A/N: This one's a prompt given to me by KJC71790! It's beach themed and contains mature stuff. You probably know the drill if you're not meant to be reading this! It's got content that's not at all for young eyes nor brains. I'm sorry it took a while, the summer ended and well real life begins at the end of the summer season for me!
So here's a beach themed addition as per the request! I've also got another little update to post today as well, so double update day I guess. Consider it a treat for you guys as updates may grow less frequent as the year moves on.
Well, here goes my first attempt,
D.L.D
Note 2: This is NOT the original work. It's edited because I found the whole thing to be...not written well. Haha. I do need to practice to be fair. I've only written like 2 sex scenes ever :I
*Warning - this story contains some M-rated stuff so don't say I didn't warn ya. Turn away before it's too late and grab a complementary brownie. I have a whole basket.*
Pretty Beachy Times
"Beach day!"
When Diane had first pitched the idea to the group, she made the prospect of going to the beach sound like something fun, perhaps even a small break from the monotonous drone of city life. To city-slickers, beach days meant a day of sunshine, ocean and perfectly crafted cool treats. Worries and stresses such a traffic jams, constant police sirens and the usual city hubbub can be forgotten next to the lapping waves and hawking gulls.
Pair the relaxing setting with the blistering summer heat of Britannia's summertime, and within seconds Diane had the group sold. The whole unit agreed. They were all up for it, no arguments offered and no questions asked.
Fast forward to the day of the trip, and you wouldn't have known it was the same group. They all woke grumpily - Diane waking most of them up by banging on a cooking pot with a wooden spoon. For fifteen minutes straight she yelled 'get your asses up!'. Even after she did that, she went around pounding on each door, double-checking that they hadn't dozed off.
A few hours later and things weren't much better. With the continuation of the day, the summer heat had settled in thick and fast. Some of the group were still muggy and grumpy - mostly from the early awakening and stifling heat. Others were miffed because they forgot key items: sunscreen, snacks and water guns. But a few, just a select few, were happy and peppy, their energies appearing to cancel out the gloominess of the others; they knew everyone else would cheer up later on. They just needed a bit more time.
Being a naturally early riser, Elizabeth was one of the more happier people. With little protest she had gotten ready for the day, toting her pre-packed beach bag and looking forward to the day of relaxation ahead.
But now that she was a little more awake, a little more alert, the female was facing a bit of a dilemma. A nervous breakdown, if you will. You see, she hadn't thought much about it the night before - or that morning - but in the tiny public changing rooms, that reeked of sweat and people, provided in the onsite toilets, Elizabeth was now questioning her life choices. Her swimwear choices.
Raised with a pool in her backyard, Elizabeth had never really had to face the challenge of public swimwear judgement. Each summer she would just prance around her private pool, decked to the nines in her latest swimwear that her mother had splurged on. Bikinis, swimsuits, tankinis, sarongs - god, she'd tried them all. Each and every summer she had a revolving door of swimsuits and swimwear. She even got complimentary stuff from when she tried out swimsuit modelling - which was ironically how she met her boyfriend.
How could she forget that?
It had been a pretty shit day so far. The wardrobe team had given her a swimsuit that had a broken zipper and was a size too small, resulting in it getting stuck and forcing Elizabeth to walk around with a towel wrapped around her all day and an uncomfortable pinching of fabric that she just couldn't get rid of.
Everywhere Elizabeth went people stared and gawked and pointed; everyone had said something and done nothing. Except Meliodas. He spotted her, bought her a much needed comfort snack and gave her a handy tool for whenever she got stuck in a swimsuit again.
So, in short, Elizabeth was very self-conscious when it came to swimwear. After the too-small-swimsuit dilemma, she'd been extra careful when selecting her swimwear. But today, to her surprise, she'd packed herself a white bikini - something that took a lot of confidence to rock after that embarrassing occasion.
"Um...Diane?" Elizabeth's voice comes out quiet as she pulls on the bikini, skeptical of whether she'd wear it on the beach or not. She unlocks the cubicle door. "What do you think of this?"
At Elizabeth's call, the brunette appears at the cubicle door, ready to respond. She was already changed, her chosen bikini being a bright orange one with black lines cut across it. It was high-waisted and boasted a plunging cut.
"I think it looks great on you!" Diane grins, her eyes twinkling. She claps her hands, glee filling her excited features. "White really suits you, you know! You look just like a swimsuit model!"
Red fills Elizabeth's face, "Oh...thanks."
She had forgotten that Diane didn't know about that - the modelling. She had quit before she met anyone from this friend group. Only Meliodas - and her family - really knew that Elizabeth dabbled in swimsuit modelling and a little swimming.
"Well, let's not waste time here!" Diane grabs Elizabeth by the wrist, practically yanking her out the cubicle. "We have a whole beach to explore! Come on!"
Giving Elizabeth no time to change her mind, the brunette then dragged her out of the toilets, ignoring her embarrassed shrieks along the way.
"Just look at that sea!"
Diane stood beside Elizabeth, still holding her by the arm, as they stood upon some rocks boarding the roaring sea. Cool water sprayed against their bare legs, separating from their parent wave in the violent collision. Elizabeth shivered as another wave smashed into the rocks, sending white sea foam into the air and spraying the rock with more water. It was miracle that the beach was still standing with how powerful the waves were around here.
In all, the beach was a beautiful location. Green cliffs stretched along what was left of the land, dark and dusty rocks making up the inner layers of the grassy plains. They lined up with the stumps and stone arches dotted across the sea, covered in small tufts of short grass. The sea surrounding the area was a little bluer than usual on this particular day, the usual dark grey pollution of the Britannian coast seeming to lighten up with the summer sky and the clear white bubbles of frothy sea foam that floated upon it.
"I can't wait to swim in that!" Diane was all but racing towards the water's edge, her long, tan legs catching the light of the sun. She whipped around to call to her friend. "Come on, Elizabeth!"
