Hi Everyone!

I want to give a huge shout out to a friend of mine who helped me on the Spanish for this. He's been a close friend for years and so happy that he's just moved back to the states from Puerto Rico (Yes, he's from there which was convenient given my new headcanon for the sexy Jelly Bean). Thanks C! You're the best! Even if I wouldn't use some of your "suggestions" haha! And Gem... Thank you so much for assuring me that I wasn't as crazy as I thought hehehe

For the guest reviews, thank you so much! And Akela, it is mainly the different dialects in the different countries. Yuca, in Puerto Rico is slang for dork and/or jerk :)

But I have to say, I am OVER THE MOON for all the love for this pairing. It got stuck in my head when I had watched Kaze No Stigma and heard Jellal's voice actor paired with Lucy's. I am so glad you all love them as much as I do! And YES! Spanish Jellal is definitely headcanon :D

But without further ado, I bring you part 2!

The moment she got the door to her apartment open, Lucy dropped her shoes and small purse just inside before making her way towards the kitchen. Even though he'd carried her half of the way on his back, her feet were still screaming and her entire body felt as though she'd been run over by a train. The liquor had dehydrated her, sleeping on the cold hard ground had stiffened her and the bells had split her head in two. She was in serious need of water and an entire bottle of ibuprofen. "Just make yourself comfortable," she called out as she walked over to the fridge and opened it.

Jellal closed the door behind him and hung his cape up on the coat rack that was just inside. Make himself comfortable? While he completely understood it was a sentiment of hospitality, he was sudden a jumbled mess of nerves. He was standing in the silence of her apartment, which seemed to completely fit the Celestial mage with its warm desert sand colored walls, dark brown furniture and splashes of pinks and yellows to accent it. It was cozy and inviting, yet he was a nervous wreck actually standing there, knowing they were completely alone.

Grabbing two bottles of water and four little brown pills, she made her way back into the kitchen and paused in the doorway. He was fidgeting his hands as though he was nervous and his face read exactly how she suddenly felt, completely at a loss. For all of her wanting him, she never considered the awkward moments after their decision was made. The lowered inhibitions and amped up adrenaline of the moment had vacated, leaving a backdraft of second guessing in its wake. "I, uh, I brought you a water and some medicine for your head," she said as she forced herself to move forward. "I-if you want, you could get a shower first and I'll cook us some breakfast."

He reached for the bottle she offered and started to say he wasn't hungry, but his stomach betrayed him with a growl. It seemed to break the uneasy tension that had built in the room, giving them both an opportunity to chuckle. "Despite what that sounded like," he smiled as he twisted the top of the water bottle off. "This is your apartment. Please, ladies first. You shower and I will see to our breakfast."

He can't really be serious? She blinked and stumbled for a reply, shock taking away her usual quick witted responses. No one had ever offered to cook for her, well with the exception of Freed and that had been disastrous. Her stomach still wasn't right after eating the fish he'd cooked all of those years before. But, otherwise she was always the cook and she rather enjoyed doing it. She cooked and her team ate. And ate, and ate until her pantry was left bare. "No," she finally chuckled. "You're a guest in my home. I wouldn't be a very good hostess if I made you do the cooking, you go ahead first and I'll have it ready by the time you get out."

"How about a compromise? You shower first, I will get one after and then we can cook together?" He offered up and when she opened her mouth to refute, he held up a hand to stop her. He wasn't about to back down because he felt responsible. Okay, and he wanted a little time to himself to gather his courage. Or wits. Or just get rid of the sudden awakening of the guy downstairs that images of her naked in the shower caused. "Lucy, I really do insist. I know that you are stiff and your feet must be killing you. It was my fault you were out all night. So, please. Go shower, warm up and get comfortable first."

Lucy wanted so badly to argue the point with him, but the very fact he was showing more concern for her well-being than even her own team did at times stayed her. In the span of just seconds, he'd shown himself to be a gentleman who cared and that got to her. An odd warmth spread out from her chest and she caved. "Fine," she conceded and turned to head off towards her room. "I promise to be quick."

He watched her walk off and shook his head with a chuckle. He'd seen her wavering on her stance and had seen the stubborn set of her jaw. "Take your time," he called out to her and moved towards the sofa to take a seat. Taking a sip of water, he opened his other hand to toss the two small pills in and took another sip to wash them down. He wouldn't admit it to her, but he was thankful for her forethought. His head was killing him thanks to the liquor and those blasted bells. But, it was worth it. The thought had him glancing back at the closed bedroom door. At that moment, she was most likely undressing just on the other side. His arousal twitched in his pants and he flopped back on the couch with a groan. We're going to get to know her first, Jackass.

She quickly turned the water on and started the shower so that it would have time to heat as she undressed. Not wanting to leave him waiting, she ran back out into her room and pulled a set of panties, a cami with a shelf bra and a loose pair of joggers out. When everything was neatly set out, including an old t-shirt and lounge pants she had of Gray's for him, she reached back to undo her zipper and winced at the soreness in her arms. Her fingers brushed against the zipper pull but no matter how she moved, she could never get ahold of the infernal thing. How the hell did I get this zipped last… The thought died on the vine as she remembered Virgo being there to help her dress. She could call the spirit out again but knew she really shouldn't. The Maid would find out Jellal was there and would only go back to tell Loke, who would show up unwanted or worse. He would open his gate and run to gossip with Gray. That would definitely be bad.

Jellal was just bringing the bottle of water to his lips when he heard the door open behind him. His brows furrowed in confusion, still hearing the water running, and he turned to find her walking out with bashful expression on her face. She didn't say a word as she made her way around the couch and stopped just in front of him, wringing her fingers. "Is everything alright?" he asked hesitantly. He prepared himself for the usual female issue that always came about with Meredy and Ultear, a bug that had to be cut down in the prime of its life. Those women could slay men, yet let a tiny spider go scurrying across the bathroom floor and they lost their shit. The first time it had happened, he'd honestly believed he'd go in to find King Kong or Godzilla terrorizing Tokyo. Perhaps if it were a city of sugar ants, that analogy could have worked given it was nothing more than a damned jumping spider that was maybe two centimeters in diameter at best. He'd eaten pieces of rice bigger than the arachnid.

