A/N: In which Jellal and Erza go out on a date.
"You have sauce on your face," Erza giggled.
Jellal blushed, grabbing a napkin and preparing to wipe his face clean. He frowned when the redhead stopped him, confusion drifting into his mind when she scooted closer. They sat in one of the booths, so she didn't have to get out of her chair to move over nor did they have to sit apart.
"Let me," she suggested, a seductive smirk playing her lips. It was then Jellal knew he was screwed, because she could be a devious little vixen when she wanted to be.
"Uh, I-I don't think-"
She was nipping and licking his face before he could decline her generous offer. With a groan, he threw a couple twenty-dollar bills onto the table and grabbed his date, pulling her in the direction of the exit.
"What's wrong, Jellal?" She teased, already knowing what she had caused.
"As if you don't know," he mumbled, moodily. "And I was enjoying my spaghetti, too. What if I didn't want desert right away?"
She laughed, a genuine, heart-warming laugh. "Well, you're getting it anyways. I was done with my cake and bored of waiting for you."
And he had to smile at that.