Seeking Forgiveness (Jellal x Reader)

Chapter 23

Warning, this Chapter contains a Lemon. This will not include any main story line. So you can skip if you're not comfortable reading it.

A few people told me last time that the lemon didn't have a plot and what little of a plot there was made it confusing. If this one has too much of a plot, then I cannot help you. But enjoy anyway.

For your 'honey moon' Jellal took you back to Erik's little Cabin for a week away. You had no idea what that meant in terms of what was expected for a husband and wife, but you took it in your stride. You would deal with it when the situation arose.

The problem with your honey moon was the weather wanted to occasion to be anything but nice. A freak snowstorm blew down from the mountain above and surrounded the cottage in thick, fluffy snow. The cottage was nothing more than a frozen wasteland when you arrived and you were glad you left the place stocked up during your last visit. The fire did nothing to fight against the cold and more snow fell from the sky ever second. Effectively sealing the two of you in. 

Two days passed, and the cold weather seemed to be taking a turn for the worse. You had enough food and wood to last, but with the thick snow flakes slowly falling from the sky, you worried about how long they would last.

You and Jellal had taken to spending the nights wrapped in blankets tightly pressed together to try and gain any sort of heat. Eventually the cottage started to heat up, with all the hot meals and the constant fire. But it was starting to heat up...a lot. After days of being cold the sudden heat made you feel flushed and start to sweat.

You had reduced your clothing as much as you could but now you were left in the thinnest dress you'd bought and...nothing else. You tried not to think about it as you weaved around the kitchen to make dinner in the heat. When you woke up to another cold morning, you'd prepared soup for the night which now did not seem like a good idea, the heat had suddenly descended as if the house was releasing it back after days of nearly freezing to death. 

But you had to eat what you had.

Jellal too, was hot. His top was drenched in sweat and he'd reduced himself to nothing but a top and trousers. He sat at the table patiently, knowing he shouldn't look down on the heat when they'd been cold for the last few days.

You poured the soup into the bowls and turned towards the table when the back of your dress got caught on something. From the angle, you couldn't see but as you turned your dress started to rip, making you freeze in place. You weren't wearing anything under this dress. This was the last thing you needed to happen. It didn't help either that your fingers were burning from the hot soup.

"Jellal," you called, gaining his attention, "can you help me quickly."

Jellal jumped to his feet, and ran over to you, pulling the hot bowls from your hands and placing them on the table, "what's wrong?" He asked.

"My dress it stuck," your face burned with embarrassment at the thought of him finding out what you hadn't been wearing all day. "Can you unhook it? It's starting to rip."

Jellal nodded and went behind you, searching for what had your dress hooked. He managed to find a little hook that had somehow managed to weave into the seam of your dress and was slowly unpicking it with every move you made. Jellal knew there was no way for him to un-attach it without part of the dress coming apart and maybe even falling apart.

"There is no way," Jellal paused, "I'll help you take the dress off, but before Ill go and get you a blanket to-"

You groaned, and your head dropped down, "-there is no way that is going to work." You shook your head, dropping it to stare at the ground, feeling the shame of what you'd done.