She opened her mouth a couple of times to speak but quickly shut it every time, feeling like a complete moron. It was only a zipper. "I… Uh, funny story…" It's not a funny story, you twit! "Well, I mean, I could call out Virgo but… Um…" A stupid, silly zipper that she should have no problems getting to herself. She gave a huff because she was seriously batting a thousand here. Slumping her shoulders she turned her back to him and kept her eyes glued to the small coffee table in front of her. He didn't need to see the fact that her face was the shade of a vine-ripened tomato. "Um, c-could you…" She stammered and paused to swallow, her throat suddenly thick and as dry as the Sahara. "W-would you be so kind as to help me with my zipper?"

He stared at her back, watching her reach to pull her hair over a shoulder and blinked. Did she… Is she really… Does that mean… Her zipper? His lips thinned as he pushed himself up to stand and froze at the close proximity. Of all the things he could have imagined her saying, helping her unzip her dress was certainly not one of them. The prospect of seeing more of her creamy skin elated part of him, mainly the pervert that lived down below his belt. This was what he'd been dreaming about, he'd actually get to touch more of her. And yet he was suddenly feeling like a pimple-faced, high school teenager that was fixing to see his first naked girl. You can do this, Fernandes. You've done this for the girls a million times. He had, the problem was he didn't want them the way he wanted the blonde in front of him. They didn't affect him the way she did.

It felt like a lifetime that Lucy stood there, waiting with bated breath for something. Anything. His body was close enough for her to feel the warmth that permeated his clothes, close enough to feel his breath feathering across the back of her neck. It was awkward and arousing at the same time, leaving her torn between bolting back to the safety of her room and leaning back until there was contact. She was ready to go with the first when she felt the brush of his fingers against her back and the air died in her throat. It should have been shameful that something as simple as his knuckles gliding lightly over her skin should make her ache but she couldn't contain the shudder it elicited. Her ears barely registered the sound of the zipper when her hands came up to keep the loosened material from slipping to the floor. "Th-thank you," she managed to whisper.

His eyes followed the exposed length of her back, his mouth watering as he visually traced over her smooth flesh. He couldn't stop himself from leaning in just enough to fill his lungs with the heavenly scent of her before his mind registered that she had spoken. His fingers itched to continue down the path the metal track had just run, to find out if her skin really felt as silken as it appeared. No, the others definitely did not sway him the way she did and it shocked him to know it was stronger sober than it had been drunk. But you can't, not with her. She's too… Good and- "You're… Um, you're welcome," he coughed as he snatched his hand back. Sure, she had kissed him but it didn't mean she wanted sex. What exactly she wanted was still a mystery, but then so was what it was that he wanted. He just knew he wasn't ready to be alone again, he wasn't ready to part with her.

Her disappointment in the abrupt loss of his touch purged itself in a heavy sigh before she forced herself to pull away as well. The dampness of her panties, the slick feel between her thighs as she slowly walked back towards the bedroom was a stark reminder that she'd wanted his hands lower. She wanted his touch in other places, all over if she were to freely admit it to herself. The fact that her heart was still pounding in her chest and fire coursed through her veins said that she still did. But… What if he... Her feet came to an abrupt halt at the door and she felt herself swaying between the argument in her head. It terrified her to think what Erza would say, knowing the woman had admittedly been in love with him once upon a time. But that was long gone, forgotten in the arms of someone else who those around them knew it wouldn't be long before the two made it more permanent. And her, she'd been in more relationships than she could count. She'd played the fool and pacified others until she had nothing left to give. And not one of them had made her feel what she'd felt in the last twelve hours with him. When are you gonna do something for you? Stop thinking and act! "You know…"

Jellal tensed with the sound of her voice but turned to find her looking back over her shoulder with a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Know what?"

"We could conserve water if we showered together."

He froze in place, too stunned to move as he watched her disappear into her bedroom without another word. Did she… Does that mean… Should I… His mind seized as he stared at the door she'd left open. He could hear her moving about and knew when she'd opened the bathroom door by the sudden clarity of the sound of water running. His body wanted to follow in the worst of ways and it was only by sheer dumb luck that his mind maintained enough control to root him in place. He didn't want to hope that her words meant what he thought, didn't want to assume that she wanted him too. Until he heard the sound of the shower curtain pull across the metal rod. It was the catalyst his body needed to win the coup d'etat. Then he couldn't get undressed fast enough. He stumbled pulling off his boots, fell against the doorframe when he almost tripped removing his pants.

Lucy heard him enter the bathroom and despite the hot water flowing over her skin, a shiver traveled down the length of her spine to settle in the sweet spot between her legs. It had been unclear if he would follow and she'd never been more scared in her entire life in the long minutes she'd waited to hear him moving in her direction. It had given her time to second guess her impetuous decision to make a move. It would be extremely awkward and she'd never be able to face him again if he didn't want her that way. She'd be forced to go back out there afterward, and that was if he bothered to stay. Every scenario had played out in her head, each one worse than the one before it until she heard the loud stumbling. Then it all shifted to pins and needles, nervous self-doubting as she waited for him to step into the shower. Her hips were a little too wide, her boobs a little too big, she didn't have sculpted abs. The shower curtain pulled back and she swallowed hard to will her stomach to drop back down where it was supposed to be.

Jelly. It was the consistency of his knees when he stepped into the shower and caught sight of her. Phoebe Cates' infamous pool scene couldn't hold a candle to the vision the blonde created. Pink dusted her cheeks and her white teeth worried a full bottom lip. The water raining over her slicked her honey-gold hair down, weighting it so that it fell down over her arms that were barely containing her ample chest. His tongue darted over suddenly dry lips as he followed the rivulets of water that ran down her flat stomach to the small triangular patch of blonde curls that gated the junction of her shapely thighs, over the pinched waist and delicious flare of her hips that had had felt perfect under his hands the night before. The heels and short hemline of her dress had made her legs look good before, but bare they were even better. Long, sun-kissed and toned, his arousal twitched at the mental image of them wrapped around him the way they'd been just hours before. "Perfeccion," he breathed aloud.

