First Time for Everything

Summary: It's been months since Liz confessed her feelings to Meliodas. They've been taking things slow as they explore their new romantic relationship. Maybe a little... too slow. (This chapter is NSFW.)


When Liz had first come to Danafor, becoming a Holy Knight and saving the king's life and being a free citizen had been the last thing she expected. Yet somehow it had all fallen into place, in no small part to Meliodas. It was probably why, when she thought back on it later, falling in love with him was so easy.

It was three months since her birthday, when she had kissed him in the dark and whispered that she wanted to take it slow. Meliodas had agreed, and the next day this new part of her life began. Liz had never been able to imagine what being in a relationship would be like; love and marriage were not options for slaves or soldiers. But three months had slipped by with them together before she had even realized. Three amazing months of late night talks and early morning laughter. Three months of dinners and picnics and fun times at the tavern. Three months of arguments over the blankets and kissing before leaving for the day and falling asleep with her head in his lap.

Liz didn't know love like this existed. And this was love, of that she was absolutely sure. But there was one, huge, glaring problem in their relationship… and it was all her fault.

She sat in her chair in the living room, enjoying an early morning cup of tea. Wandle had been making a racket that woke her up, and after a brief argument she had sent him off to do whatever it is he did all day. Meliodas had slept through it of course. He could sleep through almost anything.

Liz made herself tea and put some honey on bread and curled up in the chair. No sense going back to bed just to be up in another half hour. The morning was cool, the sun still low in the sky, and she smiled at the quiet stillness. She looked out the window at the flowers she had planted the week before, something Meliodas had exclaimed over. They were primrose, the white and gold dotting the path to the house beautifully. She had scolded him when he bent to pick one for her.

The florist had told her that primrose meant "I can't live without you". When she shared that with him later, he had gotten a strange look on his face, for just a moment. Then he had kissed her, lifting her easily and carrying her up to the bedroom.

She sighed with the memory. That's where things had stopped: he had laid her on the bed, and they had shared a series of passionate kisses that went… nowhere. Meliodas had taken to climbing on top of her, and she could feel the effects of being with her easily, both in the way he moaned softly against her mouth and the way his body was pressing hard against her thigh. She had thought for sure that this time would be the time. Just like she had every other time.

It's your own fault, she thought. You said take it slow.

Yes, but I didn't mean this slow.

Liz had tried to clue him in that she was ready for more. She was wearing less to bed, and had pulled off his shirt during one particularly amorous session. He fit so easily between her thighs, the weight of him on top of her so steady it relaxed her instead of frightened her. Meliodas had kissed her mouth and her neck and, once, travelled down to her shoulders, pausing to graze his lips over her collarbone. Liz had laid there, frozen, waiting, but then his mouth returned to hers, his hands remaining firm against her shoulder blades.

Wandle flew back into the house, squawking as he perched on the back of Meliodas' chair. "Something's going on at the castle!" he announced loudly. "There's all kinds of carts and people there and they are setting up tents!"

"Really?" Liz frowned. She hadn't heard about anything going on today.

"Yup. You gonna eat that?" Without waiting for an answer he swooped down and snapped up the crust of her bread, swallowing it with a gulp.

Liz gave a swipe at him, and Wandle screeched as he playfully nipped at her. "Quiet!" she laughed. "You'll wake Meliodas."

"He sleeps too much anyway," the bird answered.

Snorting, she went back to her tea. Having Wandle around was like having a child sometimes. Liz smiled to herself at the thought. She wondered if she and Meliodas ever had children—and that was a big maybe, way, way in the future—he would sleep through their noise as easily as he did Wandle's.

Of course, the rate they were going, it would be some kind of miracle for Meliodas to get her pregnant.

Liz must have made a face because Wandle perched on her knee and looked up at her with a curious eye. "What's wrong?"

"Hm?" she replied, hiding her blushing face with another sip.

"What's that face for?" he demanded.

Liz rolled her eyes. "I was just thinking about things. You're so nosey."

"Thinking about Mel?" Wandle tittered in a laugh. "When are you two getting married anyway?"

"That's none of your business!" she protested.

"Yes it is. I need warning if you're going to have a bunch of kids around here."

