Yep. I'm back!

And this time, I'm participating in the actual official week of Jerza Love Fest 2015! I did it unofficially earlier this month, but I have since discovered that the Week was pushed back a little bit this year. Unfortunately for me this means I'll be gearing up to spend a couple more hours awake at night, but I think this is good news for my dear lemon-lovers of this story.

I'll be going by the prompts given provided by the organizers for the most part and posting them here. And as for what happened to the actual Hot Spring story...well these are more bonus chapters, I guess! Basically this story is going to become my library of Jerza smut...

...which I hope y'all don't mind. ;)


challenge

prompt: lust


The game was simple: Who would last the longest without giving in and touching the other?

Jellal himself wasn't sure how the challenge even first came to mind but when he saw the lustful and daring look in her eyes, he knew that presenting her with the game was not a mistake—especially after a long anniversary date night of fine wine, dressy clothes, and trying to act proper despite playing footsies underneath the cloth table.

They could barely hold it back in.

But Erza liked challenges. And Jellal wasn't going to deny her of a good one.

Jellal looked at Erza from across the bed, pinning this image of her into his memory. She looked absolutely sexy. Her fiery hair was pinned up at the top, looking like the spark of the passionate fire that she ignited within his soul. She wore (at least, for now) a simple black dress; wide-collared, unforgiving to the amount of collarbone it exposed to him; backless, offering him a tease of the sculpted line that fell all the way to her plump bottom; and cut short at the thigh, letting him only imagine running his fingers over her smooth legs.

She watched his eyes trace her body up and down before giving him a seductive smile and turning to her side. She started undressing from the top, reaching her hands up to her tied-back hair. He licked his lips, seeing her back arch sensually as she finally took the damn pins and ties out of her hair—he much better liked her hair down and loose—and when she finally let her hairstyle of the night go, like burning embers, her hair rolled down her back like a burning waterfall.

Looking back at him, she knelt down, making sure to turn her back to him so that he could see her body stretch in her dress as she knelt down to pull off her heels.

He relished the fabric tightening around curves for a moment before he realized—upon feeling a tightness at his own pants—that she was already destining herself to win if he didn't do anything about his own clothes.

So Jellal figured he needed to do something about that.

And when Erza turned around to see what kind of a reaction she got on him with her tease, he was already undoing the last button on his shirt, pulling off the white fabric and tossing it across the bed onto her face. She giggled when the shirt landed on her face, making her vision go black, immediately welcomed by the musky scent of his sweat and some hints of the cologne that he had used earlier that day. She inhaled discretely, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy and exhilaration at the memories associated with his smell, before pulling the clothing off his face so she could see his shirtless self.

And what a sight to see—his tie was still loosely around his neck and she knew he kept it on because she liked the look of nothing on him but the cloth leash around his neck. Her eyes followed the solid dark blue tie which matched his shaggy hair all the way to his navel, leaving her eyes with nowhere to look but at the ripples of his abdomen.

She felt a distinct hotness forming between her thighs, as he stretched his back, swinging his well-developed arms around his body and giving her a full rotational view of what was just across the bed from her. She could just imagine her hands running all over his warm skin, her lips grazing the edges of the firm muscles—as she had done many times before…

But just not yet tonight. She had to keep herself from letting her creativity get ahead of her.

Erza was not going to lose. She quickly snapped out of it, ignoring the heat of her flushed cheeks and continued her advance, stripping further her way down to bareness. She took the hem of her dress in her fingers and lifted the edge slowly, watching his jaw slowly drop and his eyes widening.

When she saw him swallow hard, she knew that she had won the upper hand again.

Jellal anticipated every single curve that came exposed as she lifted the black fabric further up her thigh. At this point in their relationship, he had of course memorized every single curve of her body but for some reason, every flash of skin with every little centimeter higher up her leg still came as a surprise for him.

His heart stopped when he realized that she had lifted the dress up past the tops of her thighs and he saw her lacy black underwear. His moth became dry and he practically groaned when seeing the panties come to form underneath her dress.