Tentatively, Elizabeth joined her friend, knowing very well that the sea tended to be very cold. That was something Elizabeth wasn't used to - the cold - her mother's pool being a heated one. Yet she still joined Diane in the water, at first squeaking but soon laughing as they both splashed each other with the refreshing, salty drops. Even if it was a pain when it got in their eyes, both females paddled about in the depths, much in their element like nymphs or mermaids.
"Now I know why you were so adamant to come here!" Elizabeth grinned, kicking up more sparkling water as she paddled towards her friend. She had forgotten how nice it was to swim in the ocean. She hadn't done it for years. "I'm never doubting your ideas again, Diane."
"You doubted me?" Diane teased, letting out a faux gasp and placing a hand over her chest. "I'm ashamed you would do such a thing!"
The two females laughed once more, a bit more splashing ensuing, before they were both simply drifting along on their backs, floating. Completely relaxed and at home, Elizabeth was a little ways from Diane, her eyes fixed on the sandy shores as she felt the water encompass her back. She had forgotten the sensations of it all - the water bobbing beneath you, the feel of your body floating on the surface. She really had to get back into swimming.
Letting her eyes drift, Elizabeth watched the people onshore. Upon the shore were a few groups, the stragglers and other early comers mixing into one as they piled onto the beach. However, the location was mostly devoid of people, the beach being a privately owned one. Well, at least that's what Diane said. A few bright umbrellas, colourful towels or blankets were spread, the array of faces and hair colours mixing into some sort of potluck as the female simply watched them walk about.
From what Elizabeth could see, she and Diane weren't too far from the rest of their group, and so she decided that the pair might as well stay out there for a while. The longer she spent in the ocean, the longer she didn't have to confront her swimsuit fears.
So, Elizabeth continued to float on her back, occasionally using her arms to maneuver herself about or pull herself a little closer inland. Sometimes she'd just practice her old synchronized swimming moves, or would only use her arms to steer herself while floating about. Her silver hair was fanned out behind her like beautiful silk, fine and stunning in the golden sunlight as Elizabeth calmly exhaled and relaxed.
She then felt a hand on her foot.
"Diane!" The female giggled out of good humor, wiggling her ankle a little. "That's my foot!"
Frowning as she turned to face Elizabeth, the brunette stopped her drifting. She truly seemed confused, her purple eyes crinkling with concern as well as fear as she looked at Elizabeth, "I'm not touching your foot, Elizabeth..."
"You're not?" Elizabeth raised a brow, her brain now beginning to think about it.
If Diane wasn't the one grabbing her foot, then who-
But before she could even identify what had her by the ankle, Elizabeth was dragged under the sea's surface, coming back up spluttering and hearing the joined laughter of her friend and a certain blonde who had been playing on her mind earlier on. His green eyes gleamed with the usual impish mischief they held, the sun catching his golden hair. He seemed to be in a less perverse mood than usual, not making a move for any of his usual greetings. And so Elizabeth felt a little dignified.
For now.
"That's not funny!" She coughed a little, the salty water being a bit harsher on her lungs than that of chlorinated swimming pools. Her face was reddened slightly, a pout set on her lips. "I thought you were a shark."
But she soon came to laugh with them, finding a little humour in the situation. Just a little.
Now, usually, Meliodas was in control of his libido. Yes, he could be very good at self-control when he had to be. It was one of the many skills he prided himself on, the very nature of his relationship with Elizabeth being proof of that. But still, that didn't mean it could wear thin sometimes. Times like right now, when he is trying to occupy his brain with anything other than the naughty thoughts that rush around it from time to time, the image of a bikini clad Elizabeth not helping one bit.
How could it help?
Her long legs that could run for miles at time were exposed for every eye to see, the smooth limbs leading to the gentle curve of her behind. Long silver hair swayed down her back, droplets of water catching the light and shimmering as she laughed or smiled. The hourglass figure of her waist was revealed and it made the blonde think of the many times he's had her in his arms, her body fitting so perfectly against his. Pair that with the healthy bust in which her mother endowed her with and you could tell why Meliodas was going wild with the thoughts that came to him. You could tell why he was trying everything he could not to give into his much darker temptations.
And usually he wouldn't be this frustrated about it. He could display some self-control and distract himself.
Having met Elizabeth in her swimsuit model days, Meliodas had seen her countless times within a swimsuit. He met her when she was stuck in a swimsuit. You'd think after surviving that he could deal with a beach day, a few hours of her prancing about on the sand, but apparently his brain didn't follow that rule. Not at all. It just had to be focused on the wrong things.
Plus, Ban had also made that stupid bet yesterday, saying that Elizabeth could hold out way longer than Meliodas. Everyone involved had more or less bet against him, saying that Elizabeth could probably go a whole week. Which wasn't exactly wrong... But Elizabeth did have her moments where she'd initiate things. Sometimes it was both of them, honestly. But Meliodas couldn't deny that he was the main instigator of the pair. And that was proven by his hot and bothered state.
The blonde huffed as he ran a hand through his wild blonde hair, finding that he was in quite the terrible predicament.
If he wanted to win this bet then he had to at least try to not give in to the many, many urges he got today. But that was proving to be extremely difficult from how much Elizabeth's innocent frolicking was exciting him. However, he could also win if Elizabeth was the one to start things. If she were the one to instigate it all, then he'd win and no-one could debate it or hold it over him. But then again, getting Elizabeth to give in was near impossible since she was just as stubborn about this as he was - and even more well-versed in resisting her desires.
But then again...
Scheming green eyes scanned the beach and couldn't help but gleam as they spotted Elizabeth innocuously sunbathing upon the sands. She seemed unaware and unguarded, easily creating the image of a deer that was innocently grazing in the hunting grounds of a predator. Totally unaware to the great danger she was in and to the threat that was watching her.
It was then, looking at her, that Meliodas got a very crafty idea. A very crafty idea indeed.
