Wow, already 10 chapters! Didn't I start this a week ago...? I'm obsessed :D

Anyway, I don't know if I'll be uploading as regularly or quickly as now but I will try my best!

Hope you enjoy ;)

Erza awoke when she heard the front door open. She had waited for what had seemed like forever. Tossing and turning. Wandering up and down the short hall, touching the previous burn marks she had caused. Pinning up her hair, then freeing it again. Listening carefully, even contemplating whether to go and look for Jellal. In the end, she had gone to bed, thoughts circling for hours until she had finally managed to doze off.

She had fallen asleep not too long ago, now blinking repeatedly to clear her vision and push through the thick clouds of sleep she had yearned for.

"Jellal?" She croaked into the darkness. There was no answer. For a moment, she thought she had just imagined the sound of the key in the lock, the clicking of the door. Now, everything was silent.

Frowning, she heaved herself out of bed. She shivered when a cold breeze hit her exposed skin, telling her that the front door was still open.

There he was, in the same dark cloak, cape and heavy boots he had left in. She stared at him. He stared at nothing in particular. Just… standing there. As if the world's most complex riddle had been laid out before him. On second thought, more as if he could not decide where up and down were. Or what happened after one opened a door.

"Jellal?" Erza tried again, wincing when he snapped out of his trance. His face was lightly flushed and his eyes half closed. He squinted at her. "Is everything okay?" She closed the door behind him, having to pull out the key from the outside. She put a hand onto his arm to keep his focus on her. "Did you have too much to drink?" She could not help an amused tone.

Slowly, Jellal lowered his gaze to meet hers. She blinked up at him, waiting. His mouth opened but it took another moment for him to speak.

"You're beautiful." He said, smiling. Erza blushed, averting her eyes. His breath smelled of alcohol.

"And you're drunk," she pulled on his arm to get him to move. He staggered and she yelped, supporting him with his arm around her shoulders. For a moment, it felt as if his knees had given in. "Seriously, do they not know that you cannot hold you liquor…" she muttered to herself, dragging him into the bathroom. He slumped against the doorframe and she grimaced on his behalf.

"Erza…" Jellal slurred, tilting his head to the side, still smiling at her, "I-"

"You'd better be able to change by yourself," she interrupted, shaking her head. His shirt and trousers for sleeping were right there, hanging over the towel rail. She looked at it, trying to give him a signal but everything he focused on was her.

Hands on her hips, Erza pulled a face, sighing in defeat. She knelt down to untie his boots, then took off his cape and overcoat. She kept her eyes away from his lowered lids, his warm smile and shining eyes.

She could not believe how his guild had let him walk back on his own. At the same time, another part of her feared that he had led them to the house or that they had dropped him off. It was hard to decide which was worse.

"I'm so glad you're here, Erza," he slurred, almost hypnotised by her mere presence, "you're so-" he almost fell over but she caught him. Tsking to herself, she left him with his toothbrush in hand, which he stared at for a whole minute. Stalking back into the bedroom, Erza tried to warm up again beneath the sheets, attempting to find that comfortable position from before.

She wondered whether he had been able to keep his house a secret and had escaped them, rather than having been abandoned. She doubted it, considering his current wit. But they must have been curious – they would have given her some comment or would have been sniggering behind a corner or done something she would have noticed. There had to be some explanation that would let her sleep in peace. How could this just not have ended in a disaster?

She frowned, closing her eyes. More than anything, she wondered whether he had kept them a secret. And if they had actually disbanded the guild, making him free to join another. He was a wizard – an extremely powerful one, too. He would have to join a guild to earn money with magic. He could…

Erza closed her eyes, drifting off into dream scenarios. Jellal – a member of Fairy Tail. Both of them being S-Class mages, going on missions together, fighting side by side, paying off their house that they returned to every night…

Erza froze when the mattress behind her lowered. She had not even heard him enter the room, too lost in thoughts. He seemed to be the sleepy drunk, which was a little boring if not a relief. She was no better. She was by far worse – aggressive and almost mindless. He appeared to take a long time to comprehend but he was still honest and himself.

Jellal took a while to arrive in the middle of the bed. He shuffled with the blanket, scooting closer until she sunk in towards his weight behind her. His hands found her waist and before she could turn around, he had pulled her against him, enclosing her stomach with both of his arms.

"Erza…" he almost purred. She opened her mouth to answer, still concerned about his state when suddenly, his lips brushed her back. Erza's pulse shot up. Her breath hitched up into her throat.

They touched again. This time, there was no way she could pretend it to be unintentional. Jellal gradually dragged his mouth across her exposed upper back, applying a hint of pressure, kissing her so tenderly she shivered.

He trailed upwards, toward the back of her neck. Lightly sucking on her supple skin, he made her sigh unintentionally. Erza squeezed her eyes closed, her head spinning, white spots appearing in front of her inner eye. She flared up with blush, her heart leaping wildly.

"Jellal," her voice came out huskier than she had wanted, "wait…" she breathed, almost panted. With every fibre of her body fighting for her to be able to move, she turned. Her hands aimed at his chest, ready – at least hoping – to push him away. She had a hard time doing so when his arms roamed her back, pressing her against him.

"Mhm…" she moaned involuntarily when his lips continued their path, gently suckling at her throat. Another groan escaped her, her hands trembling against him, unable to apply pressure. One of his hands found its way beneath her top, icily burning her with agitation throbbing skin. He made his way down to her collarbone, taking his sweet time. Erza's stomach was going in loops, almost violently churning and flapping about. She felt nauseous – as drunk with desire as his breath still smelled.

Erza gasped when he kissed the side of her breast. She nearly bucked, her back arching into him.

"Jellal," she moaned, blushing heavily when unable to control the noises she was making, "mmh…" she shook all over as his chin was on her sternum. She felt as if she would faint any moment, her hands tearing on him instead of pushing him away. "Jellal…" she panted, "… Jellal…?" She noticed him to have stopped.

Looking down, she saw his face to still be squished into her cleavage. His breathing was even and after another moment where her own started to calm down, she realised that he had fallen asleep.

Erza's entire body seemed to collapse in itself. She panted for minutes to come, shivering once when she noticed his hand not to have moved away. Her muscles burnt as if having been set on fire; as if she had run for hours on end. She was exhausted.

Watching his side raise and fall, she carefully withdrew her hands from between their torsos. She wrapped one around his upper back while the other was at the perfect height to enclose his head, to keep him near and use her chance to glide her fingers through his hair. She had always loved his hair, just like the mark on his face which she longed to trace just as much.

With her head almost out of the clouds, Erza admitted that he was more of a flirty than a sleepy drunk. Perhaps both. Not that she minded – she was more shocked by herself than him. She feared she would have gone too far. At least let him go too far. That he would feel guilty afterwards and distance himself again.

She would just have to wait, she thought. Drunk people were honest, they said, so maybe if she was patient enough, he would someday dare to make a move. Until then, she dearly hoped for him to never ever experience her after having had drinks…