Liz pushed him off of her lap. "That's definitely none of your business," she laughed.

Wandle flapped his wings, hovering over her. "I guess I shouldn't worry too much. It's not like you two are even doing it!"

Liz's mouth dropped open, but before she could say anything Wandle swept out of the window.


Wandle's teasing stuck with Liz throughout the day. Her unit had patrol on the east gate of the castle, so she was able to see first-hand the fuss going on around the palace. The word was that the king had formed some new alliance and was throwing a banquet to celebrate. Liz watched with the other knights with some amusement as carts of food and lanterns and linens came in and out of the gate. At least it made the day go by faster.

But it did nothing to help the embarrassment from the morning. Something had to be done; obviously Meliodas was not going to bring this up, and he was either purposefully ignoring her clues or too blind to notice them. Liz had no problem bringing up anything that bothered her or chide him for his silly behavior. This was just another instance where she would have to look him in the eye and tell him straight. This will be easy, she figured.

Yet every time she pictured herself telling him what she wanted, she broke out into a sweat.

He was already home when she got there. If her nerves weren't already shot, he was chopping vegetables, and thankful for the distraction she shooed him from the kitchen and began prepping the rest of dinner. Meliodas sat at the table and watched, perching his chin in his hand.

They chatted easily, sharing parts of their day. Then Meliodas launched into a monologue about some new ale that was coming in next week to the tavern they frequented, so by the time he was done she was laying the food on the table and taking her seat.

"What do you know about this alliance?" Liz asked as she served herself some carrot. "It must be a big deal if the king is going all out."

"It's with Liones," Meliodas explained. "They are working on a treaty for protection. Basically, if any kingdom declares war on one, the other will declare war on that kingdom."

Liz frowned. "Seems like an easy way to get half of Britannia into a war."

"Yeah. I'm not liking the idea myself. But there isn't much I can do."

She noticed how he picked at his meal, unusual for him. "You're the Grand Master," said Liz gently. "Surely if you have reservations, then that would carry some weight."

Meliodas laughed. "You have more faith in the king than I do. Honestly, my best bet is to talk to Liones' Grand Master and get his reading on the idea. If he is as against this as I am, then together we can try to alter the agreement without too much fuss."

Liz nodded, switching the topic to Wandle's antics from that morning. But Meliodas seemed distracted, and she had forgotten all about her plans to bring up their relationship until he said, "Liz, I need to talk to you about something."

She froze, in the middle of putting dishes away. He had been wiping the table, but stood next to it, watching her carefully. "Talk about what?" she stammered.

"Come here." Meliodas took her hand and pulled her into the living room. He led her to the couch, tucking his leg underneath him as he sat and turned to her. "I wanted to talk about us."

"Us?" Her voice was embarrassingly high pitched.

Meliodas gave a laugh. "Yeah. Nothing bad. I promise."

Liz gave a dramatic sigh. "Good. You made me nervous for a second."

They smiled at each other for a moment before he went on, "I wanted to see what you thought about… well, I think it's time for us to…"

He cleared his throat nervously, and Liz laughed. It was so unlike him to be flustered that it actually put her at ease. "Yes?" she prompted.

"I love you, Liz," he said, the words making her heart skip. "You know that. And I want us to take what we have further."

"You do?" she sighed. Liz felt herself melting, leaning forward and sliding her hands over his. Meliodas let their fingers twirl together and she grinned. "It's so funny… I was going to talk to you about this tonight too."

"You were?" Meliodas seemed genuinely surprised, making her laugh again.

She nodded, and with a deep breath, she leaned forward. Their lips met, no hesitation anymore as they kissed, both tilting their heads to open to one another. Liz pulled her hands from his to slide her arms around his neck and curl her fingers in his hair. Meliodas placed a gentle hand on her hip, allowing her to take the lead.

Knowing he was sure, her trepidation faded. Moments later Liz moved, tilting her body forward until she could climb over him. She straddled his lap, their mouths still meeting again and again, and Meliodas gave a small noise as she pressed against him so he sank back against the couch. Sitting on his thighs, she ran her hands over his shirt, enjoying the feel of his muscled torso under the fabric as she rocked her hips slightly.