Warm and lazy, Elizabeth lay on her towel, sunglasses tucked into her hair and stomach pressed flat against the sandy ground. Her long silver hair was tied up, allowing her back to catch a little of the comfortable sunlight that encased the beach. Beside her was her bag, some sunscreen and suntan lotion already out and ready for immediate use. However, being the easier burner she was, Elizabeth only intended to use sunscreen. Plus tans were pretty overrated.
"Ahh, some peace and quiet!" Diane sighs, smiling blissfully as she slowly rolled onto her back. Like a sleepy and comfortable cat, she easily stretched and rolled in the sunlight, savouring the kissing warmth of the golden rays. Now that her back was nicely toned, she needed her front to be the same - mismatched sides would be a nightmare! Covering the brunette's eyes were a pair of dark over-sized sunglasses, the lenses hiding the keen eyes that flicked through a magazine.
"Isn't it nice to just lay down and not be pestered all the time?" Diane raised a brow as she glanced up from her magazine, homing in on her fellow female companions. Compared to the guys they were rather quiet, each lady simply basking in the silence or enjoying the juicy plot line of the mystery novel they were indulging within.
"That is why I have a lock on my bedroom door," Merlin hummed knowingly, her hazel eyes never leaving her prized book.
On her head was a white sunhat, matching with the transparent white shawl that covered her skimpy navy bikini. Honestly, the shawl was pointless as it left nothing to be imagined - neither did the bikini - but that was Merlin for you. Just like the short, dark hair that fell to cut across her dark cat-eye sunglasses, she was mysterious, eccentric, breathtaking. Even seated in a cheap fold-away beach chair, she looked like a wealthy heiress on vacation instead of a knowledge-obsessed scientist forced to go on a group outing.
Being a little older than Elizabeth and Diane, Merlin was the most mature woman of the group. As a result, she had foreseen the chaos of their shared home many months prior, making sure to get her bedroom lock and soundproofed walls - something Elizabeth and Diane had failed to do. That led to chaos constantly leaking into Diane and Elizabeth's realms, like an annoying buzz, while Merlin could optionally leave it and ignore it.
Merlin was always away from the chaos, the drama. She always knew everyone's secrets though, many that Diane and Elizabeth didn't even know about, but she never let anyone know what she knew. Mystery was her trademark, just like her magical island home, Belialuin.
"I suppose the quiet is nice," Elizabeth shrugs a little, closing her eyes as she tried to relax. It was actually pretty nice to not hear King and Ban squabbling; or have Gowther ask pretty invasive questions as he simultaneously prodded you for samples and proof. Not to mention that the less time she spent around Melodas, the less time she had to spend resisting his charms. Something that was proving very difficult despite the many times she'd seen him shirtless before.
Elizabeth couldn't count the many times she'd woken up to find that she had fallen asleep on his bare torso, her cheek pressed against his warm flesh and her ear echoing with the rhythm of his strong heartbeat. At first, she had been extremely shocked and flustered, squeaking and becoming a nervous wreck as she avoided him for the rest of the day; now, after many more incidents and officially sharing room with him, Elizabeth would do nothing more than shrug, pass it off as nothing major.
She had no shame in knowing every dip and muscle of his chest and abdomen, always tracing shapes on him when he was asleep or exploring as much as she could when given the chance. She knew how it felt to have that hardened, corded flesh beneath her fingertips, goosebumps rising in the wake of their path. She knew just how hard he worked to keep it all up, maintaining a frequent and strict routine.
When it came to Meliodas being shirtless, Elizabeth knew so much about him, everything about him. But today was different. Maybe it was because she noticed how the water fell from his head, droplets racing and breaking as they slid along his skin, falling into the defined dips between his abs. Maybe it was because she noticed how each movement rippled through his body, pulling and relaxing at each different muscle, the very thought of the power held within him making her mind spiral. And let's not even mention what Elizabeth began to think when she caught a rare sighting of his ass.
God, this girl was a mess today!
"Alright?!" Diane spluttered, shaking her hair in disbelief. "We can do better than 'alright', Elizabeth." Setting down her magazine, the brunette then called out across the beach, "Hey King, can you please do me a favour?"
King, the man in question, turned around immediately at Diane's call. His golden amber eyes were narrowed from the intense glare of the sun, his auburn hair and childish features giving the impression of a fae or magical being. Red and flushed, his face was already suffering from early sunburn, not at all protected by the hat hanging around his shoulders. Even his shirt and shorts made it obvious that he wasn't great at beaches, displaying more patches of growing red.
Nevertheless, King still came over to the group, smiling nervously as a patch of red covered his cheeks.
"W-what is it, Diane?" King raised a brow, truly concerned as to what Diane could need his assistance for.
At King's adorable stutter and reddened face, a certain and sly grin formed on her lips, quickly being replaced with a credulous look of innocence as she dug around in her bag for something. Soon she produced what was needed, grinning in triumph as she opened the bottle and poked King's nose, leaving white sunscreen behind.
"You're sunburned, silly," Diane laughs a little, shaking her head as she easily applied it to the stunned King. Effortlessly, the brunette massaged the cream into King's reddened skin, exclaiming as she finished up, "There! Now that I've done it for you, it's my turn. I can't reach this spot on my back and I'm terrified it's gonna burn. You wouldn't mind helping, would you?"
As her excuse tumbled from her lips, Diane thrust the sunscreen into King's hold, gesturing at her exposed shoulders and neck. As she does, she gives Elizabeth a sly wink before batting her lashes at King, pleading.
"S-sure! It's no problem at all!" King, now red as a life buoy, then began to do as Diane instructed. With shaky hands he opened the sunscreen, applied it to her neck, shoulders and back, and began to rub it in with smooth, small, circular movements. It seemed relatively simple, like what a masseur would do at a spa, and yet Elizabeth couldn't help but see Diane's other motive with this idea. Or rather that the simple act of applying sunscreen can easily lead to something much more if you're not careful.
"See, it's amazing!" Diane managed to get out, her face buried in her arms as she allowed King to continue, lighting squeezing her arms. A small sigh left her lips. "Let yourself get pampered for a bit, Elizabeth. It won't kill you."
