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A Genie Named King

Chapter 36

Meliodas' gaze followed the pair as King led Diane back inside.

He chuckled lightly as he shook his head. The blonde half wanted to call out King's attempt at being sneaky but he knew that the fairy and giantess needed some time alone. To discuss or whatever, it didn't really matter to him as long as the two figured it out. It had been… weird not having them talk to each other. Meliodas was all for chatting with King every now and then (much like they did today) but he didn't care for either of his friends being upset.

He wanted them happy.

"Meliodas?" Elizabeth's sweet voice called him back. "What are you laughing at?"

His eyes met her aqua and he grinned. "Nothing in particular. Just happy King finally struck up enough nerve to whisk Diane away."

Ban snorted in his ale. Elaine patted his back, a small smile on her face. "Finally is right," she agreed. "I was worried Harlequin wouldn't be able to."

"King can be brave when he needs to be," Merlin commented lightly.

"It's most interesting when he acts contradictory to his normal character," Gowther added.

"Contradictory, huh?" Meliodas quirked a brow at the word.

The blonde may have only known his roommate for a few months, but Meliodas was sure King would always do the right thing when given the chance. He knew how stubborn Diane could be (years of being her friend taught him well in that aspect). She had avoided the fairy for as long as she could. It didn't matter that she hurt as much as he did.

"Harlequin may not come off like it, but he is brave," Elaine frowned, verifying Meliodas' thoughts. "Diane just… she makes him nervous sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Ban chortled. "Try all the time Lamb Chop. Man, I still can't get over that they actually kissed last night."

"What?!"

Now it was Meliodas' turn to snort in his ale. He turned to his tall friend and exasperated, "dude."

"Oops?" The white haired man shrugged, unbothered by the information he'd just let slip.

"What?!" Elaine repeated herself. She took Ban's face in both of her hands, squishing his cheeks together in her tight grip. "Did you just say they kissed?" She squeaked.

Ban nodded.

Elaine dissolved into a puddle of squeals. Elizabeth soon joined her. "Did you know?" The blonde woman asked the silverette excitedly.

"I did," Elizabeth confessed. "I wanted to tell you but, well, Diane was in a mood today. I tried so hard to keep it all in! It's such a relief that you know now!"

Meliodas smiled fondly at his girlfriend. It had to have been a max of six hours or so that Elizabeth had to keep the secret. Apparently good news is hard to keep to yourself, his eyes shifted to Ban. The man already helping himself to another ale. The Fox Sin caught his gaze and held up a drink, a nonverbal question if he wanted one. Meliodas nodded his answer.

"It's no wonder that both of their hearts were in such distress all day," Elaine spoke thoughtfully. "After coming to realize their feelings like that, only to have something come between them not long after…"

"Wait!" Elizabeth stopped the blonde fairy before she could get any further. Her eyes wide with excitement. "Their hearts?"

"Oh, um, yes," Elaine gave her a sheepish smile. "Most faires have the ability to read humans' hearts."

"Almost like mind reading," Ban shakes his head fondly, as if recalling a memory.

"Really?" Meliodas can't help but comment. "I didn't know you guys could do that. Can King?"

"No, my brother lost that ability some time ago," she said sadly.

"How do you lose something like that?" Escanor asked curiously. "Wouldn't it be like, um, riding a bike?"

Elaine giggled and shook her head. "No. I'm not sure how exactly Harlequin lost the ability to read hearts. But I think it has to do with how long he was in the human realm without his memories."

"Reading hearts… that's so amazing!" Elizabeth smiled widely. She and Elaine going off into their own little world as they chatted about King and Diane's hearts.

"So something good did come out of last night after all, hmm?" Merlin eyed the giddy girls, bringing the conversation back to the kiss. Meliodas had a hunch that it wasn't often she had to deal with such displays.

"Oh yes!" Elizabeth turned to address the older woman with a bright smile. "The two of them started some kind of game, we stopped watching after that, and they kissed when King found her!" She explained in a rush. "Isn't it wonderful?!"

