This chapter is going to be focused on Erza and Jellal (Jerza) and it is my first attempt at writing anything lemon-like. So if you don't want to read it, then you can skip it, there is very little actual plot, just their relationship in this story. Also they are probably a little OCC, this is because I am kind of head-cannoning a less depressed Jellal and little more laid back Erza then what they are portrayed in the Manga, so if that also bothers you, then I am sorry. Enjoy!
Erza managed to snag three more pieces of cake and allowed herself one glass of champagne before the intermission ended. The rest of the night went by quickly and there were no further comments at her table about what had happened earlier.
"It has come to the end of our charity auction this evening," Hibiki announced after the last item had been won. "Our event organizer Miss Husui Fiore would like to say a few words of thanks in honor of all of our sponsors."
There was a loud round of clapping as she made her way up the stage in her shimmery dress. She smiled out at the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen," she began. "I would like to offer my personal thanks to everyone who participated in tonight's festivities. Your support is most graciously appreciated, those who purchased any of our auction items and to those to donated, I say thank you."Erza didn't want to sound paranoid but she was sure that the girl was looking right at her as she spoke. "The Fiore family is honored to be involved in such a great cause and we hope to continue our support in the future."
There was another round of applause and even a few standing ovations. She smiled and did a small half-bow to the crowd, said a few words to Jenny and Hibiki that the microphone didn't catch and then gracefully walked off the stage. People started standing up and making their way to the exit, Erza stayed seated and waited for the crowd to thin out a little bit before she followed them. If she could avoid talking to anyone else tonight she would be happy.
"Detective Scarlett, I am afraid I must leave you once again." Unfortunately Ichiya had also chosen to linger a few extra minutes. "But I shall see you soon, my honey." He drifted away quickly before Erza could come up with a response, his dark and stoic companion beside sighed heavily, she was ready to go home and take a long shower before crawling into bed. She looked around for the Mayor but he was nowhere to be seen, he must have been one of the first to sneak out.
Erza managed to make it back to the foyer and get her coat without talking to anyone else, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and tried to dial a taxi to come and pick her up. She tried a few times and kept getting the busy signal, it was a hectic night because of the long weekend no doubt. Erza weighed her options, she could try and find another ride or she could start to walk home and keep trying the cab company until she got through to someone. She decided to do the latter and stepped out into the street, not drawing any attention to herself in the confusion of cars and limos picking up the other guests. Or so she thought.
She walked two blocks until she came to a place where she could either cut through an alley or go all the way around and add an extra five minutes to her walk. She checked her clutch to make sure her gun was ready if she needed it and then walked into the dimly lit alley. She was more than halfway across when a car suddenly pulled out in front of her, blocking her way out. Erza was too startled to react for a few heartbeats, but then when she heard the click of a car door opening she made a grab for her purse and gun.
"Erza," came a voice from the car, one she knew and trusted. "It's just me." The back driver's side door opened and the Mayor was sitting in the seat.
Erza let out the breath that she had been holding involuntarily. "You," she hoped her voice wasn't shaking too bad. "What are you doing here?"
"Get in," he responded like he hadn't heard the question and then moved over to make room.
Erza got into the car and sat beside him. "You didn't have to do that," she murmured. "Follow me I mean."
"After what happened at the auction I needed to make sure that you got home alright." Jellal answered. "You should have called for a cab."
"I tried but the lines were too busy, I couldn't get through so I decided to walk."
"The streets can be dangerous at night alone even for a police officer."
"I can take care of myself," Erza replied a little dryly, he also didn't know about her purse.
"I know you can, but I'm still going to worry." Instead of being apologetic he said it like he was stating a simple fact. Erza wanted to be mad at him for following her but she couldn't, she knew that his concern was genuine. The drive was quick since Erza lived close to the downtown area and when the driver pulled up in front of her large building she opened the door and hopped out quickly. "Thank you for the ride Mayor Fernandez, I will keep in touch."
Before she could shut the door Jellal held up a hand. "Wait, I'll make sure that you get in ok," he told her and followed her out of the car.
"That isn't necessary," she replied. "It's a very safe building."
"Please Erza, for my own peace of mind." Now that they were alone he wasn't being formal anymore. She sighed and allowed him to follow her though the front door and into the small lobby. Her building was not quite expensive enough for a doorman or security despite the fact it was in a good neighbourhood. Despite that Erza felt safe there, her neighbours were nice and she never saw strangers roaming the halls. They got on the elevator and rode it to the sixth and top floor, the bell dinged and the door slid open showing them the empty hallway.
