AN: Heeeyyy XD So, sorry if you didn't like the previous chapter :P I tried to make it a bit less awesome because i wanted this chapter to look more awesomererer even though i think i built it up a bit too much lol :P Anyway...i hope you like this one! Also, obviously, Erza's gonna be out of character for this chapter...
Chapter 7-
"What's the matter, Jellal?" Erza whispered in his ear, her hands slipping under his jacket and rubbing his shoulders, "Getting a little hot?"
"E-erza," he struggled to say, "I told you not to touch that cake, whatever magic it had is now affecting you."
She mostly ignored his words and stroked the shell of his ear with her nose, making a small shudder run through his body.
"Someone's being affected here…" she said as one of her hands slithered down his chest and brushed his tensed stomach, "And it's not me."
He quickly grabbed her wandering hand before it could reach his belt.
"Erza," he warned, taking a step back.
Her heated gaze roamed over him and a sly smile curved her lips, "You can't reject me forever, Jellal."
He stared hard at her, his heart pounding furiously in his ears.
"This isn't you," he stated, grabbing her other hand as well to halt its movements, "Snap out of it already."
He let her hands drop and turned away, beginning to climb out of the destroyed pool by placing his hands on some large stone chunks on the side.
"Erza!" he scolded, looking over his shoulder at her.
"What?" she asked innocently, as if it were perfectly normal for her hands to be on his ass, "I'm only helping you to get up."
She reinforced the idea by pushing at him. He grumbled under his breath and hurriedly pulled himself out of the bath, thinking wryly, you've already helped with that.
Jellal turned around and offered his hand to Erza; she took it after staring straight into his eyes and slowly licking her lips. He struggled to ignore the heating of his insides as he helped her up, and it became that much harder when she kicked off with her strong legs and practically launched herself at him.
He stumbled back a small step and reflexively put his arms around her. She buried her face in his neck and encircled his waist with her arms.
"Erza," he said tensely, "You need to let go of me and we need to get back to the inn and keep you out of trouble until this magic wears off."
Her lips brushed against his skin as she whispered playfully, "But I don't want to let go."
He shifted his hands to her hips and tried to gently push her away, needing some distance so he could think properly. She had an excellent grip on him however and he didn't want to hurt her, so he had to change tactics.
"Erza…you can hold my hand the whole time, if you want," he said a tad hesitantly, unsure how that suggestion would go down and wondering when his life had gotten so weird.
She let go of him and smiled as she announced, "I have an even better idea."
Dread crept along his spine and he wasn't sure if he even wanted to ask, "And what's that?"
Instead of answering, Erza simply told him to turn around and, figuring he didn't really have a choice, he complied. In the next second, she climbed on his back, her limbs tight around him.
"How is this a better idea?" Jellal muttered to himself as he gingerly placed his hands on the back of her knees to support her.
She laughed and leaned forward press her cheek to his tattooed one.
"Don't you think this is good?" she asked, beginning to smooth her hands along his chest.
She then requipped away her boots and slowly, gently dragged her heels up and down the insides of his thighs.
"Erza," he wheezed with slight desperation, "Stop it!"
"Kiss me and I will," she purred in challenge.
"W-what?" Jellal's grip tightened as his pulse sped up dramatically and brought heat to his face, "N-no, I won't kiss you."
Just the very thought of his lips touching hers stirred something deep down within him, it simmered low in his belly and gave him an uncomfortable awareness of everything.
"You won't?" she pouted, "Well, that's too bad..."
He realised then that she had distracted him with talk of kissing and now had half of the buttons of his shirt undone. He let out a startled growl and began to war with her hands as he tried to put his clothes back in order.
"You're no fun, Jellal," Erza complained, her troublesome hands settling over his rapidly beating heart.
"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, "So I've been told."
He looked around for the path Juley had mentioned earlier and spotted a busted gate along the wall straight ahead and to the right.
He started walking them towards it but stumbled when Erza blew into his ear. He made a sound of irritation as he straightened up and tilted his head, trying to rub away the unsettling sensation with his shoulder.
The mischievous woman clinging to his back giggled and the sound disturbed Jellal somewhat because it just seemed…out of character.
He told himself to shove everything out of his mind that wasn't his goal, he had to get Erza back to the inn where she couldn't cause any trouble, he wasn't allowed to think about how he could feel every inch of her body against his back and he certainly wasn't allowed to think about how he had his hands on her bare skin.
He inwardly groaned and decided, as they passed through the broken gate and Erza drew circles on his chest, that he never wanted to see another cheesecake again in his life.
