It was only that when it came to dealing with chaos caused by guilds and with the complaints that followed, especially when they concerned Fairy Tail, Jellal found himself not being as amused as he used to be when he was, well, evil and younger. And it felt as if he was now leading at least half a hundred Crime Sorciere. It was all futile effort he made to try to make those reckless mages lead by young and kind of egoistic masters follow the rules with customary means such as negotiation and punishment. He ended up finding himself always relying on his talent in manipulating others when dealing with them in order to make them behave, something he thought he shouldn’t be proud of. He really began to suspect that it was all a conspiracy from his fellow Councilmen to punish him for destroying the Council in the past by passing the hard job of Chairman to him.

“Hey, you are back.”

Jellal turned his head and saw his fiancée walking into the living room while brushing her wet hair with a towel to soak up the residual water. She was in a simple yellow camisole matched with a pair of shorts of the same color. And she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that he could see the outlines of her breasts and the shape of her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. He smelled the strawberry and vanilla body wash she used when she sat down beside him.

“How’s your day?” Erza asked and gave Jellal a peck on the lips.

“Busy. Fruitless. Tired.” Jellal sat up straight and turned to face Erza. His hands found themselves in the towel on her head and taking over her job on drying her hair. He forced his mind to go blank for a moment, to free it from the thought of his work, by focusing his attention on the simple task at hand instead.

“Hmm. I hope Fairy Tail wasn’t the main cause this time?” He still heard Erza asking tentatively.

“Not the main.” He confirmed.

But one of, always. Erza knew better than Jellal what troubles Fairy Tail was capable of giving to the Council. She felt sorry for her fiancé. But she would also always side with her guild. She decided to drop the topic. Their conflict of interests at work could be solved in the Council and in Fairy Tail’s Master’s office, but should not be at their home.

She took the towel away from Jellal’s hands and flew it on the coffee table. Sliding a leg across his thighs she straddled his lap. Her hands cupped his cheek to pull him in for a slow and tender kiss. His hands found her bottom and groped, before they went underneath her camisole to her bare back to caress her warm and slick skin. She arched into him and nibble his lower lip, while running her fingers in all directions through his dry and stiff blue locks that had been slicked back and kept in their places by hairspray, ruffling his styled hair.

Erza pulled away just before Jellal could slid his tongue into her mouth, making the man grumble in protest. But she only chuckled playing no mind to his frown and inspected the work she did on his hair with her eyes.

“You look better now.” She kissed him on the part of the tattoo under his right eye; a satisfied smile on her lips. There was nothing wrong for Jellal to have his hair slicked back to give a more formal, more serious and more authoritative look when he ruled the Council. But she would always prefer it when his bangs touched his forehead and when his locks hanged down loosely at the sides of his face. She loved the way his hair curled outward at the end and wavered following every move of his head. She liked how he looked more carefree and sexy wild when his hair was slightly messy.

“If you said so, then it must be.” Jellal withdrew one hand from Erza’s back and ran his fingers into her hair. With a gentle pull on her tresses he made her head tilt back. Leaning forward he kissed her exposed throat then licked with a smirk on his lips. He was always amused by how much Erza liked to mess with his perfectly styled hair, being in favor of his hair in their nature state. And he could certainly enjoy her fingers running through his hair, just as much as he enjoyed feeling her hair between his own fingers.

He listened to Erza humming lowly as his mouth moved lower to her collarbone, then to her chest before he buried his face into the hollow between her breasts. Soon Erza was weaving her fingers into his locks again, grasping a handful as he left a wet trail on the upper side of her right breast. He moved up near to her armpit next, nudging one strap of her top with his nose until it fell from her shoulder. Erza sighed when he moved back to her breast to brush her nipple with the tip of his tongue, before she pulled him up to kiss him on the lips.

“Not now.” Erza slid her hands down from Jellal’s head to his cheeks. “Get a shower first. And I can cook you something to eat if you haven’t have dinner yet at the Council.” She knew that he had the tendency to skip eating when he was too focused on work.

“I don’t hunger for food now but for you.” Jellal tilted his head forward trying to close the small distance between his lips and Erza’s but Erza didn’t let him, pushing him back with a tightened hold of her hands on his face.

“Then I’ll wait for you in the bed and be all yours when you are done showering.” Erza offered, with a honey sweet smile.

“Deal.”

Jellal relaxed his grip on Erza’s hair. Putting down her hands, Erza slid off Jellal’s lap and stood in front of him, before taking his hands to pull him up from his sitting position. She led him into the bathroom and undressed him.

“Take your time.”

