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They got out of the shower smelling faintly of her citric shampoo and dressed in stay-at-home clothing; Jellal was actually very surprised to find out his long lost combo of grey sweatpants and white T-shirt had been living in one of her neat drawers in the company of one of his favorite long-sleeved cotton T-shirts – a navy number, a little worn out, but comfortable and soft – all along. And that particular "borrowed" item of clothing was what the scarlet haired girl chose to wear with a pair of black yoga pants.

He had to smile at the sight of her, dwarfed in his clothing; one of her shoulders kept peeking out of the collar, while the sleeves – which kept covering her slender hands – had to be rolled up to her elbows, in order to not get in her way. She was eager to finish their cake, so they quickly walked back to the kitchen and started working on finishing her precious treat.

They sliced strawberries, added them to the cream, filled the cake and, when the time to add the frosting came – making Erza happily realize there was plenty of it left, despite their little adventure earlier – they made sure it was evenly spread through the cake. They worked with precision, so their creation would look good; and damn right, it did. Of course it didn't look as good as those in the bakery near the guild, which she often visited, but just the fact that they'd baked it themselves, was enough to make the girl's chest swell with pride.

Suddenly, a plump strawberry appeared in front of her, so close to her nose that she had trouble focusing her eyes on it, at first; a chuckle escaped her lips as she gave him a sideways glance, very aware of his intentions with that little gesture. Her mouth moved to the fruit and her teeth sank into it, letting some of the sweet juice dribble onto his hand; her tongue then moved to his strong fingers, cleaning each one of them slowly and sensually, with a warm caress that sent shivers running down his spine.

The rest of the strawberry was put on the counter as he fused their lips together, hungrily slipping his tongue into her mouth to enlace with hers, tasting her with a mix of the fresh sweetness of the fruit. His arms pulled her by the waist, gluing her chest to him, while she held on to his hair and neck, holding him in place, as if he would stop if she let go. When the need for oxygen made an obnoxious appearance and forced them apart, he breathlessly whispered. "Bedroom?"

"Bedroom." She agreed with a soft smile and untangled herself from his embrace to softly tug him into following her. They fell on the bed with a soft thump, one of her rare giggles breaking the silence around them.

It always made him extremely happy to hear her laughter; that alone plastered a goofy grin to his face. So he decided to take advantage of his position on top of her, he slid his hands underneath the softness of the T-shirt and tickled her ribs, making her gasp and shriek in surprise. She slapped his shoulder surprisingly harder than she'd intended to. "Hey, easy with the hands." Was his chuckling answer to her, before he moved his mouth to her neck softly kissing and nipping at the smooth flesh.

Her laughter was replaced by tiny moans as she stretched her neck to give him more access; he was moving his hands higher and higher until he had to shortly disconnect his lips from her, to rid her from her shirt. With the fabric out of the way, his mouth found hers once more and they kissed lazily, while his hands traced random patterns on her stomach.

Erza could have easily lost herself on that kiss, the heat of their lips sliding against each other and the his taste were enough to make her forget any notion of time; however, her chest was brushing against his shirt, causing a lot of friction, while the bulge on his sweatpants was pressing firmly against her thigh. That was driving her mad with the need to have his skin against her, so she moved her hands to his back and started pulling fistfuls of the white fabric up.

Deciding to aid her on her task, he quickly sat up and pulled the T-shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere on her floor on his rush to regain the physical contact between them. With their chests pressing together, his mouth went to the sensitive spot where neck and shoulder meet and started kissing and nipping at her skin. That was going to leave a mark and she knew it, but it felt so good that she could only think it was worth it. A decision she would mostly likely groan over, on the following day.

It was hard to stop her hands from moving; they would go from his blue hair, to his neck, to his strong shoulders, scratching all the way down to his lower back, just go back up again. He was slowly turning her head upside down with his moth, moving the kisses lower until he got to her breasts and unceremoniously latched on one of her nipples, and using his fingers to gently tease the other one. Her stomach was fluttering and her breathing was getting heavier by the time; she couldn't see her face, but she'd bet her cheeks were tinted a deep shade of red, just from how hot her face felt.

When she felt his lips and hands move south, she had to restrain a frustrated whimper at the loss. His fingers sneaked just underneath the waistband of her underwear and gently started to pull it down, along with her pants; the feeling of skin, sliding softly against hers, making her shiver in anticipation of what was surely coming.

As easily as he went down, he came back up again, giving her a quick peck in the mouth while her hands pushed his pants down to his knees, leaving him to kick them the rest of the way off. A little nudge from him and she opened her legs, inviting him in; and he slowly entered her, drawing a moan from her lips as he grunted.

He was about to move when she locked her legs around him, keeping him in place; his eyebrows shot up, he was very confused with her action. A smirk filled her lips as she flipped them on the bed, her weight landing on top of him, pressing him deeper into her. He groaned; she was most definitely trying to kill him.

"I like it on top." She whispered into his ear, moving her hips up and down his shaft. Her head started spinning as he matched her downward moves with thrusts of his own. She could feel droplets of sweat smoothly sliding down her back, the air getting thicker between them and the heat travelling up her body. Her breathing was heavy, matching his; the urge to go faster got the best of them, their hips going at an incredible pace.

Her vision got blurred and she could feel her muscles contracting; she was close to her peak, the heat in her lungs making harder to breath. She shut her eyes as a moan made its way out; her mind stopped working as white dots flashed behind her closed eyelids; her moan barely reached her ears and a warmth spread through her; he'd come with her.

Laying her body on top of his, she chuckled. Her body felt boneless, but she wasn't about to complain, she was very content laying on his chest, feeling his breathing and hearing his heart thundering on her ear. "Can we get some cake now?" He teased; he couldn't move either, but he couldn't miss the opportunity to mess with her.

"Sure, if you feel like getting up." She shot him a playful glance and softly kissed his lips. None of them tried to get up; he enlaced her in his arms around her waist and sighed. Believe it or not, he was looking forward to the next crazy idea Erza would come up with.

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