She paused to catch her breath, and he whispered, "Liz?"

But she didn't want to lose her nerve, so Liz dove in again, kissing him hard. His hands squeezed on her thighs, making her groan, and slowly she rolled her body against his, tugging on his hair to tilt his head back. From beneath her lashes she saw his eyes open wide in surprise. Liz grinned, dragging her nails lightly against the sides of his neck. Then with a final kiss, she broke away, perching on his thighs and pulling her shirt off over her head.

Meliodas gasped, his mouth dropping open when she looked down at him. Slowly his eyes dragged over her body, the lingering gaze over her breasts and toned stomach making her shiver. Liz wasn't as muscular as some of the other knights, but she was pleased enough not to feel self-conscious… until several moments ticked by without any further reaction from him.

"Is this… okay?" she murmured, her hands going to his shoulders.

Meliodas blinked several times before looking up at her face. "Yes, I uh—I just didn't expect, um, this?"

His eyes flickered down to her chest again, and Liz huffed out a laugh. "Isn't this what you wanted? You said… you said you wanted to go further…"

She frowned as embarrassment quickly flared through her. Meliodas' brows raised up under his bangs as he stammered, "No, I—Yes! I mean, no. Yes. This is good, fine, but this isn't—I mean I want to but this isn't what I was—shit shit shit."

Closing his eyes, he barked out a laugh. Liz's face was on absolute fire, and she reached out and snatched up her shirt, pulling it back on hastily as she scrambled from his lap. "No, no! Liz!" he pleaded, the laughter bubbling out of him again, but Liz hurried into the kitchen.

He was still chuckling when he caught her by the elbow. "Liz, wait. Let me explain."

She allowed him to turn her to face him, but she pulled from his touch and folded her arms. "I'm sorry, I thought…" Liz's voice dropped off nervously.

"I know, I know, damn I'm sorry." Meliodas put his hands on his hips and glanced up at her through the fringe of his hair, his smile sweet. "When I said take us further, I meant something else. But that… you just took me by surprise."

"Why don't you want to have sex with me?" she blurted out. He blinked at her again in surprise, as her insides twisted. What a stupid thing to say! But now it was out, and she rushed on, "Is it because I was a slave? Is it because I'm not a virgin? I'm sorry, I know I'm not—"

"Liz," he pleaded, but she rushed on, "If you don't want to you should just tell me. I understand, I will understand, I promise!"

"Don't be ridiculous," he answered with a shake of his head. "Of course I want to. You said take it slow, remember?"

An embarrassed heat seared her throat, hot tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "Yeah I know. But I'm…" She shrugged one shoulder, looking to the side. "I think I'm ready now."

Meliodas did not respond, so after a few seconds of silence she risked a glance. He was smirking a bit, making her want to laugh and hit him at the same time. "What?" she demanded.

His smile went wide. "Good to know," he replied. Meliodas took her hand, kissing it with a smile. Liz held her breath, expecting him to move against her; instead, he let her hand go and went back to wiping the table.


Liz took a quick bath before bed, trying to stall. The lamps were down when she left, the house quiet. Wandle was asleep on his perch, Meliodas nowhere to be seen; she assumed he was upstairs already.

With a deep breath she headed up the steps. After finishing the cleaning they didn't do much of anything; she watered the flowers while he washed up, then he read while she made some tea. It was quiet, but tense, and even Wandle seemed to be quieter than usual when he arrived home.

She paused at the door before admonishing herself. He said he wanted to go further. It wasn't what he had originally intended, but he said it.

What was he going to ask me, anyway? she wondered.

Inside the bedroom, Meliodas was hanging up a tunic for tomorrow. "There you are," he smiled at her as she closed the door.

Liz did not respond, moving to quickly brush her hair and set out her own things for the morning, finding things to rearrange so she wouldn't be the first one to get into the bed. But she realized she was being silly, so after turning off the lamp on her side of the bed she climbed under the cover, watching as Meliodas closed the curtains.

"All ready then?" he asked.

Liz's brows drew down. "Ready for what? Bed?"

Meliodas snickered as he glanced over his shoulder. Liz was about to ask him what he meant when he turned off the lamp.

