Yes. This chapter took forever. Yes. It was because of my other fics. Yes, it was also kind of due to all the Fiyeraba fics I've been indulging in lately (hohoho)

Enjoy this very month-inappropriate Halloween story! Quite a bit of awkwardness ahead, since Erza's romance deprived and thus, shy.

Faie.

Kiss 2

"You're looking to match Erza up, right? I have someone right here."

Jellal Fernandez stumbled forward and nearly tripped on a small pile of empty beer bottles when his pink haired friend suddenly grabbed him around the arm and pulled him roughly forward.

"This is my frat pal Jellal. He thinks," Natsu affected a cheeky grin. "Erza is hot and would like to get to know her better. Like, very much better."

"Wait- I didn't… I didn't say she was hot!"

"Yes, you did." Elfman piped out unhelpfully, only to have a glare shot at him from under unruly blue bangs. The werewolf folded his arms. "Be a Man and admit it."

Natsu rolled his eyes. "Fine. You said she was smoking hot."

Meanwhile, Lucy snickered behind her palm and nudged the older Strauss sister. "I told you the mad doctors here tonight were really hot."

"Maybe he'd feel better if he took off his coat?" Mirajane gave a demure giggle that stood in sharp contrast against her bold words.

"Mira-nee!" Lisanna chided, a loud hiccup punctuating her words. "I'm disappointed in you."

"Li-Lisanna?"

The silver haired woman with the pixie cut got up from the couch, and stroked down the silky material of her reddish black dress. She pointed an admonishing finger at her older sister, swaying slightly where she stood. "Just his coat? You're obviously – hiccup – not drunk enough. I'm going to get… you…" The younger Strauss sister disappeared behind the corridor, her sentence trailing off into a mildly drunken slur. Instantly, her brother was after her, sighing in exasperation.

"So, babe. Where's Erza?" Natsu asked, glancing around.

Lucy's eyes widened in confusion. "What do you mean? She's ri-"

"No, she's not." The pink haired Marc Antony replied blandly, watching in amusement as realization slowly dawned on his fiancée's face and she lifted a gauze – covered arm to smack the side of her head. "That woman..."

"Looks like Officer Kiss has fled the scene." Juvia chortled in an un-ladylike manner, her cocktail glass tipping over slightly as liquid danced along the lipstick marked glass rim without spilling. "Erza – san mu-" All of a sudden, the blunette's lips froze, her eyes widening into saucers when she finally noticed the half naked man trying to hide himself behind Natsu and Jellal. But with Elfman no longer blocking him from view, it was all too easy to recognize the sculpted shoulders of her dark haired pirate.

Sans his shirt.

Juvia shoved her Sex on the Beach into Lucy's surprised hand as she made her way towards the men, her slow shuffle almost zombie like.

Behind his friends, Gray sweat dropped when he noticed his girlfriend getting ever closer, and he patted Jellal's shoulder hurriedly. "I-I think I just saw my shirt. GoodluckwithErza!Bye!"

"Huh?"

Jellal turned to see only a dotted outline of where his friend had been standing barely a second ago. When there was a small tap on his arm, he turned back to see Juvia extending her hand out to him.

"It was nice meeting you, Jellal – san, but would you please move aside now? There's something I have to do."

The intense glare in her eyes was more persuasive than her polite words. The mad scientist shook the siren's hand hurriedly and stepped away from her as though he was about to be stung. By one particularly shimmery blue bee…– fish? No wait…

"Ara~ Gray's in trouble~" Mirajane singsong-ed from where she was now slouching over on the couch, her head lolling lazily to one side as she twirled the stem of her empty cocktail glass between her fingers.

"Never mind that freaking porn star. We need to find Erza! It's time for an Erza hunt!" Natsu retorted, returning his attention to his blue haired friend. His fiancée nodded vehemently and latched onto the arms of the two males as she slid in between them. "Mira! You com- never mind."

The silver haired Stepsister was busy admiring the small maraschino sitting in the glimmering body of the wet glass with the attention one would expect to be lavished on an abstract painting. Sighing, the three stalked off down the corridor on a mission to find the elusive woman, with the Queen of the Nile muttering very un-Queen-like curses under her breath about how a certain policewoman had better not had run home.

