AN: *sneaks in and throws this chappie at you*
Oh and if you're liking this version of Jellal, you'd probably like to follow my new rp blog, its siegrainfernandes . tumblr . com (without the spaces obvs) He is a lot of fun ;D but also one of the reasons I'm slow to update this fic but not really i just havent been in the jerza mood, also i have other things to do. ANYWAY.
Previously- Jellal is under some sort of influence and he's awfully playful ;D Erza dun wanna take him to da partaaaay
Chapter 11-
"I think not, Jellal," she said firmly, her face heating at the implication, "I think we should instead prepare ourselves for this party."
"But that's two hours away!" he argued, his tone carrying a hint of childish whining.
"Well," Erza huffed, "I need to choose what to wear."
"Can't you just requip into something?" he asked in annoyance, flopping back down onto the floor and splaying out.
She mentally pulled up a list of the dresses, amour and other outfits she had with her and, like she had done with the PJs the day before, she turned over each option in her mind to see which one would be appropriate.
"No," she decided after a moment, blinking to refocus.
A yelp escaped her as she realised Jellal had used her inattention to sneak closer to her. He was now on his hands and knees beside her, his face dangerously close to hers as he smiled. She leaned away a little, more than slightly unnerved.
"J-jellal, what are you doing?"
"Getting close to you," he answered, his eyes flicking down to her mouth for a moment.
She self-consciously cleared her throat.
"And why are you doing that?"
"So I can tell you a secret of course."
"A secret?" she repeated, apprehension spreading over her.
"Mhm," he agreed, his smile widening.
"Well, what is it?" she asked, though she had a feeling she would regret it.
Jellal shook his head, "Secrets are meant to be whispered in a person's ear."
Erza pursed her lips and crossed her arms and, despite knowing it was a bad idea, tilted her head towards him. He shuffled closer.
"I want to kiss you, Erza."
Of all the things she thought he might've said, she, for some reason, never thought that that would be what he would say.
"W-what?" she stuttered, "You can't kiss me! Not when you're like this!"
Jellal straightened to a kneeling position and loomed over her with that now familiar smirk playing across his lips.
"So I can kiss you when I not like this then?" he questioned, "And what exactly do you mean 'like this'?"
"I, uh, shut up!"
Erza jumped to her feet, pushed him over and then strode over to the door, determined to let him distract and fluster her no longer. With barely restrained force, she yanked open the door and stomped out into the corridor.
Jellal quickly followed behind her after closing their door once more. He felt no reason to complain about Erza being in front of him; after all, it allowed him to stare appreciatively at the way her hips moved. He began to imagine catching up to her and grabbing those hips, pulling her backside up against him.
Mmm…
He became so focused on continuing his little mental fantasy that he was now blindly following Erza down the stairs and into the lobby of the Inn. When Erza reached the door and was about to exit the building, she stopped and Jellal bumped into her.
Wishes do come true, he inwardly purred, grabbing Erza to 'steady' her and 'unintentionally' rubbing his hips against hers.
"Jellal," Erza growled, her grip on the door handle tightening, "Remember your promise."
"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, letting her go as he rolled his eyes and stepped back a little.
As soon as they were outside, Erza surprised him by firmly grabbing his wrist and pulling him along with her.
"Where are we going?" he asked curiously, lengthening his stride to keep up with her.
"Shopping."
Jellal groaned and for that, Erza yanked on his arm, bringing him stumbling forward. He laughed lightly, "Getting rough with me, Erza? I kinda like that."
She studiously avoided looking at him, using the pretense of scanning the street to try and hide her reddening face.
"Shut up," she muttered, "I'm trying to find a dress shop."
Pulling a face at the thought of being stuck shopping, Jellal comforted himself by thinking that it would take most of the time they had to actually find a suitable shop to look in.
"Oh, look!" Erza said excitedly as she pointed ahead, "That one looks perfect."
"What are the odds?" he mumbled sadly just a moment before he was towed along down the street.
The store that he was all but manhandled into, was filled with racks and racks of dresses, skirts, shirts and suits of a blinding variety of colours.