Jellal held out a hand and found the back of Erza’s neck before she turned around to leave. Pulling her in he swiftly stole a kiss from her lips.

“I want you to pull at my hair so hard that it hurt when I meet you in the bed.” He whispered in a husky voice against her lips; his gaze boring into hers.

A smirk formed on Erza’s lips. “Make me.” She pulled Jellal’s hand away from her neck before pushing him towards the shower. “But wash yourself clean first.”

Jellal grinned. He watched Erza until she stepped out the bathroom and closed the door, before doing what Erza demanded him to as quickly as possible. When finished, he headed to the bedroom straight with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist.

If the water had carried away any of his desire when he showered, what Jellal found Erza doing in the bedroom was more than enough to turn him on again in an instant. In her bare form, she was leaning against the headboard with a pillow supporting her back and with her knees bent up. Her eyes were only half open, her cheeks were rosy pink and her lips parted as she breathed in shallow pants. She was pleasuring herself, holding one of her breast in her hand and rolling its tip while rubbing two fingers up and down along her entrance.

Jellal could feel his cock hardened beneath the towel. He pulled the towel off his waist and let it drop on the floor before climbing into the bed. He crawled across the mattress towards Erza, and came to a stop between her legs with his knees rested beside her ankles and with his hands planted on the mattress underneath her thighs.

Leaning forward he brushed his lips against the outer shell of Erza’s ear. “I thought you said that you would wait for me?” His tone teasing, and his lips curved into an amused smile when he felt Erza shivering from the warm air he breathed into her ear.

“It’s my fault - for breaking - my promise to you.” Erza gasped out her reply beside Jellal’s ear as she continued stimulating herself. “Punish me, please. Mr Chairman.”

With his heartbeat quickening in response to her invitation Jellal moved back a little to look at Erza.

“Said that again.”

“Punish me.” She shut her eyes close and her mouth formed an o-shape as she whimpered. “Chairman.”

“I won’t be harsh on you.” He told her softly.

Keeping one hand pressing onto the mattress to support his weight, Jellal raised his free hand to caress Erza by her shoulder before running his fingers down her arm. Wrapping his fingers around her wrist he pulled her hand away from her centre, making her open her eyes and groan in frustration. Bringing her hand to his mouth he licked clean her fingers coated with her arousal, while exchanging intense gazes with her. Directing her hand to the back of his neck he placed her palm over his skin, before he released his hold on her wrist.

His hand reached down between Erza’s legs to insert two fingers into her core. She was warm and already wet enough that he could thrust his fingers deep inside her with ease to hit at spots which she could not reach by herself. She grabbed at the wet end of his hair which brushed against his neck and left water droplets on his skin as she moaned in pleasure with every twist and turn of his fingers. His thumb found her sensitive bud between her folds and rubbed, pushing her further to her climax. She shuddered, and her legs closed in on him as she came. He closed his mouth around hers to swallow the sound of her cry.

Jellal pulled out his fingers as his mouth released Erza’s, and readjusted his pose to sit on the mattress in kneeling position with parted legs. But he was still being kept at an arm’s length from Erza who was still holding him by his neck. He took in the way her cheeks flamed and her lips reddened from her orgasm, and smiled.

“You look so pretty.”

The smile Erza returned to him was sweet and satisfied but slightly shy. Jellal felt his heart fluttered in delight. Then he inhaled sharply, feeling Erza’s fingers wrapping themselves around his already hardened but not hard enough cock. She stroked him lazily but thoroughly from the base to the head, then rubbed his tip gently with her thumb. Grasping at the sheet, Jellal let out a deep sigh and bowed into Erza. His bangs fell low over his closed eyes.

“And you are the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, Mr Chairman.”

“Yeah?”

A chuckle resonated deep in Jellal’s chest as he thought about how well Erza knew what to say to inflate his ego and to make him feel like standing at the top of the world. But he also realized that she was now teasing him, for her strokes on him were both a bit too slow and a bit too light. He wriggled his hips back and forth trying to increase the friction she applied on his length. Yet her touch remained gentle, delaying him in attaining the satisfaction he desired.

Forcing his eyes open, Jellal glanced at Erza from under his bangs. He replayed in his head the words she said to him in a needy and lust-filled tone. Punish me. Please. Mr Chairman. Releasing the sheets his hands reached out for Erza’s breasts instead. He fondled and squeezed her mounds of flesh, still being fascinated by their softness and solid weight in his hand, before he rolled her erect nipples between his fingers. Erza gasped and tighten her hold on Jellal’s cock, making him groan in response.

