hello my beautiful precious readers!
it's been nearly a year since i last updated for this and i apologize. to make up for the lack of updates on this story, i wrote an extra long, extra juicy and extra spicy chapter for you guys :)
CW/TW: SMUT. THIS CHAPTER IS FILTHY. PURE FILTH.
that is all. happy reading lovelies
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It was… odd, in other words, to see Jericho chat so freely and carelessly with Elaine.
Jericho isn't really the type to get along with girls - any kind, in fact. The types that wore pounds of makeup (not for themselves, but for boys), the types that feel entitled to boss others around for no real apparent reason, and especially the type of girl that would say or do anything to get on a guy's good side. Let alone any people in general, really.
But to see her smile and laugh genuinely with Elaine– it was a sight to see.
They ate and giggled, drinking and dancing around the bar. Elizabeth was having fun - and it seemed to be a reoccurring theme here.
Their fun, for a few minutes, was cut short as everyone returned.
Ban had King hauled on his back, the shorter man's arms wrapped lazily around the pale-blue haired man's neck. His face was smothered into the nape of Ban's neck, and judging by the look that flashed in his scarlet eyes, Ban didn't feel very comfortable.
Diane strolled in behind them with a rolled up piece of paper in her hands. Then a certain and familiar blonde walks in, and Elizabeth's eyes visibly brighten. Diane hands him the paper with a smile and she skips over to where Elizabeth, Jericho and Elaine had been sitting for most of the afternoon.
"Hi Jericho!" The brunette beams. "It's been so long since you last visited!"
Jericho chuckles, her face slightly flushed from the alcohol she drank. "Heh, not long enough. The hell is up with King?"
Diane hums and takes Elizabeth's cup of ale, taking a gradual sip. Elizabeth finds herself not minding. "He's exhausted," comes her answer as she sets the mug back down on the table. Elizabeth's eyes drift to King still being held by Ban, his nose nuzzling into the taller man's neck even further. "Captain really tired him out today, but I think it was worth it," she giggles.
"What did you do?" Elizabeth can't help but ask. She would be lying if she said she wasn't curious. But then again, curiosity killed the cat.
Meliodas' voice sounds out in her ears and he's much closer to her than she anticipated. One of his hands - she knows it's him just by his touch - grazes her shoulders and she almost gasps. "Nothing too bad. Just got some blueprints of the club we'll be heading down to on Friday. And speaking of," he passes the papers in his hands to Jericho. She looks up at him with a raised brow and flushed cheeks. "I need you to break down each level and every room, Jeri. Can you have it done by tomorrow, say noon?"
Jericho scoffs but takes the papers - blueprints? - regardless. "Again, call me by my actual name, and I'd be more compliant. But sure, you're lucky I don't have anything important tomorrow." She sighs, and Meliodas' hands begin to massage Elizabeth's shoulders, causing her to sigh softly and close her eyes. "How come you don't ask Escanor to do this? He's way better at this stuff than I am."
"I don't know when I'll see him next," Meliodas replies. "You know how busy he gets with Merlin. In more ways than one, might I add."
Even if Elizabeth can't see the blonde's face, she can tell just by the tone of his voice that he's smirking teasingly. Or well, in this case, probably more suggestive than anything.
"Meliodas!" Elizabeth gasps and he chuckles. "I don't wanna hear that stuff about Merlin… I've known her since she was practically a baby!"
"I don't think a girl in her preteen years would be considered a baby," Meliodas retorts, his tone unwavering. "But sure! Since a baby. Y'know, it's a normal thing for your friends to start dating or fooling around with other people. How do you think she would react if she found out we–"
Elizabeth turns around and glares at him - though the stare doesn't have any true malicious intent behind it. "She would do unspeakable things to you if she found out," she whispers, hoping no one can hear her over the noise of Diane, Elaine and Jericho laughing and joking around. "Remember how she reacted with that- that hickey?"
The blonde smirks mischievously. "Mmhmm, I remember it quite well."
A sigh escapes her and she comes to a stand. "Don't look so proud of yourself," the silver haired woman says under her breath. She notices the girls' questionable gazes and Elizabeth flashes them a quick smile. "The alcohol is getting to my head-" which isn't a complete lie. She's starting to feel a little buzzed; but she knows she should stop drinking "-I'm gonna go ahead and rest for a bit."
Jericho looks her up and down suspiciously while Diane and Elaine simply grin softly.
"Of course!" Elaine expresses joyfully.
"Take as long as you need!" Diane adds, taking another gradual sip of alcohol from Elizabeth's mug.
Meliodas glides a hand to her waist, taking the opportunity to have their skin collide as her shirt rides up her torso only a fraction. Regardless of how brief the contact was, she still gasped softly and shot her gaze to his.
However, he only smirks to himself, avoiding her eyes as he guides her to - she thinks - her room.
Once they reach her room, and the door is shut gently behind them, Elizabeth falls face first into her bed, sighing at the softness of her blankets and sheets. The bed then dips with Meliodas' weight as he sits near her, his hands suddenly on her shoulders and massaging the knots in her back.
Another content sigh escapes her.
"How was your day with Jericho?" Meliodas asks.
Her eyes lid before they close completely. "It was amazing. I really missed talking with her - I forgot how much I loved her company," Elizabeth admits. The blonde's fingers are delicate on her skin as they slip underneath her shirt. Somehow, someway, she represses the shiver that dares to take over her body.
A hum sounds from his throat as he continues his ministrations. "I'm glad," he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder. This time she does shiver, if Meliodas' chuckle was anything to go by. "Do you feel up to working today, Princess? Or did you have too much to drink?"
The silverette wracks her brain for a direct answer to give, trying to conjure a clear coherent thought. But with each press and pass of his skilled fingers, each brush of his skin on hers, it's difficult to think straight.
"I don't know," she hears herself answer. "I'm kind of tired already…"
Meliodas hums again, moving his hands lower and massaging her further. "That's okay. You can rest if you'd like."
Her heart melts at his words - how does he always manage to seem so sweet and caring? Regardless, she adores it nonetheless. Somehow, someway, this man always manages to get her heart to practically beat out of her chest. She wonders; does he realize how nervous and flustered she becomes around him?
Probably.
"Meliodas," she whispers, turning her body over and sitting on her knees next to him. She swears she can hear his breath hitch - the corners of her lips just barely quirking up at the idea. The silverette stares at him, her eyes lidding ever so slightly, her gaze falling to his lips. A fire is suddenly ignited within her. "Can you kiss me?" She asks without truly thinking.
