[ Mirajane wriggles and squirms on Erza's back at the sound of 'mistress'. Hearing that word from Erza's lips is like honey to her. There aren't many things more sweet than that, no matter how many times she hears it. ]

Oh, but you still aren't crying. Just a single tear, is all I want. That shriek, though...that was nice.

[ In Mirajane's world, this is her idea of a nice, romantic situation. This is no different to flirting as far as she is concerned, even if it tends to result in more bruising and tears than normal flirting.

Mira takes Erza's hair in her hands and digs her heels into the woman's sides, as though she is riding a horse. ]

Come now, Erza. We have things to do. Just a bit of crying and I'll let you loose.