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Onto the fic now!

Series: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet

Title: Sunset's Promise

Prompt: Making Out

Rating: T for Teen

Word Count: 2145

AN: I remember so little of early Fairy Tail, I have to do a lot of reading up to write for these two, but I think it really paid off this time! I really enjoyed writing it! Enjoy!

Brown eyes traced the rim of the full glass of wine sitting in front of Erza Scarlet—the glass within her vision, but not her sight. Erza's thoughts was full of images created by her mind: memories of a red sunset, fireflies buzzing, waves crashing against the shore, and a handsome young man kneeling in front of her. The requip mage let out a soft sigh, and ran her finger around the edge of her drink.

"Erza, are you blushing?" Mirajane's mischievous voice asked from the opposite side of the bar.

Erza's mind was torn out of her fantasy as she sat up with straight posture in response to the sudden question. She didn't know how to answer such an inquiry. Was she blushing? She surely hadn't noticed. Maybe it was better not to answer at all.

"Why would I be blushing?" Erza asked, brushing a hand through her scarlet hair, which she was named after. "Have I a reason to be?"

"Oh. I wouldn't know…" Mira said, her mind trailing off to another question. "How many days has it been since we returned from Tenrou island?"

"3 weeks, 2 day, 16 hours, 34 minutes, and 23 seconds and counting." The red head answered with a deadpan expression. Her cheeks grew rosy again. Tenrou Island.

"Well… that was specific." Mirajane leaned in close to her friend with a curious look in her eyes, "Any… reason, Miss 'Titania?'"

"No. It is just very important to keep track of important dates as such." The red haired mage kept the flat expression glued to her countenance.

"Hrmmm…" The white haired woman sneered, not quite convinced, but stood up strait again. "Oh. It appears Mystogan has returned."

Erza flinched at that name, but didn't turn her head. "Haha." She mocked Mira, "Like you could get me with that."

"No, really. He just walked in." Her friend responded, and pointed towards the door. "…Why would that 'get' you?" Mirajane gave Erza a disconcerting look.

Erza bit her tongue. She was right. Why would Mirajane have any reason to think Mystogan would cause Erza to be excited? She tried to think of an excuse, and spit out the first thing she could think of, "Um, because I owe him money. You knew that, right? Of course you did Mira, you know everything" Erza rambled on, not letting the barmaid speak, "I should really go talk to him about that. Talk to you later."

With that said, Erza quickly spun in her seat and leapt to the floor. In a flash, she requipped from her regular casual blouse and skirt, into an orange maid dress (with a very low neck line) with a frilly white apron, and trotted towards the caped man who had just entered the guild.

"Erza…?" Mirajane questioned as the young lady stepped out of earshot.

Erza kept walking closer to the new attendee of the guild, her heart racing faster the she came towards him. Natsu, however, reached the man before her, and began to act chummy with him: Elbowing 'Mystogan' on the side and rambling on about great missions he had been on recently.

The man in the mask barely listened to the dragon slayer chattering around him, and when he looked up from the pink haired man, his eyes locked on Erza's. The young woman's heart skipped a beat and she walked fasted, punching Natsu to the other side of the guild as soon as he was within reach.

"Hello, Mystogan. It's been a while since you stopped by." Erza said flipping her fingers through her hair self consciously as he stared down upon her outfit.

"You shouldn't draw attention to us so quickly, Miss Titania." He spoke to her in a hushed voice. "You might start up some incriminating rumors."

Erza's heart sank. She knew he was right though. A lot of the guild knew about her lingering feelings for Jellal. If she began to act sweet around another, someone could put two and two together and cause a real problem. She pouted and looked down apologetically.

"I just came to gather some information, and then I'll be leaving again." His voice trailed through her ears. The masked man began to walk around her, but as he did, she felt him slip something into her hand, and he whispered close to her ear. "See you tonight."

Erza's face burned red with the insinuations of his words, and she clamped her hands shut until she could no longer hear his footsteps over the loud atmosphere of the hall. When she was sure no one was paying them mind anymore, she walked to an empty booth and opened her palm. In it was a scrap of paper with an address scribbled on it, and a time "732 Baker St, 7:30 pm." She smiled, and looked forward to the oncoming evening.

Erza rocked back and forth on her gold heels, leaning against the door, outside of her apartment in Fairy Hills. She was dressed to the nines: a gold sequined dress with only a left shoulder strap; the gown draped gracefully over her breasts and then gathered to the right side, then fell in an angle, long on the left, knee length to the right. She wore a pearl necklace and matching earrings, and on the top of her head a gold tiara with tiny, pale pink feathers adorning each side.

Her eyes flicked up to the hall clock: "6:45." Was it too early to head out? She was already set to go, though dressing never took the young lady much time. She had touched up her make up. She had brushed her hair 100 times—as instructed by Lucy. She had even taken the time to paint her nails white. But she was still done too early.

Erza sighed. Jellal probably wouldn't arrive early. Standing around for too long would attract attention; and he couldn't risk that. If she arrived too early, she could wait for him, but she might instead gather too much attention, and the man would have to avoid the area. Was this worth all the effort?