His eyes darken, a silent promise swirling within his seemingly lustful gaze. The blonde's hands are on her once again - only now he holds her by her pink cheeks gently, leaning into her and kissing her just as she requested.
The blonde's kiss is gentle, sweet, and perhaps even loving. Elizabeth closes her eyes tightly and relishes in what he makes her feel without any sort of shame. In an attempt to ground herself, she reaches for his shoulders and grips tightly onto the fabric of his shirt.
Then he's pushing her onto her back and she moans at the realization of him hovering over her. Of course, this isn't the first time she's felt or seen him above her like this, but with the addition of the feel of his lips and his tongue, Elizabeth is certain she's no longer on earth. Surely– surely, this is some sort of heaven. Meliodas is far too skilled with his mouth, and his hands - he can't be real.
He breaks the kiss, panting heavily against her cheek, their noses rubbing together. "Elizabeth," Meliodas whispers.
Elizabeth opens her eyes, only a smidge, to see him gazing back at her, his eyes a dark green. "Meliodas–" her tone quiet "–touch me, please. Please," she gasps.
The blonde doesn't kiss her again like she expects him to. He simply stares at her through his hooded eyes - dark green swarms her warm blue. His breath is harsh against her heated skin and she's so painfully aware of everything touching her - everything she can hear.
"I shouldn't want you, Elizabeth," he whispers again. However, his words confuse her. What does he mean…? "The need to have you is so strong but… I shouldn't. It's… too dangerous. I can't."
The silverette's heart stutters in her chest. Are her worst fears becoming a reality? Had she done something wrong for Meliodas to react in such a way? Is she the problem after all? But… he initiates most of their intimate moments. He's the one to goad her into feeling like this. So why?
He untangles himself from her - not before pressing another kiss to her lips, though it doesn't feel as lustful or full of care like it always does. It felt… like a goodbye. Like this kiss will be their last.
She watched with blurry eyes as he stepped away, and soon after, she watched as Meliodas left her room and shut the door behind him with a soft click.
The burning in her heart and chest wasn't unfamiliar, nor could it have gone unnoticed.
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Friday finally came. Elizabeth felt rather uncomfortable to say the least.
The outfit she had to wear was really… provocative - even more so than her bar uniform. She tries to take her mind off it by telling herself it's for the sake of her father - to save him from a horrible fate.
Her shirt was way too short, as was her skirt, and oh God, this hairstyle. Dutch braids always bothered her - today would be no exception. Silver hair was braided and twisted, her fringe pinned so it wouldn't get in the way of her face.
Blue eyes stare back at her in the mirror. They seem almost unrecognizable to Elizabeth. Ever since Meliodas had told her he shouldn't want her… she hasn't exactly felt up to much of anything. Her heart swells (not in a good way, not at all) each time she replays his words in her mind.
A soft knock sounds out in the room and Elizabeth turns away from the mirror only to see Diane smiling softly in the threshold of the doorway. She wears a similar outfit to Elizabeth's; an equally short crop top, a short black skirt, fishnet tights and light colored heels. Her hair is in pigtails unlike the Dutch braids Elizabeth has. Her makeup seems more cakey than hers however - her lips are a deep red and if she looked close enough, she's sure she could see exactly how much makeup was on her already pretty face.
"Hey," she says delicately. One of her hands is plastered on the doorknob whilst the other twists a lock of brown hair. "You doin' alright?"
The silverette chuckles dryly. "As well as I can be."
Diane huffs humorously, tilting her head off to the side slightly. "Isn't that the truth for most people," she says rhetorically. "Is something wrong though? You don't sound so happy, but I can't really blame ya– we're about to infiltrate some shady sex club."
Elizabeth frowns. She turns back around, her face to the mirror once more. She doesn't look at herself, nor does she look at Diane in the reflection. Her eyes stay glued to the wood of the floor. Does Diane know she's upset about Meliodas? About how he left her astray? About how he practically played with her feelings like she never thought he would?
Would the rest of the Sins see her as pathetic - for allowing herself to truly believe she could share something more with Meliodas?
Moreover… What's really keeping her here?
Sure, there's Diane and Merlin - maybe even Elaine. But how could she stay here with a broken heart and a lost sense of direction? There's nothing keeping her bound to the Sins. Even if she had promised Meliodas she would help them expose Mael and whoever else, the Captain of the Sins did more damage than anyone else could've ever dealt to her.
She loves him. She knows that now.
But to live without him by her side, what's the point in staying? He does not want her. And maybe she shouldn't want him either. I can't help it, Elizabeth says to herself. He snuck his way into my heart and I let him. How could I not have wanted him when he was usually so sweet to me?
"Ellie," Diane speaks up. Elizabeth's head shoots up at how close the brunette suddenly sounds, noticing that Diane had walked up behind her. "Whatever's on your mind, I swear it's gonna be okay. Have you talked to Captain about what's bothering you?"
Rounding her eyes, Elizabeth bites her lip. "It's actually him that's bothering me."
Diane simply raises a brow, silently urging her to continue. There's no harm in telling her, right? She's come to Diane before, and she seems to know Meliodas pretty well… maybe she could tell her why Meliodas backed off so suddenly.
"He told me he…" she tries to find the words. "He shouldn't want me. That it was too dangerous to want me. I still don't know what he meant–" her voice cracked as she spoke her worries to the brunette "–but I wish he could just tell me what exactly it is that he wants. Now I'm just left hurt and confused and I'll have to be with him tonight, won't I? It's gonna be so awkward…"
A sigh is drawn from red lips. "Have I told you Meliodas is an idiot?" That manages to pull a short laugh out of Elizabeth, causing Diane to smirk a bit. "He's not really wrong when he said it was dangerous - but you're already so involved with us. I know you can defend yourself, Elizabeth. You're a strong woman and there's no reason for Captain to push you away."
The silverette draws her brows down. She looks away for a moment, "So is he just trying to protect me?" But what exactly is he trying to protect her from? What exactly is so dangerous that he has to push her away?
Diane gives a shrug, patting Elizabeth on the shoulder twice. "Seems to me like that's the case! But anyway, you should talk to him after the whole thing we're about to deal with. So, c'mon!"
Elizabeth smiles gently, considering taking Diane's advice to heart.
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The car ride to this… sex club was awkward and quiet. Every time Elizabeth glanced over to the blonde in the driver's seat, his hands flexed, the knuckles tense as he gripped the steering wheel.
She tried to keep her gaze on the outside world, but with how gloomy and rundown the area seemed… it wasn't going to help her mood.
