Jellal didn't know why he was so turned on, but he couldn't turn it off for sure. Just seeing her drenched in sweat gets him all going every time she comes back home from her dance class.
With her sports bra, he gets to see how her sweat glistens her perfectly structured abs under the light as she chugs down a bottle of water. And with her shorts, he gets to see her toned legs cooling off the sweat with the fan and then with her hair pinned up in a bun, he gets to see just every part of her face and neck, as beads of sweat roll down from her forehead to her jaw and to her neck and down, down, down-- it was like an invitation to him.
Good god, to be able to have that in his arms? What a lucky man he was.
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It's mixed up with past and present tense I know, I screwed up, but I wrote it at 4am, and I'm too lazy to fix it. (That's such a bad excuse, but--)
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Jerza Shorts
Fanfiction(Ew the cover sucks) This is technically a drabbles book, but I thought 'shorts' would be better. These ideas are just small scenes that randomly pop in my head. There may be oneshots tho This book is just going to be used as a past-time, so please...
