Conclusions: Jerza

One - You are Already Here.

"I can't stay."

She growled, then blushed profusely. "You're already here." Erza's lower lip started to protrude in a pouty fashion. She tossed her head and looked away. "Do whatever you want."

Jellal chuckled, deep and throaty. He was crouched on her window sill, his cloak rustled gently in the wind. "If I did whatever I wanted, you'd never forgive me."

She turned back to him, arms crossed over her chest. "What was that?"

He smiled and swung his legs inside, sitting now, but still not leaving the sill. Never know when you'll have to make a break for it with her. "Come on," he motioned to her body, up, down, "You don't really sleep in that. It's not made for sleeping, just to torture men with." Just to torture me with...

It was sheer and gauzy, soft frou-frou feathers lined the top, dipping between her breasts; they also lined the bottom, making a solid line low around her hips, barely concealing her thong that was underneath. Her folded arms were making her chest seem very close to exposure, just one wrong move and this game of theirs would be over. "For your information, I do sleep in this."

He pushed back his hood then opened his arms to her. "I still can't stay, I don't trust myself around you."

She slid into his arms, picking a leg to sit on, and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're not strong enough to hurt me. I would win." A little maneuvering on her part left his face in her bosom, his blue hair was a soft tickle against her chin. "You are, after all, already here."

He took several deep breaths. Jellal hadn't been able to stay away lately. Yesterday he brought her lunch, last week it was bringing her coffee, and the week before he'd found himself in the field behind her dorm, staring at her windows. "Erza, even with the council acquitting me, I don't want to put you in danger by getting close to me." He lifted his chin and stared into her eyes. "I know the lengths you'll go to protect me, and I can't let any of that happen."

She bit her lip, staring at his, then blushed heavily again. "But you're already here." He knows... She pressed her lips to his, tired of denying herself, and gently teased his bottom lip with her tongue.

He wasn't going to kiss her back. But she was already here, in his arms, on his lap,and she wasn't letting him sneak off tonight. He stopped holding back and ravaged her mouth, sucking on her lips and nipping at her eager little tongue. Hungrily, he moaned, as she moved, straddling his lap and pressing herself against him. "Erza," he pulled away for air, and lifted her with him as he stood and carried her to the sofa. He pressed her down into it, breaking her hold on him, and stared down. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were glazed over, scarlet hair was mussed and it looked perfect sprawled over all the little fancy pillows she kept. "You're going to be the death of me."

She reached out for him, and wasn't met with resistance. There has to be a first time for everything. "Don't leave,"she pleaded as she pulled him down to her, sighing softly as his weight shifted onto her, she spread her legs and he fit perfectly between them. Her lips found his again, more aggressive than before. This feels... right. Need was building within her, but his hands wrapped around her wrists and held them above her head.

"Slow," he whispered against her lips, but then he pushed his hips tighter against her, grinning as she whimpered beneath him. "Promise me, I need you to go slow," and his tongue was inside her, pushing hers out of the way as he claimed her with his kiss. Every squirm she made beneath him was both heaven and hell, sweet torture, and he broke the kiss, needing air. "Don't move. Not until you promise."

"We will go slow." Her voice was breathy, barely audible. "I promise."

He nodded and stood up. "Tomorrow night, I'll meet you downstairs."