A/N: In which Jellal enjoys playing with his wife's hair.
Pulling her close, he held his wife's body against his own, the bed sheets pulled up to their chests. It was a cold, December night, and the duo reveled in each other's body heat opposed to the chilly air that hung in the room despite the heater being on. Erza smiled slightly, burying herself further into Jellal's arms as he tangled his fingers in her hair, gently combing out the long, scarlet tresses.
"Promise me you'll never cut it short," he murmured quietly, dropping a kiss to her forehead. "Don't you ever take a pair of scissors to your hair, alright?"
"Of course not," she agreed, yawning. He chuckled throatily, hands still running through her hair. it was moments like this that they enjoyed the most. Moments where they didn't have priorities, moments where the mayhem that was their guild didn't affect them. Sure, they loved their guildmates; after all, they were all a huge family, and family looked after, and loved, each other. But Jellal would be lying if he said that he didn't live for the quiet moments, the moments where it was just him and Erza.
They were his favourite moments.