They were now on a narrow path that edged down along the side of the Azolla Bathhouse; it was cobblestone and branched out back to the front entrance of the building. When they were on the street once more, Jellal couldn't help but be a bit relieved that they were slowly getting closer to the inn and relative safety.
"You still need to wash this sandy residue out of your hair," mentioned Erza in a low, seductive tone, "Can I help with that?"
Jellal tensed and forced himself to reply calmly, "I think I can handle that by myself, thank you."
"Alright then," she sighed heavily, right by his ear, "but if you need help handling anything else…just let me know."
"Erza!" he gasped, heat flooding his body.
"Yes?" she enquired sweetly, rubbing her cheek to his.
He pulled in a deep breath and then exhaled noisily, "You're impossible."
"And you need a haircut," she responded, starting to twirl a lock of his blue hair around her finger.
"Do I?" he asked disinterestedly, focussing more on trying to remember the way to the inn and trying to get there quickly.
"Yes," she said tugging his hair.
"Well, you know, I've been busy bringing down dark guilds so…" he trailed off, unsure why he was even continuing the conversation.
Erza made a thoughtful sound and fell silent for a few minutes, allowing Jellal to gather his scattered thoughts. He realised he had taken them down the wrong street and that they were now on the grass at some public rest area that had a wooden bench surrounded by bright flowers.
"You should get a mohawk!" Erza exclaimed, startling him slightly and wrapping her arms tight around his neck in her excitement.
"You're…" he coughed, using one hand to try and loosen her hold, "kidding…right?"
"No, not at all," she answered, giving him a tiny bit of freedom, "I think it'll look sexy!"
His face burned as he stepped further onto the soft grass, "W-what?"
"It'd be a good look for you," she told him huskily, "but I'd just be happy as long as you leave me something to grab onto."
"E-excuse me?" he spluttered.
"You know what I mean," she whispered, tracing a finger down the side of his face.
She then surprised him by suddenly digging her heels in just below his hips, causing him to bend forward reflexively and fall onto his hands and knees. The impact travelled up through his arms and he clenched his hands into the grass as he glared at the ground.
Erza stroked his back for a moment as she sat proudly astride him like he was a beast she'd tamed. She then planted her feet firmly, stood up and roughly flipped him over onto his back. She quickly grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the ground as she straddled him again and grinned.
Jellal stared wide-eyed at the scarlet haired beauty and cleared his throat.
"Erza…" he started slowly, "You need to stop behaving like this."
"Why?" she asked in a low voice, bringing her face close to his, "Are you struggling there…Jelly?"
Because her lips were hovering just over his, he couldn't even think about her question or her little nickname for him, his poor brain was frying and that was before she ground herself against him. When she did that, Jellal groaned and slammed his eyes shut.
Sweet torture…he thought as a pulse of desire shot through him.
"Erza, stop," he said through gritted teeth.
"What?" she questioned breathily, "Don't you want me?"
Shit…what's the right answer here? he asked himself as he opened his eyes and stared desperately up at the vivid blue sky.
Erza rubbed her face in his neck again and then began to kiss up his throat and along his jaw, the little touches sending sparks along his skin.
No, this isn't right at all!
But it feels right, taunted another voice, doesn't it?
She's being influenced by magic, she doesn't know what she's doing and even if she did…
He had to turn his head away because she was getting too close to his mouth.
…she deserves better than me.
"Jellal," Erza said, a hint of complaint in her tone, "Quit playing hard to get already."
He steeled himself to do whatever was necessary in order to stop her from doing things she would later regret.
I have to hurt her to stop her from hurting herself.
He pulled in a deep breath and then told her firmly, "No, Erza, I don't want you."
She froze for a moment and then pulled her head up so she could meet his gaze, her silky hair settling back against her chest.
"What?" she asked, a slight, disbelieving smile on her face.
He tried not to wince; he didn't want to have to say the lie again.
"I don't want you, Erza," he stated, adding last second, "And I have a fiancée, remember?"
The woman narrowed her eyes at him, her grip on his wrists tightening.
She forced a small smile, "We both know you were lying about that, now don't we and besides, I can feel that you want me. Unlike you, your body doesn't lie."
He clenched his teeth as she rubbed her body against his again and sent delicious arcs of heat through him. Yes, Erza was right of course, his body was screaming out for her, there was no way either of them could pretend that it wasn't.
"That," he exhaled, "Doesn't matter…I will not give in to you."
Erza rolled her dark eyes and shrugged, "Fine, if you don't want to play, I'll find someone who does."
