A/N: In which Jellal is an insecure mess.
"Erza…" the soft murmur awoke her from her slumber, and the redhead blinked blearily whilst glancing at the clock. The numbers '3:00' glared back at her and she resisted the urge to groan. Missions left them tired and sore, the least she could have was sleep!
"What is it, Jellal?" She rolled in his hold so she was facing him instead. The pain and vulnerability in the blue-haired man's eyes jolted her from her sleep fully and she frowned up at him. Vulnerability usually meant nightmares.
"I…I have a question," he averted his gaze, choosing the stare at the crumpled bedding instead. Flashes from his nightmares seemingly stained his eyelids, images of Erza bathed in red, causing his heart to beat at an erratic pace. His throat clogged up.
"What is it?" Her voice was soft, understanding. The velvet tone of his wife's words soothed his mind, and he found his eyes swinging to meet her own amber irises.
"Do you…do you still love me?" He asked quietly. Erza blinked owlishly at the man for a moment, her brain unable to process the words. And when she did, she gaped at the man she married less than a month ago.
"Did you really just ask me that?"
"I-"
"Damn it, Jellal," she swore under her breath, pushing off the mattress to straddle him. Bending downwards, she placed a passionate kiss on his lips, the duo staying interconnected for a moment before parting. "I'll never stop loving you, how many times do I have to say it?"
The ex-councilman smiled at his lover, wrapping his arms around her tightly and bringing her back down against his chest. "Once more would be nice. Or would it be pushing it?"
She giggled. "I love you, you stupid idiot."
"I love you too, Scarlet."
The nightmares and demons of his past were welcomed, because Erza was his guardian angel who reminded him that he had overcame it all. He had overcame it all just for her.