Car engines and tires screeching against pavement were the only noises that filled her ears. Elizabeth can't stand the silence - the awkward tension hanging thick in the air. She wants to speak, she really does, but with how things are between her and the Sin captain… how well or how far would a conversation go at this point? Would he respond with a heartfelt chuckle and his usually sweet words, or would his tone be clipped, dismissive and bored?
Her heart aches. Elizabeth Liones was always a fighter—and damn it all if she won't fight for Meliodas—but is there a chance he doesn't want to fight for her? For… whatever it was they had?
They weren't just friends, that much was obvious. The things they did were not things friends would do. He'd never specified anything regarding their relationship - hell, neither had Elizabeth. But she couldn't help but think; they weren't just friends, right? Did he—does he—love her in the same way she's grown to love him?
(Is she sure it's love?)
No matter how hard she tries to fight these thoughts, they won't go away. It's only been a matter of three months since she's met him - but of how she feels, she's never been more certain. Even from the very beginning, he's made sure time and time again that she was safe and comfortable. Every word of comfort he uttered only for her ears to take in, every little touch, and every little kiss had her heart soaring. The short glances, or loving looks, all of it makes her heart ache.
(She loves him.)
Is she crazy for admitting that? They haven't known each other long - even if it feels like she's known him her entire life.
Regardless, she cannot stop herself from looking over at him once more as the car approaches a red light. His face is illuminated by the street lights. His hair is slicked back - a sight that Elizabeth isn't sure she'll get used to - and his outfit more or less matched hers. Dark colors; yet his clothing covered him more.
The silver haired woman wondered if Meliodas snuck at least one glance at her tonight with this outfit on…
Elizabeth swallows thickly, not being able to stand the silence any longer. "What - what exactly are we going to do at the club?" Her voice sounds small, foreign to her own ears. She hated how afraid she sounded. Afraid of how awful his response could be - should he give one anyway.
But then he clears his throat, quickly peeking at her. "Snooping around is all we're doing, really. King and Diane will record anything suspicious; us two will try to snag up some papers or anything else incriminating."
Sounds similar to the plan he had for the masquerade ball her father held.
"Okay," she says. "Um…" Would now be a good time to talk about how he had hurt her?
"Hmm?" He simply hums in response, awaiting her answer. She bites her lip, looking at anything but the blonde. They'll probably need to focus as hard as they can tonight - bringing up how he told her he couldn't have her in an attempt to protect her wasn't going to help them in these late hours of night.
Elizabeth squeezes her eyes tightly for a second, releasing a shaky breath. "Never mind - I'll ask about it later."
"If something's bothering you," he replies regardless of how reluctant she sounds, "you can talk to me. You know that, Elizabeth."
Again, he hadn't called her Princess.
"It can wait. Really."
A pause. Was he trying to determine what exactly she wanted to say? Does he know what's on her mind? "If you're sure," he says quietly.
It doesn't seem like him; to be so quiet and non-persistent. Though she can't really blame him either. He must be feeling the awkward tension in the air too - it felt rather difficult to not notice it.
The car begins to move once more as the light turns green.
The rest of the drive is silent, though most of it is a blur to the silver headed woman. She'd been staring out of the window for the majority of the car ride; it was no different after she finally spoke to the blonde man driving said car.
Meliodas parks the car towards the back of the building, and if she looked hard enough behind her, she could see Diane and King pulling up through the same road they had taken.
"We'll have to sneak in," Meliodas says. The soft thunk of the car doors as they seem to close them simultaneously rings loud in her ears. "We scoped out the place beforehand, and to me it doesn't seem like these people even recognize their workers. So, we probably won't have trouble blending in."
He sneaks a glance at her - Elizabeth catching how his eyes land on the bust of her chest, and not her eyes. But she nods, a sense of pride, or perhaps something else too, filling her veins. He still… likes her, doesn't he?
Elizabeth stays close behind Meliodas, the nighttime air cold and the earth dark. She can't really see anything—though it doesn't take much to put two and two together to know that they're in some shady alleyway where equally shady shit happens. Drug deals, murders… A shiver runs through her - did they really have to pull through with this? Couldn't they just… go home and find some other way to bust Mael?
The short answer, no.
Upon entering the building, Elizabeth finds herself latching onto Meliodas' arm. He makes no effort to shake her off - a win in her book. Loud music echoes in her ears, the club lit up with neon lights - purple, blue, pink and white. The colors are pretty, but knowing what exactly this place is, Elizabeth feels disgusted. Further into the club, women wearing practically nothing dance sensually on platforms while a few men sit back and watch. A shiver takes over her body for a moment.
Meliodas leads her through the club, moving his arm so her hand falls. She almost gives a short noise of protest but it dies in her throat when his warm hand grasps hers, linking their fingers together. Her eyes land on the back of his head.
Her limbs feel heavy as he takes her to a secluded room, the music sounding quieter. So these private rooms are soundproofed… He keeps their hands joined, but he keeps an eye out for something as he peeks through the door.
"No cameras in here," he says. "We need to blend in and keep an eye out for someone that looks like they might work for Mael. Think you can do that, Princess?"
Oh. She's back to Princess now.
"Aren't King and Diane doing the same?" She asks instead of answering his question. Of course she can scout for anyone that seems suspicious. But with him being so warm and touching her, no matter how he may be touching her… that might prove to be a problem.
He nods. "Yeah, but on a different floor. Need as many eyes as we can here."
"Okay." Elizabeth's face burns as he finally diverts his gaze to hers. He looks so impossibly handsome with the lights framing his face. "How long do you think we'll be here?"
A shrug, "Not sure. We could be for a while. No more than six hours though. After that point, this whole thing would be a bust."
It's already late enough… just the thought of having to stay here for more than ten minutes has Elizabeth's skin crawling with discomfort and uneasiness. Meliodas on the other hand seems so calm and collected. Maybe it's because he'd been here before but—it had been during the day.
It wasn't as creepy and somewhat crowded as it is now.
Without another word, Meliodas tugs on her hand, taking her with him as he recommences in guiding her through this club. The music is loud and bumping again, and if Elizabeth were honest, she wants nothing more than to run back into the room they just left and stay there until she needs to leave.
Though, she knows she can't.
"I can tell how nervous you are," she somehow hears him say over the music. His eyes stay looking ahead, not taking a moment to look at her over the shoulder. "It'll be okay, Princess. We'll be in and out."
