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"Try some," he suggests, tilting the cone so the ice-cream is halfway between the two of them. "It's nice."
Erza huffs out a little chuckle. "No, I'm okay, thanks. You keep that mess to yourself."
"Seriously!" he insists, leaning forward to take another lick of the apple sorbet and pulling away with a satisfied hum, trying to tempt her. "Delicious."
Except he does so with a tiny smear of green on his nose. Erza can't stop herself before she yelps out a laugh far too loud and sudden, and he frowns at her in an amused sort of confusion. She can't stop, doesn't even think to reach for tissues or simply tell him, and he continues to look at her with an eyebrow raised until she's wiping a tear from her eye, grinning at him with red cheeks.
"You... absolute dork." Erza doesn't think it through before she does it — it just seems like the logical next step to lean forward and kiss the ice-cream from his nose, finishing with a tiny little lick. She smiles as she pulls away. "I adore you."
Jellal is staring at her, wide-eyed and shocked. "You— I—"
She smacks her lips for effect, loving the way his gaze flicks down to her mouth as she does so. "Delicious," Erza giggles, feeling giddy and sexy and entirely unlike her usual self.
Jellal visibly gulps, all thoughts of ice-cream apparently gone. He raises an unsteady hand to his face, covers his eyes as an embarrassed smile peeks out. Erza can see the tips of his ears blushing red, and is utterly endeared.
His hand lowers slightly. "You... That was sneaky..." he mutters into his palm, looking at her with smiling eyes. "You don't play fair at all."
"Nope," Erza agrees readily, before stealing another lick of the cold treat. "I guess I don't."