"This is excellent," declared Erza, nodding slightly to herself as her eyes roamed the shop's interior.
"This is a nightmare…" grumbled Jellal, hanging his head and sighing.
She ignored his complaint and pulled him further into the shop, heading immediately towards some dark dresses at the back. Following reluctantly, Jellal noted that there were three changing stalls at the rear of the shop for people to try on clothes; there was also a small red armchair and a little table with magazines. He headed straight for the chair and flopped down onto it, resting his head in his hand and preparing himself for a long, boring time.
Surprisingly, it didn't take Erza all that long to find something she wanted to try on. Jellal watched with bored eyes as she disappeared into one of the changing stalls with a shimmering blue dress. Her feet were visible beneath the curtain and, as her boots were requipped away, he suddenly realised exactly what that meant.
Erza's practically naked in there, he thought, a smirk spreading on his face as he sat up a bit straighter.
As his imagination began to shape sinful images, Jellal could feel his body heating up, he shifted in the armchair and tugged at his pants.
Then the curtain was pulled back and Erza stood there in the modest dress. Her eyes bored into his and for a heart stopping moment he thought that she somehow knew what he had been thinking about.
"Does this dress make me look fat?" she asked seriously.
"Are. You. Kidding. Me."
Erza crossed her arms, the action emphasizing her large breasts as her expression darkened.
Jellal rubbed his forehead and let out an amused sigh, "You could never look fat, Erza."
"Hmmph," she straightened up and looked down at herself, "Yes, you're right."
She quickly grabbed another dress and disappeared back behind the curtain. Jellal looked around the rest of the shop then, noticing for the first time that there was a sleepy looking old man behind the counter.
Wincing at the sight of a drool trail dripping down, the blue haired mage pulled his eyes away and fixed them back to curtain Erza was behind. It was only a minute later that she peeked out at him, her features drawn together in frustration and reluctance.
"The zipper won't go up," she told him through gritted teeth, "It's stuck."
He considered for a moment, the idea of flippantly asking her what he was supposed to do about it, but then he realised the opportunity he could have if he acted differently.
"I'll help," he offered with a smile, getting to his feet.
He strode towards her as she turned around. He stepped into the small space with her and yanked the curtain closed. The dress she had chosen was black and looked to be made of some smooth, soft material.
Erza indicated the stubborn zipper that was sitting on her lower back. It was a good thing she did so as it snapped Jellal out of the small trance he had been in upon seeing the expanse of bare skin before him.
He reached out and tugged the two sides of the dress together, glancing up as he did so and unintentionally meeting Erza's eyes in the long mirror. Their gazes locked and, as she could feel the material of her dress pulling together as Jellal slid the zip upwards, she felt her heartbeat race erratically.
Then his warm hands were on her shoulders and time seemed to stop, the tension between the two mages increased and sparked. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he was back to normal now…
But then Jellal's hands slipped down her shoulder blades and around to cup her breasts as he, a little roughly, pulled her back against him. His heated stare watched her widened eyes in the reflection before them.
"I like this dress," he whispered while he tried to memorise the picture they made in the mirror.
Erza recovered from the surprise of being suddenly groped and quickly jabbed her elbow into his stomach.
He let go of her and stumbled back a little, wheezing but smiling. She pushed him out of the stall and, once she was alone again, she rested her forehead against the cold mirror. A sigh escaped her and fogged up the glass.
She allowed herself a further few moments to calm herself before she went out to find another dress to try on. She had already decided that the one she had on was what she was going to go with, it did look fantastic, but she wanted to use the time to keep away from Jellal.
So the next hour and a half composed of her trying on various dresses while Jellal sat in the armchair mentally undressing her every time she asked for his opinion.
Finally, she managed to get herself back into the black dress and shoes, thankfully the zipper didn't catch this time and she needed no assistance. She stepped back out of the stall and met his smoldering gaze. He looked her over and she did the same to him.
"You're sexy," he purred.
"You're a mess," she stated at the same time.
He rolled his eyes and she cast her own around the shop, a thoughtful expression pinching her features.
"Aha!" she exclaimed as she spotted a rack of suits across the room.