Her words completely doused the heat that simmered inside him.
"What?" he breathed.
She smirked and jumped to her feet, releasing her hold on his wrists as she did so. She then sprinted off, leaving him completely alone with his turbulent feelings.
No, no, no!
Jellal propelled himself up and ran after her, his imagination giving him plenty of fuel to charge heedlessly after Erza.
He knew (or rather, hoped very strongly) that he would never take advantage of her current state, but there was nothing to stop others from accepting her advances, especially when they wouldn't know she was not herself.
His heavy footsteps echoed down the street ominously and his eyes ceaselessly searched for any indication about which way she might've gone next.
Up ahead, the street turned into an intersection and Jellal nearly panicked about which way he should go. Fortunately, he could hear a familiar voice from on the road on the right but, unfortunately, it was Erza shouting that she wanted to 'play.'
He sped up and pelted around the corner into the dead-end road. He skidded to the stop, his jaw dropping for a second and then snapping closed as a glare settled on his face.
Erza had an arm around the necks of two ungainly men; she had them pulled in close, their faces almost touching hers even as they practically undressed her with their eyes.
No-one should be allowed to get that close to Erza, Jellal hissed mentally while he marched over to the trio.
"Erza," he said curtly, "Come with me now."
The taller and less attractive of the two men turned his small eyes over to him and then back to Erza's breasts.
"This guy your boyfriend?" he sneered.
"No," snorted Erza in response, "He 'doesn't want me'."
Jellal's jaw tightened as the other man put a hand on her hip and said, "His loss then eh, babe?"
Erza grinned coyly and nodded. The sight of her being so close to those disgusting beings, looking and touching them, it made Jellal's vision awash with red and his chest burn. The only scenario in which he would not interfere with Erza and another man would be if she were truly happy, cared for and in her right mind.
He unconsciously let out a growl and Erza glanced over to him, a smirk on her face as she raised an eyebrow in challenge.
"Erza," he commanded, "You're coming with me."
Her smirk grew and her eyes sparkled dangerously, "Interesting…I can't decide if I prefer the flustered you or the 'in charge' you…both are rather alluring but I think I'll stay with these two and have some fun."
She turned her attention back to the tall, ugly man who then groped her breast. Something inside Jellal snapped at that point and his conviction to do whatever he had to grew even stronger.
He wasn't allowed to attack the men, it would look bad, so he needed another idea, one that would get Erza away and wouldn't hurt anyone in the process.
His face set determinedly as he raised his hands up to his shirt, quickly undoing several buttons as he called for Erza's attention once more.
"Erza."
She looked over at him, ignoring the grumbles of complaint from her two companions. Her eyes darkened with hunger as she watched each little bit of his muscled torso become visible.
"Let's go back to the inn now," he said meaningfully.
"You want to play now, do you?" she asked, her voice low with heat.
The man with his hands all over her tried to turn her face to his, but she released both he and his friend and shoved them away easily before slinking closer to Jellal.
I'm just pretending, thought Jellal, I have to remember that and stay in control.
"Yeah," he replied to her, letting his hands drop away now that his shirt was half unbuttoned, "We'll play back at the inn."
He put his arm around her shoulders and started them back down the street, resisting the urge to glare at the disgruntled men who were left behind.
Erza leaned her head against him, slid her arms around him and even slipped one of her hands into the gap of his shirt, her fingers grazing against the heated skin of his abdominals in slow, torturous movements. He was using most of his willpower to try to ignore the sensations she was provoking, he needed to think of the next stage of his plan.
"Jellal," whispered Erza as they rounded the next corner.
He didn't want to respond to her, worried she might say something that would unbalance him. They passed a couple of old women, who gave them an odd look, and then they were walking alone again.
"Jellal," Erza sighed, digging her nails into him a little and causing him to tense.
He hoped that she was returning to normal and so reluctantly answered as he stared down at her.
"Yeah?"
"You feel really good," she told him warmly as she nuzzled against his shoulder, "I'm very much looking forward to being back in our room…"
She's not back to normal yet then, he decided tiredly. Before he could begin to worry if she would remember her behaviour or not when the magic wears off, Jellal steered himself and Erza across the road.
Sunnysmile Inn was now just ahead, and while Erza was growing more excited, worry was wrapping itself around Jellal. He still wasn't exactly sure how he was going to deter the provocative woman once they were inside.
As they reached the door of the familiar building, Jellal paused and pressed his hand over Erza's to stop her from sneaking it under his waistband. He gave her a warning look.
"Behave, at least until we're in our room," he said firmly.