“Jellal.” Erza moaned, feeling heat quickly building up in her core once again as Jellal pinched the tips of her breasts just hard enough to bring her not only pleasure but pain. “I want you inside me. Now.” He had also become rigid beneath her fingers.

“Let go of me.” Jellal would have also asked Erza to call him Mr Chairman to tease her if he wasn’t feeling eager to enter her just as much as she wanted him to. Erza followed his request immediately, withdrawing her hands from his body and resting her arms on her sides. Jellal also retreated his hand from her breasts, and moved back a little to leave some space between them.

Grabbing her knees, Jellal pulled Erza down until she was laying on her back on the mattress but resting her head on the pillow being put up against the headboard. Wrapping her legs around his torso above his hips, he aligned his shaft to her entrance. Leaning forward, he supported himself by pressing his palms into the pillow on either side of her head. His bangs brushed lightly against her forehead, wetting her skin slightly. Erza raised her hands up and ran her fingers through Jellal’s damp hair, pinning his bangs over his scalp so that his whole face including the tattoo on his right forehead was fully revealed to her. They were staring into each other’s eyes when Jellal sheathed himself inside Erza with one forward thrust of his hips, which forced out a cry from Erza’s mouth.

Jellal held himself still, taking some time to relish in the exhilarating sensation which came over him from simply having Erza hugging his cock tightly inside her damp and hot core.

Erza jerked her hips impatiently while tightening her grip on his hair. “Jellal.”

His name sounded like a demand but more like a plea. The tightness and urgency in Erza’s voice broke his stamina and Jellal began to move. His thrusts were slow and shallow at first, but it took little time for him to quicken his pace when he felt waves of pleasure running from deep low in his stomach up to his spine. He felt the wave growing even stronger when Erza began to raise her hips above the mattress to meet his, while grasping at his locks with a force that was strong enough to sting his scalp as he wished. All the pressure and fatigue he got from work seemed to have vanished as excitement gradually taking over his mind and body.

Erza was drawing his face closer to hers with her fingers in his hair as she looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes and sang erotic moans from her parted lips. Yet Jellal resisted the temptation to kiss her. He wanted to appreciate the way her face twisted with unbearable pleasure and the sound of his name rolled off her tongue like a prayer when she came. He grinded his hips hard against Erza’s as he pounded into her. All his muscles, from his legs to his abdomen, and from his back to his arms, were tightening in a way that was powerful but was also almost painful. His cock was throbbing inside her. He could felt the pulsation vividly when he pushed it through her tight core, and thought he was feeling her inner muscles convulsing around him too.  

Erza tightened her legs around Jellal’s wrist and pulled his locks forcibly for support as she began spasming underneath him and chanting his name. The intensified pain Jellal felt on his scalp due to Erza’s vice grip on his hair actually made him grimace. Gritting his teeth, Jellal plunged deep and hard into Erza, finally making her scream out her orgasm. The blissful expression that came with a tinge of pain on Erza’s face was a beautiful sight in Jellal’s eyes, which made his racing heart pound loudly inside his chest. Leaning his head down, Jellal captured Erza’s lips with his and slid his tongue inside her mouth as he continued to drive into her core to reach his own climax. He groaned into her mouth when his release came and stiffened as he emptied himself inside of her.

Feeling every ounce of his energy having left his body, Jellal allowed himself to go weak and slumped, draping himself over Erza. He rested his head on her breasts, pressing one side of his cheeks against her firm but soft flesh, and slipped his hands to her back to hold her. Their legs tangled, and he was still buried inside her.

“Satisfied?” Erza asked, stroking Jellal’s hair with adoration while running her fingers on his back in random patterns.

“Very.” Jellal answered with a tired but content smile.

But his stomach disagreed and rumbled, which made Erza laugh.

“Who said he didn’t hunger for food earlier?” Erza kissed the top of Jellal’s head. “Want me to cook you something to eat?”

“No. No need.” Years of living in hardship had trained him to have high tolerance for many physical sufferings. “Just stay here with me. I will find something to eat later.”

Your eyes roam the colorful and glittering shops windows, but you are not really paying attention at the displays in them. You wonder, not for the first time, if you have made a wrong decision to leave Jellal and to accept Simon; although it was Jellal’s fault for not trusting you and pushing you away.

“Erza?”

You stop to look around to see if there’s really someone calling you or if it’s just a misheard. Your eyes land on a familiar looking burgundy red Toyota which is slowly coming to a stop by the side of the pedestrian, and being parked just a few steps away from where you are standing. The driver, with hair that is an unique cerulein blue you know only belongs to one person, leans towards the passenger’s seat and looks out from the car window.

“Erza, it’s really you.”

