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"Speaking of, Don't you want to kiss me, right now?" Erza teased, and her eyes shut gracefully; Jellal almost winced, but found himself grinning broadly as he continued to stare deep into her eyes.
She was both beautiful as a dancer and dangerous as an assassin.
"More than you probably know, Erza." He answered, at last, dryly. She seemed to choke on her breath, on a small, heady giggle.
They floated together, as if incontrovertibly attached, by some irresistible magnetic force; pushing and pulling at each other like the bristling tide, but their lips never quite meeting... Hovering so close together and pressed up against one another, bound by the searing friction and bottomless heat and tension; the passion was volcanic.
"I somehow doubt that..." Erza managed to whisper. Gleefully, she wound her fingers up in his collar, mesmerized as ever by every detail of his glorious, oppressively handsome face-
Despite her sheer awe and longing for him, Erza sounded comfortable; clever and in control.
"Just look at you, holding me like this..." She snickered, when he merely contemplated her, halfway sneering, deep in thought. "You look like you love me."
"Do I?" He fired back, calmly, sounding all too collected and smooth; his silent charisma was overwhelming her, making her lightheaded... She felt utterly dizzy, but didn't miss a beat, chuckling lightly.
"You do, Jellal... Aren't you tenderly, forcefully holding me...Tightly in your arms, while looking passionately into my eyes?"
Her eyes glimmered, and he just grinned wider; speechless.
"I am." the ultramarine conceded, dryly, and Erza giggled again; glancing poignantly away. Bright red and breathless, things were just moving so quickly, she felt like she was on a roller coaster, and she had no idea how she was managing to handle herself so well in a heated exchange with the man she loved and adored, and practically hero worshiped with her all her heart.
She was just as formidable, however, and in his eyes, Erza looked a bit too much like a radiant goddess for his comfort.
"Jellal..." She glowed, flushed, and almost stammering, but managing to look back up into his vibrant, flashing eyes. "Do you ever dream about me...?"
She could immediately see that she'd hit the jackpot with that one, by the look that came over his face, all at once. Jellal exhaled, and she paused, unable to find breath; the redhead giggled.
A strange, almost wild look briefly crossed his absurdly handsome, captivating features. Erza noticed, oh, she noticed... And she could almost see the lewd, incredibly lewd, erotic dreams he was about to pretend he never had...
"Do you mind repeating that, Erza?" He answered, after a moment, coolly. Dodging the question like a pro, Jellal implemented some damage control as best as he could; straightening up a bit and layering his voice with as much depth and potency, as much heavy grit as he could muster. "I'm afraid that not kissing you is absorbing all my concentration."
Erza almost fainted on the spot, breathing; with all the blood in her body rushing to her face at once. His smooth, hypnotizing tone threatened to overthrow her reason, but she held on; barely, to her right mind. Her knees were wobbly, and she could feel his grip on her tightening, holding her in place against him.
"Oh, I know it..." She managed, stuttering, with her heart hammering in the tense, electric air throbbing between them.
She wanted him to kiss her, she wanted him to kiss her so bad... She wanted to be overcome by him, she wanted him to savage her, ravish her body, hold her down and pull her hair, bend her over and abuse her violently...
"Do it, Jellal... You're going to do it, aren't you...?" her voice was hushed, almost to the point that she wasn't even speaking.
Flushed, the redhead was painfully aware that she was incredibly lewd; both horrified and delighted, exhilarated by the insanely fetishistic and tender love for him flooding her body and strangling her heart. She just knew what she wanted, that's all...
Erza wanted him to ravage her, and be so, so rough with her, but she also wanted him to kiss her tenderly, gently, whispering sweet things to her and holding her lovingly... Erza wanted him to Brush her hair and touch her whole body, run his fingers all over her, everywhere... Between her legs and her breasts, and drum his fingers down her navel, her asshole...
Jellal looked mesmerized, speechless. Clearly overcome by both incomprehensible love and desire, terror and fear, he just swiped the corner of her lips with his thumb. Erza moaned lightly, her voice tight and high pitched; Dizzied, absolutely trapped in the piercing, arcing gaze that had frozen them both in the heat and passion of that wild, vibrant moment, beyond time, she couldn't breath... He moved, as if unable to stop or control himself,
And very nearly did kiss her.
Jellal froze, just in time, seeming to snap back into his senses, stopping short just in place. He grit his teeth, looking tortured; Erza couldn't breath, she was bright red, and his mouth was millimeters away from her trembling lips...
Erza couldn't speak, but she did giggle, lightly; her eyes narrowed at him, sweetly, viciously, knowing. "What was that, just now, Jellal...?"
Her voice was tiny and warbling, breathless. She sounded as graceful and dignified as ever, somehow, accusing him, even in the roiling abyss of her turbulent adoration of him.
"Good question." He muttered back, lowly, with the grin flickering on his face. They were still unbearably close, agonizingly close... He hadn't moved an inch, and his mouth still hovered over hers, a fraction of an inch from her lips.
"You almost just kissed me, huh..?" She was furiously red, functionally overheating.
"I'm not entirely sure I haven't." His voice was unbearably smooth and cool, but she could hear the strain under his tone, and his tortured grin was blazed forever into her memories.
He was right. The moment was so tight and frigid and blisteringly hot, their lips brushed ever so slightly together as they spoke, and Erza exhaled again, moaning weakly, utterly fixated on his shining eyes.
Jellal just watched her from under a half-lidded gaze. She could feel his mouth on her lips, he was kissing her.
He was basically kissing her, she mumbled something incoherent, gleeful and overcome; it sounded a lot like his name.
"Jellal..."
Erza had tears in her eyes, and their lips brushed together again as she raised her gaze a bit, strangled.