The ravenette quirked a brow. "You all were watching them?"

"Yep," Meliodas replied, only a small sense of shame nagging in the back of his mind. "Figured we wouldn't wanna see what happened when King caught up with her."

"There is something about the chase that get's the blood pumping," Merlin chuckled lightly.

Before the demon could even think of being creeped out by the odd statement, Gowther spoke. "I am most disappointed that you did not include me in your experiment," the magenta haired man stated with a small frown.

"Oh, no!" Elaine tried to pacify the Goat Sin. "It wasn't like that at all Gowther!"

"I do not comprehend," he tilted his head. "If you were not watching them for educational purposes then why watch them at all?"

Elaine blushed as she sputtered. Elizabeth came to her rescue, "we were curious."

Gowther's brows furrowed. "Is that not the bases for all experiments? The desire to plan out a certain situation and discern the outcome?"

The druid joined her friend in blushing as Meliodas, Ban, and Merlin chuckled at their expense. The Sin of Wrath had to hand it to the man, he kinda had a point. Though, Meliodas also had to say it sounded kinda creepy when Gowther put it like that. He probably wouldn't be so prying anymore unless it was a conversation with King himself.

"It's not like that!" The girls' squeaked together.

"Eesh," Hayden appeared while Elaine and Elizabeth's attempted to explain to Gowther that they weren't conducting experiments on Diane and King (a bit odd in more ways than one if he really thought about it). "What's with all the yelling over here?"

"Hayden!" Elaine tackled the man in a hug. Meliodas figured she was probably eager for the distraction from Gowther's continuous prodding. "Did you hear? King and Diane kissed! Isn't it wonderful?!"

The green haired fairy made a face. "Kinda gross if you ask me."

"Oh shush!" Elizabeth slapped his arm lightly. "You have to be just as happy for them!"

"Well, sure. I just didn't wanna see it happen," Hayden shuddered.

"You didn't," Melidas said, already knowing the answer. A laugh threatened to slip past his lips. That nosy little… "You followed them into the house, didn't you?"

"Ah ha," he chuckled nervously as he scratched his cheek. "I did."

"Were they suckin face?" Ban questioned the fairy. As Hayden's cheeks dusted pink, the white haired man belted out a laugh.

"Ban!" Elaine scolded as she blushed.

"That's what you get for trying to spy on them," Meliodas joined Ban's chuckles.

Hayden shook his head. "I didn't actually think they would just hop to that so quickly," he slid a hand down his face. "Not going to be following them around when they go off anywhere alone anymore, that's for damn sure."

"Well you shouldn't be anyways," Elizabeth frowned. "They deserve their privacy."

Meliodas tilted his head as he reminded her, "and what did we all do after the party at the village last night?"

"Ah, well, that was, um, different!" She sputtered with rosy cheeks.

"Sure," the former demon pacified his girlfriend.

King was going to die.

Sure, he had just made up with Diane and finally explained about his past with her past. And yes he was undeniably happy about this new development. But really? His mind couldn't catch up to this sudden change. She'd just walked into his bedroom with a teasing smile and eyes that promised mischief.

This was his own fault for bringing up the request from last night.

Can't I follow through on one of these courageous spurts and make them last, oh I don't know, an hour or two instead of a few minutes? Would that be too much to ask? His stupid feet were glued to the stupid floor and he couldn't get them to move.

Diane had to be waiting for him.

He wanted to follow her. Badly.

But he was also afraid. She teased him about being his genie for the night and while King was extremely turned on by the offer, he couldn't help but be terrified at the same time. What if I push her too far? What if Diane wants more than I can give? The Sin of Sloth had fantasized about this moment for far longer then he should have (almost immediately upon meeting this time's Diane) and now that it was actually happening he was worried. He was a bundle of nerves and nothing else.

As if sensing his self doubts, Diane walked back out of the door.