A full minute after they had departed, Mirajane's blue eyes lifted to find herself now devoid of the company of friends. "Guys? Where ar- woaah!"

The beauty gasped when her drunk arm suddenly buckled under her weight, and the entire length of her torso dropped heavily sideways. Mirajane Strauss gave an indelicate "Oof!" when her shoulder hit a really, really hard surface.

Rubbing the back of her hand against her suddenly starry eyes, her other arm shot up to grab at the wooden rack on Lucy's couch-side coffee table… only to have her fingers bump into a bristled, yet warm surface. Her fingers froze for a moment, as she wondered how on Earthland a magazine rack could feel so soft… and bristled and… and was that someone's breath she felt on her hand?

Mirajane's body tensed as she slowly shifted her other hand from her eyes, and those very same aquamarine eyes now widened in horror as she took in the chiseled, downturned face of a large male, his narrow orange eyes boring curiously into her. The hints of a blush dusted her pale cheeks when she realized that her fingers were still grazing the lower lip of the Greek.

His lips were slightly chapped, she noticed distractedly, as she watched him watch her. Maybe she could introduce him to a product from her cosmetic store? Mirajane was sure that she could find som-

No wait… THIS WASN'T THE FREAKING RIGHT TIME TO DO SALES!

The now not-so-drunk Mirajane flustered and gasped as she shot up from where she had been plastered across, sadly, not an empty couch space, but a strange man's lap.

Mirajane righted herself hurriedly, her hands shooting up in defense, ready to plead innocent under influence of (deliberate) intoxication. "S-sorr…" Her voice slowly trailed off, leaving a slightly gaping mouth.

"Hmm…?"

The large male had turned around to face her, a surprised quirk to his lips as he regarded the pretty stranger who had nearly kneed him in the crotch of his gold trimmed toga. Piercing orange eyes stared back into wide, shimmering aquamarines lined with gothic black mascara, and a single eyebrow arched above a long, jagged scar that cut down the side of the man's chiseled face.

"It's ok."

The policewoman was currently hiding out in what was probably the only empty room in the large two storey house – the personal bedroom of the host and hostess. While Erza hadn't wanted to intrude on the private space of her friend and her fiancé, every other room had been taken up, either by drunken adults playing kinky drinking games, or by other drunken adults just playing kinky… games.

The redhead had blushed when she had unsuspectingly opened the door to a guest bedroom, only to be mooned by a bottom naked werewolf with his back to her. Even at that distance, she had heard the masculine growl reverberate from deep within his throat.

She had blushed further when she noticed the small gloved hands clasping onto the werewolf's bare butt cheeks.

Erza gave her most furious blush yet, with steam practically pouring from her ears, when the small head of an angel popped up from behind the werewolf's waist.

That angel had blue hair.

Oh crap. Oh crap crap fuckity crap!

"SORRY!"

The redhead slammed the door shut, a hand clutching her heaving chest as she desperately tried to banish the memory of her PR Manager's surprised face when Erza had burst in on her fe-fe-fell-…

WHY THE HELL WASN'T THAT DOOR LOCKED?!

After that, she had simply skipped the whole 'looking for a suitable room' process to going straight to the one place she knew would be safe. So here she was, safely ensconced in the large lemon themed bedroom, with the edges of its walls painted with licks of fire. shooting across the lengths of the walls just above the carpet. The stretch of flames stretched along the perimeter of the room, dancing upward about ten centimeters before dissolving into soft yellow.

How her reckless, hot-headed employee had managed to convince his level-headed fiancée to have fire lining the edges of their bedroom walls was beyond Erza's comprehension.

"Ah wells. Not my problem."

The policewoman sat down tiredly on the edge of the soft, comfy bed, its plush mattress instantly sinking around her slim thighs. "Damn, this feels good." She groaned, and after a moment's hesitation, toppled backwards till she was lying on the mattress, her legs dangling over the edge.

Erza Scarlet couldn't remember the last time she had slept on a bed this nice. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had even slept on a bed.