He sounds genuinely content to see you and relieved that he hasn’t called the wrong person, and he’s wearing the same gentle smile you used to love so much and may still love.

“Hi, Jellal. What a coincidence.” You sound calm and cold when you greet him back and stare at him blankly but at the inside, you are cursing. You can’t understand how this can happen to you. How this is possible that when you have just been thinking of him, thinking what if you had never left his side, then he shows up in front of you. No less that this is the first time you meet each other again after your break up. Are you kidding me? You question whoever plays such as joke on you. 

“Yes, it is indeed.” He sounds almost grateful for your unexpected encounter as he agrees with what you said, despite of your distant attitude. “Where are you going? Come, let me give you a ride.”

Your immediate reply is thanks but there’s no such need. You tell him that you don’t want to be a bother and you are fine to take the metro.

But Jellal insists, unlocking the door to the passenger seat and pushing the door open to invite you in. “Come, it’s not a bother. I don’t have any plan for tonight.”

You wonder why he’s free, and why Ultear isn’t by his side tonight. The thought of the woman who accused you of betraying Jellal makes you clench your jaw. Before your brain can tell you no, your legs make the decision to bring you to the awaiting car. You lower yourself into the passenger seat and fasten the seat belt, before saying thank you to Jellal.

He asks you again your destination after starting the car. Instead of telling him Simon’s address, you simply ask him to drop you at a restaurant which is a few blocks away from Simon’s home. He nods.

“Having dinner with Simon tonight?”

You feel your face getting hot. Of course Jellal will remember where Simon lives because he and Simon - and you - have known each other for nearly ten years already. Of course he will know that the restaurant is near Simon’s home. Of course he will be aware that you are still dating Simon since you three have some common friends who occasionally share news of you. It's really not that difficult for him to connect the dots together and to come to the right conclusion.

You simply hum in reply, not saying yes or no, and keep your eyes focus on the passing by people and cars on the street. You think you are a fool, not wanting Jellal to know about your date with Simon but giving him the hints to find out. But you don’t want to think about the reasons for which you don’t want Jellal to know about it.

“How have you been recently? Work at Fairy Tail is as exciting and as busy as usual?”

You are glad that he doesn't push you to talk about Simon further. You stretch your legs out as further as your seat allows you to and lean against the headrest, making yourself comfortable before you start telling Jellal about the recent happenings in Fairy Tail. Yes you are still pretty busy, recently leading a team to compete with other PR companies for a big project launched by the famous jewelry brand Fiore.

You ask Jellal the similar questions when you have nothing more interesting about your work to say. And you steal a glance at him when he doesn't respond. From his pursed lips and tensed shoulders, you can easily tell that he is feeling anxious about something. Suddenly, you are feeling nervous too. You cross your legs and swirl your red tresses around your fingers.

“I broke up with Ultear two weeks ago.”

Your head snaps to the right and your hand stops playing with your hair. You stare hard at Jellal. He’s not looking at you, but at the road ahead. You clear your throat awkwardly. You know the right thing to say to him is that you are sorry to hear about the break up. But no. You just can’t. You don’t feel sorry for him and for Ultear. They would have never been together if Ultear had never played dirty to kick you out.

“I thought I could forgive Ultear for what she did to become my girlfriend because she truly loved me. And that might be I could love her the same way I had loved you.” His voice is hoarse and tight, like he’s trying hard to hold his emotions from flooding. “But it turned out that what she loved the most was the feeling of having me under her control. I was a foolish man to chose to believe in her lies but not your words. I’m deeply sorry, Erza. For everything Ultear and me have put you through. For never saying my apologies to you after I found out her lies, until now. I’m sorry for everything, Erza.”

The car stops before the red traffic light. Jellal finally turns to look at you. Sadness fills his eyes and he’s silently pleading for your forgiveness as you hold his gaze. You can only guess that the reason why he doesn't ask for your forgiveness aloud is that he feels he doesn't really deserve it.

“Your apologies doesn't matter anymore. I’ve already left all what happened between us in the past.” You heard yourself said, once again sounding cold. You turn away from him in favor of looking at the car window, watching tiny raindrops hitting the glass as the sky has started raining again, and feeling unwanted tears welling up in your eyes betraying your true feelings. Hearing Jellal admitting his fault and apologizing for wronging you may have washed away some of your grievances. Yet, they also bring back all the hurtful feelings of being accused of being unfaithful, of being seen as untrustworthy, of being shut out by the one you loved dearly. Someone you have known since you were high school classmates, had a crush on when you were colleague student and had been dating for two years since your graduation from colleague. If you dare to inspect your heart, you sure that you can still see the scars left on it after it was broken over your break up with Jellal. Something having rooted too deeply in your heart that not even another person’s love and care - Simon’s - can help removing them.   

