Hi everyone!

So, this was a one shot idea that came about a long time ago (it was in my story queue on my profile :D) and I finally got inspired to work on it. And now it's a two shot. You'll understand why once you're done with this one hehe.

But! On to the reading!

Lucy kicked at the pebble under her feet as she slowly trudged along the lacrima lit street. Another date, another disappointment. It had really been a shock to walk into the restaurant to find her date already there, sitting at a table with another woman. She'd only spoken with him by lacrima comm, had only seen him in pictures and already he was cheating. His excuse was that he got bored waiting and saw another opportunity. Seriously? She was even five minutes early for their seven o'clock date. She had half a mind to go to the guild hall, but then that would mean facing the dreaded she-devil and she'd more than likely slap the woman.

"Yeah, so not going there," she sighed. She loved the Takeover mage but this was the fourth guy in a month to go sour. A month! She wasn't really in the mood to answer more questions or have another setup thrust into her lap.

Laughter and music drifted over and she glanced up to see she was passing Sticks and Suds, a new pub that had been recently opened. What she really wanted was a drink, a few drinks would be even better. She needed it to wash away the desire to go back and Lucy-kick that no good cheating ass, Karl. She grimaced; his name alone left a sour taste in her mouth.

Knowing everyone would typically be at the guild, she entered. This place would be her best bet for drowning her own sorrows without the prying of her friends. She quickly scanned the nearly empty bar room, which was unusual for a Saturday night. She took mental note of the couple on a billiards table and the two stragglers sitting at the bar. Not one recognizable face. She smiled for the first time since she'd left the restaurant.

"Are ya lost, Girlie? Or can I get ya something?"

Lucy rolled her eyes as she placed her purse on the bar top and sidled up onto the stool. The large man behind the bar was probably a lot more suited as a bodyguard than a bartender. She couldn't help but think his size could rival that of Gildarts. But where the Crash mage was handsome, even boyish looking at times, this guy was hardened with scars littering his face and his mouth in a constant scowl. "Whiskey with a water chaser…make it a double." She couldn't help the sarcastic grin that rose to her lips when the bartender gave her a questioning look. When she set a small stack of jewel notes on the bar top, turning a twenty to the side as if to indicate the tip, he gave her a large grin.

"Now that's a girlie who knows what she wants," he snickered as he pulled a bottle from the top shelf down and placed it in front of her. "And if anyone bothers ya, just give me a shout."

She uncorked the bottle with a smile and poured it into the glass he'd given her. It was amazing what a few jewels could instantly purchase. A little bit of friendly service and a lot of being left the hell alone was exactly what she needed. She didn't want to answer questions or get set up on another date, no asshole men, no reminders of how FAIL her dating life was in general. Peace and all the quiet the jukebox can afford.

Shock, it was the only thing Jellal could call it. Logically, he knew this would come. Had told himself a million times he'd be faced with this very situation. But in fits of denial, he'd deluded himself into thinking that she'd wait. Her apologetic smile and sympathetic tone only worsened it. He was officially in a class of idiotic asshole all his own. And it had been his own damned doing. "I…well…I," he stuttered for the right words to say. Put on that face, be the Jellal you always are, Shithead. He cleared his throat and forced a smile. "I completely understand, Erza and I wish you only the best."

The scarlet haired woman "I really am so sorry, Jellal. I love you, I do and always will but…"

He started to reach over to lay a hand on top of Erza's but stopped himself. The last thing he needed to do was give himself one more reminder of what he'd just lost. "It's fine, really. No further explanations needed. I am glad you've found someone who can make you happy. He does, right?"

A deep blush brightened her cheeks as she looked away. "Natsu treats me very well," she whispered. "But Jellal, promise me something?"

"I promise we will remain friends," He responded quickly. He may have lost the chance to be more with her after dreaming about that for years. But he wanted her in his life regardless. It would be awkward for a long while and they probably would lose touch in the meantime. It was an awkwardness he was willing to accept. He wouldn't wait for Natsu to do her wrong or for her to change her mind. It wasn't in her nature to do so. But he'd gladly be there if she ever needed him. He owed her that and more.

"Yes, we shall but that isn't what I was going to say."

His brow knitted and his lips pursed in thought. "Oh. What is it then?"

"Don't stay lonely for forever, you deserve happiness too. Find a good girl that you can't say no to and settle down."

He could only stare at her, his eyes blinking. If he did not know her as well as he did, he would have thought that surely she was joking or perhaps being condescending. Find a girl he couldn't say no to? She was supposed to be that and it hurt to know he'd told her no too many times. If it wasn't her, it wasn't going to happen. He had believed that she'd been the only one for him for too many years. He just didn't see that ever changing. He was ready to reside himself to the solitary life permanently. But I can't tell her that. "Thank you Erza," he said with a forced smile. "I will let you get back to Natsu before he comes looking for you and sets me ablaze."

She gave a soft chuckle before it faded to a sad smile. "Take care, Jellal and stay in touch."

He gave her one last look before giving her a quick nod and turned on his heel. "I will do, farewell." He couldn't look back as he made his way back towards town. The quicker he left, the quicker he could start to bury his feelings. If he buried them deep enough, life would move on. He was thankful for the cover of night when he reached the streets. It was a Saturday night and mages he knew from Fairy Tail were out and about. He didn't want to run into them only for them to look at him in pity. They'd all know about Erza and the fire Dragon Slayer by then. They'd know the source of his discomfort and were, on the whole, too nice to just leave him be.

The sound of laughter caught his attention and he spotted Cana, Freed, and Bickslow standing in the middle of the street ahead. And of course, that's where I want to go. It was the quickest and most direct route to the train station. With a sigh, he took the next alley he came too and followed it through. He emerged on the west bank side of the Strawberry Street canal. Hooking an immediate left, he found himself tripping over an A-frame sign he'd somehow missed. This is you Karma, isn't it? He sighed, knowing it just had to be. The evil bitch that she was had finally caught up for everything he'd done in the tower. Pushing himself up, he quickly dusted himself off and went to move on but a flashing light caught his attention. Happy Hour, two for one draft. He needed to get to the train station, but then he REALLY needed a drink.

Lucy grabbed the bottle, ready for her third glass and cursed when a bump on her arm made her spill the honey brown liquid onto the bar. NOOOO SUCH A WASTE! God, I sound like Cana. Quickly setting the bottle down, she grabbed some napkins from the bartender's station. She threw them into the spreading pool of liquid and turned to glare at the man beside her. "Did you REALLY have-" her words died on her lips as her almond roca colored eyes met equally brown wide ones. The tattoo over his right eye captured her attention. "Fuuuuck," she whispered none to quietly. She plastered the fakest smile her fog-edged mind would allow. "Jellal. What a...pleasant surprise."

Of all the people he could have bumped into, Erza's teammate and designated little sister was not one Jellal would have readily chosen. He'd been better off with the mouthy drunk, guild ventriloquist and cravat man. "Lucy… Likewise," he mumbled as he moved and took a seat one over from her. He died a little inside knowing there was no way he could just run out without looking like a total dickweed.