"I don't like it here," she says harshly, yet quiet enough to not earn any glances from the people that actually work here. If they attract attention no matter how they could, this whole mission would be flushed down the drain. "I feel so uncomfortable… are you really sure Mael has people working here?"
Meliodas squeezes his fingers around hers. "Yes." And that is all he said.
Elizabeth sighs wearily. She tries her best to keep her attention on the back of the blonde's head—because by God, his slicked hair seems much more interesting than anything else in this damn club.
Her heels clack against the waxed floor of the place. She shivers as they walk past ventilation - the air cold against the skin that is exposed due to her short crop top and skirt. She curses this outfit, she really, really hates wearing this. And she understands why she has to wear it; to blend in so she and Meliodas can get as much information as they're able to while they're here. But… Lord.
She would rather listen to Ban and King bicker for four hours straight. That at the very least was entertaining unlike her current intolerable and agonizing situation.
Elizabeth reminds herself; this is for her father. Above all, for her family and friends, too. Even for future candidates that want to run the country—Mael has been working directly for the government for nearly two decades. He's fairly old, Elizabeth thinks. In his mid forties…? How old is he actually? Elizabeth has no clue nor does she really want to ask. Asking Mael anything wouldn't turn out well.
"Hey!" A voice suddenly shouts over the music.
Meliodas turns first, the silverette mimicking his action. Her eyes settle on a man slightly taller than her, hair somewhat dark, eyes brown and stern as he glares at the two. Her heart beats erratically in her chest - does this man know they're not actually workers here? Is this whole night going to end in a bust—?
The blonde clears his throat, "What's the issue?"
The man—Elizabeth's eyes dart to his name tag - Allioni—crosses his arms. "What do you think you're doing with her?"
"Oh," he exhales, "you mean this goddess here?" He lifts their joined hands and her cheeks flush at the name. There's no way he didn't lose interest, right? Otherwise he wouldn't call her a goddess or hold her hand or anything of the sort…
Allioni snarls. He seems to take his job way too seriously. "Yes, I mean her. Are you a customer? Otherwise, I'm gonna need you to–"
"Of course I'm a customer," Meliodas scoffs. "Can't I take her somewhere a little more secluded for her services? I paid good money for tonight, man!" Oh, Meliodas could win some sort of award for his acting skills. Which makes her think - he hasn't ever done this sort of thing for real, has he?
The other man is silent for a moment, nothing but the loud music filling the atmosphere. "Yeah, yeah you can. Just–" he inches closer and practically rips their hands apart, Elizabeth missing his warmth "–don't touch her unless she initiates. We have enough of our workers getting… stalked."
…What?!
"Got it," Meliodas simply responds.
Allioni nods with a huff before leaving the two all together. Elizabeth releases a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Though, Meliodas being Meliodas, unambiguously grabs her hand once more. Her gaze shifted from the spot where Allioni had been standing to their joined hands.
Recalling both Allioni's and Meliodas' words, she realizes that Meliodas was right. Allioni didn't even realize she wasn't a worker in this club.
"He told you not to touch me," Elizabeth points out with a soft tone.
Meliodas shoots her a smirk. "I was never one to follow the rules, Princess. Unless you don't want me to touch you…?"
Oh. Oh God. Did he really have to sound so suggestive when saying that? Surely he knows what sort of effect he's having on her. The effect he's always had on her since they met, really. "N-No," she stutters. "It's fine. Let's just get tonight over with, please."
Meliodas does not respond and she cannot tell if she is grateful or not. He just… guides her through the club as if he knows the layout like the back of his hand. She allows him to despite the growing pit in her stomach, her gut telling her to turn back and just run. This entire place feels off– especially after Allioni said the female workers were getting stalked. Just another thing wrong with the world.
At least she is here with the Sin Captain and not anyone else. She feels safest with him compared to anyone else she's ever known. Diane might be a close second, though.
They enter a different room - the vibe still the same but her eyes widen in horror at the sight before her. Sex club really makes sense now; men grab at women in somewhat private booths (not private enough if she can see every little thing that is happening), the same women practically rutting against the men and their… junk. Lords above, did Elizabeth genuinely have to be here? Couldn't Meliodas have approached this information thing differently?
He suddenly pulls her close to his body, a gasp filtering past her lips. Her eyes settle on Meliodas once more, her gaze nothing short of confused. He flashes her a smirk - that same damn smirk that has gotten on her nerves so many times before - and he hauls her with him into an empty booth.
She grunts, forced into his lap, his hands coming to a rest on her hips. Elizabeth looks down at him, her braids falling past her shoulders. Her heart thumps harshly in her chest—what in the world was he thinking?!
"What are—"
"Shh," he cuts her off. She presses her lips into a thin line wanting to protest. "I saw those people from before - Hendrickson and Dreyfus," he says and she starts to understand. They could be spotted. "I'm sure they have something we can take. We need some sort of plan…"
The silverette manages to tear her line of sight from him and his golden locks to the people behind him - and shit, he's right. The men she looked up to and felt like uncles to her are here, standing off by what she thinks is an exit door. Her world is all at once frozen and falling apart as Hendrickson looks over in their direction. She ducks her head to Meliodas' neck, her breath hot against his skin.
She feels his hands tense on her hips - though, with a stuttering pulse, she swallows thickly. Blend in, her mind screeches. Blend in or they will see you. Blend in or they'll force you to leave and you will face a fate worse than death.
A shudder takes over her body for a moment. However she tries to overcome her fear and begins to rock her hips slowly against the blonde's - the very same man that has both hurt her and made her feel so secure with just a simple passing glance. He makes a weird sound in his throat at her sudden action.
"We need to blend in," she reminds. "Or they'll see us…"
He hums, "Yeah… you– you're right." Oh, how the confidence starts to course through her veins. To get Meliodas of all people to stutter is a blessing.
Elizabeth rocks her hips again, keeping her head on his right shoulder to conceal her face just in case Hendrickson and Dreyfus walk past them. Meliodas puts pressure on his hands against her hips, guiding her as they rock in a slow harmony. Her breath sputters - never did she think she would be in Meliodas' lap, in a fucking sex club of all places, rutting against him and oh, feeling the growing erection between his thighs.
Almost ashamed to admit that she's growing wet, Elizabeth can't stop the faint moan that resonates from her throat.
If she's able to get this sort of reaction out of him, she thinks, how far would she be able to take this before Meliodas stops her? It feels like a malicious thought but she can't ignore the blossom of desire sprouting in her gut. Her skin feels as though it is set aflame, and she has no doubt that she's pink all over.