“I know nothing I say now can make up for the pain I’ve caused you. But…...I’m sorry. I truly am.” Jellal must have known that you were lying. He now sounds like he’s in pain too; his voice trembling. The car is moving again and you two fall in suffocating silence. You should have asked him to stop the car and resume your original plan on taking the metro to save the both of you from hurting each other more. But there’s something tempting about staying close to Jellal - who is now single and available - in a closed and small space and without other people’s interference.

You listen to the rain drumming against the car roof and to the mechanic sound of the wipers swiping rhythmically to chase away the raindrops fall on the windshield. The rain is now falling more heavily, and you reason with yourself that it’s really better to stay in the car despite the tension because walking in the rain with high heels is definitely not something you want to do.

“I’m glad that it’s Simon who’s now your boyfriend. You deserve a good man like him, who knows how to love and cherish you. Unlike me.”

The bitterness and regret in Jellal’s voice makes your heart clench, but what he said also make you feel suddenly furious. You don’t need someone who treat you like some sacred and fragile treasure, like you need to be worshipped and protected, as if all you should do is to sit there and to accept all the care provided to you and not to attempt to achieve anything on yourself. You want someone who will treat you equally in your relationship, who can recognize both of your weaknesses and strengths, and who will support you in chasing your own dreams.

“But I don’t love him.”

You blurted out before you could think twice about your response. You are shocked by what you have said, by your own honesty. You glance at Jellal through the rearview mirror, not being dare enough to look directly at his face fearing for what expression you will see from him.

He catches your glance and stares back at you in the mirror. His gaze is suddenly intense on you, carrying certain desire you seem to recognize but is also not so sure about. Your heart starts racing, and your fingers find themselves in your tresses once more. He looks away from you to focus on the road again. You feel like breathing out a sigh but suck in some more air instead when his hand find yours, prying it away from your hair and holding it.

He tells you with a deep and unwavering voice that he hasn’t moved on from you. He has never. He. Simply. Can’t.

The car stops the second time when the vehicle in front of it stops moving, probably because of another red traffic light. You turn to face Jellal and find yourself directly under his fervent gaze. You whisper, in a voice not as certain as his, that you don’t think you have ever truly moved on from him either.

Jellal releases your hand and threads his fingers through your hair, before slipping them pass the tresses to the back of your neck. You shiver from the touch of his fingers but can’t help enjoying his sensual caresses. He steadily, gently, pulls you towards him, and you watch him leaning forward to you at the same time. All you can hear is your heart beating erratically as you feel both fear and excited for what is coming.

You feel his lips on yours, after you closed your eyes. Your brain goes fuzzy as Jellal kisses you with needs and urgency, pressing his mouth firmly against yours and sucking on your lips, and demands for your response. Your fingers wrap themselves around his wrist as you arch into him to kiss him back with eagerness. Your tongue teasingly traces his lips before your mouth opens to invite his tongue in. He takes what you give hungrily, greedily, and with a force that takes all your breath away.

He pulls away from you when the cars behind hoot impatiently. You open your eyes. He is smiling at you, still dosen’t want to look away from you, not until louder noises from the car horns are heard. He sits back straight and resumes driving. The car moves with a caution speed in the rain again. You straighten your back in your seat too. Your breathing is still shallow and your face feels like burning from the kiss. What have you done? You can’t help but question yourself.

“Don’t go to see Simon. Come with me. Come to my home.”

You stiffen hearing his requests and hesitate to give your answer; although you can feel that Jellal is stealing quick glances at you through the rearview mirror. The idea of the both of you betraying Simon together somehow frightens you, with Jellal being his friend and you still being his girlfriend even though you don’t love him.

“Come with me, Erza.” His hand finds yours in your lap. “Unless you are lying about not loving Simon. Then I will not ask you again.”

You bite into your lower lip harshly. Your conscience warns you to not cheat on your boyfriend, not to do something you despise and had once be wrongly accused of doing by the man sitting beside you. But the voice of your inner devil asks you why you will want to spend a night with a man you don’t love when the man you desire is now right beside you and can be all yours alone. She tells you that it’s fine to be selfish for this one time, and as long as you don’t let Simon find out what you do tonight, you are not cheating on him in his eyes.

