Request: Jellal or Erza (or both) drunk

One-Shot:

They had won their fights, won their battles, and now it was time to do what they did best: party 'till dawn.

The ladies of the guild, including Ultear and Meredy of course, sat around getting ready. In the end, they had convinced the king into naming the fugitive trio free, so the party was celebrating their long-awaited release, too; even Jellal would be there (courtesy of a certain, blonde dragonslayer). So, naturally, Erza felt the need to look as best as she could, and enlisted Mira's help to do so.

In hindsight, that probably wasn't the smartest idea.

"Mira, are you sure?" She asked yet again, eyeing herself in the mirror. The woman who stared back most certainly was not herself, it couldn't be! The blood-red tresses had been curled, and half of it was pinned up whilst the rest furled around her shoulders, bouncing with the lightest step. Her makeup had been dark, aiding her already beautiful features with black eye shadow (with sparkles, of course, Mira's touch), mascara and light eyeliner. Erza and makeup, Mira decided, did not go well.

The dress, though, was completely throwing her off. A short, black number, it ended less than 2 inches below her butt, the silken material taut against her flushed skin. It was both backless and strapless, and Erza had a feeling she would have to repeatedly pull it out to make sure she didn't flash anyone that night. A single pendant hung off her neck: a beautiful heart-shaped crystal made out of the birthstones of her closest friends on a white-gold chain; it had been a gift. Tall, black heels finished the outfit. She couldn't go outside in this!

"Trust me," Mira insisted.

"He'll have you out of that thing by midnight," Cana smirked.

"Nah, I say 10," Ultear laughed, her eyes twinkling.

Erza twitched, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Are you guys sure he'll like it?"

The ladies, realizing Erza was feeling scared, shut up, letting Mira walk closer to the redhead and wrap her arms around her. The barmaid herself was wearing a drop-dead gorgeous dress that ended mid-thigh, with a slit running up both ends to allow mobility. "He'll love it, I promise; you're beautiful enough without trying, you look unbelievable when you do!"

Erza wanted to believe that without the death penalty riding above his head, Jellal would reconsider a relationship with her. "A…alright."

Now in the bar, each lady went off to find their respective partner, leaving Erza alone with Meredy, who told her Jellal had said he was with Laxus near the back of the room. Nodding once, she started manuvering through the crowds, slapping away all the wandering hands.

Jellal hadn't seen her until she was a few meters from her table. And he couldn't say his reaction was that of a friend.

He stared at her curvaceous form, hard, as she strutted over to the table (though he'd bet his soul that she didn't even know she was so god-damn seducing), her body barely covered by the short, short dress. How the hell were her legs so long? He couldn't stop himself from letting his eyes trail down her form, taking in her porcelain skin with a hunger in his gaze.

Laxus laughed at the ultramarine and left; he and Erza deserved a night together, whether they fucked or not.

She walked over, not failing to detect how his eyes had traveled down her body. Smiling, she sat down, causing him to blink and return the gesture. "Hi."

He was wearing a dark-blue button down and a pair of black slacks, and Erza couldn't stop her mouth from going dry.

"Hi to you too," he responded after a tense moment. "You look beautiful, Erza."

"You don't look too bad yourself," she had to thank Mira once she got the chance.

Jellal signaled for a waiter, and they both got a considerably strong shot. Smirking, they decided to see who would outlast who.

They were goners from that decision.

"Should we go get them?" Laxus asked Mira from where he stood with his arm around Cana.

"No, no, no!" Cana spoke up. "This is the first time I've ever seen Erza grind against someone!"

"Moreover do something remotely sexual with purpose," Mira agreed from where she sat with Freed.

Jellal and Erza, 110% intoxicated, were on the corner of the dance floor, partially hidden away in the shadows. And really, they lost their minds after the 2nd shot (is what Cana says) and were currently making up for lost time (is what Mira says). Jellal's hands were on her ass and Erza was pressed up against his front. She was rolling her hips like there was no tomorrow and he had his lips glued to his neck, where several hickeys had already formed. The duo had been had it for at least two hours now, and they quartet didn't know whether or not they should stop them. Mira was adamant, though, and when she was adamant she was scary as hell. "No! This is the perfect foundation for a beautiful relationship!"

"A one-night stand?" Laxus asked dryly. What the hell went through in that woman's head?

"Well, to be fair, it wouldn't be a one-night stand," Cana offered. "They'd fuck like rabbits every night after this."

"I'm going to have a wedding to plan!" Mira clapped her hands together.

"And I'm gonna be an auntie in 9 months!"

It's safe to say that the duo woke up with a horrible headache, but also with a new relationship.