Jellal shrunk down in his chair while Erza retrieved the items she wanted him to wear. He flinched when she threw them at him.
"Go," she ordered.
"Erza," he groaned, "Do I have to?"
The glare she gave him answered his question and forced him to gain his feet and slink into the changing stall. Erza paced around while she waited, trying to shake off the thoughts that kept buzzing around her mind, reminding her about a certain similar situation that happened only two hours before.
The curtain reopened noisily minutes later, the rings grinding against the pole above as Jellal moved the material to the side.
Erza blinked and only just stopped herself from letting out a low whistle of appreciation. He didn't look too happy standing there in the well fitted black suit, but he sure looked good. The redhead found she particularly liked the dark gray waistcoat and dark blue shirt he had on as well.
"I did well," she praised, looking over him once more.
Realising she was checking him out, Jellal straightened up and smirked, pleased by the attention he was receiving.
"Wow, what an attractive couple!" wheezed an unfamiliar voice.
The two mages turned and Jellal realised it was the old man who had been drooling over the counter earlier that had spoken.
"Oh, uh, we're not a couple," Erza explained hurriedly, shaking her head in a quick movement to emphasize.
"But you are going to buy those clothes, are you not?" inquired the man with an easy smile.
"Oh, yes, of course," responded Erza, "Is it alright with you if we leave wearing them? We're in rather a hurry now."
The shopkeeper nodded and scampered back to the counter to rush them through the sale, making sure to remove all the labels and tags too before they left.
The sheer number of people present and crammed into the Mayor's large house was nearly overwhelming. Erza kept close to Jellal, she didn't want to risk losing him in the crowd, she just wanted to show the Mayor they turned up, and then leave as quickly as possible, as no good could come of Jellal, in his current state, being in a setting like this. Then there was the odd feeling that she had forgotten something important...
The entire entrance hall was lined with tables laden with lavish foods and drinks and there were even waiters drifting around offering various things to the guests in their fine clothes.
Delicious scents permeated the room and mixed rather pleasingly with the hum of idle chatter.
Jellal boldly put his arm around Erza as they walked in. She tensed, becoming very aware of how close his knuckles were to a sensitive part of her breast. Pushing his arm off her, she reminded him yet again that he was supposed to be behaving himself.
He simply rolled his eyes at her, thinking that if she wasn't going to be any fun, he would find someone who was.
Erza eyed the elegant bowl of punch on the table to their left. Deciding, she could do with a drink, she headed towards it.
Now at the table, Erza turned to ask Jellal if he wanted a drink.
Gone, she growled mentally, of course he is.
She glared around the room, her fists balling against the black material of her dress.
Surprisingly, she spotted him in the next minute. Her expression darkened and her jaw clenched as she took in the sight of him flirting with a familiar blonde, his palm against the wall as he leaned in closer. In less than a moment, Erza was beside them.
"Allison," she greeted curtly.
The Mayor's assistant turned bright pink and scuttled away, mumbling apologies. Jellal, still bracing himself against the wall, turned his head towards Erza.
"You're ruining all my fun," he said with a frown.
"You're not here to have fun," she countered sharply.
"I could be," he replied suggestively, his eyes gliding over her slowly.
She scoffed, "Tch...you're such a pain, Jel-...Sapphire."
Smirking, he reached out with his right hand and captured her waist, tugging her so she was where Allison had been, against the wall. His hand lingered, she could feel its warmth through her dress.
Someone passed them, muttering loudly, "Get a room."
Jellal's smirk grew upon hearing the comment and he whispered to Erza, "We do have a room."
Her heart stammered at the meaning of his words and became more frantic as he began to lean down, bringing his lips close to hers.
With a barely contained squeak, she quickly brought her hand up and covered his mouth, pushing his face back a little as she blushed and averted her eyes.
He stared unamusedly at her, his features a bit distorted by her hand. She glanced back at him just in time to see the look in his eyes change to something mischievous.
Wha-
He licked her hand and she jerked it away, staring at him with disgust.
"How dare you!" she growled, glaring between him and the wetness on her hand.
He shrugged and grinned before he suddenly grabbed her forearm and forced her hand to rub against her cheek.
