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My heart thumped in my throat, as Erza's leaned closer to me; her breath was now squarely on my lips, sending a rush of heat down my spine. I wanted to kiss her more than anything.
But she deserved better than me.
"I- I have a fiancée." I muttered half-heartedly, "I- I'm sorry, Erza."
Erza's chocolate-brown eyes cleared, and the intense stare turned into a glare, making me shiver involuntarily. Surprisingly, she didn't get off me; if anything, she pinned my down with more force.
"Maybe I don't care," she huffed, "Your so-called 'fiancée' can go find herself another man."
"It's Ultear," I gasped, as Erza trailed a hand down my chest lazily, she seemed to be enjoying messing with me, "I- I think she was with us w-when Natsu captured us."
"Oh, her," Erza snorted, "Yeah, she doesn't count as a Fiancée, sweety," Erza kissed my cheek, "So, whatever.
"Erza!" I exclaimed hotly, "I can't do anything about it, I'm telling you the truth!"
"Well, the truth's just going to have to deal with it," she huffed, once again trailing kisses down my neck, "Ever since you've been in my life - and that's not long," she commented drily, making me roll my eyes, "You've screwed me up so bad, Jellal."
Her words made my chest pant, as I gulped down air, trying to breathe and clear my mind, "W-what d'you mean."
These words sent Erza reeling slightly, and she released my arms from her grip, resorting to just straddling me, "I honestly don't know... I don't know what's been wrong with me since the werewolf attack. That's why I left in the first place, to get away from you."
I frowned, but then grinned, placing my hands on Erza's thighs with a mischievous glint in my eyes, "Awwwww~ Is Erzy in looooveee~?"
Erza seemed startled, before she jumped off me, and retreated to her sleeping bag, "Nope, absolutely not. Erza Belserion isn't in love with a flipping- a flipping idiotic blueberry."
I grinned, and headed to my sleeping bag, "Oh, don't worry. I'll keep your secret, Erzy."
She snorted, shoving over the pillow barrier, and practically dragged my sleeping bag over to hers, "If you're not careful," she growled, "I might even decide to shove these fangs into your throat and claim you, Fernandes."
Why do I want that- No I dON'T, shUt uP JEllY And stOP BEiNg a KInKY peRSoN.
"Well, you can't exactly, sweetheart," I growled playfully back at her, "As I have a fiancée."
She grumbled, before turning over and laying down, her back to me, "'Guess I can't do much until I do something about that fiancée of yours."