The room was plunged into darkness, with just a tiny bit of moonlight getting in from the little opening between the curtains. Liz waited for her eyes to adjust, blinking into the room, until she clearly made out the shape of his silhouette.

Then she watched as he pulled his undershirt off, tossing it away, before bending down and pushing his shorts to the floor.

Instantly her throat went dry. Meliodas never came to bed nude—she had seen him naked a couple of times, walking in as he was towelling off, catching a glimpse as he changed. It was never more than a brief look, something she wanted but made her quickly spin around and blush. He had gotten the hint early, and even though he would tease her for her modesty, he never pushed the idea or crossed that boundary.

Now he was crawling into the bed, pulling back the covers as his body slid across the mattress. Liz pressed backwards as far as she could to the edge without falling off. Her own nightgown, just a slip with thin straps and stopped mid-thigh seemed at once completely overdressed and nowhere near enough. Her mind warred between wanting to turn the light back on and take a good, long look at his body, and to run and find a winter coat to wrap herself in and hide from the embarrassment of it all.

Meliodas was naked. Gods the idea was sending her heart pounding. This was exactly what she wanted, had been wanting for weeks and now… Liz squeezed her eyes shut. She thought she was ready. She is ready. It won't hurt, probably, and if it did at least it wouldn't be humiliating. Meliodas wouldn't do that to her. That was before, and this was now, and back then there was no choice that didn't include death, but here it wasn't like that.

His hand touched hers, snapping her from those thoughts, and Liz allowed him to pull her forward. Meliodas sat up against the pillows, tugging her hand until she was pressed chest to chest. His fingers grazed up her arm, sending shivers over her skin, and then he pressed against the back of her neck to draw her into a kiss.

Kissing Meliodas was a comfortable act now: whether a short peck as one hurried past the other for work or the long, slow ones turned her mind fuzzy, his lips and mouth were as familiar as her own. So this kiss, while the same as every other kiss, also wasn't at all; he tasted different, somehow, as his lips parted to slide his tongue against the seam of hers. Slowly he filled her mouth with the swirl of his tongue, and she responded in kind as her heart beat faster. Liz tilted forward, just a bit, making his chin turn up towards her. Her hands went to his shoulders, tracing the outline before sliding backwards to move along his neck as his fell away.

Meliodas did not move, did not even touch her, even though when they had kissed before he would normally grab her hips or her hair or press his hands along her spine. This time he just remained still, the only thing moving his mouth to respond to her. This settled her nerves, and she was so grateful that she nearly did something stupid, like climb on top of him or speak. Instead she felt her nervousness melt with each pass of his kiss.

This went on for a short while, until their lips were moving in sync, their mouths dancing together in such a connected way that Liz would swear even their heartbeats had probably lined up together. For a moment she wondered if this is all it will be; perhaps this will end with just this lovely deep kiss, and he will pull away and roll over and the knot in her stomach would have been for nothing. But he was naked, the thought made her freeze suddenly, and she was so very glad her hands had travelled upwards instead of down.

He must have noticed when her mouth stopped gliding over his because Meliodas murmured on her cheek, "Is this okay?"

"Y-yes," she whispered back, cursing the nervous stutter. But he didn't comment, just turning a bit to run his lips along her jawline.

His mouth was teasing now, leaving little flutters on her skin. Liz was desperate for him to go on, longing to feel his mouth on her earlobe and feel his tongue trace the side of her neck. Should she tell him? Would he like that? Did he want instruction or would that insult him? Was he waiting for her to do something first? They had been together for months, how could she not know this?!

"Relax," he laughed.

Liz nodded, noticing how stiff her shoulders were. Then he moved in, biting her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth.

Oh it was heaven, the movement shooting a beeline right between her legs, and Liz even had to shift a bit at the sudden but welcome pulse that bloomed. And it was welcome this time, still a bit scary, but not the fear of what he would do to her before he stopped, but more like the thrilling kind as they stood waiting for battle. Meliodas lavished her with kisses, the curve of her ear and below her hairline and down to where her throat met her shoulder. He nipped at her gently between kisses, until she realized she was gripping him tightly, soft moans escaping her.

"Liz," whispered Meliodas.

"Hmm?" she breathed, lost to his kiss.