"Are you satisfied?" She asked him. He didn't reply but lifted up his arm in a 'ladies first' gesture and Erza walked out of the elevator with Jellal following behind her. She unlocked her door and opened it. "See," she motioned into the dark apartment. "No boogymen here or do you want to come in and check that too?" Erza was surprised when he took it as an actual invitation and strolled through the open door, turning the light on as he went.
"I wasn't being serious."
"I know," Jellal replied, looking around her apartment. He turned and looked her in the face seriously." I have to apologize for tonight, someone tried to get to me and I don't like that they dragged you into it."
Erza closed the front door and leaned against it. "No, it's not your fault. We need to be more careful and not draw attention to ourselves, which is why you shouldn't be here now," she added gently.
"I can't help it." Jellal ran a hand through his jelled hair so that it stood up in its normal spiked look. "When I saw you up on that stage tonight it shocked me, I didn't think that it would happen like that. I thought that if anyone ever suspected anything it would come back on me." He lowered his eyes and looked away. "I know that I need to leave you but I can't make myself do it."
Erza fought the urge to wrap her arms around him and hold him until everything was better. Instead she took a step closer and gently laid a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright," she whispered softly. "I don't want you to leave."
Jellal looked down at her through half closed eyes; he slowly raised a hand until it met her cheek. "Thank-you," he answered solemnly. Jellal lowered his head until it met Erza's, the kiss was light and chaste and he had every intention of ending it there but once contact was made it sent a tremor of heat between them. Erza threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, every second that they continued Jellal could feel his composure slipping away.
He tried to take a step back to regain himself but Erza followed him, not giving him an inch until he hit the wall with his back softly and accidently shut the light off again with his shoulder. Caught between Erza and the wall his reservations faded away, the darkness now surrounded them and it felt safer somehow, like no one was watching. He lowered his hands to her slim waist and then down to her bottom, he had to break their kiss in order to lean in for leverage but took it as an opportunity to nuzzle her cheek, then her ear and finally her neck softly.
"What are you doing?" Erza asked breathlessly into Jellal's hair, his movement forced her to hold tighter to his shoulders so she didn't fall over as he leaned forward.
"You started it." She heard him mumble against her neck between soft kisses. She was about to explain that wasn't what she meant when suddenly Jellal dipped low enough to be able to slip a strong forearm underneath her butt and lift her off her feet. Erza let out a surprised shriek, almost losing her balance again and sending them both to the ground. She wasn't petite or a light weight but Jellal held her easily against him, their faces were now level with each other. Erza helped by kicking off her shoes and wrapping her legs around his waist as much as the wall would allow, their mouths met again but this time on equal ground.
The kisses were stronger, hotter, hungrier, and it wasn't long before Erza loosened her arms from his neck so that she could start prying at the knot in his tie and the buttons on his shirt. Jellal realized her intentions immediately but he knew he would have to change position before he could reciprocate her actions. Moving from against the wall he took a step forward in search of a better surface but the motion and Erza wiggling against him he lost his balance slightly and propelled too quickly, crashing into opposite wall.
"Ouch." He heard Erza breathe but it didn't seem to slow her down, his tie was now gone and the buttons down to his navel undone.
"I'm sorry." He backed off the wall and followed it until something hit him in the leg, he felt out with the hand not holding her up and found it was a flat surface about his waist height. Perfect. He deposited her onto it and slid her across the smooth wood, ignoring her moans of protest from the loss of contact. There was a crash and the sound of shattering glass as her body pushed something over the opposite edge. Erza realized that they had made it to her kitchen table and had ultimately killed the shallow hand blown glass bowl she kept full of apples on it, but she didn't lament its untimely demise.
Taking advantage of the fact that his arms were free she pulled at his dress jacket until it was over his shoulders and then did the same with his shirt, Jellal followed her lead shaking them off completely and letting them fall to the floor in a pile. Halfway finished, Erza grabbed at his belt and pulled him closer towards her so that he was right up against the table between her legs; she wrapped them around him again and grinded her hips upwards towards him. Jellal groaned at the intimate contact, it felt like his pants were getting tighter the more she groped at him.
He reached behind her raised shoulders and searched for a zipper to get her out of the black dress. Frustrated when he didn't find anything he realized that the dress was too skin-tight to pull off without ripping and he didn't want to do that. Meanwhile Erza already had his belt undone and was unzipping his pants eagerly, almost panting in anticipation and was unaware of his predicament with the dress. It must be one of those ones that have the discreet zippers under the armpit and he wasn't about to get her to stop undressing him to lift up an arm.