She gave a roll of her eyes and turned back to her drink. "Stick firmly in place, as usual, I see," she mumbled to herself. She finished pouring her glass and glanced over at the heavenly body mage. His shoulders slumped and he looked like someone just stole all his little green army men, or whatever little boys played with. He looked as gloomy as she felt and damned her if that didn't pull at the considerate asinine side of her. "Bad night?" She asked, wanting to kick herself once the words were out. She didn't want to know or give any fucks. She had her own problems to drown.

Jellal pulled several jewel notes from his pocket and glanced over at her bottle. He had absolutely no clue what it was but it had to be better than the fruity drink he'd expect her to be sipping. "A bottle of whatever she's got," he grumbled. He glanced over to actually take in her appearance, not that it mattered but given the bartender, it was the last place he'd expect to find Lucy Heartfilia, aka Fairy Tail's Little Miss Innocent. The pale pink strapless sundress that fitted her torso (a little too well) and flared at the hips with the strappy heeled sandals seemed to stand out a little too much for a dark pub. Her hair was pinned up and fell in curls down her back, her makeup naturally light. He would have thought she was on a date if not for her solitary presence. "One could say that," he sighed. He gave a quick thanks to the burly bartender before pouring himself a glass.

Lucy couldn't help but laugh at the way the man coughed when he took a deep sip from the glass. She saw tears well in his eyes as his hand rubbed at his chest. She grabbed her water bottle and slid it over to him. "That's what the water chaser is good for," she chuckled. "Puts out the burn so it goes down easier."

He quickly downed the rest of the water and slammed the empty bottle down on the counter. "Whiskey? I would not have pinned you as a hard liquor kind of girl."

"Woman."

He blinked at her, the single word catching him off guard. "Come again?"

"You referred to me as a girl. I was simply correcting you," she smiled smugly before taking another sip of her drink. "And I'd have to…" She caught herself before she could finish the sentence. I'd have to be getting laid to come again. It had merely been a thought not meant to be shared. No wonder Cana is so damned lippy. A giggle slipped from her lips and she glanced over to find him looking at her expectantly. "Nevermind."

He was waiting for her to finish the sentence only to be disappointed when she didn't. Her tone was snarky and it piqued his curiosity. In his previous experiences with the curvy blonde, she was always polite. Sometimes a little too much so, especially given the ragtag group that was her team. He picked up his glass and took a small sip, having learned his lesson already. "I would venture to say you've had a similarly deplorable evening?"

A sarcastic chuckle fell from her lips before she took a slow pull from her glass. "Deplorable doesn't even begin to describe," she sighed. She watched him give a knowing nod and pursed her lips. The question of why he was even there in town popped into her head. Her lips parted, the question of if he had come to see Erza was fresh in her mind but quickly stopped herself. She told him. That would definitely explain the "stolen toy" look he had. The poor guy really did have the same kind of night she'd had. She could only hope that unlike her, he hadn't walked in on Erza with Natsu. "Music."

Jellal paused in the middle of lifting his glass and glanced over at the Blonde skeptically. "Music?" He questioned hesitantly. He was almost afraid to ask. She'd apparently had a craptastic night but what in the hell did music have to do with the price of rice in China? He'd only come in to have a drink, to numb himself so that he could endure the long train ride home with only his thoughts to keep him company.

Lucy grinned and set her glass down to reach into her purse. Pulling some jewels out, she slid off the stool and walked over to the jukebox that had long since stopped. "Music is very therapeutic, Jellal," she said as she slid the money into the machine. Using the buttons, she started flipping through the multitude of pages to find songs that would be more of a pleasant distraction from their worries. "When you feel your shittiest, music can pick you up."

"Great," he replied. His lack of enthusiasm showed in his monotone voice. "And I am sure now you will serenade me with Mm-bop, or my luck, the Backstreet Boys." He took a sip of his drink and looked back, giving her a polite smile when he found her glaring at him.

"The fact that you even know that song or that band scares me." And it did. The little devil that existed inside of her head decided to throw up the image of him as the evil dictator in the tower, piping that wretched crap through the speakers to "motivate" the slaves he'd kept. You really are mean, Lucy. A mean, horrible person. She shook her head at her thoughts and turned back to the machine. "No, I will not serenade you with crap music. But another asshole comment and I won't hesitate to tie you down and force you to listen to Celine Dion," she smirked as she punched buttons. "On repeat."

He stilled at her words, a nervous sweat drop sliding down from his temple. Erza had done that once because he'd pissed her off. My Heart Will Go On still made him want to belt out a scream in terror whenever he heard it. "Point duly noted," he grimaced. "No more asshole comments." I should have kept going…

A loud guffaw of laughter slipped from Jellal's lips as he watched Lucy stumble as she tried to get away with the pool stick. He hadn't really thought she'd pick the biggest guy in there when he'd dared her to take someone's pool cue as they went to line up for a shot. How they'd gotten to this point was really kind of a blur that he was still questioning. The music had started and he had to admit he'd been impressed with her choices. Then it progressed to lame jokes on his side and her sense of humor truly kicked in. She was actually really damned funny and more than once he found himself wondering why he'd never noticed. At some point, she'd somehow wrangled him into going out onto the street to pull in other patrons. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but she was carefree and he found himself admiring that. He could only wish for just an ounce of what she had. He knew he was too buttoned up.

Then came the dancing on the pool table. That was where the dares started, or so he thought. Some things were just a tad on the hazy side. And for the first time, he really didn't give a damn. He was, dare he say, actually having fun. He'd tried jello shots, which he was still on the fence about. But it had been entertaining to watch her clean the gelatinous red substance from the little plastic cup with her tongue alone. Yeah, that's talent. The thought made him pause. Had he really just thought that? With a shake of his head, he turned to the bar to find they were at the end of their bottle of whiskey. He signaled for Shannon, the big burly bartender. That had been a point of entertainment for Lucy when he'd shared his name with them. He thought the girl was going to piss her panties with how much she'd laughed at that. Thankfully, Shannon had a really good sense of humor. He slipped more jewels than were necessary across the bar when his and Lucy's glasses were filled once more and turned to find her sauntering back over to him, less the pool stick. How the hell does her hips still move like that drunk? "I see you managed to not get yourself killed or land on your bottom."

Lucy let out a laugh as she took the glass he offered her and took a drink. "Yeah, well that was a little unfair," she giggled. "I happen to know Jim. He and his brother drive one of the boats on the canal, they greet me with friendly waves every time I see them." She saw him give a roll of his eyes and she found herself studying his face. He's actually really handsome. The thought made her immediately snap her attention to the now full bar room. It had been dead when she'd came in, the near solitude being ideal for the way she'd been feeling. But then Jellal happened. By some stroke of strange luck, she'd found herself having fun with the guy. The more he drank, the more they talked and joked around. He was less stuffy than he always seemed. Looking at him just then, the stick she was always so sure had been permanently stuck up his ass was gone. And maybe it was just the alcohol allowing him to let loose, but she liked it. A Lot, if she allowed herself to really think about it. But she wasn't, she was just going with the flow. Haciendo Ruido, the last song she'd plugged in, came on and she grinned. Setting her glass down, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the makeshift dance floor others had created.