Meliodas shifts his hands further onto her body effectively pulling her impossibly closer. His fingers spread, pushing against the band of her shorts, the pads warm against the skin he's able to touch.
Their breathing is both rushed and quiet as they rock together in the booth. She can feel his jaw slacken slightly against her cheek - she sighs out against his shoulder as he presses himself more fully against her covered core. Every nerve and fiber in her being is soaring—the question suddenly pops into her blissed-out mind; does he want this just as much as she does? Or… is he doing this for the sole purpose of blending in?
Unable to control her actions, the silver haired woman jerks her head toward where his neck meets his shoulder and lightly bites down on him. He rewards her with a delicious groan. She practically whines as he starts to rock her harder, wanting to drive into her like she so desperately wants him to. To feel him inside her, oh, what a dream—
He moans into her hair, his fingers gripping hard enough into her skin to leave bruises, hands slowing her hips. Some part of her brain that isn't under his spell screams at her, trying to make her acknowledge that he found his release - and oh so easily, too. Although, as she continues to grind her hips into his, she can't help but wonder; how wound up was he to have climaxed like this for her?
She keeps herself quiet by sinking her teeth into Meliodas' clothed shoulder. Her breath comes quicker and quicker by the second - and when the tight cord in her stomach finally snaps, she moans loudly into him.
As she comes down from her high, Meliodas tracing little shapes into her skin, she's launched into a panic. Elizabeth cannot believe she just—just rutted against him so shamelessly! And he let her– he let her do as she pleased! That… means something, doesn't it? That has to mean something! But, God, to think that he wasn't acting–
He wasn't acting.
Now, Elizabeth isn't sure how to feel. She feels embarrassed, she feels blissed out of her mind, she feels, for a lack of a better word, torn. This wasn't exactly how she imagined trying to mend what has been broken between the two. A win is a win though, isn't it?
A sharp shaky exhale leaves her. She lifts her head, her eyes cracking open (when did she even close them?). Her eyes immediately land where Hendrickson and Dreyfus are still standing - only this time, their backs are turned to the pair. She sighs out in relief - Dreyfus nods at the other man and they exit through the door they'd been standing idly by. But a paper falls out of Hendrickson's pocket—something that has alarms ringing in Elizabeth's head.
"He—" her voice sounds hoarse. She clears her throat and tries again. "One of them dropped a paper. I think it could be important."
He simply nods, as if he couldn't find the will to trust his voice after their… session. Elizabeth's blushes at the thought and quickly tries to get off him with wobbly legs. Her hands grip at the edge of the booth trying to regain her balance.
Meliodas follows behind her - a bit too close for her racing mind. Tonight will certainly be a night she won't ever forget.
The blonde rushes past her, past every other couple still rutting and moaning with the music still bumping loud. This club is awful, she thinks to herself. I never want to return. And maybe, hopefully, after Meliodas bends down to pick up the paper Hendrickson had dropped, they won't have to.
After all, they were one step closer to bringing Mael down.
ooo
Adrenaline fueled her veins. From the start of the night of just being within Meliodas' proximity, from avoiding prominent danger with Allioni to… rutting against him (even if it was to blend in with the rest of the club) and them both coming in their pants like hormonal teenagers, and driving back to the bar in an awkward silence really has every single one of her senses on fire. No other night could compare to this one, that much was certain.
Meliodas sighs out - a loud sound that attracts her gaze to his frame. He leans against the bar, his eyes shining with mirth as he catches her eyes.
"What a night, huh?" He chuckles. Her eyes follow the motion of his hand as it reaches for his head, ruffling up the gelled locks. Elizabeth can't help but smile - it was a crazy night. She isn't sure if she would be exactly comfortable repeating tonight, though.
"Yeah," she agrees easily. But then her mind wanders, back to the conversation they had in the car before they made it to the club - she still has to talk to him. So, mustering up as much courage as she can, Elizabeth fiddles with her thumbs on her lap. "About earlier tonight– in the car before the club– um… I wanted to talk to you."
The blonde straightens his posture, cocking his head to the side. "Anything." His soft promise has her heart hammering in her chest, but she tries to ignore it.
She swallows. Elizabeth wants to take her gaze off his face, off his golden tresses, off his calloused hands as he rests his chin on them, but she doesn't. "You told me you shouldn't want me, a few days ago. What did you mean by that? Did you know—do you know how badly that hurt me?"
His eyes search hers, but for what she has no clue. "I…" he begins, "I didn't mean to hurt you. I really didn't." Meliodas' voice is so quiet that she nearly missed what he had said. But his voice is somehow booming in her ears with each word that falls from his lips. "I just, I don't know - I don't want you to suddenly realize that I'm really no good for you. I don't want Mael or someone else to realize how much you really mean to me and what you are to me and try to use you against me."
A pregnant pause. She waits for him to continue. Their gazes do not fall from one another's.
"It really is too dangerous, Elizabeth. Anyone that I might've pissed off in the past could come crawling back and use you as leverage against me," he says.
"What are you trying to protect me from?" Elizabeth responds with a tight throat. Her eyes burn with welling tears, but she refuses to let them fall. "Who is it that you're so afraid of? I don't care about anyone else, Meliodas, I feel safe with you. I always have. And if you think that pushing me away is going to prevent me from getting involved with all this—" she refers to the entire wanting to expose the government issue at hand "—it's too late. I got myself involved the second I agreed to help you."
"I… I know, Elizabeth," he whispers, leaning toward her. The green in his eyes seem softer somehow, his eyes lidding. "I'm just… no good for you," he simply repeats.
"You're all I want." She matches his tone, his volume, his demeanor. "I don't care if you think you aren't good enough. You are, and I'm yours." And she would be for as long as she can draw a breath.
A breath is drawn from his mouth. "Mine?"
The silverette gives a short chuckle, sweet like honey. "If you'll have me."
Meliodas exhales a humored huff. His eyes flicker from her eyes to her lips. He leans closer ever so slightly, and Elizabeth can feel the warmth of his body. And God, does she wish to feel him.
"We shouldn't do this," he warns.
She hums in response, "Why not?"
He smirks, her need to feel his lips against hers growing with each passing second. "Well… you're the president's daughter. You could also just… go out into the world and easily find someone a million times better than I am," he says as if stating a fact - as if being the daughter of the country's president means anything more than a title to her. As if her father has any say in her affairs.
But the silver haired woman only smiles gently, placing a hand on his thigh. She swears she can hear his breath hitch in his throat though she thinks she's probably imagining it. "I told you, Meliodas," Elizabeth whispers, her lips almost ghosting his, "you're all I could ever want. My father being the president has nothing to do with us. I'm all yours. Until you get sick of me."