Skeptical, Elizabeth could only share a knowing glance with Merlin at Diane's words. Elizabeth being pampered - especially by Meliodas - could most certainly kill her. Any other day, then probably not. She was always getting treated like a princess. But today, when Meliodas seemed a lot more on edge than usual, Elizabeth was certain that he would not hesitate to send her senseless. Merlin appeared to know that too, but displayed a little fascination and curiosity as she watched the pair of sunbathers.
"Are you sure you don't want a turn, Elizabeth?" Diane speaks once more, her voice still muffled. Something in her back clicks and she lets out a breathy sigh. "I'm sure Meliodas wouldn't mind helping."
Red floods to her cheeks, "Oh, I don't know if- "
"Hey Captain!" Diane lifts her head from her towel, waving an arm in the air as her loud voice battled with the roar of the waves. Before Elizabeth can convince her to stop what she is doing, Meliodas' attention is caught, locked on Diane's waving arm and cheeky grin. "Elizabeth really needs your help!"
Elizabeth could only lay there, mortified, as her cheeks flooded with the familiar shade of pink they wore so well. It only got worse when she spotted the blonde saying something to Ban, casually discarding his water gun and coming closer to her, his green eyes gleaming with an intent that was hidden behind the devilish screen of his grin.
Elizabeth bit into her bottom lip; she recognised that look.
"This is bound to be interesting~" Merlin chuckled, her tongue clicking as she actually spared a glance from her novel. Even she was watching everything unfold, her catlike gaze never wavering despite appearing fixed to the book in her hands.
Truth be told, Merlin herself had placed a very high bet on Elizabeth giving in first to her sexual frustrations. Something about saints always proving to be the biggest sinners when faced with their own deepest desires. A whole month of her lock privileges were at stake for this bet, going up against getting Ban's blood samples for a little side project of hers. Diane had also bet too, claiming that Elizabeth would give in first as she was full of surprises. Everyone knew about the bet except from Elizabeth herself; that would explain the little setup Diane had just done.
Internally groaning, Elizabeth buried her face within her arms. At least the sandy ground wouldn't see her beet red cheeks and mortified expression. Maybe it would swallow her whole too and carry her away from this dreadful situation.
"Anything specific?" She feels his presence before she hears his voice, his breath brushing against the shell of her ear. Shivers race down Elizabeth's spine at the low tone he takes, the same one he uses when he tries to seduce her after cooking yet another godawful meal. That voice always ends in breathless sex.
"N-not really," Elizabeth manages to say, her voice replaced with wispy air. She was certain she was on her fire, her face was on fire, because it couldn't be this hot otherwise. It couldn't be this red without some sort of outside interference.
"I think she meant that she wants you to do everything," Diane chimes in, grinning widely. Elizabeth makes a mental note to get Diane back for this. She also manages to fit in a small and fiery glare as she turned her head, making it known that she was absolutely pissed.
If she makes it out of this unscathed, Elizabeth was definitely going to get Diane back. Somehow. Someway. But that was only if she could survive it first, her skin already alighting with vibrant flame as Meliodas' rough hands make contact with her bare and smooth skin. Pads of warmth build beneath the tips of his fingers, spreading like warm honey to her stomach, as she notes the way his touch lingers, teases, as it drags up from her wrist, to her shoulder, to her breast. Frantic energy pulses in her veins, pools in her gut. It hasn't even been five minutes and everything else is drowned out outside of his touch, Elizabeth knowing that she was already falling into the deep pits of her desire.
At first, like every kind of torture, it is something Elizabeth can handle. Simple and certain touches to parts of her body that couldn't - wouldn't - become too stimulated if she told them not to. Even though she still felt the rough bump of his calloused palm against her shoulder, still ached at the phantom warmth lingering on her ribs, she could ignore it. Control it.
His gentleness and sensuality did not bother to ping her brain directly. Not when she felt his fingers gradually rise over her ribs, dragging over each bump and lingering in each fall; not when his touch grew a little too close to comfort, sweeping under and around her breasts, ghosting her nipples. Instead, it all worked as a simple release of intense and heavy dopamine, Elizabeth reminding herself that she can get through this without thinking of it as anything else. She had to remind herself that it was Diane teasing her and Meliodas being a horny little asshole.
But soon, as always, Meliodas' hands began to wander lower and lower. Lower and Lower until they were working at the back of her legs and thighs - places that had easy access to the parts of her that triggered the most brain-rebelling actions out of her. And Meliodas knew that perfectly well.
A sharp exhale leaves Elizabeth's lungs as Meliodas' hand ghosted her inner thigh, his knuckle skimming the entrance to her core. Her spine straightens mid-shiver. That was the exact reaction she was trying to ignore. The type that had her walls slicking and her stomach bunching, her skin buzzing to feel that contact once more but more certain, more intrusive. The type that Elizabeth wanted to keep off limits for today.
"I know what you're doing," Elizabeth speaks softly, her tone betraying the exact emotion she was feeling. The exact frustration and annoyance she had directed at herself, Meliodas and the fact that today was not at all convenient for her suddenly steamy mind. "It won't work."
"Won't it?" Meliodas asks, his tone just as low as hers as he does it again - a certain brush of his knuckles against her core once more. Absorbing Elizabeth's shudder, his hands move up her sides once more, warm and toasty as they come to cup the sides of her breasts, making her insides squirm with reluctant heat.
Heavy breaths leave Elizabeth's body, trying to control her racing heart as well as her spiraling mind. The same mind that wished that Meliodas' hands would just slide a little lower - just a little lower - to at least relieve some of the building tension. Maybe even just move from where they are, warm and teasing as they cup her breasts, thumbs pressed over the tips of her peaking nipples, not moving an inch to pleasure her, satisfy her.
But, of course, they didn't. Meliodas' hands remained fixed in their torturous position, refusing to budge and adding meaning to his earlier statement.