He didn't know why he allowed her to pull him along, dancing just was not something he did. At least he hadn't in years and definitely never in public. But the fact that the song started in Spanish intrigued him. It had to be a fluke because there was no way for her to know that Spanish was his native tongue. Despite his last name, the majority of people he came across always found it a shock when a string of Hispanic curses came from his lips. She pulled him to a stop in the middle of the other people who on the floor dancing and he couldn't help but return the smile she turned on him with one of his own. But then she started moving to the beat of the song and his face fell. He'd expected the usual dancing he saw other people doing, which resembled some weird interpretive dance of the sexual nature. Most women around him were just grinding on their partners like rutting animals. Lucy, however, popped her hip to the right before shuffling her feet twice to the side and popping her hip to the left as though she was born for this type of music. The bachata? Holy…

"Saca tu cuerpo a bailar. Y no pares de sudar

Alza tus manos al viento, oh, oh, oh"

She grinned as he watched her, his eyes widening just a fraction before he too started mocking her movements ever so slightly. Thanks to a Spirit who loved to latin dance, she'd developed a passion for the music and Pitbull was no exception. She'd danced to this song in particular so many times with Loke that she'd lost count as it always seemed to draw him out when she queued up her Spanish playlist in her apartment. Movement caught her attention and her brows shot for her hairline when she witnessed Jellal tossing his cap onto the table nearby. His hands lifted towards her and she glanced down in question before hesitantly placing her hands in his. And that was when she met a side to Heavenly Body mage that she would never have dreamed existed. Her breath caught when he pulled her close enough for his leg to settle between her own. She could feel his warm breath feathering against her face as he drug her left hand over the top of his head, leaving it to rest on his shoulder as his slid down to her waist before he began moving their bodies together.

"Ay chica deja la intriga. Que yo no te dijo mentiras, yo te dijo la verdad.

Baby te gusta mi vino pero mami la verdad."

Jellal felt something deep inside pulling him with the music. His brain knew it just had to be the alcohol dulling his inhibitions but in that moment, he really didn't want to be anywhere else but right where he was. She was easy to lead, following his direction as the pocket around them widened. His reason for being there in the first place was so far gone that he had no clue what it had been. The only thing he knew was the feel of her moving against him, the way the dim light caught in her almond roca eyes to reveal delight as they remained locked with his, the curve of her lips as she smiled and the sound of her laughter. His hand left her hip to find her hand and he pushed her out, easily turning her and pulling her back in so that her backside pressed against him. The chamomile and vanilla scent of her perfume filled his nose and he bit his lips as she ground against him. "Tu y yo, sin querer perdimos el control. Y no quedo mas remedio, que perdemos en la habitacion."

"Estas haciendo ruido, oh. Estas haciendo ruido en mi corazón.

En mi corazón"

Lucy felt her knees weaken with the sound of his voice in her ear. The fact that he knew the words and could sing them with perfect inflection took her by complete surprise. But as quick as it came, he spun her back out and pulled her back in to slip his arm back around her waist. She easily lost herself in their dance, afraid to admit even to herself that his body felt too good against hers. She didn't want to concede that she was turned on, that every village in her panties was effectively wiped out by torrential water. But every time he turned and spun her in return, the feel of his hands on her hips, every time their groins twisted against each other in a drop and every time his leg brushed against the juncture of her legs - she sighed audibly. If she was to be completely honest and absolutely aware, she'd know that those sighs at some point turned into soft moans.

"Por eso gozando la vida, con el equipo que el party siga.

Ay chica deja la intriga, que yo no te dijo mentiras."

He pressed the side of his head against hers as they moved to hide the utter lack of restraint he was feeling as they moved together. Every little sound that left her lips left him spellbound, stripping him of the ability to run the other direction. When they slowed with the rhythm of the music, her body would roll up against his and he found his own body wanting to react. Even in his intoxicated state, it made no sense to him. It was a reaction he wasn't exactly prepared for. Every time she looked up at him with those soul-sucking eyes of hers, he wasn't prepared for the amount of control he had to exude just to keep from kissing her. It… It has to be the music. Or the lighting. He'd never been attracted to her before, but then he'd never really seen anyone other than Erza. Now, that's gone...

"Tus manos al viento, oh. Tus manos al viento, oh. Estas haciendo ruido, oh.

Estas haciendo ruido en mi corazón, en mi corazón "

When the song ended, Lucy squealed involuntarily as he dipped her and her fingers inadvertently slipped to the nape of his neck from fear of falling. Breathlessly, she looked up and the pounding of her heart sped up as she found his dark chocolate eyes intently gazing into hers. He slowly lifted her back up and, despite willing herself to do so, she found herself unable to pull away. Her gaze dropped to his lips and it was as if she was held entranced. She watched as his tongue darted out over his bottom lip. The realization slammed into her that she could so easily follow that lead. They were close enough for her to do it. All it would take was leaning into him just a little more and she'd know exactly how he tasted.

"Last call, Everyone."

The sound of the Shannon's booming voice broke whatever trance it was holding him there and Jellal quickly released his hold on the Celestial mage. Stepping away, he blinked to clear his fog-clouded mind and turned for the table that he'd discarded his cape on. His fingers still itched from where he'd held her, the spot on his neck where her hand had rested still tingled. He had come so incredibly close. The way she'd looked up at him, the innocent desire he'd seen in her eyes. It had been pulling on him like a wave and he knew, that had no interruption came, he would have given in. Just one look at her when he turned, it dawned on him that he still wanted to. You're drunk and you just need to leave. "Well," he said as he cleared his throat. "I guess we should go."

Lucy bit her lip to keep the disappointment she felt at bay. But being one that sucked ass at acting, she couldn't keep it out of her voice. "Yeah… I guess so." She turned to the bar but a hand on her arm stopped her and she glanced down at the fingers holding her captive before looking up at him.

"But-" Jellal started only to stop. He'd reached out on impulse. His sole intention was to thank her for a wonderful evening, but the words refused to come.

"Find a good girl that you can't say no to."

Erza's words came to mind, and perhaps it was the inebriation or he'd officially lost his mind, but they suddenly sounded like words of supreme wisdom. "Maybe… Are you really ready to call it a night?"

The fact that the room shifted when she blinked and her gums were numb should've signaled a big Hell Yes, but it did the exact opposite. She wasn't exactly ready to give up whatever the hell this was. "Not really."

"I'll grab another bottle," he grinned. "You grab your purse?"

Fuck me, he's got a really nice smile. "Sure," she smiled and turned but paused to look back. "My place?"