His face was pressed against her neck, and she felt his mouth curve into a smile. "You didn't answer me. Are you ready?"

She almost asked him for what, even though she knew—how could she mistake his meaning? Doing so would be more obtuse than flirty, she decided, so Liz simply nodded.

"Good," he answered. His voice seemed to go deeper, and for some reason that made her very, very happy. "Can I take off your gown? Or do you prefer to keep it on this time?"

This time? This time, this time, meant there would be more times, this time being the first time of many times. Liz opened her eyes as her mouth dropped open. She realized just how strange the question was—shouldn't he be taking it off, pulling it or even ripping it from her body? But he had asked her, given her a choice, and she could have him and keep the gown on if she wanted, which made her want him all the more.

"Take it off," she whispered.

She felt him pull away in the dark before his hands were on her thighs. Liz closed her eyes, a silly move in the room that was nearly pitch, but it helped keep her breathing steady as he lifted the fabric. She raised her arms to let him pull it off of her, giving a shiver when air met skin. Fighting the urge to cover herself, Liz pressed her hands against her legs.

He was going to touch her then; Meliodas was going to be feeling her body, dragging his hands over her, pinching and squeezing until she was squirming and panting. They were going to be skin to skin at last, and her heart pounded furiously at the idea. She wondered if there would be bruises this time; probably not, she argued to herself, although they had left bruises on each other before when sparring. He might even go soft, which was somehow always worse before, the fake affection from the men who would use her… but this time Liz wouldn't mind that, she decided. His affection was genuine. He was going to touch her, and it would be fine.

Except, he didn't. "We can stop, you know," he whispered. "I know this is—"

"No, no, it's fine," Liz said quickly.

Meliodas huffed a small laugh. "Yes I know but—"

"I said it's fine!" she hissed, feeling embarrassed.

Fingers caressed her arm, making her jump a bit. "I know," murmured Meliodas. "But we can stop anyway. Whenever you want."

Liz wished she could see his eyes, the greens always so calming. Why had they turned off the lights? But then he would see her, so the darkness was probably for the best. "I'm just not sure what… what you like. What you want me to do."

"Well I don't know what you like either," he chuckled. "So let's find out."

Smiling, she nodded. His hands went to her waist, and Liz shifted a bit so her leg was draped over his thigh. She was extremely aware of where her thigh was resting, and she wondered if she would feel him, or if he was hard already, or if he would want her to touch him or put him in her mouth; then she wondered if he would fit—sometimes it was difficult—and if he didn't, what would happen then. Oh gods, what if nothing happens no matter what she tries, and he gets angry at her, saying it's all her fault?

"What are you thinking about?" whispered Meliodas. His voice brushed against her ear, soft as he kissed her neck.

Liz swallowed. "You uh… nevermind, it's not important."

He tilted up to kiss her again, keeping his body at an angle so that only their lips were connected. It took a few seconds for the surprise to fade, and then she kissed him back. This time it was teasing, more teeth than the last time, and much less finesse. It was probably because of the space between them, so with a grip on her courage, Liz slid forward until her arms went around his neck and her breasts pressed against his chest.

It felt exciting to be skin to skin. Liz wanted to run her hands on his body, but hesitated, not sure if she should. Damn all those other ones, who took what they wanted—she felt as stupid as a virgin but without the excuse. Her mouth stilled, and he pressed his forehead against hers, the two of them simply breathing for a moment.

Liz pulled away from his mouth, and then leaned in to kiss his cheek. Meliodas complied as her lips moved downwards, tilting his chin up to give her access to his neck. This was more exciting than she had anticipated, having this ability to do what she wanted, and eagerly she ran her tongue along his shoulder before sliding down to his throat, his collarbone. Meliodas gave a little hum of pleasure, making her grin, and she nibbled on the top of his chest, wanting to hear that again.

She felt his hands move upwards, caressing her stomach before stopping just below her breasts. Liz stilled, then took a deep breath. Moving back, she arched her body forward, feeling him shift next to her. She was giving him full access to her front, but Meliodas only traced his fingers back and forth, barely grazing her skin until she finally said, "You can touch me, you know."

"Yeah, I know." He was teasing, but Liz for once didn't mind.

