Holding hands, they went up the stairs and entered their bedroom chambers. Erza glanced at her husband from the corner of her eyes, taking in the way he watched her move around the room. As if there was something heavy on his mind. She mentally smacked herself; of course there was something on his mind, they had a war on their hands! But she couldn't help but feel it was something...else.
"Jellal?" She moved over to him, a slender hand grabbing onto his sleeve. "Is...is everything alright?"
He turned his attention onto her, drinking in her features. She was so...perfect. They were fire and ice and sunlight and moonlight...and apparently they would be destruction and chaos in the near future. How could something so beautiful be so sinister?
"I don't want to...die with regrets," he spoke softly, caressing her cheek. "I don't want to die thinking I missed my chance to show you how much I care."
"J-Jellal...what're you saying...?"
"Let me show you how much I truly...care for you, Erza," he murmured.
And suddenly, his lips were on her's, and she knew what he was asking of her.
Erza screwed her eyes shut as Jellal continued to explore her mouth, the sensations eerily familiar; the trepidation, however, was lost on her in the heat of the moment. She wanted this, him, so bad. It was an ever-burning flame of desire deep within her, licking at her insides and rearing its head. He wasn't the only one who didn't want to die with regrets. Their lives could end tomorrow; why not take the chance when they had it?
"No matter what happens tomorrow, know that you're mine," he murmured, much too quietly for Erza to hear him, for she was too lost in her own thoughts to concentrate much on what was being said to her. Closing his eyes, he began pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. "And that I'll never let you go, my sweet Scarlet."
He guided their entwined bodies to the bed, dropping them down and pressing her back into the sheets. Erza's eyes opened lazily, watching the ultramarine kiss his way back down her throat. The curtains were opened a mere fraction, allowing small slivers of moonlight to shine throughout the room. It wasn't much light, but it was enough for the duo to see each other in the dark. Tea-green irises locked onto her muddy browns, a respective understanding passing between the two adults. And it was then that Jellal found the answer to Mystogan's question, deep within his queen's eyes.
But that would have to wait.
He smirked subtly against her skin as they returned to their previous actions; he found himself enjoying the havoc he was wrecking on her body. His facial expression faded, however, once he realized what he was about to do. What he was planning to wasn't fair to the redhead, was it? She deserved to know, didn't she? Jellal shook his head, pressing another kiss to her lips in a fiery exchange of passion and adoration, tinged with a hint of desperation.
He'd always been a selfish man.