Erza turned to the side, grinning maturely, before continuing to lift her dress up and over her head, making sure he got a good view of her midsection and saw the catch of her dress at her breasts before the whole thing came up and over her head.

He could feel himself being completely entranced by her smooth skin, and she took full advantage of his hypnosis, then crawling onto the bed and then lying down on her back within the white sheets. She made herself comfortable, propping up her knees and lifting a finger up to him, motioning for him to come join her.

However, Jellal knew better than to fall for her tactics—or at least give in to them right away.

Instead, he unbuckled his belt and dropped them onto the floor. With a clang, the buckle fell to the ground, and at the same time, his loosened pants dropped just so enough so that she could start to see the short hairs that trailed downwards.

He watched her reaction. Her eyes were definitely on the lower section of his body and she rolled over onto her side, squeezing her thighs together while bringing her hand up to her lips. She made eye contact with him and captured his eyes in her chocolate brown gaze while she parted her soft plump lips and let her finger into the opening.

Jellal breathed out slowly, while he watched her roll onto her back again and suck on her finger, before her other hand drew his attention by slowly running down her torso, starting from her upper breast, over the cups of her matching lacy black bra over her waist and over her hips—touching all the places that he wanted to touch himself.

The gravity pulling him into bed never felt so strong.

He quickly pulled down his pants, shedding them like snakeskin onto the floor, and joined her on the other side of the bed, bouncing onto the mattress. Taking care not to touch her, he hovered just over her, looking down at her mischievous face. He leaned down daringly, stopping at the point just where his bangs would tickle her—before suddenly blew a puff of air at her face.

"Hey!" she whined, her eyes closing by instinct.

He lifted himself up backwards and threw himself back onto his side of the mattress, chuckling.

She gave him a pouty face before he noticed her take note of his groin, a bulge threatening to slip out his boxers, looking at it for a moment before she returned her eyes to him. She made a show to suck harder on her finger before removing the digit from her mouth with a soft pop that made him moan softly.

"Is that even fair?" she asked him, motioning at his hardness.

"It's not my fault," he teased, with a soft coo. "I'm not doing a thing at all with my hands." And to make a point, he completely pulled off his boxers, tossing them aside before tucking his hands under his head.

To his surprise, after eyeing his member, she gave him an even more wicked smile.

"Well, then," she challenged, resting back comfortably onto the bed and then splitting her thighs.

She placed both her hands over her breast, squeezing them a little bit before pulling the cups off her and letting her breasts fall out of their lacy entrapments.

Jellal couldn't help but get a closer look, hoisting himself up onto his side and watching the bounce of her tits, restraining all desire to fondle them. Her nipples were still soft and he longed to flick them with his tongue to watch them grow harder, longed to suck on them while she moaned and squirmed under his caresses.

It was practically a crime to just only be staring at them.

Her underwear came off soon after, much quicker than he imagined, but when it happened, she threw her panties back at his face, maybe in revenge for throwing his shirt at her before, and when he grabbed them off his face to throw them to the floor, he felt the dampness of her panties on his fingers, the wetness gliding over his fingers. He discretely rose his fingers to his lips and licked them, tasting her sweet arousal.

That didn't go unnoticed by her, and she gave him a wide smile.

They looked at each other, for a moment, completely nude and expectantly—usually at this point they would have been already on top of each other and making passionate love, but with the challenge still hanging in the air, their pride and their win was still at stake.

And neither of them were about to let themselves down—even if every single fiber of their bodies was itching to reach out and touch the other.

She broke the stalemate first, her right hand began to travel back down her body, stopping midway at her thigh, as far as she could reach, before making u-turn and tracing a single dainty finger back up her leg. She leaned back a little bit, separating her legs slightly and allowing her hand to follow her skin to her sensitive center.

"Okay, that's not fair," he pouted. "You can't just bend the rules like that."

"I'm not changing the rules," she replied, a smirk on her lips. "You just said that we weren't allowed to touch each other—but I'm only touching myself."

He couldn't say a word because he knew she was right, and he also couldn't help but release the groan that escaped his mouth when seeing her hand gyrating around herself, seeing her eyes close and her mouth opening in a pant.