Then his lips pressed on her chest, just above the swell of her body. His hands grazed the bottom curves, dancing along the outsides, and she let go a low moan. "Yes?" he breathed.

"Yes," she answered. "Yes, right there."

Meliodas did it again, and again, and the warmth that was swirling in her core turned to an ache. All these years and Liz had never known this about herself; her cheeks flushed to think he found it in minutes. He was so good at this, she thought to herself, and the nerves began to creep back. Was she bad at this? Should she be moving more, kissing him more? Was he waiting for her to do something? Liz tried to think of something, but her mind was mush now because the fingers that were sweeping back and forth along the sides of her breasts were now creeping closer to her nipples and her entire attention shot straight there.

Then he kissed her breast, his tongue lightly grazing her nipple, taking her breath away. On and on, his mouth was so heavenly, tasting her, sucking on her skin in a way that made her flushed and trembling. Liz shifted again so she straddled his lap, and he had definitely responded to her, so that fear was put aside at least. With some curiosity, she rolled her hips, letting the very wet and aching part of her slide against the hard part of him, and when Meliodas moaned, Liz laughed. "Please do that again," he said, his voice tight.

Eagerly she did. The minutes ticked by as they rocked against each other, his mouth stirring her blood in a way she had never experienced, her core slick and throbbing with every grind of her hips. He was making little sighs and grunts of pleasure, each one sending sparks of excitement through her. Finally she cupped his face and tilted it up to hers. "I'm ready," she panted.

Meliodas nodded. She expected him to push her down, and Liz squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the sensation of being pinned under his body. However, his hands moved down to her hips, gently pulling her up so he could press the head of his cock against her opening.

"Liz," he groaned, and she understood. Gently she rocked her body, sliding down onto him, gasping at the sensation. She had never done this before, and as she braced herself on his shoulders with her hands gripping tightly, she was filled with a sense of pure relief.

Meliodas did not move, allowing her to take her time. She marveled at how good he felt, how good they felt together; eventually she found a pace that was both thrilling and allowed her to adjust as her body and her emotions responded to him. He kept his hands firmly on her hips, no longer guiding, but allowing her to move the way she wanted. Liz tilted forward again to let his length drag along a spot inside of her that had her toes curling.

It had never felt like this before; there was no pain, no humiliation, no grasping hands or grunting in her ear. The memories of the hard slapping against her thighs or the smell of alcohol or a wet tongue on her neck felt very far away. All that existed now was Meliodas, his whispered words that she was beautiful, his mouth opening in a sigh as she rode him slowly.

She was getting closer to something, her body and mind driving towards a peak she couldn't describe, but she needed something. "Meliodas!" she cried, and as if he knew, he thrusted upwards, meeting her hips with his own, his head falling back. It was enough, finally, their bodies connecting until it broke through her, sending Liz into a tailspin of molten pleasure, clenching around him again and again.

It felt like it would never stop. Then he let go a groan, and a familiar sensation of warm liquid filled her. Yet this time it was satisfying instead of repulsive, making Liz shake with the overwhelming feeling. Meliodas slowed his thrusting to a gentle movement, and she pressed forward, wrapping her arms around him and hiding her face in his neck, sucking in one deep breath after another, gripping his back as she tried to grip onto her emotions.

After a few moments his hands were rubbing on her back soothingly, and his lips fluttered on her temple. "I love you," he said quietly.

Liz picked up her face to look down at him. She could make out his familiar smile, but when she brushed her thumbs over his cheeks, she was surprised to find them damp. He was crying for her?

Her heart filled to bursting, she kissed him, his body slipping from hers as they laid down together, limbs wrapped around one another so every inch was touching. His arms around her, Liz settled with her head on his chest, listening to his breathing, before she remembered something.

"What did you want to ask me?" she whispered.

"Oh." Meliodas gave a little laugh, which made her tilt so she could look at his face. "It seems silly now, but… There is a reception for the delegation from Liones. And I need… a date."

Picking up her head, Liz frowned at him. "You're asking me on a date?"

Laughing, he nodded. "I suppose? It would mean us going officially public. Are you ready for that?"

Her mouth curved into a smile. "With you, I'm ready for anything," whispered Liz.