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baconwaffle2016 · 7 years ago

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NNT Ship Week, Day 7: Free-for-all (MeliodasxGoddess!Elizabeth)

So...this is another snippet written a few months ago, not too long after writing this little hot mess on FF.net. Considering that, this was written before all the recent chapters, so it’s pretty much Canon Divergence at this point.

Please also take note: This is still right at the beginning of their relationship. So they’re not completely mature about certain decisions and thoughts, because...well, that’s sometimes how first love is.

And: Yes, it’s supposed to take place in the same universe. No, this isn’t all there is to it--I still have to finish the other parts.

Hope you enjoy~

They are worst kept secret within the goddess realm. In all the realms, really.

When not fighting in the Holy War, they are often seen close together. Even when they’re not seen, the common assumption is that they are together in some capacity--and it’s true.

Deep, devouring kisses stolen behind the closed and often locked doors of her study, often resulting in rumpled clothing and marks left on body parts that aren’t always seen; fingers lacing together, as a form of comfort or just because; late dinners for two, often in Britannia and the Fairy Realm, where they get less stares; sleeping together--now more at her place, because she has the bigger bed--often in a cuddle where she drools on his chest, and where he is overwhelmed with her warmth and scent; waking up together and getting ready to face the day.

Even without that, there are the shared smiles and looks, the sort that indicates the sort of synchronization only allowed through some form of intimacy. It is so ridiculously sweet and lovesick, it makes many sick just looking at it. There is literally no way no one can know what is going on.

So, why, Elizabeth frowns deeply, narrowing her eyes onto the scene across the ballroom. Hasn’t this...this witch gotten the memo?

Elizabeth and Meliodas are at a party being held in one of Britannia’s richest kingdoms, both in finances and magic users. As an unofficial ambassador for Stigma and the Goddess Clan, Elizabeth had been tasked with building relations for any kingdom that was willing to help and this kingdom was just one of the few successes she’s had so far. Going to this dinner party, hosted by the boisterous King and steel-eyed Queen, is merely a formality--one that Elizabeth and Meliodas had accepted right away, as lovers of the occasional celebration.

The “witch” in question is a rather beautiful noblewoman from this kingdom. She is an inch or so taller than Meliodas, with long red hair and deep brown eyes that eye him like he’s her next meal. She licks at her painted red lips and nearly arches her chest--her breasts looking ample enough to almost spill from that purple ball gown she’s wearing--into Meliodas’ view. Elizabeth watches as Meliodas quirks an eyebrow at the display, but not in appraisal; rather, he leans away, while pasting on a genteel smile as he speaks to the woman in question. Seeing that makes her stomach twist; he is clearly uncomfortable.

Now, Elizabeth isn’t the type to talk down to a woman out of jealousy. In fact, she is rarely the type of person to feel jealous at all--that’s more Meliodas’ schtick--but she finds it...concerning that this woman hasn’t gotten the hint that others in the party got when he and Elizabeth walked in together. Not only does Meliodas not like her, or any other woman here, but he is clearly spoken for.

Perhaps, Elizabeth considers with a shrewd look as she takes a last sip at her wine, I will inform her.

After placing her glass back on the table, Elizabeth strides across the room to where Meliodas and the woman are. She is wearing an off-the-shoulder dress that is black, but shimmering with jewels that resemble stars on a night sky, and is tight to the curves of her body that flows out into a cloud soft skirt along her long legs. It is a dress that draws many to Elizabeth, eyes soaking in how the bust presses her breasts together, how her back is left bare and smooth--her wings have been glamored, while her hair is left in its natural silver--and how her hips sway as she walks.

It gives an air of mystery to Elizabeth, something seductive and graceful; something she usually isn’t. And she’s glad for it, glad to see that it gave her the impression she wanted; but she’s even happier to know she holds his attention most.

Like now: Meliodas looks away from the noblewoman speaking to him, and his green eyes find Elizabeth immediately. Practiced as he is in such courtly meetings, Meliodas only lets his breath hitch for a fraction of a second, but his smile becomes genuine. His green eyes darken as they rove over her form, before sliding back to Elizabeth’s face. Despite the flush on her cheeks, Elizabeth can’t help but preen under the attention and she lightly runs her tongue over her red lips.

“Pardon me,” she speaks gently, flutters her lashes at the woman, who is frowning. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Not at all,” Meliodas says before the red-haired woman opens her mouth. “We were just discussing…?”

“My family’s business,” the woman adds, a little put off. “How we provided most of the plates and cutlery you see at the King’s ball.”

“Yeah, that.”

“Oh, how interesting,” Elizabeth smiles sweetly, trying to be nice. “Well, my Lady, I hope you don’t mind but I must discuss something with Lord Meliodas.”

The Lady opens her mouth, ready to speak on how she does indeed mind--

“I better go, Lady Gwen,” he says, shrugging sheepishly. “Might be important.”