You pull your hand away from Jellal’s grasp and fish out the mobile from your handbag. You call Simon. You tell him that you have just received an urgent company call that you must return to work immediately, that you are very sorry that your celebration have to be canceled. You feel the guilt growing inside you with every word you utter, but are surprised by how steady and calm your voice was when you told the lies. Simon sounds disappointed, of course, when saying that he understands, and kind of annoyed when he mutters that you should find a less demanding job. But he offers to find another day to celebrate again anyway. You tells him that you two will talk about that later. You says your apologies again, wholeheartedly and with genuine guilt, before handing up the call.

You and Jellal stay in silence as he drives the both of you to his home. You absentmindedly comb your hair with your fingers as you read today’s news from your phone’s app, doing your best to distract yourself from thinking the consequences to your decision. But occasionally, you lift your eyes from the phone screen and communicate with Jellal through exchanging of longing glances and of small smiles.

The rain hasn’t stopped yet when the car arrives at the apartment building Jellal lives in. But the car park is at the basement, so there is no need for umbrella when you exit the car. You let Jellal hold your hand all the way from the carpark to the lift and finally into his apartment.

Once the door is closed and the light is switched on, Jellal’s lips are immediately on yours. You wind your arms around his neck to pull him closer to deepen the kiss as his hands move up and down at your back. You kick off your heels and rub a leg against one of his. He bends forward and his hands go lower to the back of your thighs. With the support of his strong arms he lift you up from the floor with little effort and you firmly wrap your legs around his hips.

Your tongues are battling fiercely inside your mouth as Jellal moves. You soon find yourself being landed on the leather couch. Jellal removes himself from you and begins undressing with impatient fingers. You waste no time to take off your clothes too. He kneels down on the floor in front of you when you are stripped down to your underwears. His hands are on your hips, and his fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties. His gaze bores into yours making you hold your breath when he pulls down the silky fabric and discards it somewhere on the floor. He lifts up your legs to rest your knees on his shoulders. With his palms settled on the outside of your thighs, he comes forward, pressing his mouth against the wet folds at the juncture of your legs.

You feel weak under Jellal’s ministrations. He is strong, confident, determined, very much unlike Simon who is always too reserved and too cautious, and is like a tidal wave threatening to swallow you up. All you can do is grabbing at his hair to steady yourself, gasping and whimpering as his skillful tongue works on the inside of you. And feeling his mouth on your bundle of nerves, sucking, lapping, makes you quiver from the thrills shooting through your body. You scream your release when feeling a particularly strong thrill of pleasure striking you deep in the core.

You allow yourself to inhale some much needed air into your lungs before taking Jellal’s face into your hands, pulling him up for a long kiss. You make room for him to sit on the couch and climb onto his lap. His hands come up at your back to unhook your bra. You close your hand around his hardened member and stroke him while he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and pinches the other one with three fingers. You feel the thrills which have just subsided running in your body again as you relish your touches and your moans echoing each other around you.

You push Jellal down when he begins thrusting himself into your hand, making him lay on his back as you straddle his hips. With one hand rested below his navel, you guide him into your opening with the other hand, taking him in inches by inches as you steadily lower yourself onto him until he is buried inside you to the base. You lean forward, supporting yourself by pressing both of your palms on his abs as you lift your hips up, and start riding him. He squeezes your bottoms and raises his hips to meet yours when you come back down on him to thrust you deeper and harder. You love the effort he pays into making the experience more satisfying even it’s you who are assuming the dominant role in this moment. And it amazes you how you two can still move in perfect sync, like you have never been away from each other for a year, something you keep struggling in achieving with Simon.

You quickly pick up the pace of your movement being eager to find back the lost ecstasy you have once experienced with Jellal. You are moaning and chanting his name as you almost slam your body down on him and grind, again and again. He growls, every time he thrust up to meet your downward force. When you feel Jellal’s member twitching inside you, you lean down to seal your lips together before sliding your tongue into his mouth for a heated kiss. You feel him filling up your inside with his release in no time and the strong and hot sensations finally push you over your peak too.

You lay on top of Jellal, enjoying the soreness comes after the best orgasm you have experienced in recent months. And his hand stroking your tresses is comforting to say the least. But with the excitement slowly subsiding, your guilt of betraying Simon is threatening to surface again.

“Jellal……we…...”

You are unable to finish you sentence because Jellal capture your lips in a tender kiss.

“What happen between us now will be kept as a secret only shared by you and me, until you find the right time to break up with Simon. Before that, I will not do anything that may make Simon suspect of us. But if you need me to deal with Simon, tell me honestly. I will take the responsibility and all the blame.”

You nod, tears wetting your eyes. You find more strength in you to face your guilt knowing that you have Jellal’s back up, that Jellal’s not going to abandon you in the sin of betrayal you two committed together. And you promise yourself that you will break up with Simon as soon as possible so as not to hurt all the three of you more. He wipes your tears away with his thumb.