King studied her, his hesitation melting away as she fidgeted in the doorway. She pulled her plump bottom lip in between her teeth and wringed her hands together. When that didn't seem to work, she switched her tactics, twirling one of her fingers in a pigtail and tugging on it. King gulped audible and her gaze snapped to his. He took a step towards her.

The giantess took a step back into the room. She held up a single finger, motioning for him to follow. King's feet lifted off the ground without his consent as he followed her silent command. Diane continued backwards into the room, stopping long enough for him to shut the door.

She licked her lips and King followed the motion religiously. Diane's cheeks pinked, but her words didn't falter as she teased. "Well your grace," she spoke clearly and King twitched with an unexpected want at her addressing him so formally. She'd never done that before. "You have one of your subjects all alone in your bedroom. What shall we do?"

"You aren't my subject," King immediately commented. He floated closer to her. Diane fell back on the bed, apparently not expecting him to move so quickly. "And don't call me your grace. It's weird," he added as an afterthought.

"So you don't like it when I address you like that my lord?" She teased with a small smile as she wiggled farther onto the bed. Diane raised herself up on her knees so they were level. "How about your majesty? Or maybe King Harlequin?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him as she tilted her head to the side.

King flushed at her sultry gaze. "Uh, w-well, just Harlequin is f-fine."

Her smile spread and she wrapped her arms around his neck. King let out a shaky breath as she drew him closer. Their lips brushed as she said, "whatever you want Harlequin."

His hands went to her hips, feet connecting with the ground. "I don't think that's such a good idea…" he admitted reluctantly. His lips now brushing against her neck instead of her lips. Diane shivered at his touch. King could only hope it was a in a good way.

"And why… is that?" She asked slowly as she struggled to calm her suddenly erratic breathing. "I told you. You get one wish from me," Diane giggled lightly.

"Because," King pressed a feather light kiss to the base of her throat unable to stop the desire to do so.

The former giantess tilted her head to the side and hummed her approval. King bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning at her subtle movement to give him better access to her. Needing something to relieve all his nervous energy, King placed his lips against her throat again. Her hands worked into his hair as another sound of pleasure left her.

"I'm nervous," the King of Fairies' mumbled his confession against her. He trailed a path of kisses farther up her neck to her jawline.

"Why?," Diane breathed. She pressed her own kiss to his cheek.

King wanted to melt. "What if… what if I go too far?" He whispered, afraid that she'd be repulsed with his lack of self control.

Her hands moved from his hair to grab both sides of his face. Fear momentarily gripped him as well until she forced him to meet her gaze. "Harlequin," Diane stated firmly, eyes bright with determination. "You would never take things further than I'm comfortable with. You wouldn't do anything like that. These past few months have made that pretty clear considering the… situations we ended up in," she blushed lightly, "I know that and you should too."

And of course she was right. King wouldn't ever want to hurt Diane if he could help it (and despite his waning control on his libdo, he could). If she wanted to leave the room right now, he'd let her without any word of protest.

"That being said," Diane paused, nibbling her lip anxiously. "Don't let me… push you too far either… okay?"

King nodded numbly. Those were not words he ever thought she would say. A question nagged the back of his mind, desperately wanting to be asked. Diane's cheeks pinked deliciously at his lack of words. Right, she's not looking at me.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah," he told her scratchley.

A sigh left her lips. "Thank goodness," Diane replied lightly. "God knows how bad I've-" she stopped short when she met his dark stare.

"How bad you what?" King asked and she watched the amber swirl.

Her eyes widened, belatedly realizing what she had almost confessed. Her hands fell away as she shuffled back on the bed. "I uh, what?" Diane's foot caught in the sheets and she tumbled back.

King hovered over her. She squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to block out the embarrassment. His hand brushed one of her pigtails out of her face before gently grabbing her chin. Amethyst eyes revealed themselves and her breath hitched as he guided her gaze to his.