Jellal decided to go for the easiest access available to him, feeling the need to catch up since Erza now had his pants undone and was pulling them as far down as she could reach. He slid his hands under her hips and pushed them up off the table. Erza gasped again in surprise and was forced to let go of his waist since her arms could no longer reach with that angle. Still holding her onto the table with one hand, Jellal slipped the other up one raised leg and under her dress skirt until he found what he was looking for. When she felt Jellal hit her sweet spot Erza closed her eyes and arched her back up from the table moaning deeply.
"Stay still," he teased, his voice husky and low. He tugged at her underwear, pulling it slowly down a trembling thigh, his fingers skimmed her soft skin in a gently caress. Erza moaned again, breathing quickly, the mood changing from aching urgency to gradual anticipation. His hand crept back up to her under the skirt, now that he was in the right position and there was nothing blocking his touch Jellal wanted to savor this moment as long as he could.
"Stop teasing," Erza panted from the table. "J-Jellal, touch me!"
His long fingers finally made it back to the place he wanted to be. "Yes," he replied in a whisper. "Right there." As he started to stroke her he leaned forward so that the forearm that had holding her was now resting on the table beside her to steady her wiggling hips. Jellal was amazed at how supple and moist Erza had already become as he nudged his index finger into her hot core. So he began to caress her in the most intimate way possible, making tiny exploratory circles that gradually became larger as he gaged his tempo from her reactions.
Jellal could tell that she was close to her first release when she started to whimper in pleasure and with her hips trying to buck in time with his strokes, so he tenderly added a second finger inside her. The response was immediate, Erza almost screamed as she went over the edge into orgasm, her body spasming in one long shudder that ran all the way down to her curled toes. Jellal pulled his hand out from under her skirt and leaned down over top of her until he was close enough to plant a kiss on her hot forehead just below her hairline.
"Ahh," she panted, opening her eyes to look up at him and just being able to make out his face in the dim light from outside the window. "That was…" She had no words to describe it, just the feeling of elation that was currently flowing through her body.
"Thank-you," Jellal murmured and Erza didn't know why he felt he needed to thank her, she should be the one thanking him, and she could think of one way how. Reaching down she was just able to grab a hold of him through his briefs, he sucked in a breath and moved closer.
"Do it," she whispered in his ear. "Right now, fast." Jellal didn't need to be told twice; he helped her pull his undies down just far enough to be exposed and then moved her dress skirt up and out of the way. He pulled her as close to the table's edge as she could get without falling off and then entered her in one swift continuous motion. Erza gasped and arched her back off the table, only his steadying hand kept her from taking the tumble over the edge.
"Keep going," she moaned, tightening her legs against him. Jellal took the suggestion and started thrusting deeply. Pretty soon they were breathing in unison and in time with the rocking motion, Jellal could feel himself getting close, the familiar pressure building inside. Erza started to whimper, the sign that Jellal knew meant she was getting close to another orgasm and when it hit he could feel the rippling in her muscles as they contracted. This time she did scream a high pitched wail of ecstasy that was too much for him to take and so he joined her with a feral grunt of his own as he came. Jellal staggered, needing both elbows on the table now in order to keep him from falling completely forward which would crush her under his weight or backward onto the floor.
In this position he could feel Erza's hot breath coming out in little puffs on his neck and despite having just finished he started stirring again while still buried inside her. This surprised him, he's never had that short of a recovery period with anyone else and it had been awhile since he had had sex with anyone, if anything he should be out of practice but here he was ready to go again because of something that most people would not even consider sexy. He knew that it wasn't because someone was breathing on his neck, but because it was Erza, breathless and sated beneath him that made him ready to do for round two. J
ellal also knew that if they kept going they would need to a change in location, now that the need had temporarily died down it was safe to move. The only problem was that like before Jellal couldn't bring himself to move, not even to remove himself from her, even though he knew he should.
"Bedroom," Erza murmured in his ear as if she could read his thoughts. "Down the hallway on the right."
Jellal grunted his understanding and moved backwards enough so that they lost the intimate contact but he was still between her legs. Jellal kicked off his shoes, pants and then his underwear so that it wouldn't trip him up when he walked. He was now completely naked while she still had most of her clothes on, reaching down he lifted her up onto his shoulder in a modified firemen's carry. Erza giggled and kicked her legs in amusement which sent her loose panties down to dangle on one ankle; Jellal snatched them and threw them behind in on his own clothes pile. He started to slowly start walking along the table's edge so that he wouldn't bump into anything else, he didn't anticipate the sharp jab to his heel.
"Fuck!" He jumped and nearly dropped Erza in surprise.
"Be careful, there's broken glass," she warned a little too late.