"It won't work," Elizabeth bites out, annoyed at how easily she'd fallen into wanting him.
She then promptly removed his hands from her and walked away, making sure to sway her hips just to piss him off further. Tip him off the edge. Meliodas knew that she didn't like the risk of too much PDA; he knew that they had to be careful. But today he was really pushing the limits, pushing her limits, forcing her into a tough decision.
As Elizabeth stopped walking, finding herself at a nearby ice-cream stand, she got a little idea. A risky idea.
Smirking, she got in line and planned to get just the perfect treat to get Meliodas back for his. After all, if Meliodas wanted to play dirty today, then so be it. Elizabeth would not give up so easily.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
The spinning was stopped and Elizabeth struggled with the wooden stick, her silver ponytail messily falling from its sloppy bun. It tickled her exposed neck and back, confusing her senses as she stumbled forwards. Naturally, she felt a little woozy - perhaps even dizzy - from the constant spinning that she had to do whilst holding this stick. Apparently it was part of the rules of this weird game, the watermelons serving as a pinata of sorts.
Despite its commonality, Elizabeth hadn't really heard of this game, her mother never really exposing her to the outside world. She was rather sheltered in her childhood and so this group of friends she made over her adolescent years were often pushing her out of her comfort zones. Whether that was going out for a wild night, visiting new and daring places, or even participating in crazy challenges over the week, Elizabeth was always roped into the activities.
However, she was a little hesitant to join this one. Elizabeth was never one to be violent and when she heard that a stick would be involved she was a little hesitant. She had originally just sat on the sidelines with Merlin, watching everyone else, but after seeing everyone have what looked like great fun, she was willing to give it a shot.
"Am I close?" Elizabeth called out, her eyes only seeing the darkness of the blindfold that she was given.
"Nope, step a little to the left!" She heard a couple voices call out, affirming that she was indeed wandering in the wrong direction. Something which was typical of herself and her innocent, clumsy nature.
"This way?" Elizabeth questioned, wavering a little to what she assumed to be her left.
A few laughs sounded and soon the voices all spoke up once again. However it failed terribly to help her as she couldn't really distinguish which was which and so Elizabeth just wandered in a confused circle before pausing. She then reached out with the stick, hitting something that felt like a watermelon.
"Is it this way?" Elizabeth asked once more, certain that the object she was prodding was the watermelon. It sure did feel like one.
"No, it's this way," She heard a chuckle before she felt two large hands on her hips, guiding her in what was supposedly the 'right' direction. Well, she assumed it had to be as she trusted the owner of this voice greatly, not even attempting to brush their lingering hands away. Or maybe she just liked the feel of their fingertips on her skin. Yeah, maybe it was the second thing or a mixture of the two.
Meliodas didn't let go when they had ceased walking, instead keeping her in place. She was certain he was standing behind her too, the familiar presence of him being something she'd grown accustomed to sense. It was impossible to just forget after so much time.
With the stick in her hands, it was kinda dangerous to be near Elizabeth. He could end up getting hurt but nevertheless Meliodas was still there. Just like when he had taught her how to shoot a gun. Oh yeah, that had been exhilarating, fucking hot too. They had been pressed against each other, in the tight, narrow space of the booth, his hands over hers as she held the gun and not entirely letting go when she had shot.
You can bet she was glad she had done that.
"Are you ready?" The tone in which it was said, low and husky like crushed velvet, made her stiffen a little. Pause.
That voice had led to many, many things. Had been her only warning of when to run or call a stop to it all.
She could see it now, feel it now, the ghost of a sensation that she had been trying to repress all day now. The feel of being so close that even air couldn't fit between you, the buzzing thrill of being kissed senseless and the relieving spasm of coming down from a high. Elizabeth couldn't deny that it had been tough to ignore it all day, to ignore the eventual pooling warmth and emptiness that she felt down below when she allowed her mind to wander, but she had. She had ignored it.
But then Meliodas had to say those damn words in that damn tone.
"Uh huh..." Elizabeth somehow managed to nod, swallowing thickly as she tried to ignore the warmth of his body bleeding into hers. It seemed to be enough to pull her out of her subconscious lip-biting, her mind mentally reprimanding herself for thinking such things. How could she, after all! On a beach of all places!
Snapping herself out of her daze, Elizabeth swung the wooden stick and immediately jumped back after feeling seeming cool and sweet-smelling land on her skin. She pulled off the blindfold to find that she had cracked the fruit in one swift and sure swing, its red juice spilling all over her and the stick. It dripped from the offending weapon, climbing up her hands and splattering all over her porcelain face. Some of it had even managed to get into her hair and mouth, the refreshing and sweet taste of watermelon filling her stunned senses.
"So how does it feel?" Meliodas raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest with a knowing grin.
"Amazing!"
Elizabeth then proceeded to kiss him smack bang on the lips, laughing as he only blinked in response.
The pair were now sat side by side, munching on what was left of the smashed watermelons. Not much of it was really edible (to be honest was any of it salvageable at this point?) but either way they were still eating it. Why? Because who really gave a damn when it was pretty warm and some of the refreshing fruit was still 'edible' by five-second-rule terms. Plus someone may have been smart and saved a small watermelon to cut up. I bet you know who did.
They had been spitting watermelon seeds, simply laughing and trying to see who could spit them the furthest. Elizabeth had surprised, easily keeping up with the blonde despite her fancy and polite upbringing. However since they had moved on from seeing who could spit the furthest, they were now seeing who could make the most interesting targets while throwing in the odd bet to make things a little more interesting. Stuff like aiming into trashcans or even hitting the odd passerby from time to time (although Elizabeth did apologise).
"Ok," Elizabeth giggled, her cheeks feeling warm despite the cool sea breeze. Her blue eyes were lit with a playful glint, the smile on her face failing to fall. "I bet...that you can't spit a watermelon seed as far as those rocks."
"Those rocks?" Meliodas blinked innocently, looking at the exact spot she was pointing to.