"Ye-" Jellal started but stopped, his eyes dropping down to her heaving chest for a moment. Jellal! Get your head out of her tits! Aye, Dios mio. He knew going back to her place would probably be a complete disaster. He was struggling enough as it was with all the people around, being behind closed doors would give his drunken lack of control just what it needed to push him over the edge. "Have you…" Mierda! Where do we go? As if someone had been listening in, the bells in the tower began to ring out the two A.M. hour and it hit him. "Have you ever been in the bell tower?"

Lucy blinked, her liquor and lust addled mind scrambling to comprehend the meaning behind it. "Um," she hummed. "Yeah, but never at night."

He'd been up there more times than he'd cared to admit. Every time he'd come in to see Erza, it was always the place he'd end up before leaving town. It was quiet enough for him to think about all the mistakes he'd made, with her and life in general, and the view of the night stars always made him feel at home. The indigo sky, lit up with all of its twinkling lights reminded him of his magic. When all else failed, he always had that to fall back on. It was supposed to be the grace by which he atoned for his sins. "It gets you above the lights, you get a really cool view of the night sky without leaving the city."

"I so love you." The words left her mouth before she could stop them and her hand immediately came up to clamp over her lips. Heat spread from her cheeks all the way up to her ears as she stared wide-eyed at him, a nervous chuckle bubbling up. Can you say AWKWARD, Lucy? "I… um, that's not what I meant," she stammered. "I don't love you. I mean, I do. In a friend way because-"

Watching her stumble for an explanation only seemed to add to the humor of the situation. The embarrassed blush that stained her skin even reached to top of her dress. It was actually very attractive, he had to admit, but he felt bad for her fishtailing to save herself. "Lucy," he said softly as he reached out to lay a hand on her arm. "It's ok. I know what you meant."

"Thank god you do," she chuckled nervously. The warmth of his hand only added to the sudden stuffiness in the room. "I kinda confused myself."

A bark of laughter burst from his lips and he gestured towards the bar. "Go get your stuff so we can get out of here."

"I can't do it," Lucy groaned as she leaned against the railing. She'd long since ditched her heels. The gorgeous, but incredibly evil, four-inch heeled sandals were tightly clutched between her fingers. The dash they'd made for the place had been challenging, given the cobblestone road. But it had been fun, they'd joked and laughed. Until they'd reached the never-ending staircase of doom that lead up to the top of the tower. It had been ok at first, they'd even taken their time. Half way up, though, her feet and legs were screaming. She could still hear their horrid cries for her head. "I'll never make it, Jellal. Go on without me and I shall pray for you."

Jellal looked back and couldn't help the laugh that slipped out at her dramatics. He had to admit that he didn't take into consideration his inebriated state when he chose the spot. It just hadn't occurred to him that he'd never once done this drunk and it proved to be an arduous task. Of course, their pit stops to take a shot of the accursed liquid inside the bottle he clutched did not help their cause either. Walking (that was really more like slipping) down the couple of steps to where she was, he held out his free hand for her to take. "Come on, Lucy. There's only eight or nine steps left," he chuckled. "You can do it."

Blinking to steady her vision, she took his hand and begrudgingly allowed him to pull her up the last of the steps. The moment her feet were on the solid, cement ground at the top, she dropped her shoes and his hand to stagger towards the open archway in front of her. Magnolia spread out down below her with the guild just ahead at the highest point in the city. The windows were all dark, the last of the guild members long gone for the night. Up above that, though, was the most beautiful view of the night sky that she'd seen in years. Even from her lookout point on the ridge to the west of town, the sky didn't seem as clear or as close as it did in that moment. "Wow," She breathed. "It's amazing here, Jelly."

"Jelly?" He chuckled as he moved closer to admire the same view. But even as wonderful as it was, he couldn't help looking back at her.

Lucy smiled and gave a lazy nod of her head. "Yeah," she mused. "It kinda fits you, stiff on the outside but gooey on the inside."

Gooey on the inside? "Um, thank you. I think," He blinked at her description, unsure of how to take it, but his hand shot out in reflex when he saw her sway. The last thing he'd intended when he brought her up there was for her to plummet to her death because that would do wonders for his self-imposed repentance. Without a second thought, he pulled her back from the ledge and closer to him. Too close, he realized when he could feel her warmth seeping through the layers of clothes. He looked down to find her staring up at him, wide-eyed and he swallowed hard before letting go to put a little distance between them.

Even in her drunken state, she knew the tell-tale signs of attraction. Accelerated heartbeat, shortness of breath, toes curling and goosebumps that raced across her exposed flesh. And it had nothing to do with a heart condition or the cool breeze that lifted strands of her hair as it blew through the open archways. She was suddenly glad for the absence of his touch just so she could catch her breath. Stumbling back a little, she held out her hands to steady herself and realized the solid ground might be a better place to seek refuge. It wouldn't affect her like his touch did, it wouldn't make her want someone she knew she probably shouldn't want. Carefully and oh so very slowly, she lowered herself to her knees and crawled towards the ledge. When she was just close enough, she fell back onto her ass and swung her legs over the side. "Sit wi-"

"Que ricas nalgas," Jellal muttered before he could stop himself and quickly shook his head when he realized that she'd been speaking. The view of her way too tempting ass lifted in the air had robbed him of all the air in his lungs. "Sorry," he blushed and cleared his throat. "Um. What were you saying?"

Lucy couldn't help but bite her lip. I swear if he keeps talking like that… She gave a quick shake of her head and looked out at the skyline to hide the color she was sure in her cheeks. "I…" Her mind was blank, her words earlier forgotten. "So, um, why did you choose here?"

He drew a blank for a moment and cursed himself for the erroneous error of thinking this place was any safer than her apartment. There was no one up there to stop him from giving into his liquor induced delusions of actually wanting the woman. And the guy downstairs was doing a really bang up job of letting him know that he, indeed, wanted the Celestial mage right then. Magic… "Well, uh. Our magic is kind of similar in that they're both derived from the heavens," he said without any real thought to what it was he was really saying as he precariously took a seat on the ledge next to her. "I just, uh… I figured you'd like it up here."

Her jaw slacked at his words and she glanced over at him, surprise being the top of her list. She knew enough of Jellal to know he was thoughtful enough when he needed to be. That was usually reserved for the battlefield, not an impromptu whatever this was. The fact that he'd actually put thought behind it struck her as oddly endearing and a gentle smile pulled at her lips as she turned her attention back to the sky. She was a celestial mage after all and from what she knew of his heavenly body magic, his spells looked incredibly similar to her Urano Metria spell. Huh, I wonder… The thought she had gone by the wayside as she watched the stars move in the sky, a slip of unintentional laughter spilling from her lips.

"Are you laughing at me?" Jellal questioned when the giddy sounding giggle broke the silence that had fallen.