"You'll get sick of me way before I could get sick of you for even a second," he replies throatily. Elizabeth only giggles at his confession but is cut off as Meliodas leans forward and presses his lips to hers fully.
She gasps into his mouth, a sound he swallows with vigor.
Elizabeth gets so easily lost in his touch, the way he kisses her makes her feel like she's drowning and by God she'll keep going deeper until it feels like she is unable to reach the surface again.
Hands grab at clothes, fingers glide against skin, short and hushed fervent whispers are spoken hotly against each other's mouths. Elizabeth isn't able to say much - too far overwhelmed with the feelings bubbling up against the surface of her pink skin. Meliodas on the other hand, oh how she could listen to him talk for days on end.
He tells her how beautiful she is, how well she's been doing (in what aspect, she has no clue), how she's too good for him. She falls apart for him, her eyes trying to close tighter (when the hell did she close her eyes?).
Not before long, as their lips continue to glide in their never ending kiss, Meliodas cups her face with both hands coming to a stand. She can't help but chase him kiss for kiss. His left hand moves from her face to her neck and shoulder - a light touch that has her shivering involuntarily. Then that same hand travels lower and lower until it reaches her waist.
They break apart, much to Elizabeth's dismay and protests. She opens her eyes only a smidge to gaze upon the man she's fallen for in such a short amount of time. His eyes lid, the lips she has been kissing are quirked up in a small proud smirk.
Her chest seems to heave. It feels way too hot in this damn bar - does this place have air conditioning?
Before she knows it, she's being tugged to stand on her legs, Meliodas pulling her down into another heated kiss. A moan escapes her as he pulls her flush to his body, urging her to wrap her legs around him. And she does just that; her fishnet covered legs enclosing around his waist and hips. She has to bend her head slightly downwards to continue to kiss him, but she doesn't give a single fuck about the neck pain she might have to endure—there is no better heaven than Meliodas' mouth against her own.
He guides her in both their kiss and to what she thinks is his bedroom; her room is on the right side of the hallway and he went left…
When he deposits her on the bed, a giggle falls from her lips. She adjusts herself on his bed, her gaze finding him as he closes the door and locks it with a click. Her heart pounds in her chest - were they really about to go that far?
Any doubts that might linger are long forgotten as Meliodas breathes harshly against her, pressing his lips to hers again, and hard.
Another moan escapes her at how aggressive he is. Nevertheless, as he climbs over her, nothing could thrill her more. Nothing could thrill her more than the man above her, the very man that makes her feel things she never thought she could feel. And here she thought she knew what love had been…
His arms rest on either side of her head. If she wanted to escape his room—escape the night she has no doubt will be filled with solely him—she couldn't. Not that she wanted to in the first place.
"Tell me if you don't want this," he breaks away from their kiss only barely, his lips ghosting hers as he speaks. "Tell me to stop and I will."
Elizabeth bites her lip as she opens her eyes. She finds Meliodas looking down at her, the green in his eyes swarming with the darkness in the room, lust and something else swimming in them. Her heart thunders in her ears at his provocative stare, but she falls apart for it regardless.
"I want you to make me forget who I am, Meliodas." The words sound almost foreign to her - were those words really leaving her mouth? "Please. I need it. I need you."
And at those words, Meliodas' self restraint seems to break down at the seams. He presses a slow, sensual and heated kiss to her lips once more before trailing kisses along her cheek and jaw, eventually leading down to her neck. She already knows what he's about to do - as he sucks and nips and licks at her milky skin, she sighs dreamily while closing her eyes once again.
Before, she would have argued with him for giving her a hickey (a hickey she didn't stop him from giving), yet now, as he takes his time with her, making sure Elizabeth is squirming under his ministrations, she can't find it within herself to ever resent this man.
When they first met, sure, he seemed a little annoying and a little odd. As he opened up to her though, she understands why he acted the way he acted. His mother passing due to a drug she was forced (and likely unknowingly) to take, his father disregarding him when he tried to tell him about his mother's odd behavior, and having to take care of his younger brother while trying to support himself…
He has every right to push anyone away. He has every right to not trust anyone at first glance. Meliodas owes nothing to any soul, and he deserves the world and more for everything he's been through.
Meliodas finally pulls away from her, gazing down at her to admire his handiwork.
"Elizabeth," he says her name softly. His soft tone causes her to open her eyes. He is still hovering over her body - Elizabeth finds it difficult to breathe. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you. I just wanted to keep you safe."
Heart beating faster than it should, she smiles warmly at him, bringing her hands up to his face. He leans into her touch as if he had craved it for days on end. "It's okay." Even if she didn't have the closure at first, she got it in the end regardless. "I just don't see why you can't protect me like you want to and… be with me at the same time."
The blonde allows a quietened and tender laugh to fall from his lips. "You think I'm a multitasker?"
"I think you're plenty of things," she replies with her own warmhearted giggle.
He leans down to brush their noses together. A shiver runs through her spine and by God he did not let it go unnoticed. "Oh yeah? Like what, beautiful?"
Her heart could actually just melt from his words alone. He wanted her to die in his bed, didn't he?
Elizabeth swallows, her cheeks becoming red with each passing second of him simply analyzing her with a softened gaze. "I think you're a handsome man, Meliodas."
"You think I'm handsome? Is that all?"
Oh. With that teasing smirk that tugs at his mouth, there's no way he didn't want her to die of embarrassment.
"I think you're an amazing leader, Captain," she says slyly. He blinks down at her, another emotion suddenly swirling in the green of his irises. "And if I'm being honest… I think you were made for me."
Meliodas kisses her all too quickly without preamble, as though he wanted to consume her right then and there. "You're wonderful," he hushes, his breath coming a tad bit quicker. "You're everything I could ever ask for and more. I don't deserve you, not one bit. But, knowing you want to choose me…" he kisses her nose, then her cheeks with a feather light touch of his lips. "I won't let you go. Not again."
"I'm yours," she gasps when he readjusts himself, his hands grabbing at her thighs to pull her closer to him. She can feel his erection against her fishnet covered thigh, hard, through his pants with how crammed and squeezed he seems to want them to be.
He hums. And as he drags his nose down her cheek, breathing in softly when he reaches her neck again, she keens. "Mine," he affirms. "I'm yours, too. 'Til you get sick and tired of me." She knows he's repeating the words they shared earlier in the bar, but she can't fully acknowledge it because he's starting to peel off her clothes, kissing every inch of flushed skin that is revealed to him.