“I promise that I won’t let you down anymore, Erza. Not ever again. I love you."

You will believe in Jellal. Only he can mend your heart he has broken in the past. You close your eyes and whisper back “I love you too, Jellal”, feeling utterly exhausted from not only your intense love making, but also from going through so many different emotions in one night. And you wish that you will have a good night sleep when Jellal picks you up to go to his bedroom.

Once the door was closed Jellal refocused on the task at hands. His team didn’t do well this month. Their sales figure was 10% lower than what Erza’s team had achieved, which was unacceptable. He needed to adjust their next month’s target and work schedule to increase their sales much more if he still wanted to stand a chance for this year’s title for best sales team.

It didn’t take long for his work to be interrupted again when another person knocked on his door. He had a good idea on who this person would be. He leaned back against his chair and relaxed before asking them to come in.

The door opened and Erza Scarlet stepped inside. She locked the door behind her - he knew because he recognized the “click” coming from turning the thumbturn on the lock - before walking in. Her usual confidence was manifesting itself in her posture and moves: head up, back straight and hips swaying gracefully as her high heels landed softly on the carpet without making a noise, but also in the exceptional small triumph smirk on her lips tonight. She didn’t wait for him to ask her to before she swirled the guest chair around and took a seat in it from the opposite side of his desk.

“Wanna come with me for dinner at my home? I don’t have anything prepared by we can always have order-in.”

“Not tonight, Erza. I’m sorry.”

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Do you not want to because you are upset that my team outdid yours this month?”

“You know that I’ll never get upset over your achievement, Erza. Your team has outdone mine more than once before and I don’t remember acting sullen with you in the past when it happened. I’m just not that kind of men who will get jealous of his girlfriend because she’s smart and competent, or you wouldn’t have loved me, no?” Jellal grinned.

Erza rolled her eyes but not without blushing lightly at Jella’s attempt at flirting. “Don’t sweet talk me. So why not coming tonight?”

Jellal sighed and got serious. “I’m not upset with your team’s good work but I do feel upset with my team’s underperformance this time. I want to have the next month’s plan being ready for briefing to my team on next Monday morning. And I have to finish working on it tonight because, you already know, I’m going to spend this weekend at my parents’ home for their anniversary party.”

“I know about the party. That’s why I think maybe we can spend some time together tonight. To make up a little for the lost of our precious dating time, you know.”

“I’m sorry, Erza.” Jellal truly was. Busy work and a secret relationship meant that their dating was usually arranged during weekend only at either of their homes or outside the city. And he knew that it was already the second consecutive weekend which they didn’t get to spend with each other; although last weekend, it was Erza who was not available because one of her best friends was getting married.

“It’s fine. I’m not complaining. I simply miss my boyfriend and think that maybe he needs a little encouragement from me because he has just received a disappointing news at work today.”

Erza was looking at him with this mischievous glint in her eyes when Jellal suddenly felt her foot rubbing him in between his two knees under the table. He watched with anticipation as she removed the band used to fasten her hair into a ponytail next, letting her red tresses fall freely like a waterfall, before undoing all the three buttons of her blouse, revealing her deep cleavage and her light pink bra to him.

“I think your boyfriend will very much appreciate how considerate you are.” Jellal loosened his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt as he smiled widely back at Erza. The temptation was too strong to ignore because the last time he touched her, it was already two weeks ago, and he would not get a chance to for another week too if he rejected her now. Granted, he still should not give in to his desire because office was definitely not a place for sex. More importantly, what if they were being caught fucking in their office? But then the risk was also what made having sex in the office more exciting and satisfying, and thus more tempting. He knew because they had already tried it before.

Jellal lost the contact of Erza’s foot on his knees when she moved the chair backward and stood up. She took her blouse off and dropped it on his desk as she rounded the said furniture to approach him. A hand on his armrest, she turned his chair to her so that they were face to face, before she cupped his face and leaned down to capture his mouth in hers for a hot kiss. Jellal held Erza by the waist with both hands, pulling her closer. She held onto his shoulders before climbing into his lap. The hem of her skirt went up to her thighs, revealing the lace band in flowery pattern of the black thigh high stocking she was wearing today. Her extra weight made the chair squeaked in protest. Jellal freed one hand to grab at the edge of the desk to steady both the chair and themselves as Erza slid her tongue inside his mouth to seek for his and rubbed her breasts against his chest.