Lucy's hand flew up to cover her mouth as another giggle slipped out and she looked over to find him studying her rather intently. Or so she imagined, her vision was a wee bit on the blurry side. "No! Not at all," she chuckled. "Just, um, yeah. The stars, I can see them moving."

A guffaw of laughter erupted from his lips as he watched her sway ever so slightly. The bewildered look in her eyes only added to the odd hilarity of her statement. He reached up and pulled his cloak from around his shoulders and spread it on the ground behind them. "Lucy," he chortled as he reached over to lay a steady hand on her shoulder. "It is because you're moving."

"No, I'm not," she blinked.

Giving a shake of his head, which ended up being a bad decision when the world went a little off kilter, he pulled his hand away and lowered his back down onto the fabric of his cape. "Lay down," he said as he pat the spot behind her. "They won't move too much like this."

She stared at him for a few moments, trying to will her vision to clear before giving up. She laid down beside him and hummed when the stars did indeed stop their frantic jogging back and forth. "Guess I was moving," she muttered. "But… Now it feels like the whole planet's moving."

"Because it is, Dork." The words flew out of his mouth and he stilled at the realization that he'd actually said them aloud. Where the hell did that come from?

She blinked and let her head fall to the side to stare at him, unable to wrap her addled mind around the fact that he'd just called her a dork. Tight laced Jellal Fernandes just broke quid pro quo and made a funny. "I-I think I like you drunk."

Thank the gods that someone does. He didn't want to chance looking at her but couldn't stop himself. "As opposed to sober?"

"Well, you're so buttoned up sober, but tonight…" she slurred only to pause and gave a lazy shrug of her shoulder. "I've had a lot of fun with you. It's been a pleasant surprise and you dance! Definitely didn't see that coming."

The smile that curved her lips and the moonlight illuminating her smooth skin made his stomach flutter and he couldn't help but shyly smile in response. "My mother," he offered fondly. "She loved to dance. It's the only real memory I have of life before the tower. I guess it just… stuck. But you…" She was fair like you… His brows pinched at the unwarranted thought. "Didn't really peg you for a bachata dancer either."

Her smile fell as she blinked. "Backa-what?"

"Bachata," he chuckled. "The dance we were doing."

Her lips formed into a perfect O shape and his eyes involuntarily dropped to study the perfect shape of her mouth before he could put the brakes on. Her wide-eyed gaze was like a doorway into another dimension, the almond roca pools beckoning him closer as though they could offer him salvation. And for the first time, in as long as he could remember, he found himself wanting to accept the offer. He'd yearned for absolution for so long and it felt as though she were offering up on a silver platter, without being aware.

Lucy fought the sudden urge to reach out, just to brush the strands of azure hair that fell across his forehead. Eye contact with him was so incredibly heavy, so much so that she felt as though it was pulling her back down from the high the whiskey had set her on. It was curious and uncomfortable all in the same breath. His dark eyes cleared just long enough for her to see the pain that he locked inside of himself. Too many times Erza had told her of his burden, of the guilt that shackled him to his path. She forced herself to look away, to gaze back up at the stars and ignore that selfless side of her that demanded everyone be shown forgiveness. "Is that what it's called?" she finally spoke. "Loke taught me, was listening to Shakira one day when he opened his gate and guess he figured I needed to learn. But, can I just say you're much better at it than he is?" Not to mention, he never got that close. Ever.

"Muchas Gracias," Jellal smiled as he watched the color in her cheeks deepen. "Es porque tenía una hermosa pareja."

Her eyes rolled at the sound of his deep, rich voice speaking with a perfect Hispanic inflection that had ever graced her ears. There was something that got her every damn time about a guy who could speak a foreign language and he took the cake. She'd felt that one all the way down to her toes and her panties would never ever be the same. "Thank you," she coughed to clear her throat before daring to look back at him. "But, while that sounded real… Um,sexy. What exactly did you say?"

He blinked and quickly averted his gaze, trying to hide the blush he could feel warming his cheeks. Sexy? That was something he'd never been graced with when speaking in his native tongue. Erza had always ignored it. Ultear, Meredy and most of his gang almost always jumped him for not speaking where they could understand. They'd never once bothered to ask what it had been that he spoke, just that it was rude. Cobra, though he too spoke Spanish fluently, always made fun of him. But then, what did one expect when it came to the Slayer being Cuban to his Puerto Rican? "I said it was because I had a good partner," he said quickly and purposely left off the beautiful part.

"Maybe you could teach me Spanish sometime."

He stilled at her suggestion, thinking it had to be a joke. "Really?"

Lucy furrowed her brows at the disbelief in his tone, unsure why he'd think she was lying. She loved to learn new things and a new language could come in handy. "If you'd be willing to teach me, I'd love to learn."

Jellal's head fell to the side and he studied her for a moment, shocked even if he shouldn't be. All night she'd proved to be… different. "I would enjoy that," he smiled. "Then you can sound 'sexy' like me."

"And you call me the dork," she chuckled.

His smile widened. "Tu eres tan yuka."

"What?"

He pointed over at her "Tu eres tan yuka. Tu being you, are a dork," he winked. "Tu eres tan yuka means you are a dork."

Oh god, don't keep smiling like that. She was thankful that she was no longer standing because she could feel the knees liquefy every time he did. It was an earnest smile, one that she'd never thought him capable of but if that was the smile he'd used on Erza… She could completely see how the Requip mage had fallen. It wiped away the years of strain, the weight he carried to reveal the boyish qualities beneath. To quell the itch between her thighs, she crossed her legs and winced when one foot brushed against the bottom of the other. She pulled her legs up and lifted one to rest her ankle against the other. "Heels are evil, Jellal and I really should've taken them off BEFORE we started climbing the stairs," she grimaced as her fingers brushed over what had to be a blister in the making on the bottom of her big toe.

Jellal glanced over at her and frowned before pushing himself to sit up. He motioned for her foot, "Let me see."

She looked at him skeptically and hesitated, hating to have her feet messed with. But when he motioned again, she reluctantly turned and placed her foot in his lap. His long, thin fingers were gentle as they gripped her foot, his palms larger than she would have initially thought. But that could have just been the way it looked in comparison to her small, size six foot. The pads of his fingers were slightly calloused as he lightly ran his thumbs up the underside and she bit her lip when he passed over the arch. Her toes curled and she had to mentally remind herself to not kick him in the face.

He felt her leg tense and could feel the slight pull when he touched the most sensitive parts of her foot. He couldn't help but laugh at the restraint on her face. "Someone's ticklish."

"Just a lit-" Lucy started only to burst out into laughter as he began to tickle her foot. "No! No don't!"

Jellal relented and could not help but stare openly at her as she tried to catch her breath. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or her laughter that had flushed her cheeks, but her face glowed. She was beautiful when she laughed. Really beautiful… The sound of her sighing loudly brought him back and he quickly looked down in refusal to meet her eyes. Suddenly he felt the need to watch his fingers as they rubbed at the ball of her foot. He shouldn't be having the thoughts he was and couldn't allow himself to show interest.