Erza's mind sent her back to the sunset of Tenrou island again to remind her: Yes. Yes it was.

With that in mind, Erza took a deep breath and headed down the stairs of Fairy Hills. She could take the long way about walking to the given address, and manage to arrive without too much extra time. The walk would help her sort out her thoughts. It was definitely worth a shot, at least.

As Erza walked down the city streets, nearing her destination, she found herself walking past town house after town house. Though she had perceived an idea of where she was headed, she still thought there might have been a tiny restaurant, hidden away from wondering eyes, where they could have shared a meal together. Maybe such an ordinary date was too much to expect for a man running from the law.

As Titania reached the end of the street, she saw an old woman outside of her house, sweeping her porch. Erza stepped close and spoke up. "Excuse me, Ma'am. Sorry to bother you, but can you direct me to 732 Baker street?" She asked.

The senior citizen looked at her with a puzzled frown. "I'm sorry, Miss, but Baker street ends here, with 730." She pointed at her own house's street number. "All that's past here are the grassy hills of Baker street."

She gazed out to the green mounds of land, both close and leading out into the distance. "We call them the sunset hills, because they're quite the site at just the right time of day."

Erza stared out into the same hills, and thought about the last sunset she had carved into her heart. "Thank you ma'am, that's all I needed to know." She said, and bowed politely to the elderly lady, before trekking out towards the hills.

Erza walked until she found a hill that she considered to peak the highest amongst all others, and brought herself to a seated position upon the grass. "I hope I understood Jellal's message, and he didn't just make a mistake." She sighed to herself, and rested her chin in her hands.

"You understood quite perfectly." A familiar male voice trailed in from behind.

Erza nearly jumped from her seat, but forced herself to hold together her composure, and instead turned her head to watch Jellal stride up beside her. He had discarded his mask and cape, and she thought he might sparkle in the sunlight—though that might have just been the reflections off her dress. She gazed up into his golden eyes and let out a long awaited sigh.

"That dress looks beautiful in the light, Ms. Scarlet." He said softly, and then came down to a sitting position beside her. He crossed his legs, before she set her palm upon the one closer to her, and scooted towards him.

"It appears I may be over dressed." She said softly, still gazing upon his features.

"Nonsense." He replied.

Erza brought her face closer to his, and her hand travelled off from his leg and over his hand, squeezing it lightly. "Jellal… You were lying about having a fiancé, right?" She asked boldly.

Jellal chuckled. "Of course." Then he sighed, as her lips neared his, "I still don't deserve you, after all I've done."

"That is for me to decide." Erza whispered against his lips, and then closed the gap, softly pressing her mouth against his. But it wasn't enough—she couldn't let him push her away again, she had waited too long for him. Erza wrapped her arms around the man's shoulders, and with a tight pull and a soft hop, she brought herself into his lap. The man gasped at the sudden closeness, and Erza took advantage of the moment and pushed her tongue past his lips.

Jellal moaned softly into her mouth and leaned into the kiss. His hand ran down her back as his tongue met hers and tasted her for the first time. She only separated from him for a split second, to turn her head and take a sharp breath, before diving into his mouth again.

Erza could feel herself being pushed down upon the grassy earth, but gave little mind, as she continued to nurse his lips with her. She felt his breath getting heavy, and slowly departed from his mouth, which nibbled at her lip before she moved away.

Erza found herself laying on her back against the hill, Jellal leaning over her. Her face flushed, realizing she had lost all control as their kisses had carried on. The feeling of soft lips at the pit of her neck caused her to yelp. She inhaled deeply as Jellal laid butterfly kisses up along her collarbone, and kept her hands wrapped around his neck, digging her fingers into his skin.

Jellal's kisses began travelling lower this time, and fell further and further until he came to her bosom, of which her dress had let expose. Erza breathed in sharply as he kissed her breast softly, and her nails dug deeper into the back of his neck. She heard him chuckle and she suddenly became too aware of how hot her face burned.

His lips left her chest and his face traveled back up to hers. "Not now, Erza Scarlet. Not here." He whispered. Erza continued to blush, and averted her eyes from his. "But someday, when I am truly worthy of you, I will come and make you my own." Jellal slid his hands under he back and pulled her up close into an embrace. He buried his face in the side of her neck and took a deep breath, memorizing her scent. "And then you will be mine forever."

Erza's hand trailed down from the blue haired man's neck and smoothed across his cheek. "You will be true to your word?" She asked through cloudy eyes, tears beginning to well up as he whispered to her.

"It's a promise truer than the sunset, my dear Titania." He vowed, and softly kissed the shell of her ear.

Erza smiled softly, as she felt her tears fall down her cheeks. They caught the light of the setting sun and shined with an orange glow, as did the grass of the surrounding hills. Her dress reflected little dots of bright color all around them, and brought about the illusion of fireflies in the evening.

"Kiss me one more time, Jellal." She murmured softly into his shoulder. "I want this to be a sunset I never forget."

"Gladly." Jellal exhaled softly, and slowly pushed the shining young woman back into the grass before leaning over her and enveloping her mouth in a kiss once more.

She would never, ever forget this sunset.

End