"I'm ok," he lied as he limped onward gingerly, trying to avoid more large pieces but it wasn't glass that he stepped on next but one of the apples from the bowl. Tripping on the round object he went sprawling into another wall but was able to catch himself before hitting his head or Erza's rear.
"Are you ok?!" Erza asked in concern from on top of his shoulder.
"Yep," he managed to respond with as much dignity as he had left. "Good news, I found the hallway." He felt over to the right side of the narrow hallway and then followed it down to the first doorway, blindly finding the doorknob and opening the door to Erza's room. Thankfully her curtains were open and pale moonlight filled the room making it easier for him to find the bed. He plonked Erza down ungracefully in the middle and then jumped up on it after her, no longer caring that he was probably getting blood from his foot all over her bedspread. "Made it," he mumbled. "Now how do you get this dress off?"
Sunlight was spilling through the window and falling across Erza's face, she couldn't remember why she had left the blinds open but right now she was really regretting it. She groaned into her pillow and tried to bury her face deeper into the softness; she involuntarily stretched out one of her legs and froze when she hit something solid next to her.
Erza whipped her head up and looked over at the other side of the bed, Jellal was sleeping peacefully with one arm cradling his head and the other lying limply beside him. Erza was glad that he sudden movements hadn't woken him up, she was feeling awkward enough as it was. She glanced up at her bedside clock and started to panic for a different reason, it was already after 7am and she still needed to shower before heading down to the station. Erza kicked the blanket off and rose to get out of bed, not expecting the strong hand to grab her by the back of the shirt and pull her back into bed.
"Hey!" She cried out as she fell back. "What are you doing?"
"Don't leave," he replied in a drowsy mumble. He still looked like he was sleeping but the hand that had been laying causal beside him was now keeping Erza from getting out of the bed. "Stay."
"I have to go to work." She shrugged him off and got out of the bed this time unhindered. "So do you."
"I don't want to be the mayor today,it's Sunday..." he uncharacteristically whined and buried his face into his pillow like Erza had done before.
"I'm late and you're late," she chided, finding his irresponsible side refreshing from the controlled and detached demeanor that he usually had.
"But you're wearing my shirt." She heard his reply, muffled by the pillow. Erza looked down and realized he was right, she remembered snagging it off the floor in the kitchen when they had gone in search of Jellal's phone to send his driver home sometime during the night. Despite a couple of attempts to leave he had ended up staying the night and Erza couldn't help the sliver of dread that entered her stomach reflecting on their actions in the daylight.
"Sorry." She quickly undid the buttons and slipped it off, throwing it back onto the bed. She grabbed her bathrobe off her dresser and quickly left the room, ignoring Jellal's feeble protests.
Her bathroom as just across the hall and easy for her to duck into, she shut the door but didn't lock it and dropped the robe on the floor. Leaning against the sink she gazed at herself in the mirror, her make-up wasn't as smudged as it could have been, at least she didn't have racoon eyes or clown lips. Her hair was a frizzed out mess of tangles that would need to be washed thoroughly before she could get the knots out.
She sighed and turned to get into the walk in shower but then noticed something else in the reflection. A very small purple-ish bruise was forming near her collarbone, Erza tried to rack her brain and think about when she would have gotten hit in the neck last night and then it occurred to her and she started to blush. A hickey! That jerk had given her a hickey! Caught somewhere between indignation and mortification she rushed into the glass shower so that she wouldn't have to look at the evidence anymore.
She turned the water on as hot as she could stand it and held her head underneath the strong stream, she then lathered up her hair and tried to finger comb out all the knots but there were just too many. Once she was done cleaning herself she stood there in the hot water and enjoyed the feeling of the water rushing off her whole body. She thought about the previous evening, before her and Jellal had gone up to her apartment. Somebody suspected that they had some kind of relationship that was more than work related, after what happened last night Erza wondered if the chemistry between them was that obvious that anyone could pick up on it.
She was just contemplating how she would be able to further limit her public contact with the mayor when she heard the door to the shower open. She had her eyes closed, so she felt rather than saw someone tentatively climb in with her. Arms snaked around her shoulders in a naked behind bear hug. "What are you doing in here for so long?" Jellal asked in his soft voice.
"Having a shower," Erza answered without a trace of sarcasm.
She allowed him to lean into her. "I wish I could stay like this forever," Jellal breathed into her wet hair. "Don't make me leave." Erza wanted him to stay desperately but she knew that it was not something they should be risking. Instead of telling him that she just stood there in silence and enjoyed the feeling while she had it, they would have to go back to the real world soon but she could make it last.
So there you go, hopefully it's not too corny and unrealistic but I really need the practice at writing things like that. As it was I had to take a few break to laugh to myself before I could continue writing. Thanks for reading!