Instincts and Reflexes
When that disfigured lump, or blob, so called Ichiya hurtled towards Erza at such a speed, Jellal did the only thing he could. He threw himself at her, shielding her from such a monstrosity as any gentleman would, or in this case any right minded person, and pushed her into the water.
Of course, it was only natural that he would push her in the chest. It would have been way too hard to tackle her waist underwater or to aim for her face, considering he could have broken her nose and squashed it into a mass (he shuddered at the thought). It was, of course, a matter of reflex rather than because of his subconscious thoughts when he had done that.
Not that he had been admiring her breasts for the past minute or so when she was talking to him. No, of course not, that would make him a pervert.
And by all means, he was not groping her. Although he had to admit that they were oh so soft but yet quite perky.
He coloured at the thought and coughed nervously.
Then, his survival instincts kicked in at long last and he withdrew his hands sharply, although he was pretty sure that she could tell that they had lingered there for a tad bit too long. But hey, who could blame him? He was a hot blooded male and she was his sexy half naked crush.
Absolutely understandable in his opinion.
Now, he mused to himself as she sat on his face, what could she be thinking about now?