Her nimble fingers circled around her center urgently, getting to work right away—and he could see it in her furrowed eyebrows and hear it in her light breathing. He felt his member pulse and let out quiet shudder while he reset his will to not just clamor over onto the other side to help her.

Watching her pleasure herself was exhilarating, albeit very frustrating, hearing her make sounds that he should have been helping her make.

And when her finger slid into her slick opening, she gasped loudly, her pelvis jerking upward, her toes curling—he felt a sudden wave of energy to cum, the urge to thrust his hips forward and immediately held it back, waiting patiently.

"This isn't fair at all," he said, through gritted teeth and rough breathing.

She smiled in the middle of her self-stimulation, a light giggle.

"You better save yourself for me…" she cooed, all while shifting her position a little and spreading her legs out even more while she took a quick break from her self-penetration.

"So are you saying that I'm eventually going to fuck you?" he retorted, teasingly. "Whoever said such a thing?"

"Well it's obvious that you're going to give in and lose—just look at you," she replied, snarkily. "You can barely hold it together."

He scoffed. "I'll just wait then—I have a ton more patience than you." He shifted closer to her on the mattress, continuing. "And at some point you're going to want it." He moved his face a couple more inches toward her. "I'm not going to give it to you." And now his mouth was right by her ear, and he whispered.

"Even if you beg."

She shivered at the sound of his rough playful voice at her ear, and he could tell it was enough to get her going again, seeing her hand quicken its pace at her core.

He recognized the advance of her climax before she even admitted it—the hitching of her breath, the more desperate entrances of her fingers, the upwards angling of her hips, her other arm gripping the sheets underneath her, her sudden disinterest in everything around her.

He guessed there was more than just one way to get Erza turned on—his voice could also suffice, he realized, with a self-praising smile.

"You about to cum?" he cooed.

She bit her lip before nodding, and she orgasmed cutely, bursting with a high-pitched gasp. Her breath stopped for a split second before she returned, inhaling and exhaling hard to catch her breath.

He looked at her from across the pillows, seeing a new sheen of sweat over her forehead, the blush of her smile on her face. She looked so utterly beautiful—there was really nothing more he could have asked for in life but to see her happy and looking back at him with loving eyes.

The endearing sight made him completely forget why they were in bed in the first place, and he smiled, getting ready to have pillow talk before they would both eventually fall asleep, tangled in each other's arms.

Feeling a swell of pleasant happiness bloom in his chest, he leaned closer to her face. She smiled, and he was so close that he could feel the warmth of her blush radiating to his cheeks. She closed her eyes, anticipating, and he closed the distance between their lips and kissed her.

But then he remembered that they were in the middle of a challenge.

She pulled back and cackled. "Hah! You lost!"

Jellal groaned—he would never win against her.

"Arguably, you kissed me at the same time," he pointed out, trying to get himself out of the losing predicament.

"You were the one that leaned in to kiss me," she argued. "I didn't do anything—you brought this upon yourself."

He smirked. "Well then, I guess you're right. Time to go to sleep then." And he pulled the covers over his body and turned back around.

"Hey!" she whined, reaching out to grab his arm.

"Hm?" Jellal teased, turning around.

"We…we're not done yet, are we?" she asked, boldly, but bashfully.

He gave her a wide smile. "Now who's touching who?" he challenged, throwing off the blankets off his body.

Erza rolled her eyes. "Sore loser," she accused, before leaning in to give him a kiss.

"Well you've obviously lost the challenge," he growled into her lips, pulling her hips up to prop her up on top of him, relishing her weight on top of his body, a feeling that he had been waiting for since the start of the night.

"Truce?"

"Truce?" he asked, nuzzling her neck with his nose and lips. "That's nothing like the Erza I know."

She smiled. "Only in times of need."


So, good start to the week? Let me know what you think! This one was written in a slightly different style than usual and I'm wondering what people like and don't like. Feel free to PM me your secret dark desires too haha!

Your very sour writer,

thir13enth