She winked at him and withdrew her arms from around him. He did up a few of his buttons before pushing open the door of the inn and stepping inside.
Mr Davden wasn't around, thankfully, and so Jellal led the way up the stairs with Erza uncomfortably close behind him, she was whispering something fervently under her breath. It wasn't until he was about to unlock the door to their room that he realised she was saying 'Hot Jelly time' over and over again.
His face burned bright red and their room key slipped out of his fingers, prompting him to curse on a sigh. He bent down to pick up the key but dropped it again when Erza slapped his rear.
"Erza!" he hissed.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist," she said sheepishly as he straightened up.
He stared directly into her eyes as he stabbed the key into the lock and twisted it. The heat between them increased and he had to remind himself that Erza was not in control. As soon as the door was open and the key was back in Jellal's pocket, the woman sprang into action.
She pulled him inside and pushed the door shut with his body, her hands on his strong shoulders, holding him against the door and setting his pulse racing. Jellal tried to stop his eyes from roaming over her fine features and he also tried to stop himself from reacting to her body being up along his. She bit her lip and met his gaze.
"Are you going to kiss me now, Jellal?" she asked, "Or are you too shy and need me to kiss you?"
He took a moment to mentally remind himself that he was only pretending and that Erza was being influenced by magic.
This isn't real.
"I'll kiss you," he said quietly.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders and a smile curved her lips, "You will?"
He nodded, "If you're sitting on the bed."
She laughed softly and shrugged, "Have it your way then."
Stepping back and letting her hands fall away, she turned and slowly strode over to the bed, her hips swaying in that mysterious, enticing way that felt sinful to witness.
She perched on the edge of the bed and tossed her head of scarlet hair over her shoulder. Jellal's hands clenched, he wanted to touch that hair, run his fingers through it, hold on to it and tug her closer with it.
This isn't real.
He inhaled deeply and stepped forward on the exhale, a vague plan swirling in his mind. When he was standing before her, she looked up at him expectantly.
"Not yet," he told her, "Move back further."
She shuffled backwards and he directed her until she was sitting in the middle of the bed, her legs stretched out straight in front of her. As he climbed onto the bed, he almost couldn't believe the situation he had gotten himself into.
Erza was eyeing him like he was a piece of meat she was starving for, it was messing with him, making his body tingle with awareness as he placed a knee on either side of her legs and straightened up. She turned her face up to his and waited with a smile of anticipation on her lips.
This isn't real.
He didn't want to get into the 'and even if it was real' train of thought at the moment, he had other things to think about, all he needed was to keep reminding himself that Erza wasn't herself. He placed his hands on her shoulders and then slid them down her arms to her wrists.
He lightly gripped them and guided them around to her back, his movement bringing their faces dangerously close. Erza's eyes were wide and eager; it was an incredible that Jellal was able to stop himself from giving in and kissing her.
He firmly held her wrists with one of his hands and then placed his other on her shoulder again. Without warning, he pressed her back onto the bed and rolled them over, his legs wrapping tightly around her, his whole body preventing her from taking any actions. Her breath rushed out of her lungs, he could feel it on his neck.
"You were tricking me this whole time!" she accused, struggling in his arms.
He responded through his teeth after she bumped him in a sensitive spot, "Maybe I just wanted to hold you for a while, Erza."
She let out a 'humph' but stopped her squirming.
"I'm not comfortable," she said irritably a moment later.
"Neither am I," he sighed, staring up at the ceiling.
"We could be comfortable," she hinted, lifting her head a bit to see his face, "If you let me go…"
"No."
"I'll hurt you," she threatened.
He increased his grip on her, "I'm sure I'll survive."
To his surprise and relief, Erza fell silent and didn't try anything, but he stayed tensed, waiting in case she did. He imagined they would be stuck for hours like this until the magic from the cake left her.
Hours and hours, he thought, his stomach sinking.
About five minutes later, he realised Erza hadn't said anything in a while and so he raised his head to try and see her.
He moaned quietly, seeing her sleeping face.
Even though Erza was in the land of dreams, poor Jellal couldn't risk moving for fear of waking her up.
"Unbelievable," he grumbled.
AN: I honestly dont know why Erza's so obsessed with Jellal's ass, some stuff just happens eh hahahaha oh jellybaby XD
Also MOHAWK!JELLAL hehehe, i've been obsessed with that and i managed to get my friend to do some art for it! It's on my fanfic blog! heheehe #sohappyrightnow lol
PS- next chapter may or may not be a bit late since i'm going to be working on a nalu request fic for a lovely person XD I'll do my best though