Elizabeth nods in affirmation, feeling a spark of satisfaction as the woman directs a searing glare to her. She just keeps smiling, even as she takes Meliodas’ arm and gently leads him out of the ballroom.

From the King’s ballroom to the library, it does not take long to get to. For a goddess and a demon--two beings ten times stronger than mortals--it takes even less time.

Elizabeth moans as Meliodas pins her to the closed door, their lips locked in a deep kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck, just as Meliodas tangles a hand in her hair and tips her head closer to his; their tongues slide along each other, tangling and suckling. Meliodas groans and parts from her, barely letting out a breath, and drags his mouth along her jaw.

“‘Discuss something’,” he quotes in a purr, then trails hot kisses along her neck. “You’re so subtle, goddess.”

Elizabeth lets out a giggle that tapers off into a moan as his mouth suckles along that one spot. Her mouth, swollen and still holding some smeared remnants of her lipstick, spreads wider into a smile.

“I was just, ah--worried,” she says. “She didn’t seem so...yes, that’s good...n-nice.”

Meliodas smirks against her shoulder, as he smooths one hand down the front of her dress, squeezes at one breast. He draws her pert nipple between his fingers and kneads into the flesh, feeling a scorching thrill when Elizabeth moans and arches into the touch. With his other hand, Meliodas reaches beneath Elizabeth’s skirts and runs a hand up one leg, lifting it from the knee and wrapping it around his hip.

“Came to my rescue, did you?” He teases, lifting his head to lock his heated gaze with hers.

Elizabeth laughs nervously, her gaze shifting sheepishly as her hands grasp at the lapels of his suit. “I-I guess that sounds ridiculous when said like that…”

“Not at all.” He presses closer to her and kisses her again. “I like it.”

As their lips meet again, Elizabeth sighs; then she braces her other leg and pushes off the door. Meliodas groans, but lets himself fall on his back, Elizabeth straddling his hips. She sits up on his thighs and regards him through dark, hooded blue eyes. Meliodas sits up on his elbows and licks his lips, pure want pulsing through his hearts.

Elizabeth takes out her lipstick and opens it. Without removing her gaze from Meliodas’ eyes, she expertly applies the sinful red to her lips and purses her mouth to an air kiss when done. After putting the lipstick away, she reaches down to undo his tie and unbutton his white shirt until more of his neck and collarbone are revealed. Meliodas feels his breath go short, but his mouth spreads into an eager grin.

“Then I hope you don’t mind,” she drawls, “if I send her, and anyone else, a little...message.”

Not too long after, with her hands laced behind her and her chin held high, a rather smug Elizabeth steps out of the library. The red along her swollen lips is smeared again, but she regards it as a result of her hard work. As she leans on the wall beside the doors, Elizabeth catches a glimpse of the woman--right, Lady Gwen--striding towards her, her heels clacking on the floor.

“Oh, Lady Gwen,” she greets. “How are--?”

“Don’t you dare, you little harlot,” Lady Gwen nearly hisses. “I don’t care that you’re an ally to the king, or whatever, I don’t appreciate--”

Just then, the library door opens and Meliodas steps out. Along with a face and neck covered with red lip-shaped stains and a rather lazy smile, his once perfectly put together suit left all wrinkled and out of place. With lidded green eyes, he finds Elizabeth and his smile spreads into something more dreamy. Elizabeth smiles sweetly and reaches out to thread a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp before curling her hand beneath his chin. Meliodas lets out a sigh and leans into the touches, making Elizabeth giggle.

“Lady Gwen is here to see you,” she nearly purrs. “Did you want to keep talking to her?”

Meliodas doesn’t even blink. “...Who?”

The woman squawks, her cheeks flushing in anger and humiliation. Though Elizabeth feels a pang of guilt for the the lady, she only sends her a shrug that is barely attempting to be bashful. Lady Gwen growls and turns on her heel to stomp away, quickly disappearing down the hallway.

When they’re officially alone, Elizabeth cups her hands around Meliodas’ jaw and gives him a soft kiss--one that Meliodas returns hungrily, his arms wrapping around her waist, one hand stroking up her back and the other slowly making its way to her rear. Elizabeth giggles and parts from him to give him a look.

“How’s about we ditch this place?” She says with a wink.

Meliodas smirks, his green eyes gleaming. “Fuck. Yes.”

Before Elizabeth can retort, Meliodas scoops her up in his arms, holding her bridal style. Letting out a little squeak, she wraps her arms around his shoulders and pins him with a playful glare that makes Meliodas smirk wider.

Slowly, as his eyes fade to black and the demonic mark burns into his forehead, Meliodas summons up the power to teleport them back home.

“Really?” Elizabeth pouts through the dark swirls. “Did you really?”

Meliodas just snickers.

Ugh, demon boyfriends,she snorts, leaning to nuzzle his cheek with a smile. What can you do?

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