The rocks in question were a little ways from the pair, the sea having not eaten them up yet in its gradually swelling tides. A few seagulls were gathered there, the birds feasting on some poor person's food that they didn't hide too well. Bunched together in a ring, the rocks appeared to border some rock pools that had yet to rejoin the sea. Otherwise they were pretty normal rocks, the dark stones being dull and malformed in their stony and sharp nature.
"Those rocks," Elizabeth nodded in confirmation, her silver hair following as she bobbed her head. "And if you can't, you have to not touch me for the rest of the day."
Meliodas was quiet at that, not doubting his skill but still thinking the offer over slowly. Carefully. That was a lot to risk after all, especially when it was the only thing edging Elizabeth closer towards breaking the bet before he did. That was evident from earlier on when she kissed him out of nowhere. If he didn't make this shot, then he couldn't pull strings like that anymore. He'd just have to hope that his willpower didn't break before hers.
"And what do I get if you're wrong?" Meliodas responded slowly, cautiously, a brow being raised.
"You can touch me wherever you like for the rest of the day," Elizabeth announced, her tone speaking of clarity and certainty as she sat up straight. In fact she used her 'princess voice' as many dubbed it, that tone of speech being the one she saved for important events with her mother.
The blonde thought a little more, surmising that the offer was good enough. He knew that he could make the shot easily after all, so either way he would've won. But now he had a little bit more motivation towards actually making the shot. There was always the slight possibility of losing...
"Deal," Meliodas grinned slightly, his own eyes lighting up with mischief and little bit of something else. "But are you sure you wanna bet that?"
"Positive," Elizabeth affirmed once more, the female seeming certain as she folded her arms over her chest.
The blonde simply shrugged in response, smiling innocently but really knowing that Elizabeth had set herself up to lose. Taking a bite from a watermelon slice, he effortlessly spat the tiny seed as far as the rocks. Proof of that was when the seagulls all suddenly squawked and flapped at the intrusion.
"H-how?" Elizabeth's jaw hung open, her blue eyes widened in amazement and partial fear.
She had not expected that to happen, who was she kidding, she had made the bet as a joke! She wasn't really going to hold up on the day-long ban of not touching her, she was just going to hold out for a few more hours (or until she was out of this bikini) but damn it, her whole plan had just backfired! She'd just put herself up for something way worse than her boyfriend's usual pestering. In fact she may as well sign away her chances at self-restraint.
"And I win the bet," Meliodas turned to her, victorious and not at all hiding it. "Both bets."
"What bet?" Elizabeth blinked, unaware to what he speaking of.
"Oh, just one I made with Ban," Meliodas shrugged. "He bet that I couldn't hold out longer than you."
Blinking with sheer surprise, Elizabeth didn't even bother to try and protest. She knew that Meliodas had won the bets, both the one they'd made just now and Ban's stupid one, fair and square (although that was debatable) and now she had to deal with the consequences. The oh-so-torturous and embarrassing consequences of having just signed him off to do anything he pleases. And she couldn't interfere at all.
Damn it!
Deciding to be a fair and gracious, as she always is, Elizabeth was willing to at least oblige with the deal. She was the one come up with it. Plus she could show a little self-control. Heck, she could have the most self control ever if she put her mind to it! She just had to not succumb to the way she wanted to react. Yeah, she just had to stay firm. Just like earlier with the sunscreen incident and to an extent how she managed the watermelon smashing.
But oh how much she'd give to have not done that!
Elizabeth gave Meliodas a kiss, knowing that if she initiated it then she'd be able to at least have some control. Or at least be able to mentally prepare herself for whatever tricks may be pulled up his sleeve. She figured that if she just told her brain enough times to remember that they were technically in public, then perhaps she could push him away. Perhaps she could ignore the growing desire in her chest, the dirty urges of her mind and the pooling warmth of her core becoming nothing if she quickly scrambled towards the cool sea spray.
But Elizabeth should've known it wouldn't be that easy.
She should've known that after being with Meliodas for this long, after knowing how much just the simplest of touches could set her alight, ignoring it all was impossible. Ignoring the growing coiling of her stomach and the little voice urging her to simply not care was impossible. Improbable. It would cause more trouble than good and even if she would be mortified if someone spotted them, at least it would be worth it. Well, worth stopping the frustration that built at having to bar herself.
But was that really worth it? No-one could really say.
"We should do this somewhere else," Elizabeth breathed, gently pushing him away with a very red face. She bit into her bottom lip, trying to ignore the hands that were easily fulfilling their side of the bet. She could very easily make out the heat from his palms on her skin, the familiar sensation of his hands playing with her chest sending dizzying signals to her brain. "We're on a beach."
"A private beach," Meliodas quickly quipped in succession, a thumb teasing her nipple through the sheer material of her bikini. It took everything she had to ignore that simple movement, her mind trying not to focus on how he knew her so well. On how it sent those tantalizing signals towards the burning juncture between her thighs.
"A beach all the same," Elizabeth countered semi-coolly, her blue eyes seeming hazy as her hands fixed onto his shoulders. She didn't know exactly how, but she'd somehow found herself in his lap. No, straddling his lap. Usually she wouldn't be so bold, so assertive, and it was partially stunning to find herself in this position. This position where she was on top and could easily leave if she desired to, leaving Meliodas in a very hot and bothered state.
She could easily just jump up, give a small, innocent smile and sashay off in a way that she knew would make the situation all the worse for her boyfriend. In fact it would make him rethink about how easily she'd give up.
But even if Elizabeth wanted to get Meliodas back, even if she wanted to win that stupid bet, the female couldn't deny that she was beginning to enjoy this, her body unconsciously bringing itself closer to fully giving in.
Without even knowing it, she'd drawn in closer. She'd rested her forehead against his, her blue eyes gazing into his green like the sky that met the rolling plains of the earth.
A hand came to brush her hair from her eyes, a small smirk being worn on the owner's face. "Since when did danger scare you, Ellie?"
