Request: jellal having a cold

One-Shot:

He sneezed again. Letting his head fall slack, he shook for a moment before closing his eyes to ease the tremors. He heard the door to the bedroom open, soon followed by rustling as his wife walked over to the bed.

"This," Erza muttered angrily to herself as she placed the bowl of broth onto the nightstand. "Is why you don't go outside in the rain."

Upon hearing the accusation, he brought his head up and glared at her, not making nay move to reach for the soup. "I was locked out."

"With good reason," Erza shot back, glaring at crossing her arms. Despite everything, Jellal couldn't stop his eyes from roaming down her body; she wore her nightgown, which, really, was a bunch of lace sewn into a slip that hung off of her revealing everything to his eyes. She wasn't even wearing anything underneath, for crying out loud! She shouldn't be allowed to be so damn seducing while they weren't on good terms.

"Oh really?" He snarled, ignoring the sharp, needle-like pain in his stomach. True, they were newlyweds, but even before, he'd never fought with his love like this. Not to the point where she was screaming, crying and shoving him out of the room. Last night had been brutal, and really, all he wanted to do was pull her into the bed with him and ride off into oblivion. But no, they were still arguing. "So you weren't flirting with him?"

She threw her arms up in the air, her anger getting the best of her. "No! How many times am I going to have to tell you that?"

"You could've fooled me! How the hell am I supposed to trust you, Erza?!"

That did it. She felt her eyes water against her will. "Really, Jellal? Now you're refusing to trust me? Maybe this marriage was a bad idea after all."

He sucked in a breath; he knew he went to far. Paying no heed to the regret that flashed across his face, she whirled and decided to try and leave the room, but to find Jellal grabbing her wrist and yanking her in the direction of the bed. Gasping, she fell into his lap, vulnerable to his arms that came up to hold her against him.

Jellal had had enough of their fighting. He had had enough of her tears. Everything was making him sick to his stomach; it was time to prove to her they, this, was worth fighting for.

Whirling her around so that she was pressed against his front, he slammed his lips onto her's, ignoring her fists that were pounding against his naked chest.

On Erza's part, she didn't know how to react. One minute he was accusing her of cheating on him, the other he was angrily kissing her. What was she supposed to do? Falling slack, she let her husband do as he pleased; as soon as he realized she was fighting him anymore, he softened his touches, caressing her cheek until he, they, couldn't breath. Pulling away, he gazed down at her, a soft smile adorning his lips. She blinked up at him, uncertain.

"I'm sorry," he began softly, closing his eyes and touching foreheads with her. "I…overreacted. You had every right to get mad at me."

Upon instinct, Erza reached up and touched her lover's face, watching him lean into her touch immediately. She knew, really, that healthy relationships had to have fights, but it didn't mean they didn't hurt.

She also knew that this time, Jellal was really apologizing and not trying to brush it off as he had done the night before. Relenting, she wrapped her arms around his neck, drinking in the sight of his tightened bicep muscles and his washboard abs. She resisted the urge to drool; she was married to perfection.

"It's okay," Erza responded quietly. "I guess I should've done more to stop him."

"No," Jellal answered firmly. "Just because we're married doesn't mean you have to isolate yourself and I realize that now. I truly am sorry, Erza."

She gave him a legitimate smile, glad that their fight was done and over with, and Jellal couldn't hold in his desire any longer. With his wife pressed up against him and nothing more than lace barricading them, there was no way he could last another minute.

With that thought in mind, he growled and rolled them over, proceeding to show her just how much he loved her.