While she didn't speak a lick of Spanish, she knew enough to know what he'd said and it released a kaleidoscope of butterflies in her belly. Perfection? Hardly, not when compared to him. She'd seen him shirtless once before, years back at the water park after the Games. But even then, she'd been hard pressed to remember and seeing him now she couldn't fathom why. Broad shoulders led to arms that were as perfectly sculpted as she'd envisioned. A wide, well-defined chest and chiseled abs that just begged to be traced. The faintest hint of a thin trail lead down to a cleanly trimmed patch of navy and her core clenched in anticipation for the treasure that proudly stood out from it. His arousal, while not the biggest she'd had, was flawless in her mind. Not too long and what he didn't have in length, he made up for in girth with just the slightest curve. Her eyes finally reached his powerful thighs and she snapped her gaze back up, realizing she'd been ogling him the way Natsu eyed a juicy steak. That's just great, Lucy. "So…" she blushed and followed with the first dumb question that popped into her head. "Figured we'd get breakfast cooked faster this way?"

Breakfast? That was admittedly the last thing on his mind but her voice brought him back to what was. Her, every square inch of beauty that was the Celestial mage. Was I blind before? He was on her before it registered in his own mind that he'd moved, pushing her up against the tiled wall. "Fuck food," he growled as his fingers buried in the wet locks of her hair. "I'm all for water conservation." His mouth crashed against hers and he couldn't contain the moan her immediate response pulled.

Lucy was beside herself, unable to catch her breath and drowning in the aptly named Heavenly Body mage. His fingers gripped her hair just the way she liked, hard muscle immaculately molded against her soft curves. Her own doubts and reservations evaporated as she traced his corded back, her fingers digging in to pull him even closer than he was. The oaken cast and licorice spiced flavor of him filled her mouth as their tongues danced and still she wanted more. She nipped at his tongue and bottom lip before she broke for air and trailed her lips down over the sharp angle of his jaw.

The scraping of her nails down his back and her teeth nipping at his flesh was driving him to the edge of sanity. His body ached for more, he wanted to be the one driving her but every time he tried to pull her back up she simply pushed at his hands and sank lower. Her lips, her tongue were like matches, burning a trail across his stomach and igniting an inferno inside. His fingers tried in vain to grip at the tile and he had to lean in to press his forehead against the cool surface for some semblance of relief from the heat. Her warm eyes lifted and locked with his as a playful grin pulled at the corners of her lips. "O-oh God," he moaned as her thin fingers wrapped around his throbbing girth but it was the tight, warm confines of her mouth that had her name bursting from his lips. "Mierda! Lucy!"

The throaty sound of his already raspy voice was like a bullet to her nervous system and all she could do was moan around him as the ripples of desire coursed under her skin. The masculine scent of him filled her nostrils until he was the only thing in her lungs and her tongue welcomed the sweet and salty taste. Everything about him pulled her in, made her want to lose herself in the act of worshiping him and she did. The hard, ungiving porcelain beneath her knees, the aches, and pains from sleeping on concrete, the pounding in her head - all of it was long forgotten as she memorized every inch of him with her mouth. And even then, she couldn't get enough. Her fingers dug into the firm cheeks of his ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust until she could feel him entering her throat over and over again.

She… She's going to kill me. Jellal knew it as strongly as he knew he wanted to die inside of her. Strings of unintelligible curses and bits of Spanglish tumbled from his lips as a hand dropped to bury in her hair. He could feel the edges of his end creeping in. The telltale pressure in his gut, the frayed ends of his nerves firing off at the base of his spine, the tightened of his balls. Her oral skills were too much and yet not enough. He wanted, no, needed more of her, all of her and he'd be damned if he didn't get it. His fingers tightened in her hair and he pulled himself from the heavenly confines of her mouth. "Levántate," he commanded as he pulled at her hair. "Stand."

His authoritative tone gave her reason to shudder as she willfully followed his order. No sooner was she up, he spun her around to face the wall and his lips attacked her shoulder. She felt the hard length of him brush against her ass and she could not resist the urge to push back against him as his hands traveled over her body. His touch fanned the flames of an already blazing fire but it erupted into an inferno when his fingers captured her sensitive nipples. Her back bowed when he pinched and pulled, feeding his grasp more and too soon the stimulation was gone as his fingers trailed downwards with the teeth that bit at her back.

Her skin was softer than he'd imagined, the finest of Chinese silk wasn't able to compare to the way she felt beneath his touch. The sounds she made, every moan and whimper only drove his hunger for more as he reached the small of her back. He conceded to the momentary notion that he was losing himself to her. Each little thing about her, every inch of who she was consuming him. If she asked it of him, he'd sign his very soul over to her because for the first time in over a decade there was no remorse or guilt staining the edges of his existence. A small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips when she shuddered as his tongue lightly flickered over the natural curve above her ass.

Lucy gasped as her eyes went wide as his tongue entered the valley between her ass cheeks. Long, firm fingers sunk into her flesh, spreading her for exploration she'd never experienced before. The OCD part of her brain protested, vehemently, while her body succumbed to the new sensations. Pushed up the wall until she stood on the tips of her toes, her hands grasped at water slicked tiles while her body trembled. The sounds that tumbled from her lips shocked her and for a moment, she questioned if it was truly her voice that sounded so hoarse, so thick with desire as she cried out his name when the tip of his tongue pushed into a place no one had been before. With anyone else, she would have Lucy-kicked them into next week. But with him, she couldn't find it in her to resist and definitely not when it was over as quick as it started.