"There!" he told her proudly, "I licked your face, that means you're mine."
She blushed and yanked her arm from his grip.
"Don't be such a child," she scolded while she wiped her hand on her dress, "Licking people, that's disgusting."
He laughed and then leaned down as if about to reveal something interesting.
"Oh, you wouldn't say that if I licked you somewhere else, Erza."
For a moment, she didn't understand his meaning. But then certain scenes of certain novels sprung to mind and painted her cheeks a bright cherry red.
"I, uh, oh, my, you," she spluttered, blinking before she scrambled to compose herself, "Shut up!"
He winked at her, his eyes travelling once more over her.
"You do look divine tonight, Erza...edible really," he added.
"Behave!" she commanded, pointing a finger at him.
His smiled widened, "Yes, Mistress Erza. Whatever you want, Mistress Erza. Shall I lick you, Mistress Erza?"
She was so tempted to cover her ears and sing loudly as to drown him out.
"You can shut up, that's what you can do," she ground out.
He laughed, shaking his head slightly, shifting his blue hair, "But that's no fun. If you don't want to talk to me...I'll just go."
He stepped away from her and she reflexively grabbed the sleeve of his suit.
"No," she ordered, "You're to stay beside me and keep out of trouble, alright?"
Raising an eyebrow at her cockily, he asked, "Is that a command, Mistress Erza?"
Her cheeks burned but nevertheless she spoke firmly, "Yes, as a matter of fact, it is."
Smiling at her, Jellal stepped closer. She stared at him warily and tensed as he reached out, prepared to hit him if he tried anything funny. However, he was merely stretching out to grab something from a tray just behind her on the table. Watching him slowly put the sweet morsal in his mouth, Erza's stomach rumbled and she realised that it had been a while since she had last eaten.
She plucked up the nearest appetizer from the table, some sort of frosted biscuit, and bit into it, maintaining eye contact with Jellal all the while. After that, they seemed to have some sort of weird competition between them, their gazes never leaving each others as they ate with slow, almost seductive movements. Minutes passed and Erza finally looked away, finding herself no longer hungry, not for food anyway.
Suddenly, cool fingers pressed into the underside of her chin and turned her face back. Before she could do anything, Jellal leaned down and licked a stray dot of purple icing from near the corner of her lips. Gasping, her, now wide, eyes flew up to his as he smirked at her. Her whole body tingled with awareness and she fought the urge to bring her fingers up to touch her lips, where the sensation was strongest.
"Don't...don't do that again," she said quietly, pulling her eyes away from him.
"Why not? I'd like to do it again...and more."
"Just...stop, stop with all of this," she whispered, gesturing to him weakly with one hand, still unable to look at him.
He made a sound of annoyance, muttering something under his breath as he turned away. She heard him speak louder a moment later.
"Well, hello there."
She frowned and glanced over, unsure why he had said something like that to her.
Oh, her heart sunk a little upon seeing he was smiling and talking to some dark haired woman in a blue dress. Erza tried not to hear his flirtatious words and tone and she tried so hard to convince herself she was unaffected by his behaviour. Her hands shook a little so she turned them into fists and folded her arms across her chest. She was glaring because if she didn't, she knew her face would crumple with sadness and regret.
She flinched when she felt fingers brush strands of her hair back from her face a minute later. Her eyes moved slowly upwards to stare at Jellal as he pulled his hand back.
"Getting lonely there, Erza?" he asked, "Or...jealous? You know, if you want my attention, all you need to do is ask."
"What makes you think I want your attention?" she muttered irritably.
"Hmm, well maybe it's me who wants your attention."
"Well...too bad."
Jellal pinched her cheek, "Erza."
"Go away," she grumbled, batting his hand away. She pressed her fingers to her forehead and closed her eyes.
After dragging in a breath and exhaling it forcefully, Erza reopened her eyes, only to see that, yet again, Jellal had disappeared.
"Unbelievable," she growled.
AN: Ah Jelly you little trouble maker...Also, while I am completely useless with updating this fic, i will never abandon it unless i'm dead okay? so don't worry too much.