Meliodas looked right into her eyes, his own blazing with a dangerous fire that she'd grown to follow to the ends of the earth. The sort of fire that made her stomach feel fluttery, or made her imagine things that her mother would surely reprimand her about. The sort that made her smile and forget her inhibitions, her nerves instantly being settled by the familiar warmth of those emerald depths.
She probably had the same fire, albeit probably much less intent, in her gaze. Diane said she got it from time to time: the sort of expression that betrayed her sinful thoughts.
"Since we nearly got caught by Diane in that store changing room," Elizabeth flushed admittedly, trying to ignore what his stupid touches were doing to her. She knew very well what Meliodas was doing, the blonde having mentally noted all her reactions. That was demonstrated earlier on when he had found her tickle spot in her ribs, or when he knew exactly how much the simplest of brushes could make her shiver with arousal.
He knew how to remind her of when he'd taught her to shoot; knew how to lower his voice into a tone that made her mind and logic go numb with pure desire. Even the way she bit her lip seemed like a reaction he could read and so Elizabeth knew that she had no defense left. She'd have nothing to hide the growing butterflies in her stomach. Soon her willpower would shatter and break, like a blade that had been exerted to the ultimate pressure.
"Did you care then?"
There it was. The breaking point.
She could feel it as much as the hands that had circled around her waist, as much as the racing of her heart and the pounding of her ears as she tried to think of anything other than how it would feel to ride him right here and now.
She bites her lip.
"No..."
The answer was so simple, so guilty, that Elizabeth couldn't help but feel bad as she captured his lips in another kiss. One that she couldn't help but smile at when she felt the familiar curve of his smirk against her lips. If she was going to lose this bet, she was going to lose with style and grace.
Editing (Big Cringe Part)
Honestly Meliodas found it rather cute how Elizabeth always worried about things. He found it adorable how she wrote her name on his tongue - Elizabeth claiming that it was a hack Diane had told her about. But then again, everything about her made him think she was cute or adorable, from the way she turned red due to the simplest things to even how she was nervous about walking around in a bikini even though he'd seen her in much less than that. Many, many times.
All those things, all her little traits, always made Meliodas think of how innocent to the world Elizabeth truly was, many of her firsts being with him and only him. It was something sacred, something new and something he hadn't really experienced that before. He had never been the first for anyone or thing, Elizabeth having been the one who brought these new 'firsts' into his life. The sort of firsts like meeting her family or being worried because she caught a cold. The sort of firsts that didn't involve so much physical activity, as many called it, but rather a fluster of emotions that even he couldn't name or place at times.
Maybe that was why he'd been so reluctant to do the very naughty things that ran through his mind, the blonde seeing them as something that could hurt her. Something that could scare her away. He could quite the crafty devil at times.
But oddly Elizabeth wasn't scared by it. She wasn't even worried about it and that was seen from how she'd practically set herself up with this bet. How she artfully and gracefully lost. She never shied away from his advances. Those aspects of Meliodas, those thoughts that he tried so hard to banish, were actually what spurred her on sometimes. Sometimes those deep and dark desires were the very reason why Elizabeth could gain confidence from more or less nothing.
Maybe that was why they ended up going a little too far on the beach.
It was shocking when Elizabeth had so naturally slipped into his lap, her legs straddling either side of him. The normally doe-like female had just plopped down, resting not that far from his own growing hard on with a small and innocent smile. Her arms had looped around his neck, certain and yet also unaware, as she nestled closer and dipped a little to rest her forehead against his. Her hands had innocuously wandered, subconsciously trailing and leaving lasting sensations wherever they'd wanted to go, her timid nature seeming to have been scrapped completely. Her blue eyes were dazzling, sparkling, as she looked at him, her mind seeming to be blanked out and hazy as she comfortably rested in his hold.
Each kiss was like eating watermelon on a blazing day: cool and refreshing and something he could never get enough of. Each touch was like a ever-lasting fire. The way her hands traced over the dips and planes of his body, the way she gingerly shifted herself in his lap every so often and even the way her nails would scrape every so often made Meliodas think of how he could never get enough of her. How he could never really say that he'd tire of her.
They had both figured that they'd have some sort of control, some sort of limit like most normal people would have, but they should've known it wasn't like with normal people. Their thirst may have been a little more unquenchable than that. Much more unquenchable.
What started off as simple exploration turned into full on fucking, both seeming unaware to the setting. Both seeming to be in their own world as something unknown took over them. Or perhaps even something that had been waiting to bubble over.
Simple and teasing motions turned into intent and feverish actions, Elizabeth finding herself as the leader this time round. She was taking a risk, a leap of faith that she rarely took even though it got her blood pumping through her veins, and Meliodas couldn't help but feel stunned by it. Blown away by it.
He always knew that Elizabeth had some sort of hidden side she rarely let out. He'd discovered that when he had scared her once, the female responding in a manner which was entirely unexpected. Plus there was the way she carried herself, the way she swung her hips when she walked and unknowingly bent over to grab things in a manner that was honestly alluring to all men within a fifteen mile radius. Elizabeth could be the femme fatale of every story there was to tell if she was aware of it: but she wasn't.
She only let that side out when she was with Meliodas. He was the only one she'd chosen to be her victim.
And damn was he glad she did.
Her bikini bottoms were hooked around her ankles, his swimming trunks also pulled down to accommodate the growing need in both of them. There was no going back now. No denying the growing storm of swirling feelings and sensations that were building up to be ultimately broken down once more.
Elizabeth easily positioned herself, barely feeling the stretching of her walls as he slid into her. She was warm, her centre completely soaked and covered with the proof of her arousal. Add in the factor that she was so used to this, so used to the feeling of being filled with him, and her ease could pass for certainty, experience. And that was shown by how her eyes fluttered slightly, her senses overthrown by the familiar sensation as she let out a heavy exhale.
She had been waiting all day for this, or rather trying to drive away the thought of it all day.
However all that certainty and boldness began to wear off as Elizabeth realised she had no idea what she was doing at all - well at least not immediately.