The moment his tongue delved into her weeping core, he audibly moaned to convey the praises his taste buds were singing. She was sweet like a vine ripened strawberry with just the slightest hint of coppery tang and it left him greedy for more. Over and over again, his tongue speared into her to pull more of her taste out and he delighted in the way she readily pushed back into his touch. But the real prize came when his lips descended even further to wrap around the small, erect nub of her clitoris. Her whole body seemed to vibrate against him and her moans rose into elated cries of passion. It left him breathless and hard for her in a way he'd never been. Not even with Erza…

She was teetering on the edge of bliss, so sure she'd fall over the side and spontaneously combust when his mouth abandoned her. The pout that settled on her lips and the whimper of protest was earnest when he turned her precipitously turned her and crushed his lips to hers. The unexpected shift could be felt in the way he commandeered her mouth. It wasn't just desire and lust she tasted on his tongue or felt in his touch as his hands pulled her close. Need, pure and unshielded need seeped from his pores when he pulled away and she could see it swimming in the murky depths of his eyes. It brought her down from her high enough to know that this wasn't just a simple tryst for him. He was broken, but then… So was she. Perhaps not as much, but broken just the same. "I can't say it in a pretty language like you," she whispered as she brought a hand up to cup his cheek in an attempt to reassure him. "But let someone else save you for a change, let me take it away."

Jellal was utterly speechless when her lips brushed against his. He didn't know how she knew that he'd suddenly felt as though he were drowning. Just the simple reminder of a name had pain exploding in his chest, taking away his breath and he was sinking fast beneath the waves. But then she happened. The Celestial mage, in all of her wisdom, knew and offered him a life preserver he so desperately needed. He could only follow her lead as she turned the water off, their attempt at getting clean long forgotten as she pulled him from the shower and towards her room without bothering to dry off. He didn't dare speak for fear of no longer having a voice as she lead him to her bed and turned him before pushing him down to sit. He wanted to argue, wanted to tell her they'd soak her bed but even that burden she took away as she climbed into his lap.

For once, it was her doing the rescuing and that was what was guiding her. It empowered her in a way she wasn't quite prepared for, giving her the courage to take the control from his hands. And she felt it as she straddled him and buried her face into his neck. Neither of them needed the hot and heavy pace they'd set for themselves in a fit of desire. His arms circled her tightly as though he feared she'd disappear, proving that very point. They both needed the touch of a lover to know they still existed, to prove they were still breathing. They needed to erase the past and create a new beginning. "Let it go, Jelly," she whispered against his warm, slick skin as she gently kissed the erratic pulse in his neck. "Trust me. The only thing that exists is the here and now."

He shuddered at her words and willingly gave himself up to the safety of her hands as they caressed his back, to the warmth of her lips as she kissed her way up the side of his neck. Trust was never an easy thing for him and allowing someone else to save him was unheard of. He knew it. The redhead had tried so many times and he'd blocked her out every time. Perhaps he'd run too far, fought too much, but he couldn't deny the blonde in his arms. "Te necesito, Lucy," he managed to whisper when his throat finally thinned enough to do so. And he did, in that moment, he needed her the way his lungs needed air. "But… I don't know how."

Smiling at his words, Lucy kissed her way along his jawline and up over his cheeks and eyes. His words, that he needed her, made her realize something she hadn't considered. And while it was scary as hell, the truth of it made sense and pushed her forward. Perhaps fate showed her hand when she placed them in the same bar, at that exact time. She needed to save someone just to validate her existence and he needed someone to save him and validate that he wasn't the monster he saw himself as, that he deserved all the love someone had to give as much as she needed to give it. Her hands came up to gently brush the thick, wet locks of his hair back as she brushed her lips against his. "Then let me show you."

Resistance was futile, especially when her touch held the promise of forgiveness. For the first time in as long as he could remember, redemption was close enough for him to touch, to grasp and claim for his own. Her lips molded to his, soft and gentle, coaxing him to follow her lead. His fingers timidly explored her back while their tongues melted into one another in a languid dance. The heated, frantic pace from earlier and the night before discarded, traded in for what felt like a long way home on a summer's day after being trapped in an endless winter. Her body pressed against his bathed him in a warmth that he didn't realize he needed, her fingertips lightly caressing his skin like a light breeze. It spoke to something deep inside of him, in a place he didn't think existed and that terrified him.

She felt him tense as his fingers began trembling against her skin and she broke the kiss to press her forehead to his. Failed relationship after failed relationship, never being the strong one and always being the damsel in distress hadn't all been completely wasted. If anything, it taught her a little bit about fear of the unknown, about wanting to curl up inside of oneself to block out the world, about the pain that came with opening up and giving pieces of yourself only to have them rejected or worse. His eyes revealed the helplessness, the uncertainty that he felt and when his lips parted to speak, she gave a gentle shake of her head. There were times when silence meant everything when words became useless and actions told stories. She reached back for his hands and pulled them between their bodies.

Jellal could only sit there and watch, his breath catching every time she pressed a fingertip to her lips. It was such a simple thing, nothing overly special about the way she slowly progressed to his palms and further down to his wrists. But it had brought back memories he didn't realize he still carried with him. It was something his mother had done for him as a child to take away the hurt from a skinned knee or fall from a tree, but this was entirely different. Her touch didn't stop there as she made her way up each arm to his shoulders and while it had the same soothing effect, it was if she was pouring herself into him to erase everything that lay beneath the surface. Years of fear, self-loathing, doubt, hatred, pain. By the time she made her way back up to his neck, the only thing he could feel was her running through his veins and below the surface of his skin.

Her lips found his again and she audibly sighed when he responded with a reverence she wasn't expecting. His arms circled around her to embrace her almost protectively as a hand found the back of her head to pull her in deeper. His tongue openly greeted her, twisting with hers in an unhurried caress that spoke volumes of emotions that couldn't be voiced. Patience, acceptance, understanding, freedom, faith - It was all there in the way he pulled her against him and rolled her to press her into the bed with his weight. Her arms and legs went around him, keeping their skin fused as one as his lips left hers to trail down to her chin. He seemed to mimic her as he slowly kissed across her jawline and up over her cheek. There wasn't a place on her face that he left untouched, uncared for before he moved down to her neck. For the first time in… Ever, the world truly did fade and fall by the wayside until the only thing that existed was his touch, his lips… Him. "Jellal…"

The whispered sigh of his name on her lips pulled him deeper as his fingertips trailed her sides and the curve of her hips. It wasn't a plea he heard in her voice but a prayer, as though his appellation was holy and it awed him. He lifted his head to look down at the blonde beneath him and it was like he was seeing her for the first time. She wasn't just the Celestial mage that the rest of the world was privy to. Laying there with her honey blonde hair fanned out around her, the soft rays of sunlight that filtered through the curtains on her window dancing on the golden strands and setting the golden flecks in her almond roca eyes aglow - she was truly blessed by the heavens, an angel sent to walk among men. The shadow of hope flared inside of him, tightening his chest and he dropped his head to nuzzle his nose with hers. "Estás hermosa," he said softly as he brushed her lips with his. "Te Deseo."