She couldn't get her eyes to cooperate as she openly studied his facial profile as he kneaded the sorest parts of her foot. His touch was like a godsend, evaporating the pain. But that thought only brought her back to the way he'd felt pressed against her, those very hands gripping her hips as they moved to the music. It made it too easy for her mind to wander into dangerous territory, questioning just how good they'd feel elsewhere. Lu… You… We're drunk and he was Erza's. But she broke up with him. But she JUST broke up with him. His fingers moved down over her arch again, hitting a place that made her audibly gasp before a whimper slipped out.

He stilled at the sound that came from her lips, silently scolding the man downstairs for instantly reacting to it. His inebriated mind automatically equated it to the sexual side of things and it made him want to hear more. But she took the option away when she pulled her foot back, and boy was he thankful. Any more and I'd… He couldn't allow himself to go down that road. "Perhaps I should escort you home," he said quickly as he withdrew completely and moved to get up.

Lucy felt a pang of disappointment at the loss of his touch. The quickness with which he pulled away left her feeling a mixture of relief and confusion, but she shook it off. It was for the best and sleep was starting to look like a good option. It would clear her head of the alcohol and the thoughts she was having. Tomorrow, this would be nothing more than a passing fancy. "Yeah, probably."

Being the gentleman he was, he ignored the warning bells in his head and offered her a hand up from the ground. Her hand slid into his and he pulled her up, but she swayed on her feet. He quickly reached out when she started to fall back and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back up against him. "Easy th-" He started but paused when the world seemed to tilt when he found her looking up with those soul-scorching eyes of hers. "There…"

She couldn't move. It was unclear as to whether it was from shock, her knees abandoning her or outright refusal to break contact. It was similar to when he'd dipped her earlier, only so much stronger this time. Under her fingers, she could feel tensed, muscular arms that she couldn't resist gripping tighter as though the fabric of his shirt would just melt away. The space between her body and his was like the air in her lungs, gone, non-existent. Oh god… please don't...

Jellal's eyes dropped to watch her tongue dart over her full lips, the moonlight glistening over the now wet flesh. This was bad. So bad and he tried to will himself to let go, but he couldn't. His hands, his arms, his body. They all completely ignored every last directive his brain sent out to do just that.

"Find a good girl that you can't say no to…"

Erza's words came back to haunt him as though she knew what would be thrown in his path. It should hurt to have her voice in his head, but instead, it propelled him forward. He'd been in this very position before, with her even, but he'd squandered it. It was like the heavens were giving him another chance and this time he couldn't say no, not to the intoxicating woman who'd stripped him of all control in a single evening. "Eres tan hermosa." The words were but a breath before his head dipped to claim her lips with his own.

Her eyes widened a fraction before the warm, inviting feel of his lips had them fluttering closed in surrender. Even if the contact was simple, innocent compared to the kisses she'd had before, it was still felt all the way down to the tips of her toes. If she wasn't so unsteady on her feet, she was pretty sure a leg would kick up the way it did on women in old black and white movies. Her fingers loosened their hold on his arms and slid up over his shoulders to bury in the nape of his hair as his lips slanted over hers.

Jellal audibly moaned when her lips willingly parted at the beckoning of his tongue sweeping over the seam. His hand slid up the gentle curve of her to bury on the sun - golden locks of curls, angling her face so he could deepen the kiss. Her lips tasted of whiskey and cherries, but one pass of her tongue had his taste buds singing with the flavor of summer berries and rich, sweet honey. And when the soft sound of a whimper reached his ears, he knew. Every vestige of restraint he may have had was vanquished along with any final shreds of doubt.

His lips, his taste, his smell… God, his sandalwood and pine scent was absolutely divine. It was too much and not enough, clouding her head even more than it already was. Stronger than any alcohol she'd dared and far more potent than any drug she'd ever heard of. It scared and thrilled her to the point of needing more, the consequences be damned. She nipped at his bottom lip and captured his tongue, her lips locking around it so that she could suckle more of the whiskey and peppermint flavor that was him.

Just kissing her wasn't enough. He wanted more, craved more of the gasps and whimpers she made as he left her lips to explore the soft edge of her jawline, needed to feel more of her body pressed against his. For once, he was glad he'd opted for lighter traveling clothes under his cloak. The thinner shirt allowed him to feel her chest heaving against him and he could feel the warmth of her body through his loose pants as her leg lifted against his. What the hell is she doing to me? The thought went unanswered as his lips trailed up to her ear and she let out the sweetest little moan when his teeth found the flesh part of her lobe. "Quiero hacer el amor contigo."

She had no clue what he'd said, but the husky whisper of his voice in her ear sent the most delicious tremor down the length of her spine. The way his hands traveled down her back to cup her ass, pulling her tighter against him, gave her a little hint as to what it might mean. Her toes curled and the fabric beneath her feet bunched, reminding her that his cloak was on the ground. It set her alcohol- drenched mind into action and she pulled away with a lazy smile. The world was still a little unsteady and she cautiously took a step back so that she could sink back down to her knees. Looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, she lifted a finger and crooked it. "I want you."

All of the moisture left his mouth the moment the softly spoken words left her lips. They stole the strength in his legs and his knees failed to hold him up any longer. He knew she probably had no clue what he'd said, so it was her actually wanting him. She wasn't replying to him, but instead stating her own desire. His desire wasn't one sided. Dropping down in front of her, he watched as she reached up to pull the few pins left in her hair and the curled locks fell to frame her heart-shaped face. He couldn't resist reaching up to finger the strands before cupping her cheek in his palm. The way her eyes fluttered closed as she pressed her face into his hand nearly did him in. "Are… Are you sure?" he questioned as he leaned in to ghost his lips over hers, giving them both the last chance out.

"Is this proof enough?" Lucy whispered against his lips as she slipped her hand between them to cup the evidence of his desire through his pants. She felt its hard length twitch under her touch and the moan he let loose in her mouth only made her core clench. His tongue stole into her mouth and her fingers stroked his covered arousal in time to the battle that ensued between their tongues. Was she sure? In her state, it was the only thing she did know. Even with the edges of darkness creeping in on her inebriated mind, he'd ignited a fire inside of her that she prayed consumed her.

Her touch was maddening, so much so that he couldn't hold himself back from thrusting into her delicate little hand. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he craved the feeling of skin against skin. And it wasn't the animalistic drive to satisfy his own need that he broke from time to time to quench. It was her skin, her touch, her that he craved. It was the need to satisfy her to the point that he forgot his own name and could only remember hers. He needed more than just her hand clutching him through fabric. Reaching down, he cupped his hands under the perfect globes of her ass and lifted her up against him. A moan clawed up his throat to explode into her mouth as her legs willing went about his waist. It took every ounce of self-control to slowly lower their entwined bodies back onto the cape covered ground and not just throw her down to sink himself inside of her the way he wanted.