Between her busy schedule, her workaholic nature, and the unjustified paranoia of her employees messing something up without her constant supervision, Erza had found herself furnishing her office with a closet of clean, pressed business suits. Her private bathroom was stocked with basic hygiene necessities. Sitting on her desk was a stack of blueprints for the installation of a shower in the bathroom.

Tonight seemed like a good night to look through those.

In fact, now seemed like a very good time.

"Yosh."

Erza bounced upwards on the bed and headed for the door, only to gasp when it suddenly swung open, missing her head by a few centimeters. A pink haired Roman was grinning widely at her, his fiancée standing beside him looking rather annoyed.

"ERZA!"

"N-N-Natsu?"

"Mou… why'd you run off?" Lucy groaned as she pushed past her man to chide her friend. "We were looking for you everywhere."

"H-how'd you get in? The door was locked!"

"You do realize this is my house right? There's no door I can't enter."

"Lucy opted for the boring way of using the key… killjoy."

"You are not splintering another door."

"But I wanted to do 'this is Sparta!' thing. It's cool!"

"No. You already broke the guest room door the other day."

"That was your fault." Natsu mumbled.

"You're the one who suggested naked Saturdays." Lucy hmph-ed and crossed her arms.

"W-what?"

"And then you hid from me."

"N-n-n-"

"Cause I didn't expect you to break down the door!"

"Guys…"

"You really thought that I wouldn't break down the door after you sauntered past me like that?!"

"N-n-na-nak-"

"Gah! You're an idiot! Why did I even agree to marry you? You, and your stupid naked days, and your painted fire…"

"What's wrong with the fire?"

"N-na-nak… days?"

"You always do the whole 'I'm all fired up' thing whenever you see them! It's annoying!"

Lucy gasped when the tall Roman suddenly reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Even beneath her shimmery golden cheeks, the blush on her face was evident when he leaned in close and whispered into her ear.

"Don't lie through your teeth. You love it when I'm all fired up. Especially on naked Saturdays."

"Sh-shut up!"

"You're blushing, Luce. God, you're cute."

"Uh… guys?"Jellal tapped the shoulder of his friend before they could start attempting to suck each other's faces off.

"What? Oh… right."

His fiancée caught on a little slower, but when she did, Lucy pushed the male away and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the room.

"Hurry up, dummy!"

"Who're you c-" Natsu's voice was cut off by the slam of the door.

The mad scientist turned back around, sighing when he saw the policewoman sitting on the bed, a furious blush on her face as she continued to mumble under her breath something that sounded like "n-n-n-n-n-n-".

Erza nearly jumped when her company sat down next to her, the bed sinking around his weight.

"Hey, you ok?"

"W-wh-wh-wh-why wouldn't I-I-I-I be? I'm f-f-fine."

He chuckled sheepishly. "You don't have to be so tense. I'm not going to try anything funny."

"Y-you're not?"

His eyes widened behind his glasses. "You want me to?"

Erza's head snapped back to the floor, her fingers twiddling. "N-no… it's just that… isn't that what a male and female do when they're alone in a bedroom?"

"Huh?"

He could hardly understand her next sentence, for her lips quivered so badly from embarrassment.

"I m-m-m-mean…the w-w-were-werewo- and-and-and b…b-b-blu-"

"Werewolf? Oh. You mean Gajeel? The one with the long black hair?"

"I… don't know his name, but I saw my friend L-L-L-" Erza's cheeks turned red again, stem practically pouring from her ears when she remembered what she caught her friend doing.

Thankfully, her company seemed to understand where she was going with her words… or trying to go.

"That's his girlfriend."

"What? Oh…"

Jellal chuckled, slightly amused at this redhead's naïveté. "Random strangers don't do that with one another… oh, wait. Never mind. But I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to. So you can relax."

"Then what do you want?"

Now that she was feeling safer, Erza's confidence was starting to return, and she turned to stare at the man straight on.

"To get to know you." He smiled warmly. "I didn't get to introduce myself earlier. My name is Jellal Fernandez."

"Erza Scarlet." She shook his hand firmly.

"Is your last name a coincidence?"

"Sorry?"

