Fatel Star

A Lacrima Call

You follow behind Jellal onto the ship. His hand gripping yours as though to never let you go. You look back at the many people who were left behind to watch the tower.

You turn to feel yourself being pulled deeper onto the boat. "Go to the deck. I'll be there in a moment." He kissed your cheek before letting your hand go.

You walked up the steps. It was too dark to see beside you so you keep one hand in front of you so you can feel when the door came up. When it did, the doors rough wood was warped From what you could tell. The door knob was cold and made a rusty sound when you turned it. Upon opening the door, the sea air hit your face.

You walk up to the railing that has been withered away due to the salty water and bad management. "You shouldn't hold that face. It'll make you look older." The voice from behind you made you jump. Turning you see Jellal. His face held a perfect teasing smile.

"What look was I holding?" You couldn't help but to smile back.

"A concerned one." He walked closer to you. His arms wrapping around you, you feel a different feeling. His movements were softer. It was then a Connon was fired from the shore.

"Get more whipes!" You look past Jallel to see anti-magic shackles and many other things you couldn't make out.

Then your face was pushed back to look at him. It was then his lips were pressed against you. His hands moved over your body. One hand moved up your torso and to the back of your neck, the other moved downward to where his fingers were tucked under your pants waist. "Pay them no mind." His voice was deeper then his usual silky tone.

"Sir." Jellal then turned to one of his workers. Irritation radiating off of him. "The ship is about to start moving. I advise the two of you to move to a lower level."

He took in a breath and removed his fingers from your pants hem. "Next time, I request for you to announce yourself before interrupting me." He grabbed your hand and started to guide you to his office.

Upon your entry, You look around. It was beautifully decorated. His desk was organized. Before you could speak, Jallel had his lips on yours, backing you into his desk.

His movements started out soft again, though with time, became more and more rough. Even his kisses were gaining intensity. Almost smothering

You pulled away. Your breath ragged. You Looked down at his hands, they roamed. You felt his eyes in you as they paused at your pants button. You looked at him. As you did, you felt your pants come undone and him slowly pulling them down your legs.

They dropped to your ankles. With a smile, he picked you up from the floor and you felt the cold desks surface through your lace underclothes, the pants slipping off of your feet. He moves his hands slowely up your legs. Making sure to pull himself with it.

Once at your waist, he smirked and his eyes danced as his moved closer between you legs. He bit his lip as he moves his thumb slowely up and down you through the cloth. Your breath catches each time his index finger pulls on the hem that was just inside of your thigh.

Your mind was blank as he leaned even more into you, making your legs wrap around his waist. He kisses your neck in an attempt to find your sweet spot. When he does, you cover your mouth to stop yourself from moaning.
You straighten your back more, pressing yourself against him. His thumbs then pull on your underclothes. You place you wrap your arms around his neck. As he slowly pulls them down, he pressed his tongue into your skin on your neck, forcing a soft moan to escape your mouth.

Your lace underclothes were just at your knees when another cannon fired and there was a call on his lacrima stone that was one his desk.

"Sir. We need your assistance outside."

He propped himself up with his hands against the desk, head in the crook of your neck. He releases a breath. "Damn it..." He pulls up the underclothes he halfway removed, picked you up from the desk before making his way across the room and slamming the door behind him.

xXTo Be ContinuedXx