She didn't feel the cold seeping through the cape or the lack of give in the hard stone ground beneath her. The only thing she could feel was the inviting warmth of his body against hers, the way his hands moved over her body, the unscratchable itch and tingle that settled between her thighs when his hips pressed down into her. Calloused fingers drug teasingly up the outside of her thigh and the world's rotation only sped up, making her lightheaded. Her hips bucked up against him and she whimpered as his lips left hers to trail down over her chin. The feather light kisses he trailed over her throat added to the dizzying effect, leaving her feeling as though she swayed on the precipice of something unknown. She wanted to clutch onto him but her fingers went numb. Oh god… He… I'm gonna-

Sweet and savory was suddenly his favorite flavor combination. Her skin tasted the way she smelled, vanilla and chamomile with just a hint of salt. He never indulged in desserts, his sweet tooth seeming nonexistent. Until her. Her pulse felt erratic beneath his lips, matching the speeding pace of his own. Even as his lips descended to the tops of her ample cleavage, he could just make out the sound of her heart pounding against her breast. The top of her dress impeded any further movement downward and he needed more. He heard her let out a long sigh as his hand slipped under her back but he stilled when his fingers found the small tab of her zipper. The soft, barely heard sound of a gentle snore had his head lifting so that he could peer up and a huff of disbelief shot out of his mouth.

She… Karma, this is you isn't it? Payback for what I've done in the past...

Her face had completely relaxed and her breathing had evened out as the leg that had been hooked over his hip slipped. He wasn't exactly sure how to take it until he caught sight of the near empty whiskey bottle sitting near the top of the steps. It had to be the reason for her instantaneous passing into slumber because she'd been as high as he was just seconds before. She gave another soft snore and mumbled something he couldn't distinguish as any language he'd ever heard before. A light chuckle tumbled from his lips and he moved to slide next to her sleeping form. It really was for the best, she deserved more than a drunken toss at the top of the bell tower. And he needed to allow the alcohol to clear from his head because this could very well be a huge mistake.

Jellal propped himself on his elbow beside her and the breeze must have chilled her because she immediately curled up against him. Even the innocent act of her nuzzling her face against his chest and mumbling his name caused him to physically ache for more of her. He gently draped his arm over her and lightly brushed the hair away that had fallen into her face to shield her from his view. He could almost hear Meredy's voice in his head, telling him what a creeper he was for watching someone sleep. But he didn't really care, he'd take the title and suffer for it later. He wanted to know what it was about her that was so incredibly different. Why had she been able to break through his defenses in a matter of hours when Erza hadn't been able to in years?

He knew very well it could just be a combination of the alcohol and the shock he'd received earlier in the evening. The sheer amount of whiskey he'd consumed was largely out of character, so that could very well be it. Unfortunately, there was something nagging at him. Telling him that wasn't exactly the case because his out of character actions with the Blonde had started well before he'd even obtained a buzz. And laying there, in that moment, his head was already clearing. Her laughter still echoed in his head, the soft gasps and whimpers she'd made were still driving his body's desire for her. The image of her laughing, carefree, was still plastered in the forefront of his mind.

She shivered against him, pulling him from his thoughts and he found himself smiling when she tried to press herself even closer against him. He knew he should get her home or somewhere warmer, but logic dictated that wasn't going to exactly happen. He was strong, but carrying her down over a dozen flights of stairs was a huge stretch. He was no miracle worker by any means, which only left one recourse. He reached over her and pulled the edges of his cape up over her small frame to cover her exposed skin. At least it was summer and he was used to sleeping in open spaces, under the blanket of the heavens. As he wrapped himself around her, he couldn't help but think that this was the first time since the tower that he'd actually had someone to sleep next to.

The loud, obnoxious tolling of bells pulled Lucy from the comfortable, warm confines of sleep with a startled yelp. She sat up and blinked in her confusion as she covered her ears to shield them from the head-splitting sound coming from above her. Unsure of where she was, she looked around and found herself face to face with an equally confused looking blue-haired man. Suddenly the night before came rushing back in with vivid clarity and her cheeks instantly heated. She could remember kissing him, good lord could she remember his lips, and him settling between her legs there on the ground. But everything after seemed hazy or just plain old nonexistent. "Jellal…"

He thought it had all been a dream. He was pretty sure it had been until that god awful sound had startled him from sleep and someone had pushed off of him before his eyes had even opened. He'd shot up and found himself sitting beside the Celestial mage that had indeed haunted his dreams. Clearly she had because in the bright light of day, she was still fully clothed and she had definitely been naked beneath him before he'd been so rudely woken up. The pink color in her cheeks told him that the night before had been real, though. He had brought her to where they were and kissing her had actually happened. The bells tolled again above them and it only served to drive a skewer of pain through his temples. "We need to get out of here before we're deaf," he shouted over the sound of the bells.

She gave a quick nod and quickly jumped up to find her shoes. It didn't matter that she probably looked a mess, he was right. Every thunderous ring of the bells threatened to burst her eardrums and it made her head painfully throb. She found the discarded sandals and quickly stumbled down the first few steps until she found her footing adequate enough to run down the first few flights before bothering to stop and wait for him to catch up. It was confusing her as to why the bells were going off the way they were. They only rang for a couple of reasons. Weddings, city celebrations and… Her eyes widened and she quickly figured out the days in her head. It was Saturday yesterday which means-

"Sunday mass," Jellal said as he came up beside her. That had to be it, which would only mean one thing. The church would be full when they got down to the bottom. So much for quietly slipping out. He sighed at his thought, not overly concerned for himself, but more for her. He shouldn't have brought her here, or at the very least, gotten her out and back to the safety of her home before she'd passed out. Without thinking, he reached out to take a hold of her free hand and pulled her towards the next flight of steps. He'd figure a way to get her out without anyone seeing. "Come on, we need to get you home."

Her breath stalled at the contact and her mind short-circuited, leaving her to just follow along with his lead. She hadn't expected the overly familiar touch, but there was no way she would let go. His hand felt too natural around hers and the most delightful warmth spread up her arm from the contact. It made her wish for more, made her crave his touches from the night before. But then humiliation settled in. She'd fallen asleep on him, passed right the fuck out without so much as a warning. That had to be why her memories were so crystal clear and then nothing but a dark void. She just knew he had to think her horrible and would most likely never touch her again. Just the thought made her chest tighten and she didn't know why. Which, given the light of day brought the reminder that Erza would probably kill her, it was probably for the best. Right?

As they made their way down the last flight of steps, he could already hear the organ playing and people singing inside of the sanctuary. It dashed the hope of being able to slip out among the throng of people filing in for their holy day service. The only bright side was that Sunday service meant that the side doors would be open, allowing them to slip out without as much exposure to those inside. If they were lucky, no one would be in the vestibule which would even be better. If we're really lucky, all the Fairies will be coming to a later service because of drinking too much last night. He knew it was wishful thinking, especially when he knew without a doubt that Erza always went to the first mass on Sundays. Without fail and she was a creature of habit. He pulled her to a stop outside the open door that lead into the main part of the church and cautiously looked out before looking back. His eyes dropped to their connected hands and he felt his cheeks warm at the realization that he had her hand in his the whole way down. "W-we're, um, going to have to make a run for it," he stammered shyly as he released her. "Someone m-may see us if we go together so you go first and I'll follow behind."

