A/N: In which mistakes are made and Jellal is threatened.
They honestly did not know how it happened.
"Jellal! Can you help me?!" Erza cried out, frustrated beyond relief. Hell, she wasn't only frustrated with the situation on their hands at the moment, she was sexually frustrated too.
"I'm trying, damn it," he groaned, continuing to gently untangle the scarlet strands from the lacy black bra strap. He was annoyed at their luck, sure, but that didn't mean he was willing to hurt her. No matter how long this took, he'd untangle every strand of hair from this damned contraption and make sure every single one of them stayed stuck to her pretty head.
"Jellal!" She all but barked. "Now is not the time to be gentle, can you pleasehurry up?!"
"But I-"
"My hair will grow back, but your testicles will not."
Suffice to say Jellal hastily ripped away the bra and threw it across the room.