Lucy didn't have to understand the words to feel the effect they had when his lips sealed over hers. The way he looked at her in that moment, she felt beautiful, alive but most importantly, she felt wanted. It wasn't just a need. Desire flared again in her breast as he kissed her with a passion she'd never felt before. It wasn't rough or demanding, instead, it begged her to return it as his tongue slid along hers. One hand cradled her head as though she were fine china as another slipped beneath her thigh, pulling a leg she'd had hooked over his hip up to he readjust himself between her thighs. The length of his arousal settled between their bodies and she softly moaned into his mouth when his hips flexed and it slid between her folds to gently stroke the sensitive little nub nestled inside. For every delicate moan he coaxed from her, he responded with one of his own until they were breathless and gripping each other for more. "I… I want you, Jellal," she panted against his lips. "More than anything… I want… I want to be wh-whole with you."

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

He didn't exactly understand just what everything meant or what the future held outside of her embrace, away from the trembling of her body or the way it seemed to open up around him. But any lingering doubts, any remnants of holding back were wiped away with her words. She wanted him the same way he wanted her, needed her and there was no denying her. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled himself back enough to feel the tip of his arousal slip to the welcomed warmth of her slick entrance. Her soul rendering gaze locked with his and he lost himself in the way her eyes widened just a fraction as he slowly slid himself inside of her. His muscles tensed and his eyes threatened to close, needing to fully accept the way her body molded around him to fit him like a pair of tailored gloves, but he forced himself to resist. The way her eyes glassed over enough for him to see himself in the reflection and the way her lush lips parted with the sound of a guttural moan was too beautiful to miss.

"Te necesito..."

His words returned to her mind as her body hummed to life beneath him. The way it felt to be joined to him, to be so incredibly full of him so that there was no end and no beginning, it rocked her to the core. She needed him, needed this more than she'd ever truly considered. Every time he'd slowly withdraw, she'd dig her heels into the hollows of his ass to pull him back. An ache, an unimaginable emptiness threatened to settle in without him fully sheathed inside of her. Their lips crashed together, their breath and sounds of passion intermingling together until they were one. Her fingers gripped and clung to the moving muscles of his corded back as his fingers did the same, burying in the hair at the nape of her neck and digging into her flesh as though he was afraid to let go. The pace he set was agonizingly slow but she couldn't ask for more. She needed to feel every little sensation of him moving within her. Her body needed to commit every detail, every second to memory for fear that she'd never feel the way she was feeling in that moment. Surrounded, protected, needed, desired… Adored.

Jellal came to the sudden realization that he'd never truly understood what many others had meant when they spoke of beauty in the world. Until that very moment. He'd always seen the worst that life had to offer, in others around him, in the destruction that greed and war had ravaged upon entire countries… In himself for the atrocities he, himself had committed against not only enemies but on those he claimed to care about. But there with her, surrounded by all that she was, her body and limbs clutching to him as though he were a life preserver, he could only see the beauty he never believed to exist. The soft moans and gasps of pleasure that came from her lips were a choir of angels singing the heaven's praises to his ears. The way her body rolled beneath him and rose to meet every thrust of his hips the ocean's waves crashing upon the sandy shore to wipe it clean of its imperfections. And her eyes, it was like watching the sunrise over an endless field teeming with life. He was sure he could see on forever and he wanted so desperately to show her what he saw.

She was utterly and completely lost in the man above her. His hips would snap against her, vaulting her high into the clouds and further still. Until she was sure she could reach out to touch the stars and she was sure she could hear the pounding of their hearts as their sweat slicked bodies met. Every part of her felt alive, electrified, on fire and just on the verge of exploding. He pulled her leg up higher and it allowed him to reach places inside of her that she never knew existed. Somewhere, everything shifted to where it was her clinging to him for fear of falling. It was him guiding her, showing her that nothing else existed outside of the confines of that bed, of that space. It was only them and he was her compass. A pressure was building up inside of her that she'd never experienced before. A tingling that was so much more intense than anything she'd ever felt started in the tips of her toes and fingers and raced up her arms and legs. "O-oh god, Je-Jellal," she cried out as her toes curled and her fingernails dug into his back.

The walls of her sex fluttered around him, the grip her body had on him cinching down even tighter than she already was. He knew before he heard her cry out his name that she was on the verge of falling and it was certain that he would go with her. The buzzing in the base of his spine was already screaming for release and the pain that came with her nails clawing into his flesh only seemed to heighten his sensitivity. He felt the pull from deep within his gut and his thrusts became hurried and harder with his need. "Venga para mi, Lucy," he growled as his fingers fisted in her hair. "Come for m-m-nghhhaaa... FUCK, LUCY!"

She wasn't sure how long they'd been lying there, naked and spent, but Lucy didn't exactly care as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. The sweat had long since dried and their breathing had evened out forever ago. Now that her proverbial feet were back on solid ground, she had the time to analyze what exactly had transpired. She'd cried. Real tears had fallen down her face when he'd taken her to a place that she'd never been. It had been like seeing his very soul. All of the bruises and scars, the burned edges and darkness that smudged something so beautiful. No one had ever given her that privilege, not like that. It made her heart ache for the damage done but what laid beneath the bruises and scars gave her hope. He'd given himself over to her in totality, trusted her enough to show her the ugly that laid beneath his stoic facade and that touched her heart in a way she wasn't expecting. She wanted to be the one that healed the bruises, that cleaned the smudges and made him shine again.

