Stumbling in Love

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the next chapter may be inappropriate for younger readers. What I'm implying is please don't read  the next chapter if your underage so the rating of the next chapter will be higher

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She stared into his golden eyes, eyes that she had grown quite attached too. Completley oblivious to the distance that was narrowing between there faces. Her eyes fluttered shut, almost as if she were in a trance as his lips molded against her own, a battle between the tongues had taken place, and at the moment it seemed as if Jellal was winning, constantly drawing moans out of her throat, enjoying the addicting taste that was known as Erza.

His hands had gradually grown more daring, one snaking under her clothing aching for the soft curves that lay under her dress. The sudden change in his actions sent a pleasurable shiver down her spine. Breaking the kiss she nervously bit her bottom lip. No she had never gotten very far with relationships, that much she knew.

Jellal arched an eyebrow. "Why'd you stop?"

"I prefer to be the dominant one." She whispered, the change in attitude surprising him, giving her an oppurtunity to roll, switching there positions, now on top, a smile graced her features.

"So do I." He teased playfully, once again rolling and switching there positions once more, this time sticking a leg in between hers, unabling her to roll.

"1-0, for the cerulean haired doofus." He whispered, closing in on her face.

"In a suit." She added giggling before meeting his lips once more.

He pulled away only to find her Scarlet hair sprawled atop the bed, her coffee brown eyes staring at him with what might have been interest and her now swollen lips had been parted at the slightest. A smirk graced his features as he had clearly won.

"2-0 for the cerulean haired doofus...in a suit." She narrowed her eyes. No. Erza Scarlet doesn't lose challenges.

Jellal slowly wrapped his arms around her petite form pulling her closer. He brushed his lips against the shell of her ear as his hand came up to stroke her silky Scarlet locks. "Look at what you've done to me." He whispered, so barely audible her ears nearly missing it.

"It's like I'm under some spell. Cast by you, my dear." He whispered placing kisses down her neck. She bit her bottom lip with desperation. She was going to lose it.

"I love how soft your lips are." He spoke, almost as if he was in a trance. Brushing his index finger gently against her full lips.

"I love the warmth in your eyes." He continued, cupping the side of her face. His eye contact remained strong.

"I love the way you love." He whispered finally before burying his face in the crook of her neck. She smiled a small smile, flustering at the slightest. If anything could be considered perfect. It had to be this.

Siegrain had grown quite bored of greeting others, not to mention having to be polite, creating memorable first impressions. Nothing out of the ordinary. His feet carried him farther down the mansion where fewer and fewer people were to be seen. He finally stopped at the end of the hall where a single door lay. The light that lit the hall was a dim one. Siegrain rolled his eyes. A typical horror scene. His hand reached for the knob, before anothers hand gripped his own. Forcing him to retrace his hand. His eyes flashed upwards meeting with familiar pair.

"Siegrain. The basement is strictly off limits."

"I'm sorry Miss Lucy." He spoke apologetically, ignoring the death glare directed towards him.

"If I were you I'd be on my way." She warned throwing him a stern look.

"Hm. Fine." He mumbled, walking off with what would be defined as grace.

One his back was turned Lucy childishly stuck her tounge out at him before shifting her feet, standing face to face with a certain rosy haired boy, sporting a pout.

"What the, when did you-"

"Do you love Siegrain?" Natsu questioned, pout never leaving his lips.

Lucy furrowed her thin brows together. "Now, why would you ask that?"

She shuddered, completley disgusted at the thought.

"You were holding his hand." He replied blandly, his pout only growing.

It took a moment to process her thoughts, but eventually she put two and two together. By holding hands, did he mean yanking it vicously off the knob?

First it was a chuckle, then it was a laugh, now it felt as if she had dislocated something by merely laughing.

"You think I and him.. pffffffft." And once again she burst into a giggle fit.

"Well I must say you have certainly lightened up my mood..pfft.. but I should get back to the kitchen." She responded gasping for air, heading for the Kitchen, a grin engraving itself onto her lips.

He found himself being drawn to her smile. It was so..so...perfect. "Ah- hey! YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN ME AN ANSWER YET!" he replied, chasing after her.

They both knew they should've returned to greeting the guests, they also both knew neither of them wanted too.

They wanted to stay like this forever, her head against his chest, close enough that her scent was infiltrating his mine.

She tore her eyes open from their previously closed state.

"Hey... Jellal do you love me?"

He bit rather harshly on the bottom of his lip.

This was going too be a hard one.

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