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Poetry In Motion
the final downpour of metaphors
Chapter Four: Just Because
Erza was frowning the whole time.
It was supposed to be a great-no-classes-day but she found herself stuck inside the living room for no particular reason. She didn't know why, but to her, the state she was currently in reminded her that she was indeed an idiot—a redhead with a size of a pea for logic and judgment. She's an aspiring lawyer damn it! If she needs to pass this, she has got to have more brains than that.
She sighed for what seemed like the tenth time, and couldn't help but toss her scarlet tresses aside.
The heat was killing her. Sure the lounge provided much more breathing space compared to her small room which was always the first one to be hit by the streaks of the sun's rays, but she was perspiring so much she almost thought of stripping down to her underwear.
But she couldn't, because someone else was there with her and was becoming too much of an eyesore to her peripheral vision.
"Don't you have classes or anything?" Erza groaned, pulling on her tank top to prevent the white cloth material from sticking to her skin. It was one of those hot days when you can do nothing but whine and complain, and the season really picked the worst day to aggravate her with the heat wave. She was just glad that she wore cotton shorts; at least her thighs and legs could breathe.
"I wouldn't be here if I had classes Erza." he chuckled as he watched her from the opposite couch, sitting relaxed and keeping his eyes fixed on her lying form. The ultramarine had to admit that the sight right in front of him was one of those rare moments where she would actually set aside her barriers and let her guard down. He watched in unadulterated amusement as she repeatedly tossed around from side to side, picking the right spot to rest her clammy skin.
She's really gorgeous, the ultramarine thought and as much as he hated to deny it, he eventually found himself staring unabashedly at her; phthalo green eyes adjusting to the sunbathed living room and magnifying from a distance the very figure that set him in a trance. He started with her hair, that long, silky red hair. He watched as she finally gathered the strands, dragging the red waterfall to a single place on top of her head and spinning them together like thread around a spool; soon after the rivulets became a crimson whirlpool which paved the way to bring his forest green eyes to the most tantalizing part just below the spilling strands of her scarlet locks. The creamy, white skin coated in the finest film of sweat amplified the potential of her nape, making the said body part an alluring agent enough to make Jellal dart his tongue out and lick his now dry lips.
He took advantage of his long fringes as they hooded every heated gaze he threw at her—from the huge swell of her chest, to the small portion of her back and taut stomach, and all the way down to her well rounded bottom and the shapely length of her long legs. He took her form in, carefully imprinting every curve and every flaw, like the small, pinkish scar on her left hip, or the mole situated on her elbow or...or how her nimble fingers gracefully dove right down into the depths of the bowl placed on top of a table, searching for something.
Jellal held his breath; her appendages took a couple of ice cubes, letting them drip for a second before shoving them into her mouth. A soft sound of appreciation left her lips as the frozen liquid cooled her somehow. A small bead of water trickled down the corner of her mouth before teasingly rolling down her chin, hanging like a drew drop at the first bliss of the morning wake and then dropping unceremoniously just above her collarbone, gravity breaking it down into smaller beads of water and melding onto her skin unnoticed.
The ultramarine didn't know, but right now, she was playing her role of being a distraction really well. And all he wanted to do right at that moment was press his lips on her skin and drag them to the length of her neck, all the way up to her chin and to the corner of her lips—
"—do you want to?"
He went rigid from the sudden outburst of her question. Had she noticed the way he looked at her that she so willingly volunteered herself to fix the mess he was right now? And did he want to? Hell yes!
He gulped before quietly adding, "May I?"
Erza lazily glanced at him before shrugging and stuffing another ice cube into her mouth.
"Yeah sure, go ahead."
The redhead had only two seconds to realize that he was now sitting right in front of her, his face slowly closing in on hers. Alarmed, she bolted up from her position and sat up, effectively distancing herself from his suffocating frame.
"What the hell do you think you're—"
The last thing that caught her vision, was her book, hitting the floor before his lips slammed onto hers.
Jellal could feel the hot and cold mushing together, making the ice melt at the onslaught of the heated kiss. The redhead managed to kick him off and send him to the floor, her face flushed, her breaths coming in short and quick pants as she glared at the man who almost made her melt like the frozen liquid dripping from her chin.
"What the hell did you do that for?!"