Jellal felt her stir finally against him and he smiled when her nose pressed against him with a contented hum. He pulled her tighter against his side, relishing in the feel of leg thrown over his and her arm draped over his chest while her dainty fingers drew lazy circles over his flesh. She'd amazed him, rendered him speechless, perplexed him and pulled him from the mire that perpetually swallowed him daily. In less than twenty-four hours, the blonde had stripped him bare of any defenses. He'd willingly shared pieces of himself that even those closest to him had no clue about, and he'd allowed her in when everyone else had always been barred from getting too close. He hadn't even put up a fight when she'd knocked on that door and laying there, he knew without a doubt that he wanted her closer. It didn't exactly make sense, but her tears had. He wasn't the only one stripped bare, he wasn't the only one with scars and wounds that needed to be healed. She'd not only accepted him, the burden of what he carried, but she'd laid herself open to prove he wasn't alone… That he didn't need to be alone, not anymore.

She felt his lips brush against her hair, pulling her from her thoughts and she lifted up to find him smiling softly. Her stomach flipped and the butterflies were suddenly back. "Hi," she timidly smiled.

"Hi there," he chuckled as he reached up to brush the back of his knuckles against her cheek. The pink stain that spread over her skin still held the same novelty that it had the night before, it made her glow in a way that captivated him. He felt her shift and cool air seeped in between them. "I…" He started to say he wasn't ready to let her go but stopped himself short, not wanting to sound as needy as he did in his own head. "Stay?"

A small squeak of surprise escaped her when he suddenly pulled her back down to press against him. Her intentions had definitely not been to leave. She wasn't ready to give up the warmth of his skin or the scent of him that surrounded her, but the plea in his voice with such a simple question overshadowed the need to pull the blankets up to shield them from the chill that hung in the air. "You've got me, Jelly," she whispered reassuringly. "I'm not going anywhere."

The nickname, he knew sounded utterly ridiculous and it made him laugh, but he couldn't bring himself to deny her the use of it. In a way, it put him at ease. She'd given him something that no one else had in a very long time. It separated him from the crowd in her eyes, it endeared him to her. He reached down to lift her chin so that he could ghost his lips over hers, a smile tugging at his lips when she audibly sighed. "If I'm Jelly," he mused comically. "Then does that make you peanut butter?"

The mention of food made her stomach growl and she laughed. "I'm going to assume that would be a yes," she chuckled. "Although, I've got eggs and bacon in the kitchen. Might even have the fixings for pancakes."

"Eggs and bacon sound like heaven," he sighed as a wave of hunger swept in. "But that would mean we have to get up."

Lucy chuckled and pressed her lips to his. "Unfortunately," she chortled as she slid her fingers along the lines in his abs as they made their way back to the solid wall of his chest. "But, we can do it together."

"You keep touching me like that and it'll be a while before either of us eat," Jellal growled before capturing her lips again. The way she so easily sighed into him, so eagerly responded in kind with lips that perfectly formed to his sent heat spiraling into his gut. He greedily wanted to lose himself again inside of her, to feel her pulling him under again only to raise him up baptized a new man. His arms tightened around her before he rolled onto his back, pulling her atop his body so that his hands could explore more of her decadent flesh.

The rumbling in her stomach was pushed to the farthest reaches of her mind as she straddled his waist. Food couldn't compete with the taste of his mouth or the feel of his skin against hers. His long, thin fingers crawled up her back as his lips broke to trail over her chin and that was all it took for her breath to catch and for her core to moisten again. In a way, it shocked her to see just how easily he could bring her body straight to the point of needing him in such a short span. It was like instant fixation, only this had an undercurrent that spoke of something much deeper than the materialized surface.

Her sex settled over him again, the warm, wet folds embracing his reawakening arousal and he couldn't defy the urge to pull her hips down against his. "Que me estas haciendo?" he moaned against her lips. While the question was rhetorical in its nature, he was eager for an answer. What exactly was she doing to him? He was inside out, turned upside down with his desire for more of her. For all of her, but the answer was not to come as time and place came crashing back in with the ungodly ringtone of a lacrima comm.

She stilled immediately at the familiar tinkering ring and groaned at the endless possibilities as to just who the hell it could be. If it were any of her teammates… Oh god! If it's Erza and I don't answer- She abandoned the thought in a fit of panic as she hastily pushed up to look around the room. The small crystalline device was nowhere to be seen, which could only mean she'd left it in the front room. "Sorry, Teammates… Don't need them here," she quickly mumbled as she extracted herself from his arms and threw herself towards the end of the bed.

Jellal blinked as he watched her pull herself upright only to catch a foot on the mess of blankets gathered. He quickly pushed himself towards her and reached out to catch her but found her slipping from his grasp, leaving him there to watch in horror as she tumbled head first off of the bed and onto the floor. His entire body cringed when she hit the floor with a groan, but surprisingly she was fast about getting back to her feet. "Lucy, are you al-" he started only to stop abruptly as he felt a fit of laughter clawing its way up his throat when she spun back to look at him. Her eyes were wide in shock, or it could very well be embarrassment, and her hair was more disheveled than it had been. Parts of the tangled mess stuck up where her head had made contact with the carpet covered floorboards and a telling red mark marred her cheek.

The Celestial mage gaped as laughter burst out of the blue-haired man kneeling on her bed, staring at her with amusement dancing in his dark, coffee-colored eyes. It didn't even occur to her to be offended that he was laughing at her wretched expense. The shock of seeing him looking so carefree, unhindered in finding the situation humorous the way she would have had it been her on the opposite end of things. It pushed away any negativity that could be had to leave her standing there, smiling at the change she could already see. She wanted to kiss him all over his handsome face but knew it would have to wait when the incessant ringing reminded her of the possible terror that loomed. Turning away, she ran out into the living room and frantically looked around until she spotted the contraption lying carelessly on the floor. Without another thought, she grabbed for it and pressed the answer button.

