Happy Birthday Morgan ~|| Short Jerza Fanfic||~
//I’m such a dork and I stay up all night but it’s so worth it! Happy b-day!
For Morgan: The Drunken Fairy and the Fugitive
It was late at night and the scarlet haired mage sat at a bar twirling a straw in her drink. The smell of booze was the scent she wore tonight. A drunken blush colored Erza’s cheeks and a small headache pounded at her head. Her brown eyes were low and filled with a sleepy haze. The brown orbs settled on her drink and soon was downed leaving a few ice cubes at the bottom. Usually, Titania’s attitude when in a drunken haze would be even more fierce and dangerous than normal. Well at least to Natsu and Gray. Tonight she was tired and sleepy with a hint of passion.
Finally she got herself to rise to her feet and slightly stumble out if the bar towards Fairy Hills. Unfortunately, Erza’s sense of direction was off because of the alcohol flowing through her body.
Dragging the black boots, Erza shuffled towards another part of town that was usually low key.
"Hm…" The bluenette looked over his shoulder and saw the scarlet locks swaying back and forth as Erza walked. "Erza?"
At the quiet call, Scarlet turned towards the hooded man and stopped in front of him. “What do ya want?!” She asked her words slightly slurred.
"Have you been drinking…?" The fugitive asks smelling the lingering scent of alcohol on her body. As she moved closer her smelled it in her breath answering his own question.
"Maybe I have, *hic* maybe I haven’t." Erza replied and soon began leaning on him for support. "I’m going home want to come?"
"Do you even know who I am?" The cloaked man asked raising a brow with some amusement.
"Yeasshh… I know everyone around here." The drunk lied and tugged on his arm.
"I’m Jellal, Erza. Lucky you ran into me and not someone else…" Jellal explained and thought of all the bad things that could have happened if she ran into some punks. Surely she would have been taken advantage of.
"Pfff whatever Jelly, oh Jell- I mean Mystogan! Yeah yeah…" Her words began to trail off as her mind began falling asleep.
"Let’s get you home." He said quietly and put her arm around his shoulders for support. Slowly he guided her back towards Fairy Hills.
"Where we go now Jelly?" Erza asked her head rested in the crook of his neck.
"Home, you need to rest. You’re drunk." Jellal explained softly and noticed her putting more weight on him. It was fine with him. After all he was in her debt for all he did to her in the past.
"I’m not drunk! *hic* Hey carry me Jelly, I’m tiired!" She ordered and wrapped her other arm around him and hung around his neck almost like a necklace. "Pleeeeaase?"
"Tch, fine." The two stopped walking and Jellal reached down to the back of her thighs picking her up to carry her bridle style. As she slide into place his hands now held below Erza’s knees while her slender arms were around his neck. The other arm held her back.
"Jellal…" The drunk mumbled into his neck as she nuzzled it. Small shivers went up and down his back at the gentle tickle.
'Shes drunk. Just get her home and take care if her until she's asleep. No big deal.'
"Are we there yet? *hic*" Erza asked as her hands re-gripped themselves tighter. Surprisingly they did make it to Fairy Hills. By now it was at least one in the morning. So most likely Jellal would not be seen by anyone.
"Yes we are here. Now be quiet Erza. You wouldn’t want to wake anyone." Jellal whispered as Erza playfully poked at his tattoo.
A giggle came from Scarlet as she nodded and kept her mouth shut.
"Which one is your room?" The bluenette asked as he walked inside taking a look around.
"Over there," a wobbly arm extended towards her room then went limp for a moment and hung down indicating her tiredness.
Quickly the fugitive paced to the room and opened it. Rows and rows of armor were neatly placed around her halls that seemed endless. She did have over one hundred armors after all.
By now Erza was blinking in and out if sleep. “Tha roo…” She pointed again this times towards her bed room. Jellal followed her directions and walked inside the cozy space, placing Titana’s body on her plush bed.
'She is drunk and most likely has a head ache. Now I don't want to be noisy but I need to look for a wash-cloth for forehead.'
Departing the room, he searched around her place and found the bathroom and a wash-cloth. Wetting it with cool water, Jellal ringed it out then returned to Erza and placed it on her forehead and sat beside her on the bed.
"Jellal…" Erza muttered as her hands sprang up grabbing his collar. This made him flinch but he stayed calm. His calmness soon vanished as he was pulled down onto her, his face being suffocated in her chest.
"Mhhhhff!" Pulling away his cheeks were now ablaze knowing his position. Erza had pulled him slightly onto her and wrapped her arms around his torso. "Erza…" He mumbled trying to loosen her grip after he pushed himself away slightly.
"Don’t weave. Jellal stahp weaving me." Erza muttered squeezing his torso a bit.
"Looks like I’ll be spending the night…" Jellal was quite tired himself but put that aside when he saw Erza. At the back of his brain he kept telling himself it would be better to leave her be. He would not do any good for her. But then again, she asked him to stay.
'No you fool! She's drunk she doesn't know what she's doing! All I want to do is make her happy and me being here wouldn't help! But why doesn't she let go…'
"Jellal you so hard on youself… Don assume wha me or other thin. Itz nawt always wha you thin." Erza mumbled nuzzling her head into his neck again and began to slip into unconsciousness.
'Even when drunk she gives advice. She's right. You win this time.' With those last thoughts his arms wrapped around her back holding her as he fell asleep with her.