Elizabeth knew that she had to move in some way. She knew she had to create that delicious friction that her pulsing walls required and that she did. Biting into her lower lip, Elizabeth began to move slowly, experimentally, trying to pull together most of the knowledge she had gathered over the years and put them into practice. She could feel him moving against her, sliding within her, hitting all the right spots that caused her stomach to tighten all the more.
She had never really known what it was like to be taken at this angle before. Not really as she had never had the gall to do something like this yet. But now she was wondering why she had never taken that leap, never thought to maybe ignore her inhibitions and try.
Cause goddamn it felt amazing!
Her body was free to move in any way it desired, her waist and hips working in unison to rock back and forth in all sorts of patterns that came to mind. It made her core buzz with every complete cycle, the added satisfaction of actually seeing how she affected Meliodas making this all the more worth it.
She was certain she was causing some sort of similar effect, she had to be as she could feel Meliodas' grip tightening on her waist and spot how every single movement caused some sort of reaction. From his occasional groans and the look of conflicted pleasure that sits on his face, Elizabeth could sense that he was dying to take over, but was also reluctant as she was clearly doing something right.
And that small inkling of doing something right was enough to keep her going. It was enough to keep the heady haze of her assertiveness moving.
Soon Meliodas was responding to her motions, his hands finding the smooth curve of her behind. His thrusts met hers in a way that made their pelvic bones collide, the sensation shooting up her spine to the base of her skull. Elizabeth let out a small cry of pleasure, wanting to be quiet, but ultimately failing as she instinctively circled and rolled her hips, her body craving more of that addictive feeling that flooded her nerve endings. Her delicate fingers fixed around his shoulders, her back bending as she continued to bounce. She rolled her hips as he hit a spot deep inside her.
Oh yeah, she'd found it. She'd found the perfect tempo.
Her hips were now rocking in a steady rhythm, following the beat of her own drum as they both grew closer and closer to their thresholds. Her hands were fixed onto his broad shoulders and sculpted chest, while his own were grasping tightly onto the exposed flesh of her porcelain waist and smooth thighs.
They were both certain they'd get caught, that their luck would run out and someone would come across them, but no-one did. Nothing happened. Just the great crescendo of their acts, the rocking of her hips and his occasional upward thrusts coming to steady end.
A breathless and somewhat satisfying end.
After having adjusted themselves to remove all evidence of their deeds, the pair were both lazily watching the clouds roll by in the sky, attempting to catch their breaths back but also being reluctant to draw closer from fear of starting up again. It seemed like every cell within their bodies were still buzzing with the unsuspected adrenaline that had started this all. Alive with the buzz of hormones and exhilaration.
"I guess everyone knows that one of us gave up," Elizabeth's voice was still breathless, airy, her cheeks tinged pink as she glanced at the blonde. She nervously drew her bottom lip between her teeth, mindlessly nibbling. "We've been gone for way too long to say otherwise."
Meliodas could read the burning embarrassment on her face, her bashful nature permitting her inhibitions to take over once more. They always did that: made her feel self-conscious. There'd be times where he'd bring her out her shell, but sometimes she'd shrink back like she was remembering something. Something horrible from what he'd caught sometimes when she was particularly distraught, and he wished he could eradicate whatever it was. He really did.
But even if Elizabeth seemed embarrassed, Meliodas always knew how to lighten her up. He knew how to chase the storm clouds away and permit a little sunlight in her grey world. That was how they met after all.
"At least you can cross beach sex off that list of yours," Meliodas teased, grinning as he wiggled his brows. He had the sort of grin that made Elizabeth want to wipe it off his face, but even so she managed to laugh a little. Well a lot, but who really cared.
The blonde continued to list all sorts of places, asking for her input at times and Elizabeth would only roll her eyes and sarcastically mention somewhere. And while she was a little stiff and bashful about it, she loved him all the more for it all. It was just typical Meliodas behaviour and she wouldn't have it any other way.
No other way at all.
The day was coming to a close now, the warm weather of the sun being replaced with the eventual chill of the night. The sun had begun to sink not too long ago, the clouds and night sky just beginning to roll into place as the group sat upon the wall, danging their legs into the sea that had swelled up the sandy beach. It was still as cool as before, its waves trying to breach the stony barrier that had been built to prevent such flooding.
However, even with the sea swirling and gently swashing below them, the group made no effort to leave. Well, not immediately at least, each of them enjoying a final shaved ice before they all had to prepare for the long journey ahead.
"So...you started it this time, huh?" Diane nudged Elizabeth, a sly smile placed on her lips. She dipped her plastic spoon into her tub of shaved ice, raising a brow. "You were the instigator and not the follower this time?"
"Yeah, I technically was," Elizabeth sighed, her cheeks burning scarlet as she played with her own tub of shaved ice. The colourful frozen crystals were suddenly a lot more interesting than they were a few moments ago.
Diane studied the reaction was a critical eye, grinning a little at her friend's abashed nature, but not teasing. It wasn't the first time Diane had gotten clear details on the inner workings of Elizabeth's sexual appetite, but still it was rather amusing. No-one would expect Elizabeth to hold the dirty thoughts that she sometimes revealed to Diane. Often the brunette had to remember that Elizabeth was the same person who had been raised in a bundle of cotton wool and not a mature woman who knew how to play the field like Merlin.
Spooning some more shaved ice into her mouth, the brunette innocently nudged her friend once more.
"Well, I was thinking of visiting a water park next," Diane spoke aloud, the female curling a pigtail with her fingers. A small smirk was set in place, her tangent continuing in the same blind tone. "I heard you can get some pretty good action there. You know with all the different pools and whatnot."
Elizabeth could only flush in response, the female already knowing that she would enjoy a lot more than simple slides and lazy rivers. Oh, she already knew that she'd have a lot more fun than that. Well, at least that was another place to tick off the list: Changing room, shooting range, beach and water park. The list was already looking splendid.