"I mean… your hair…"

"Oh right. Yes, it's a coincidence… I inherited my hair colour from a grandparent."

"It's beautiful."

"Wh-what? Oh. Uh… thanks."

"I mean it."

Erza's eyes widened slightly when he reached an arm up to swipe away the lock that was hanging in front of her eyes. Jellal couldn't help it; her hair had been beckoning his touch the entire evening. During their search for the elusive redhead, he had more than once caught sight of long red locks… only to be sadly disappointed when it turned out to be nothing but commercial wigs that paled in comparison to this woman's natural shade.

"It's… beautiful. The scarlet."

"Thank you."

Jellal dropped his arm when he noticed the redhead had her eyes downturned. "S-sorry."

"It's fine."

Silence dropped for a moment before Jellal prompted again. "So, you're Natsu's boss?"

"Y-yeah. I'm acting CEO, but just until our real boss gets better."

"He's in convalescence?"

"Yes."

Silence fell again, and the redhead found herself clutching onto the end of her short skirt, creasing the folds between her fingers.

"S-say, Jellal. Where did you get your costume from?"

"Huh? I put it together at work, since I didn't have time to plan anything else."

"You're a doctor?"

"Nope. It's actually rather unimaginative, since I literally came as myself."

"You're really a scientist?"

He nodded, and pointed towards the red coloured patches on the stained lab coat. "That's-"

"Blood."

"Nope." He chuckled. "Sorry to disappoint you. It's cranberry juice. I basically put this getup together in less than 10 minutes. How about you?"

"I got the idea from a TV show. The woman, the kissogram, was a redhead too. So I decided, what the hell?"

"That's cool."

"I suppose… I didn't have time to go source for one either…"

"I see."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…-"

The door suddenly slammed open, startling the pair.

"Guys! We're back!"

"What the h-"

"And we brought drinks and games!"

Natsu strode proudly into the room, holding two six-packs and a cardboard box under his arm. "I swear this game is good." He smirked and plopped down onto one side of the bed. Jellal instantly reached for a beer, chugging it down so fast that he drew the curious eye of his friend.

Lucy moved to drag the redhead into the adjoining toilet, locking the door behind them.

"Lucy, what's goi-"

"You call that flirting, Erza? That was weak!"

"Wait… what? You guys were spying on us?!"

"And I'm so glad we were. Erza, tell me. Is Jellal hot?"

The redhead sputtered. "W-what? I don't-"

"Yes or no, Erza."

"N-"

"Hmm? What was that?"

Erza sighed. "I mean, yes. He is… rather… very good-looking."

"Then what are you waiting for? Jump him!"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh don't give me that, missy. Your costume gives you the perfect excuse."

"B-"

Lucy sighed and folded her arms. "But… you're too scared. And that is where we come in, with the game and the booze."

"Do I-"

"No you don't. You came to get laid, Erza. And as a friend, I shall make sure you do. Sa sa, let's go back out now. I'm sure the guys are done setting up the board."

Without waiting for her friend's reply or consent, the blonde pressed her hands into Erza's back and shoved her back out into the bedroom.

"Guys, we have returned!" Lucy gave her fiancé a pointed look. "You had better not have stolen my favourite token again."

"Don't worry." The Roman chuckled. "You're still the thong. I went with the banana of steel. Jellal chose the… what'd you take?"

The scientist's lips quirked up as he lifted a small thumb-sized plastic token. "The whip."

Lucy bent down to grab the remaining items in her hand. "Right. Which leaves the… pouty lips, the handcuffs, the leather underwear and the...ooohhh!"

At her friend's reddening cheeks, the blonde smirked evilly, plucked the fourth item from her palm, and thrust it into Erza's hand. "I suggest you go with this."

Erza opened her fist, and she chewed nervously on her lower lip as she stared at the small, inconsequential object in her hand. Lucy winked at her as she sat down on the bed opposite her fiancé.

"Now get down here, Erz, and let's play!"

I've never played a sex game before, so feel free to throw sexy ideas out that I can use for the actual game session. Also, I don't have a fixed idea on what to choose for Erza's token, so get creative in your reviews people!

Faie. Out.