It wasn't enough, oh god, it was so, sooo good, and she wanted more... It was like all her dreams and hopes were coming true, as their lips brushed airily together again, but not quite properly kissing. A pounding rush of exhilaration and adrenaline hammered her veins, jolting through her like rippling shards of molten passion and affection. Every millimeter of space between them, every tiny bit of heated, dizzying air between them, separating them with each one of her tiny, flittering, heaving breaths was tormenting her.
"Erza..." He replied, quietly, overcome. He wanted her. He wanted her more than anything in the entire world; he wanted her so much it was agonizing... Like torture, incomprehensible pain rocked him, crushing him like the breaking crest of a wicked tidal wave. He could feel his own need for her in every fiber of his being.
Erza panted. Her chest heaved, grinding her breasts into him. She could feel herself faintly wiggling her hips over the massive, scorching erection driving into her, between her legs; she rolled her hips over it, biting her lip and hanging her head weakly, choking on a stifling sob.
Every one of her fragile, quivering breaths were hot on his skin, driving him mad, as she seemed to flail in place, trembling, brushing their lips together again as if desperately reaching out, grasping for him, and gasping for him as if for air... But without ever moving an inch.
She wouldn't close the distance between them, she wouldn't be the one to complete their kiss.
She couldn't.
She wanted him to do it. She needed him to do it, she was helpless, powerless to do it. Erza was so desperate, so overwhelmed and dizzy, almost nauseated by the intensity of her love and longing; She couldn't speak, but wanted to say so much.
She wanted to cry and laugh and scream, and most of all Erza wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to shove her back, closing his mouth over her lips and kissing her forcefully, viciously, cruelly... She wanted it so bad, she felt like she was going insane. She wanted to just... open her mouth and lean up into him, tilt her head and arch her back, yield every ounce of control over her body to him, so he could scoop all her insides out through her mouth and wrestle her tongue into submission...
"Do you have any idea, Jellal..." The redhead started, dizzily, with tears leaking from her eyes; she was smiling brilliantly, flashing him a dazzling smile, beaming through her tears and with her face radiantly red. Flushed and blushing furiously, she stammered. "How much I love you..."
He kissed her.
Erza barely stifled a ringing, choking gasp, caught between a delighted, exhilarated sigh and wracking sob. Jellal locked his mouth over her lips, crossing his mouth over her lips, and she felt a flood or rushing thrill and passion overcome her; it was overwhelming, it boggled her mind and wiped her thoughts blank for a moment.
Erza felt herself dissolved into the moment, slinking up into him, trembling and with her knees bowlegged, attached fervently to him. She threaded and tightened her arms around his neck, leaning up into him, panting breathlessly in between their flowing liplocks that seemed to curve time and space itself...
They separated briefly, driven mad in the moment of wild passion and explosive tension. A tiny wire of saliva connected their mouths, and she felt a bead of spit dribbling down the side of her chin... Exhaling breathlessly, she didn't even have a half second to try and get a grip. Jellal closed his lips over hers again.
He kissed her through her salty tears, and she could taste him, he could taste her, she was everything important in the world. Her scent overwhelmed him, and Her tongue danced gracefully against his, briefly, as she could feel every nerve in her skin bursting to fiery life. They kissed with vicious, inhuman sweetness and madness, and control. He shoved her a bit, and she crumpled into his power, like an goddess embracing him; bracing herself upright against him, locking her legs in place to keep from falling over; desperate to ensure that she didn't fail to be his Erza, to be strong, to be there for him, to be available for him... For every nanosecond of love and attention and passion he was willing to give her.
They pulled apart at last, and she panted, breathing heavily, raggedly. He was barely breathing at all.
A strange, bubbling heat was swimming between her hips, climbing through her navel and tying knots in her stomach.
He could feel his chest getting tight, as her eyes narrowed gleefully at him; delighted, flushed with exhilaration and victory.
"I can't believe it..." Erza almost chuckled, halfway giggling and halfway strangled. Her voice was tender but tense and high pitched, tight. "You kissed me, Jellal..."
"Are you sure?" He answered, dryly, at last. He looked almost defeated for a moment, almost captive, like her prisoner... The most glorious, calculated and cool prisoner of all time.
A moment later, however, he was back. Jellal was back; she could see it, it was all too clear in his eyes. The Ultramarine had subdued the raging, lusty animal made of pure love and demented desire, recaptured his natural collected demeanor.
Erza almost laughed, giggling under her breath. Her heartbeat was still hammering in her breast, pulse pounding in her temples and blood rushing to her head... But she was growing more stable on her feet.
"You... You love me, Jellal." She snickered, At last. The redhead gave him a sneaking glance, smirking haughty, and looking away. "Wow... You love me so much."
"Funny, I don't recall saying so..." He grinned back, matching her with his overwhelming wit yet again.
She almost hummed, though, gleefully, glancing mischievously away. "You know, Jellal... I can feel how badly you want me, right now..."
"Oh?" He was patient, tone collected and cool, but clearly straining as hard as he possibly could to resist her endless temptations...
Erza was bright red.
"You're thinking of doing shameless things to my ass, aren't you, Jellal?" she was breathless, nervously shimmying against him, but her voice conveyed nothing but pure cleverness and confidence.
"I didn't realize you'd added psychic powers to your considerable repertoire of magics." He noted, flatly, grinning faintly; sarcastic, but beyond frustrated and almost mad with love and longing, excitement and fear.
"I haven't, Jellal." Erza giggled again, unable to bear his searing gaze. She stammered a bit, blushing furiously, but managed to finish her sentence, slowly staring back up into his face. "But... I can feel your erection, driving into my vagina."
Jellal exhaled, sneering, clearly tortured. His eyes drifted a bit lower, to settle on her cheek.
"Ah... Yes, That is going to be troublesome."
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