"How bad you've what, Diane?" He prodded again.

Diane's heart beat viciously against her chest. Her voice, caught in her throat as she found her hands fisting in his vest. King stayed hovering over her, not an inch of him touching her except for the hand that held her chin oh so gently. As if she was something delicate.

His adam's apple bobbed before he asked, "have you been thinking about this?" His hand moved to cup the back of her neck. The other finding the exposed skin on her hip.

She let out a shaky breath, swiftly biting her lip to keep in any embarrassing noises that may escape her. Diane nodded. She forced herself to keep his gaze, despite the heat on her cheeks.

King blinked and she swore his breathing became just as erratic as hers. "How long?"

Not one to be bested, Diane replied, "you first."

"Since I met you," slipped past his lips, his amber eyes immediately widening. "I-I mean-"

Diane yanked his body down, smashing their lips together. King placed a leg in between her thighs as he settled himself over her. His hand on her neck tilted her head slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. The hand on her hip trailed along her spine causing her to arc up into him, her chest pushing them apart.

They both breathed heavily, trying to catch their breath.

"A month ago," Diane broke the silence. King eyed her curiously so she continued. "When I, uh, straddled you," both their cheeks heated, "in Merlin's office and then in my apartment. Not to mention when we first got here." Her thighs tightened around his leg as she recalled the memory. "We had the whole pool area to ourselves and when we went over to the waterfall."

King audible gulped at the reminder.

"Your hands on my skin," she paused, her body seeking release to the buildup of pressure in between her thighs as they pulled King's leg closer to her center. Her breath caught as his knee pressed against her, his eyes studying her with an intensity that set her on fire. "Then when we played chicken, I pushed it away to focus on winning but," she moaned when King pushed against her core again. "In the shower after, I, I thought of y-you-"

"I thought of you too," he mumbled. "I couldn't help it. You in a swimsuit and then that towel. Goddesses, Diane, you have no idea how much you tested my self control that day." He kissed her jawline, trailing kisses back to the sensitive spot where her shoulder and neck met. "Not to mention last night."

"Y-yeah?" She shakily replied. Hearing how King had struggled as much as she had, thrilled her.

He hummed against her neck, the sound heading straight south and she rubbed against his leg, relieving some pressure. "When you crawled onto my lap in the movie, I almost lost it," he admitted as his hands began the same course of action they had taken then. He pulled back and watched her. "You were so captivating."

"I… didn't want you to stop," Diane told him as she studied his eyes, hypnotized by the desire in them. "I was going to tell you that, before the others barged in." She blushed at her confession.

King leaned closer to her, lips sliding against her own as his hand brushed under her breast. Diane whimpered, the need to have him touch her taking hold. "And what about now?" He asked.

Her mind was frazzled, she couldn't figure out what he was asking. "Huh?"

"Do you want me to stop Diane?" He repeated. "You have to tell me if you want me to stop. I can leave and go sleep in your ro-"

"No," she interrupted him with a needy whine. "Harlequin," she squirmed, trying to get him to understand.

King just watched her, unmoving.

"Damnit Sloth!" She cursed him and his eyes widened. "Don't you dare stop!"

Diane cried out as he pressed his leg to her center once again. She bit her lip and King quickly pulled it free with his own teeth, gently biting down. She moaned. He released his victim, tongue swiping across to sooth. The auburn haired man palmed as much of her covered bosom as he could. A whimper left her lips involuntarily as he experimentally grasped her.

Frustrated with the lack of the warmth from his hand on her heated skin, Diane sat up, forcing King to do so as well. He complied with her silent demand, leaning back on his knees. She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before doing something they'd both only dreamed about.

Diane removed her shirt.

King's world stopped.

His breath halting all together as her hands wrapped around her back with every intention of removing her bra as well. His brows flew to the ceiling as he hand shot out to stop her. She frowned at him, clearly confused.

