncompromising. "But you should have."
"I never would have." She seemed unfazed, staring him in the eyes. "I'd already forgiven you… I'd already forgiven you, by the time we destroyed Nirvana."
"Madness." Jellal laughed, almost bitterly. "I'll never understand you. There's no argument for me deserving forgiveness, that day."
"There's a great argument for it, I don't know what you're talking about-" She sniffed, defensively.
"Indefensible." He countered, coolly. She chuckled, touching her left breast with one hand.
"Irrelevant, more like. I wasn't working on arguments or logic."
"You still aren't." He observed, leaning on his elbow.
She smiled, lovingly, looking down. In her mind, she could still see him, she could see them, standing together, after having defeated Nirvana… "You're right, I'm still not... I'm working on feelings."
"Don't I know it." He acknowledged, eyes drifting thoughtfully shut.
"I'm proud of it, Jellal." She continued, turning her nose up, quietly delighted. "You should try it, sometime."
"No, that makes it even more crucial that I continue basing my decisions on reason." He answered, dryly. "One of us has to."
Erza was briefly silent, contemplating this; thoughts still racing, but she managed to control herself.
"Or what?" She challenged, at last, leaning forward a bit in her seat; she let one of her eyebrows rise, staring out at him. "What happens if we don't, Jellal…? What if we both just accept our feelings?"
He watched her, coolly, before tilting his head slightly. "What do you think?"
"Hmph...We both know what would happen, don't we…" She whispered back, reverently and quietly, shutting her eyes; a warm, pleasant glow swelled up in her breast. "We'd be together."
Jellal hesitated, for just an instant, and then laughed lightly, smiling. "Is that right?"
"It's true, and you know it."
"That may be." He answered, and the corners of his mouth quirked up again, somewhat amused.
"Oh, please…" She giggled, waving him down with one hand, glancing awkwardly away, bright red. "If it wasn't for your guilt and repentance, you would marry me right here."
He twitched, folding his hands; still grinning, despite himself. Jellal nodded, a moment later, briefly speechless. "I'm going to deny it, if that's alright with you."
"Deny it all you want." She cackled, pumping the fist. "You can't resist your feelings forever…"
"That remains to be seen." He replied, smoothly, tapping his glass with one finger. The wizard saint found that he was already having to consciously prepare himself for whatever she might say next, he was running through dozens of calculations, possibilities, trying to think up vague or deflecting answers to anything she might come up with… Despite his cool, collected and calculating demeanor, which was his only armor against her, and against his own feelings, he realized how important it would be to not let her catch him off guard.
"Seen tonight…" She teased, eyes narrowing at him. "I bet. Don't you think it seems likely?"
"Low odds." His voice was cool, and his eyes flickered over to hers, grinning. "But you're doing your best, I'm sure..."
Erza giggled again, thrilled, covering her mouth gracefully with one hand. "Oh, not yet…" She swirled her whiskey in her glass, ominously. "I haven't even really started, Jellal."
Momentarily blindsided by this, the special forces commander paused. Sighing, he allowed himself to show some weakness. "Of course… Great."
"It's going to be a long night, Jellal…" She needled him, sneakily and wryly. "Why not just confess, get it over with?"
She checked the clock on the wall, delighted.
"Unlikely." He chuckled, eyes flashing and narrowing at her again. "You must have all sorts of plans, I wouldn't want to rob you of our long night…"
Her eyes glimmered, excitedly. "That's good of you, Jellal, I do…"
He glanced away again, setting his glass down on the armrest, preparing himself, but also somehow enjoying himself… The wizard saint was beginning to grow somewhat concerned, worried by how much he was enjoying her company and presence, as always…
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