Lucy felt her stomach drop in disappointment when he let go of her hand and bit at her lip as she studied him for a moment. Once they were outside, they'd go their separate ways as though nothing had happened. And it had. And I… I liked it… Erza probably would be mad, but then Erza had someone else now. Last night had been the first night in as long as she could remember that she'd actually enjoyed her time with someone. Even if it was with a man she'd only ever seen as stuffy and introverted to a fault. She'd seen a side of him that piqued her curiosity and she wanted to know more. Gods help her, she wanted to know him. "Jellal," she said quietly as she lowered her head to hide her nervousness for taking a leap like she was about to take. "What… Would it be wrong if I said I don't really care if someone sees?"

He studied her for longer than he should have, turning what she said over and over in his head. If someone from the guild saw them together, not only would it look bad and directly affect her reputation, but it would also spread like wildfire and get back to Erza. The two women were not just teammates, he knew they were close.

"Don't stay lonely for forever, you deserve happiness too."

The Requip mage's words came back again once more and his eyes dropped to where Lucy's teeth were worrying at her bottom lip. Erza was with someone else and he could honestly say his time with Lucy the night before had left its mark. She made him want to smile and with her, his shoulders didn't feel so goddamn heavy. He didn't really know what that meant, but he wanted to find out. He reached out again and grabbed her hand to pull her closer as his other hand came up to lift her chin. "Dame un beso."

"Wh-what?" She stuttered as her eyes met his, her knees weakening.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when the pink in her cheeks deepened and he dipped his head until their lips were a hair's breadth from touching. "Dame un beso," he repeated before giving her the clarification. "Kiss me."

In that moment, what he had said could have meant for her to go lemming herself off a cliff and she probably would have done it. The ardor that swam in those rich, chocolate brown eyes of his pulled her in and she leaned up to press their lips together. It wasn't the passionate kind that had stirred her blood the night before, but just the simple connection of their lips had her body tingling from head to toe. The grip of his hand tightened for a fraction of a moment before she felt it shift and his fingers laced with hers. But all too soon, it was over as she reluctantly pulled back to peer timidly up at him.

"Are you sure?" he asked breathlessly. His lips still tingled from where she'd kissed him, the feeling even stronger now that there was nothing in his system to dull his senses. "I mean if someone saw us."

Lucy didn't even have to think about it as she gave a quick nod of her head. She'd just explain it to Erza if something more came of it, but she wanted his lips on her again. Even if all they did was kiss and talk, she wanted to more of his time. "One hundred percent," she smiled. "And my place is right down the street, it's got hot water, food, and a bed."

Jellal wanted nothing more than to kiss her again, and again, right then but held himself in check by simply leaning down to place a chaste kiss to her forehead. He refused to let her hand go as he turned and checked outside the door once more. When he was sure the coast was clear, he quickly but quietly pulled her towards the exit. He didn't bother looking back, too afraid of what or who he might see. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on the door and held his breath until they were in the sunlight and laughing as they ran towards her apartment.

Cana's eyes bored a hole in the back of the Freed's head. How the hell he was up and so damn fast, she'd never know. They'd stayed out until one, had sex in several rooms of his home until three, showered and then had more round of sex before they'd finally passed out somewhere around four-thirty. It was only eight-forty and she wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed. But no, he'd insisted on the eight-thirty mass. That's what you get for choosing such a Dominant man. "Why couldn't we sleep in and go to mass at noon?" she whined as they approached the church steps.

"Because early mass allows for the rest of the day to be just for that," he quickly replied as he pulled her along. "Rest."

She silently mimicked his words, opting for that rather than a more violent alternative. Punching him in the throat seemed like a really great option at that point. She loved the guy, like loved him with everything she had. He took the top spot in her life, even above her love of liquor. But sometimes his quirky OCD was a bit much. "Fine," she huffed in resignation because she knew far too well that she'd never win against him in an argument. He and Lucy were by far the guild's best oral debaters. Their logic trumped everyone else, taking a dime and giving ten cents change.

"Is that…"

Not paying overly close attention, she found herself lodged into the Rune mage's back. For someone who was in such a rush, him stopping short made her look up in search of the reason. "Is what-" She started only to cut herself short and her eyes widened. Running from the side door of the church was her closest friend, Lucy, but there were two things that dropped her jaw in shock. The Celestial mage was in the same dress she knew the girl had worn on her date the night before, but she definitely was not with the guy she'd seen a picture of. Blue hair, a red tattoo under the right eye, high collared cloak…

"Is that Jellal with her?"

She watched the two run off towards Strawberry Street, hand in hand and the sound of their laughter could be heard from where she was. "I… Yeah," she gasped as she looked over at her equally shocked boyfriend.

"Surely that is not who Mira set her up on a date with, right?"

She shook her head at Freed's question and glanced off towards the direction the two had disappeared. She couldn't imagine that Mira had changed the date so suddenly, and definitely, would never set her up with Jellal. Even if it was common knowledge that Erza was very involved with Natsu, there was no way Mira would make that sort of blunder. Would she? Grinning, she tugged at her boyfriend's hand. "Come on, I've got a white-haired She-Devil to talk to."

So, yeah… I may have fallen in love with the fluffy, adorkable pairing of these two. They were so much fun to write and Yes… I am SO enjoying working on the second piece for this. Jellal being Puerto Rican is now officially headcanon for me. His name and imagining his sexy voice… Yeah, bye bye panty villages. But poor Jellal, all fired up finally for someone and Lucy passes out right at the good part LOL. But, alcohol will do that to you. I know from personal experience *shifty eyes*

The song they danced to is Haciendo Ruido by Pittbull ft. Ricky Martin. I figured I would include the link for the dance and the song. I personally watched this over and over and over again on mute while listening to the song on repeat. I instantly fell in love with picturing these two dancing like this.

The coverart, I made myself and is available on my tumblr. Photoshop and I have a love/hate relationship. I love to hate the way it sucks me in lol

Their dance:

watch?v=XkILrhxez6s

Haciendo Ruido by Pitbull ft. Ricky Martin

watch?v=tN-GdTOMejU

Because it was easier to put the translations down here for certain things he said:

Mierda - shit

Que ricas nalgas - What a delicious ass/butt.

Es porque tenía una hermosa pareja. - It's because I had a beautiful partner.

Eres tan hermosa - You're so beautiful.

Quiero hacer el amor contigo - I want to make love to you.

Dame un beso - Kiss Me

But, off to work on finishing the second piece to this so I can get back to Sound Pod.

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Big hugs and lots of love!

Princess Nana