He heard the most unholy of screeches come from the living room and Jellal quickly pushed up from the bed, grabbing the first blanket he saw to wrap about his waist. He made it to the door in time to find her hectically trying to pull his shirt over her head. His lips folded back between his teeth in an attempt to keep from laughing at the string of curses that slipped from her lips as she finally got the thing on and grabbed for the lacrima. He was unequivocally positive that it had to be one of her nosey guildmates calling to see what she'd gotten up to the night before. But his face fell when she flipped the device over to reveal the amused face of his fellow teammate staring back at her.

"Why the fuck did you answer, Blondie?"

Lucy could feel the heat of embarrassment scorching her face as she tried in earnest to glare at the man on the screen. She'd come to like him well enough, given he had somehow become the love interest of one of her closest friends. But the cocky smirk and dimples that were too cute to be on his asinine face irked her at that moment. "Uh, maybe because you called me?" It didn't even register that she'd never given her comm number to Cobra until he replied.

"Uh, yeah no. I called Jellal so, I'll ask again. Why the fuck are you answering his lacrima comm, Blondie? And naked, no less."

Jellal sighed in resignation when she turned to give him a questioning look. He wasn't exactly ready to answer the questions he knew were to come, they still hadn't really had time to discuss the situation between them. But there was no helping the blunder or changing the way it was unfolding. He walked over and covered the screen with his hand before leaning down to brush his lips against hers. "Go ahead and throw some clothes on and I'll handle this," he smiled. "Then we can do breakfast."

"Who ya talking to, Babe?"

"Ink Blot and you'll never guess where the fuck he's at."

She glanced at the phone and groaned with the recognition of Laxus' voice. Just what they needed, those two Slayers showing up on her doorstep. She knew all too well that the blond would flip his shit in his overprotective way. "This could get ugly and fast," she frowned up at the Heavenly Body mage.

"Not if I can help it," he chuckled and reached around to place a light tap to her backside. While he hadn't expected Cobra's mystery person to be Fairy Tail's Powerhouse Slayer, it wasn't a huge surprise given the Ornery Ball of Hatred's admitted pansexual nature and appreciation for fair hair. "Go on and don't worry."

"He's where?!"

"She answered his lacrima comm…"

Lucy hesitated, just waiting for the clap of thunder she was sure to come at any moment. When it didn't immediately come, she gave a stiff nod. "Alright," she conceded. "But I may have to deal with Laxus."

He watched her walk off, his eyes following the sway of her ass under the hem of his shirt and barely contained his groan of protest when she shut the door behind her. "Why are you calling me, Erik?" he growled in annoyance when he lifted the lacrima to glare at the screen.

"More importantly, I'd say you better get to explaining why you're at Blondie's and not with the Armored Juggernaut before Static Cling is done getting dressed."

Jellal gave a roll of his eyes, the names the Slayers chose to brandish everyone with were often beyond retarded. "It's Erza," he stated flatly. "Not the Armored Juggernaut and… my business with Lucy is my own."

Lucy sat on the bed, listening to the sound of his voice as it drifted from the living room. She didn't really mean to eavesdrop but she wanted to give him space and pulling on her clothes would take her no time at all. Falling back on the bed, she smiled as she caught a whiff of his scent that still lingered on the sheets and she buried her face into the spot he'd been laying. It shouldn't make her as giddy as it did or make her want to wrap herself around him again, not when she knew that this could very well just be a one-time thing.

Cobra's brows shot for his maroon hairline. "Yours and the large ass, pissed-as-fuck Cabron upstairs, Asere." The Slayer sighed and shook his head. "I know we don't always see eye to eye but… You've really stepped in shit this time. No one gives a shit if you're fucking Titania but to be screwing around on her with Blond-"

"Erza is with Natsu," he frowned to cut the man off. He was a lot of things, but unfaithful wasn't one and he'd be damned if someone was going to think ill of Lucy.

The Poison Dragon Slayer frowned. "Carajo… That fucking sucks balls."

Jellal shrugged, realizing it didn't really hurt as bad as it did the night before. That's gotta mean something... "No worries," he replied stiffly. "What did you want?"

She heard the words exchanged between the two and whimpered despite herself into the sheets. It was a stark reminder that he'd just had his heart broken and he may not want a relationship. He may not want anything outside of the night they'd shared, only too willing to go back into his self-imposed exile as he always had. The hard part was that she could feel something there with him, something that wasn't there with any other man before him. She could see what he really could become, he had opened up to her and it hurt to know he may have already closed himself off again.

"Was wanting to see if your ass was still in town," Cobra said. "Figured if you were, we could head back, but uh… You seem busy so… Yeah."

The Heavenly Body mage glanced over at the closed door that led to the bedroom, the gears in his head clicking away in thought. His usual response would have been to meet up at the train station. He should feel like he's suffocating by now, but he wasn't. He honestly didn't want to leave. He wanted to talk with the woman who was just in the next room, wanted to cling to the salvation she offered. He wanted to see where the night before and this morning took them. For the first time in forever, he didn't want to be alone anymore. He wanted to be found worthy of life, of something other than the misery. "I'll be a couple of days," he said as he looked back down at the screen. "I have some things I need to do."

"More like someone," the Slayer smirked. "But I get it, I'll handle shit on this end with Static Cling and let the others know."

"Thanks, I'll be in touch."

Lucy clutched at the blanket as her heart seemed to skip a beat when the telltale jingle of the Lacrima powering down sounded out. Did that mean he was staying? She didn't want to cling to hope as she pushed up when a soft knock came from the door. "Come in," she called out and held her breath as the door opened.

He found her kneeling on the bed, her fingers curled around the bottom edges of his shirt and her full bottom lip pulled between her teeth. She looked as nervous as he suddenly felt as he slowly made his way over to take a seat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the blanket tighter around him as though it would quiet the butterflies that took flight in his stomach. Words had always come really easy to him, but they failed him when he needed them the most. How did he come out and say how he felt? It was never his strongest suit, but he was done running. He just didn't know how to say he wanted to find out if she was really the good girl he couldn't say no to. "Lucy…"

"I don't want you to leave!" The words rushed out of her mouth before she could stop herself and she clamped a hand over her lips. She felt her eyes grow wide as his head snapped back up to look at her, his eyes searching her face.