He collected himself before tilting his head from one side, his face plastered with a disappointed look.
"No steam?"
Erza blushed a violent shade of red before letting out another frustrated remark.
"Steam? That's your concern?"
"I was kind of hoping there'll be at least a puff because the ice was cold and our lips are—"
"Enough! What the fuck is running through that screwed up head of yours? We've only been rooming together for a few days and then suddenly you'd just kiss me? Just like that?"
"What are you so upset about?" Jellal stood up, feeling the sudden rush of excitement getting drained out of him; he rolled his eyes. "Besides, you were the one who made a move first."
The redhead snorted, "Me?"
"Hn, 'do you want to?'" Jellal mimicked the way she spoke and shook his head, losing interest in her already.
"That's just half of what I asked. I distinctly remember asking, 'I've got a more ice cubes here; you can try and cool yourself down,'" and then Erza reiterated every word as her eyes narrowed to slits. "Do. You. Want. To?"
Oh.
"Well you didn't specify where I can get the ice cubes."
"Oh, so you just assumed that it was going to be inside my mouth then?"
"No, I knew I had to take them from inside your—"
Erza raised a hand and effectively shut him up.
"Alright, I've had just about enough of your antics."
"Come on, loosen up will you?" he tried reaching for her arm but the redhead slapped his hand away.
"This had just officially ended whatever good things I thought you had. I can't do this, this isn't working out."
"What's not working out?" he smirked, another playful spark building up within him.
"This arrangement of me sharing a room and spending an awful lot of wasted time with you!"
"And apparently, you're stuck with me for the whole semester Miss Scarlet." he teased.
"Not if I have any say in it." she muttered before picking up the fallen text on the ground and getting out of the place she called a hellhole.
"What do you mean you can't do anything about it?" her day that was supposed to be spent on shopping, or reading books or recreational activities turned out to be one of the most stressful days of her life.
The platinum haired girl batted her eyelashes before speaking in her usual summertime voice.
"I'm sorry Miss Scarlet, but I can't just simply transfer you to another room, and if I did, it will not change the fact that you'd still be living with a boy."
"I don't care! Just, just not with him. Anyone would be fine! Anyone at all!"
"I'm really sorry," Mirajane shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "You will have to wait 'til next semester to make new arrangements. Until then, try your best to make the most out of your time will Jellal-kun."
Jellal-kun, Jellal-kun my ass! Why is everybody always in favor of him?
She needed a break, and tomorrow was the perfect day to chill out.
Tomorrow was movie time with Lucy.
She didn't know what to bring so Erza just played it safe and picked up a couple bags of microwavable popcorn, bottles of soda and a decent pack of chips.
The redhead seemed excited; who wouldn't be though, if after all, the previous days had been a bother and energy-draining. It was her turn to finally pay when a sudden chill ran down her spine. Carefully unloading the last bag of popcorn, she looked behind her, only to find a certain blue-haired man smirking right back at her with a paper bag full of what seemed to be his food supply for the week. He casually waved at her and she shook her head, rolling her eyes as she took out some bills.
It was not too long after she started counting her change when a familiar presence loomed over her; without turning around or looking up, she sighed irritably and spoke like she was talking to an incredibly rude stranger.
"I've no time to spare."
She heard him chuckle and thinking that any response would only nurse his ego, she decided to shrug this one off and settled for the safest method.
Erza walked away from him.
"Hey," Jellal followed suit and tucked the paper bag between his arm and torso, his hands free and lifted in midair. "You want help with that?"
"No." she snapped back.
"You're still not mad about what happened yesterday right?"
"Yes I am, so back off."
"Alright, alright, it was my fault. I admit," his tone turned serious and with this, the redhead finally brought her head up to meet his eyes. "Can we start all over again?"
"No. Now for the last time, leave me alone."
Jellal smiled, falling behind her fast pace.
"So, I'll see you later then?"
From a distance, Erza just kept a victorious smile all to herself.
Oh, but Jellal-kun, you won't be seeing me for the rest of the weekend.
A/N: Short chapter I know, but it'll get better/longer :) BTW please drop by my profile page, got a poll going on, and I want your opinion/votes and ideas for my next story. Brought up a few choices and if you want something else that's not on the options, don't hesitate to PM me :D
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