"Are you sure?" He strained to ask. King didn't think he could handle actually being able to see her. Goddesses know that he was already painfully hard and seeing Diane bare would only make it harder (or worse. End the problem all together).

"Harlequin," Diane breathed out, her voice so full of desire. "I want to feel your hands on me. I need it." She told him with such conviction he only nodded as he removed his hand. The brunette tilted her head slightly as she regarded him. "Unless… you don't want too?"

His mouth dried and he shook his head, words still escaping him.

"Is that, a yes," Diane pushed him back on the bed as she reached behind her back again. "Or a no?"

"I want to see." King fought to keep his voice even, refusing to leave her eyes.

She smirked and he knew he'd failed. "Okay," she nodded as she climbed into his lap. A hiss escaped him as her core came into contact with his hardened shaft.

King blushed hotly in embarrassment as he tried to explain. He had been so caught up in her that he'd forgotten about his issue. "D-Diane I-I-"

"Harelquin," she moaned, eyes sliding shut as she rubbed herself against him. Her cheeks along with her chest flushed.

His hands flew to her hips. King didn't know whether or not it was to stop her or move her along him more. Or maybe just to reassure himself that this was real. Daine moaned as she rocked against him. King voiced his own pleasure as his eyes threatened to slide shut at the unbelievable sensation.

He reached a hand up to grasp her breast.

Diane stilled and King immediately removed his hand. Before he could apologize for it, she undid the clasp, loosening her bra. Slowly her hands moved to her shoulders, pulling the garment down her arms. King watched, wide eyed, completely entranced by her movements. A smug little grin tugged at her lips at seeing him so absorbed by her simple action. King didn't mind at all.

Finally the bra was gone. King stared for a few seconds at the perked nipples staring back at him. Just as Diane was about to speak, he brought his hands up to grasp her.

"Ah," she sighed throwing her head back. King moaned in time with her as she rocked against him again.

The Grizzly Sin screwed his eyes shut at the overload of Diane to his senses. Diane brought her chest down on top of him with a small whimper as her hips circled him. He moved his hands to her hips so she could rest against him more comfortably. The giantess' hands worked under his shirt, pushing the cloth up and then setting her breasts against his now bare chest.

"Fuck," King hissed as he involuntarily bucked against her.

A shaky breath left her. Diane pressed clumsy kisses to his neck and grumbled sourly as the cloth she found there interfered with her exploration. "Off," she demanded, tugging at his shirt.

King sat up as he attempted to comply. Diane's legs wrapped around his waist, fingers dragging against the skin just above his waistband, arms pushing her breasts together. The auburn haired man pressed a kiss to the top of one.

Diane gasped.

"Harlequin," she whimpered, "your shirt." King quickly followed her command and stripped his vest and long sleeve off.

She pressed her chest against his, both of them basking in the sensation. Diane's tongue came out to swipe against King's lips. One stroke. Two. Then King took the moist appendage into his mouth to dance with his own tongue. Both groaned at the new feeling. He pulled away first, desperate to find a way to make Diane gasp like she had when he'd kissed the top of her breast.

The obvious action was to copy what he had already done.

Again, Diane gasped, her head lolling back as he placed a kiss to the top of her chest. Not wanting to be predictable, King next went to the crook of her neck. He kissed her there and she moaned again. He applied more pressure and she moaned even louder. Boldly he brought up one hand to play with her breast as he continued his ministrations to her neck.

"Harlequin!" Diane cried as he sucked on her neck. Her hands dug into his hair and tugged at the ends. He nipped her lightly and she shuddered.

King felt himself twitch at her obvious pleasure. Wanting better access to her, he swiftly laid her down. Diane blinked up at him dazedly at the new position of him on top of her and between her legs. Her pigtails fanned out around her and he was reminded of the first time she had been in his bed. How badly he had wanted to kiss her then.

So this time he complied with the desire.