Jellal stared at her, the pounding in his chest questioning the words his ears had heard. Her reaction perplexed him, as though she hadn't meant to say them but he silently prayed she did. "I don't… I don't want to leave," he said hesitantly and felt the air rush from his lungs when she flung herself at him.

She threw her arms around him and finally felt the air return to fill her lungs when his arms reciprocated, pulling her tight against him. It was such a relief that it brought tears she didn't realize she had left as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. A myriad of emotions choked her and tightened her chest when his cheek nuzzled against her. He wasn't shutting her back out. "I… I know you're hurting and you and Erza and oh god, she is probably going to kill me or at least be mad as hell. But it's still so new and I don't expect you to want something more or anything but last night and this morning, it just- I feel- It was- You-"

He pushed her back a little to cut her ceaseless rambling short and he brought a finger up to hook under her chin. A gentle smile touched his lips when he saw the tears falling down her face and he brushed his thumb over a wet track. "It's okay, Lucy," he said softly. "I completely understand and I feel the same way. There is something here and… And I'd like to figure it out, with you."

When his lips sealed her own, she felt like she could breathe again. It wasn't just her, wasn't just her imagination or need for something greater than what she'd been dealt. Despite the strange way in which they'd found each other, or perhaps that was the catalyst, he wanted to figure things out with her. But- She reluctantly pulled away from his kiss to peer worriedly up at him. "What about Erza?" She asked in her uncertainty. "I know she and… Well, you know. But what if she-"

"Doesn't approve?" He finished for her, cutting her off. It had been a question he'd been asking himself since the night before and had come to only one conclusion. "She may not. Your entire guild might not exactly approve, but this isn't about them. I will handle speaking to Erza as it's my mess, my responsibility. But I'm willing to brave your Fairies if it means I get more time with you, more time to figure out what exactly this is."

I could so easily fall for you. A wide smile pulled the corners of her lips up and the only response she could give was pressing her lips back to his. Her fingers found their way back into his hair as strong, steady hands held her close. The man pressed against her, with his lips moving against hers wasn't the same one she'd met or heard stories about. He was everything she'd seen beneath the surface and more. She was willing to prove it, to him and everyone else, if he let her.

"Erza!"

The Requip mage heard her name but knew the voice well enough to resist the urge to look up from the delicious slice of heaven that adorned her plate. She loved strawberry cake, she loved Mira's strawberry cake. Almost, if not as much, as she loved the pink haired Slayer sitting beside her. "Cana, what is so important that you feel the need to come in screaming my name like a banshee?"

The Brunette practically tripped over her own feet, which wasn't surprising given she was wearing heels. She rarely wore them, claiming she felt unsteady. Everyone knew it wasn't the heels but more like the alcohol she consumed by the ocean loads. "You will never believe who we just saw, running from the church, in last night's clothes."

Erza drug her fork through a dollop of frothy white icing and brought it up to her mouth, her eyes closing in ecstasy as her tongue swathed the metal pronged utensil. A happy hum escaped her as she slowly pulled it between her lips. It tasted exceptionally good today, much better than she could ever recall it tasting. "You're right, I will never guess," she replied plainly as she carefully sliced the fork into the spongy goodness. "But, I am sure you will tell me."

"Someone's in need of getting laid," Cana frowned.

Natsu finally pulled his head up from his plate of fish and grinned. "Not really, why do you think we missed chur-OW! What?"

The Redhead glared at the Slayer and fought the sudden irrepressible urge to rip his head off. God! What is wrong with me? She wasn't a praying mantis. "Sorry," she mumbled before turning back Cana. "Who did you see?"

The Brunette opened her mouth to speak before quickly shutting it, her previous excitement fleeing from her face. "Well… Uh, maybe… Ya know, it wasn't that exciting."

Erza quirked a brow, her interest fully piqued. The woman always had a story to tell. If she ever decided to quit the mage life she would make a fine gossip columnist. So her sudden reluctance to speak only meant she had something extra juicy to spread. "Cana," she smiled. "Dear, who did you see?"

Cana visibly shuddered and appeared to swallow hard before she quickly spoke. "Lucy and Jellal. Running out of the church. Before mass."

"Who?" Natsu shouted. "Luce an-an-and who?"

Erza blinked a couple of times before a slow smile crept up on her lips. Why she'd never considered the two was beyond her, but the cosmos must have. And she couldn't be happier. If there was anyone out there that could pull her first love out of his shell, it was Lucy. Her dearest and closest friend was a saint among sinners with her heart of gold and never ending supply of forgiveness. Jellal needed that, more than anything. "That…" she sighed happily. "That's wonderful."

The Slayer turned to stare at her in shock. "You're… Ok with that?"

She was, overwhelmingly so. The two of them finding each other… She'd found her little slice of happiness in Natsu. It wasn't that she didn't love Jellal. She loved the man to the stars and back, but she wasn't what he needed. She'd figured that out a long time ago and waiting for him had gotten old. She needed something tangible, someone who could save her instead of the other way around. Their past was too polluted and filled with too many memories that weighed him down. She was a reminder of all of the sins he was so busy atoning for. "Perfectly fine," she smiled with misty eyes. "She's perfect for him and him… She needs someone who won't hurt her, someone who will love her unconditionally and never dishonor her. He's perfect for her."

And there you have it… the beautiful smut between Jellal and Lucy, then Erza and her cake LOL. But Erza ships them in the end. If there was anyone she'd trust with Lucy's honor, it's Jellal. These two have been so darn easy and fun to write. I'm absolutely in love.

So much so, that… this may get a third shot. Maybe. We'll see but do expect to see a full length story for this pairing in the future. Spanish Jellal, as so many of you have agreed, is sexy and needs to be out there more.

Thank you so so so so much for all the love on this! You guys have no clue how happy I am that there is love for these two! You guys rock, never forget that!

Spanish phrases used:

Te Deseo - I want/desire you.

Estás hermosa - You look beautiful (right now).

Venga para mi - Come for me.

Cabron - Asshole

Asere - Friend/Mate (Cuban)

Carajo - Get the fuck out of here (Cuban)

But, now, back to working on Sound Pod!

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Much love and big hugs,

Nana