By the time their mouths were finally separated from each other to get some air, Jellal could already feel his hardness pressing up against Erza’s stomach. With a satisfied smirk, Erza got off him and kneeled on the floor to unbuckle his belt before also unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He lifted himself up a little to allow her to pull both his pants and underwear down to set free his member from the confinement of the clothes. She strokes him gently with her cold fingers first, sending shivers up his spine, before she took him into her mouth, treating him with licks and sucks which made him sigh and groan. He closed his eyes to swim in the pleasure her mouth and hand were making him feel as his hands moved on their own, threading their fingers through her tresses and grasping a few in them. He had always have this unexplainable infatuation for her red, long and soft hair. Everything felt extra good when he held onto her by her locks. But he did his best to restraint himself from pulling those alluring tresses to get her to take him in more because he wouldn’t want to hurt her or to cause any damage to her hair.

“Erza……stop.” Jellal called out when he knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer if Erza continued working on him but to release himself into her mouth was not something he wanted to do tonight.

Erza took her mouth off him and stood up. While he took some time to breath and to find the strength to stand up, she hitched up her skirt to her waist, making a show of pulling her panties down from her hip bones, over her thighs, down to her knees, to her lower legs and to her ankles, before kicking them away. He smirked, watching her every move with appreciation and lust.

Jellal kicked his pants and underwear off his feet too when they fell on the ground after he stood up finally. He closed the distance between Erza and him with one large step and forced her to step back until she was half sitting on the desk and half standing. He found his place between her thighs and brought her arms up and onto his shoulders making them cross behind his neck. He then wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned forward to kiss her on her lips, then on her jaw, before attaching his lips to the side of her neck. His free hand moved to her breast, scratching and pinching a hardened nipple with two fingers through the thin and soft fabric of her bra. His member was ready at her entrance, but he teased her by stroking her folds with his tip without pushing through. He relished in the way she trembled uncontrollably and in excitement under his domination, and also the way she moaned with pleasure but also with repression for fearing that her sound would be heard by a random security guard patrolling the office at night.

His mouth found Erza’s again when Jellal finally allowed himself to slide inside her. Erza couldn’t help but let out a small but sharp cry when Jellal fully filled her up with one forward thrust of his hips. She hooked a leg around his hips as he began to move, sliding in and out of her with fluidity and at a steady rhythm. When Erza began to press her lower leg hard against his back to urge him to go deeper into her, Jellal put more force in his thrusts and sped up his pace in response. Erza buried her face in the hollow of Jellal’s shoulder doing her best to muffle her moans. Her breath was warm and wet on his skin. Jellal shut his eyes close and pressed his face against Erza’s hair, growling lowly as he felt both her contraction and his own pulsing growing intensive. He let go of her breast but squeezed her bottom when he let loose his restraint and emptied himself inside her. Erza sunk her teeth into his shoulder hard when he almost finished as she felt her own organsm coming. Jellal let out a small cry feeling the pain she inflicted on him with the bite. A mark on his shoulder would be unavoidable but he didn’t really care about it.

Jellal wrapped his arms around Erza while she put her leg down on the floor and rested her face against his shoulder, both feeling satisfied but weak to move after coming down from their climax.

“Are you sure that you are still in the mood for work after this?” Erza was the first to break the silence.

“Maybe not, because I’m going to miss my girlfriend and her encouragement.” Jellal chuckled. “But mood is not something I use to decide what should be done.”

“There’s no urgency in your briefing on next Monday.”

“I guess there’s no. But I don’t like delaying the work when it can be done sooner.” He kissed her ear and whispered. “Sorry.”

Erza raised her head to look at Jellal.

“I’m sorry.” She pecked him on the lips. “I don’t mean to guilt you.” Pushing him gently, she stepped sideway to free herself from his embrace.

They cleaned up and got dressed again. Jellal gave up the tie because there was really no need for it now when he was not meeting anyone. Erza also decided not to tie up her hair again since there was no one in the office now to care about the change of her hairstyle after going into Jellal’s room.

Jellal followed Erza to the door and pulled her in for another kiss before she left.

“Maybe we shouldn’t keep our relationship a secret anymore, if the lack of our time together really upsets you.”

“Boss won’t be happy to learn about our secret.” They were employed as these rival leaders who compete with each other in sales to motivate the teams to earn more money for the company. “He’s going to judge our performance differently if we tell him that we are dating. Don’t be worried. I’m still fine with how things work between us, at least for the moment.”

“But the secret also can’t last forever. Let’s discuss it more when I come back.” He cupped her face and caressed her lips with his thumb. “Go out with friends while I’m not around, just enjoy yourself .”

“I’ll. Safe trip and have a nice weekend with your parents.”

“Thanks. See you on Monday. I love you.”

Jellal kissed Erza again, just couldn’t get enough of her.