He pressed their lips together. Diane moved in time with him. King kept one hand on the side of her head while the other reached for the neglected breast. She gasped again and he seized the opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth. Their lips moved against each other, tongues tangled together.

King pulled back, planting sloppy kisses down her body. He stopped at the top of one of her breasts. A shaky breath left him and Diane's own caught. He glanced up at her, worried he had done something wrong. Her head was tilted back and her eyes shut. It seemed like a good sign. So he blew over her heated skin again. She bucked up, almost knocking King off her. He continued blowing against her skin and alternating it with kisses as he made his way to her treasured peaks.

He licked one experimentally.

Diane cried out loudly.

A satisfied smile spread across his lips. Knowing that Diane didn't have much for patience if her earlier statement (when she cursed his title of Sloth), King didn't delay and took the pink nub in his mouth. She moaned loudly, her head lolling to the side. He watched her, fascinated by the mewls she made as he tried different strokes against the sensitive peak.

Her hips moved faster against him. He complied with her unspoken desire and pressed himself harder against her in time with her movements.

Diane moaned, her breath coming out in short sputtered gasps.

Her sounds paired with her expression, pushed him over the edge. He came in his pants with a barely distinguishable grunt of her name.

His breathing was ragged and it was hard to speak but he had to check, ".. are you... okay Diane?" King asked, barely able to keep his weight off her. He shifted his body to the side.

She responded with a moan as she pulled him to her chest. He gulped at having his face once again so close to her bare bosom. "More than okay, Harlequin… that was…" Diane trailed off, a content sigh leaving her lips.

He furrowed his brow. King pulled himself away from her to study her face. She didn't look upset. "But… you, um…"

Diane flushed brightly. "T-that's 'cause it was g-good."

"It was?"

"Yes!" She practically shouted and he rolled off her. "I… you know…" She pulled a pigtail in front of her face as he turned back to her.

"Oh…" then it hit him. "OH!" He shouted right back and smacked his forehead. "I'm an idiot…" he grumbled.

Diane giggled as she cuddled up next to him. They sat there for a few moments, just enjoying the after effects of their time together before she spoke. "I'm so comfortable. I don't want to get up."

"Then don't," King automatically responded. He didn't want her to go either.

"We should clean up though…"

"Uh," his eyes scanned the room landing on a towel close by. He flicked his wrist and the towel floated to them.

"Thanks," she smiled. "Now I just need clothes."

He floated her one of his shirts and a pair of shorts.

"Now," she sat up, covering her chest with a blush on her cheeks. "Look the other way," Diane twirled her finger.

King merely nodded. Focusing instead on grabbing his own clothes and cleaning up. Not being able to help himself, he peeked over his shoulder.

Diane's skin glowed in the moonlight streaming in from the window. She already had his borrowed shorts on, her top still bare. She reached up to take out her pigtails, shaking them out and massaging her scalp. King admired her curves, unable to believe that he'd been able to touch a goddess like Diane so intimately. She tugged the shirt over her head and he quickly spun back around.

"Okay, you can look now," she told him as she laid back down in the bed. King settled down beside her. Her amethyst eyes study his amber, a small smile on her face. "You looked, didn't you?"

King flushed, not even bothering to deny it.

Diane giggled, moving herself under his hold so she could curl into his side. "That's okay. I looked too," she mumbled against his neck. "Goodnight Harlequin."

"Goodnight Diane."

And they drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

A/N: I don't know why, but I love that Escanor compares riding a bike to reading hearts. I won't claim to know a lot about Elaine's ability in that or the exact reason King can't read them anymore, I'm just pretty sure he can't. I read it/heard it somewhere and thought I'd just slip it into the story XD Okay now to the other chunk of the chapter. Welcome to the adorably awkward, stumbling mess that is King and Diane. Because yes. This is their first time with anyone. It's bound to be a bit... awkward. XD Seriously that is my favorite word to sum up these too. With an "adorably" tacked on to the front of course. ;) Hope you guys enjoyed it!

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