"I couldn't get tired of you," she admits, her words trailing into a moan with how slowly Meliodas is removing her fishnet stockings. "Not ever."
"A blessing; a true angel, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth becomes so lost in his touches that she doesn't even fully realize when she's completely bare for Meliodas' eyes. Her skin flushes, practically from head to toe, once she tries to scan his face. His gaze is seemingly hungry, lust swimming in the usually warm green of his eyes.
Her body grows far too hot to be comfortable and she squirms under his gaze. He leans forward, his forearms trapping her once again. "You're beautiful, Elizabeth," he tells her. "No one can compare to you."
"Meliodas," she whispers. "Please."
He hums, as if unsure—as if he has no idea what she could want. He isn't stupid, Elizabeth knows that much, he has to know she wants him to touch her. She tugs at his shirt, her eyes falling closed when he reaches down to her neck, peppering light kisses to her heated skin.
"Patience," the blonde mumbles against her neck. "Good things come to those who wait, right?"
Elizabeth wheezes a laugh as he nips where shoulder meets neck, his teeth just barely piercing the top layer of skin. "Don't lecture me while we're doing… this."
"Mm? And what exactly is this, beautiful?" He teases - mocking her. She wants to groan and tell him to hurry up and touch her where she needs him to– where she's sure he wants to touch her too– but she refrains. If she gives into temptation, he'll win. What's more, she hates losing. Elizabeth Liones was a winner - Meliodas would not invalidate that, not one bit.
"What else could this be?" She sounds breathless, her heart thumping in her ears. Does he like the sight of her bare? Only for him to see?
Suddenly, he licks where he bit her to soothe the hurt. "Mm, I'm not sure. I want to hear you say it."
Another moan echoes in his bedroom and she tries to squeeze her eyes tighter. He's only kissing and nipping at her neck - how is she falling apart so easily for him? He only grows slower in his attention to her warm skin, much to her dismay.
It takes her longer than it should have to realize that he actually wants her to answer his almost forgotten question.
He lifts his head and she whines from the loss of his lips on her shoulder. Her eyes shoot open, the ceiling filling her vision. "No—Meliodas, please, I can't…"
"Can't what, hmm?" He continues to tease. With his body still hovering over hers, he leans back on his knees to admire her - she observes him as his eyes rake over her naked form, the lust raw in the green of his irises. He's amused. "I still want to hear you say it, goddess."
"Demon," she laughs. But the sound morphs into a moan as his hand comes into a feather light contact with her pussy. He wastes no time in pressing his thumb to her clit, his ring and middle fingers just circling her entrance. "That's—" she tries, but Meliodas seems to want to reduce her to only her sinful noises, pressing his fingers inside her. "Ohh…"
"Say it," he repeats. "And I'll give you whatever you want, Elizabeth. Just say it, love."
Her hands reach above her to grip at his pillows, her body soaring with the unrelenting push and pull of his fingers. The last time he had touched her like this - in her room, with her on top of him, she couldn't help but let her jaw fall open and allow her sweet and sinful praise to fall from her lips.
"Y-You're going to–" a hiss, when he shifts his fingers inside of her and curls them into that spot that makes her see stars. "You're going to fuck me, Meliodas." She can't believe she just said that - can't believe he made her say that to him. She can't deny it though, it feels so thrilling. Just like it always has been with him. Thrilling and exhilarating.
He leans down, appreciative, his lips kissing her bare and flat stomach. His other hand that had been forgotten travels from her right thigh to the flare of her hips, heightening her pleasure all the more. His tongue darts out to her sweat-dotted skin. Another moan escapes her and he slows the pace of his fingers. He stops circling her clit with his thumb and she practically whines at the loss wanting more.
"Thank you." The words left him so softly, in such a tender and gentle manner that she almost missed it. However it is all disregarded as his wicked tongue laps at her center, a surprised moan leaving her. He eats her out like he hasn't had a decent meal in weeks - his hands snaking to the backs of her thighs to hold her squirming body still.
Delving between her folds, he gives a particular hard suck to her clit. She's falling apart for him - her body growing the hottest it has ever felt. This man - the man between her legs makes her feel so, so damn much, she wonders if he is actually just a dream, a figment of the wildest parts of her imagination.
As his tongue pushes into her channel though, she knows he's not a dream. He is real, real with the pleasure he offers, real with how floatless he makes her feel with just a simple touch.
Meliodas hums against her, the vibrations damn near enough to bring her over the edge. Tears well in the corners of her shut eyes as she cries out, both in wanting to come on his face and the all-to-sudden loss of his tongue. He pulls away, his warm and dark chuckle ringing out in her ears.
"Not yet," is all he says, bringing his hand back to her pussy. She whines as he ghosts her entrance and clit - what had she done to deserve this torture? "You're doing so well for me, love."
…Did she imagine flooding even more at his praise, or did she actually…?
"I want to touch you." She voices her desire to him but he pays it no mind. Her eyes remain closed - she can't seem to find the energy to even crack them open the slightest bit.
"Tonight is just for you, Elizabeth." Oh. Oh Lord— "Let me explore you, just a little longer," he gasps as she rocks her hips and he gives into the temptress underneath him. He resumes in guiding his lips to her pussy, letting her grind against his mouth until she is restless. He kisses her softly there and she feels unable to control both her body and the noises coming from her mouth.
Regardless though, as he breathes harshly against her as if it could be a possibility that he'd drown in her, he seems to enjoy the state he's managed to put her in.
With shaky hands she unlatches her grip on his pillows in favor of removing the hair pin keeping her hair out of her face - her braids already coming apart on his bed. The pin is left discarded, the small clattering sound of it hitting the floor barely registered over her somewhat loud moans and gasps.
"You taste so good," he whispers against her core, separating but only an inch from her.
She cries out, "Meliodas!"
And that tight, tight cord finally splits, her release hitting her like a ton of bricks. She climaxes against his face and Meliodas seems more than eager to drink up her essence like a starved man. Her breathing is ragged—it only becomes all the more worse with him continuing to fuck her with his tongue.
Elizabeth pleads with high pitched noises for him to stop - her body passed the point of oversensitive. He does pull away though - much to her appreciation.
He climbs back over her body pressing his lips to hers. The blonde kisses her soundly - his body covering hers like a warm blanket. It's odd, her next thought; she feels so safe in his hold yet so vulnerable since she's completely bare.
Which… is not fair. He is still fully clothed. And Elizabeth wants– craves– more.
"Meliodas," she repeats his name like a prayer. She brings her hands up to his shoulders and tugs on his shirt. "Please. I can't take it anymore." She wants him to give her everything until they're exhausted and shaking with euphoria. Was that too much to ask for? Was it too much to want to demand from the man above her?
A hum sounds from his chest. "Yes," he responds almost inaudibly. "Just another minute. I want to feel you," he admits. Then there is a hand on her left breast, his thumb dangerously close to her hardened nipple.
She moans again - so easily for him. "Haven't you felt plenty?" Elizabeth laughs, a half giggle half groan.
He chuckles along with her. "Not enough."
Kissing her again Meliodas shifts over her, his fingers leaving her body to grab the hem of his shirt and lift it above his head to remove the fabric. She glances up at him, eyes taking in every dip and stretch of taut and strong skin. Her mouth all but waters at the sight - the need to touch him growing, observing him taking off his pants and throwing it onto the floor behind him with a soft thump.
His attentions are turned back to her however, with how wound up she is from every little graze of his hands and lips, her brain can't fully process everything he's doing.
At first he's kissing her, then he's trailing kisses down her cheeks and jaw all the way down to her breasts. She's vaguely aware of his tongue on her peaks, her mouth more or less dry from all the noises he seems to be able to draw from her.
Before she knows it, he's prodding against her core– only this time, it isn't his fingers– and he feels so warm and hard where he touches her. Meliodas kisses her before he drags his left hand down the right side of her body - a shiver rooting deep in her spine at his touch. His knuckles graze her thigh as he grips his cock, guiding himself to her entrance.
But then he stops, her eyes shooting open in panic. The blonde looks at her, the burning desire swirling in his eyes and something else—doubt.
"Are you sure? I don't have any condom—"
Elizabeth smiles at him with aching cheeks. "Yes, Meliodas - I don't care. I-I'm on the pill and I haven't been with anyone in a while…"
He exhales, almost as if in relief. "I haven't either," he confesses. Elizabeth's hands find themselves on his broad shoulders and she brings him to her lips to capture his mouth in a searing kiss.
The tip of him finally enters her, Elizabeth turning away from his face to allow her jaw to fall slack in a soundless moan. Instead of pressing his lips to hers once more Meliodas simply grins like the cat that got the cream and lets his head fall to her shoulder. He pants abutting her skin pushing inside of her inch by inch.
Her chest heaves when he bottoms out, his cock pulsing against her walls. She opens her eyes, finding the ceiling, her hands moving to grip at his wild blonde locks.
Meliodas gives a shallow thrust inside her, her walls fluttering in anticipation for what's about to come. "Oh my God," she curses. "More, Meliodas please."
"What do you want?" He asks - nearly rhetorically with a husky, flirty tone. But as he remains still both above her and inside her, she knows he wants an answer. As if she hasn't been embarrassed enough tonight…
Though, she answers anyway, "I want you to ruin me."
With a warm chuckle that is also dangerous, he complies with her sinful request. He pulls out slowly, a shaky breath escaping her as she waits—then he thrusts into her body hard. She cries out, eyes closing once again, her body lit with the match of Meliodas' pleasure. She'll admit; she's selfish, maybe even a bit possessive over this man, but by the Lords above, he knows how to ruin her just the way she wants him to.
Her core takes him greedily, swallowing his cock nearly completely when he's buried to the hilt inside her. Elizabeth moans and cries for him, his own whimpers and moans filling her burning ears. His hands are on her too; skimming over her hips, past her waist and on her breasts. He doesn't fail to touch her - doesn't fail to fuck her how she so desperately wanted earlier tonight at the club.
Elizabeth moves slightly to the right, the head of his dick hitting that spot that has her begging for more.
She doesn't even realize when he moves his head. Her hands are still intertwined with his hair– he doesn't seem to mind one bit as she tugs on his hair. In fact… she thinks he might actually like it.
Their noises are loud, the wet slapping where they connect fills the room. If any of the other Sins come back and just enter the bar, there's no way they wouldn't be able to hear what Meliodas and Elizabeth are up to… At the same time - it excites her. The idea of being caught - the idea of trying to keep quiet while he's fucking her - oh.
"You feel so fucking good, Elizabeth," he says. "Open your eyes," he then whispers.
Elizabeth does as told, cracking her eyes open. Blue meets green in the haze of their lust. Her stomach flutters, her pussy tightening around his cock with her impending release. She wraps her arms entirely around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Her throat begins to hurt, almost exhausted from screaming out her pleasure, but she can't deny that Meliodas makes her feel good.
His cock twitches inside her and she shivers once more. "I'm so close," she tells him in a somewhat hushed manner. "You feel so good inside me."
He hums in response, still fucking her with the same pace; slow pullout, fast and hard thrust in.
It was only a matter of time as she screamed out in her release– clamping down and coming on his hard cock. Meliodas retorts by diving into her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin but not hard enough to draw any blood. He twitches again, finding his end inside of her. His cum is released in spurts - filling her up until she is gasping and panting and left a shaking mess.
Which, she supposes he's already turned her to just that.
Meliodas slips from her pussy, collapsing next to her as if to not dare rest his weight atop her body.
Arms wrap around her and she closes her eyes in pure bliss. She nuzzles into him still trying to catch her breath. She's exhausted, loose and so undeniably happy. A smile tugs at her lips while Meliodas presses a kiss to where he had bit her, as if to sooth the mild hurt. It doesn't hurt - not in the slightest bit - but she accepts his silent apology regardless.
"Are you okay?" He asks with a soft tone.
She nods. "Better than."
The blonde hums at her answer, a silence falling over the pair.
Or, well, until Meliodas speaks again after not even a minute of them not uttering even another sound.
He clears his throat, nervous suddenly. "Are you mine?"
Her brain short-circuits at the question. With a furrow of her brows, she swallows. "I told you I was." She is his. Until he decides he's tired of her, she'll happily stay stuck to his side. Or did he mean it differently? Did he want to have her in some other way that can't seem to come to mind?
"I know," he exhales a short laugh. "I just meant… officially. Are you mine officially?"
Oh.
Oh. He meant— oh.
Elizabeth doesn't answer at first. Instead of speaking, she pulls back from him - she blushes at the realization that they're still naked and bare (and sticky. Yuck.). The silverette grabs him by his face and pulls him into a kiss. He reciprocates it with just as much vigor and eagerness.
"Yes," she whispers against his swollen lips, her throat tired and worn from her screaming. "You own my heart."
And he will always own her heart, no matter what might happen to them.