Chapter One: Precious

This is going to be a collection of completely M-rated one shots with no relation to one another! I'm probably going to be putting this on ao3 just in case this gets taken down as well. :) enjoy!

Set right after the defeat of Hendrickson. A suitor lies in wait for Elizabeth, and remembering Meliodas's words at the festival, she decides to give it a chance.

"My, he's handsome!" Margaret whispered to Elizabeth. "And from a powerful land too."

Elizabeth blinked twice. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Veronica huffed. "Ellie! Get your head out of the clouds! It's not everyday someone asks to court you."

Elizabeth averted her eyes. Prince Gabriel of Zorhemia was indeed a handsome man. Still, green eyes persistently flashed through her mind. She meekly looked to her father.

"Could I have a moment to think about this?" she asked.

Baltra nodded. "Of course. There's no pressure, my dear. You don't have to-"

"Excuse me!" she interjected hastily, running out of her father's bedroom.

"Ellie! Where are you going?"

Elizabeth reached her room and shut the doors behind her, barring anyone from the outside world. She felt sick to her stomach and sat on her bed, holding her abdomen. Just the prospect of letting another man touch her was unnerving to say the least. She only wanted Meliodas to-

She remembered what Sir Meliodas had said to Diane at the festival.

"I can't do something like that to someone so important to me."

She smiled sadly, touching her chest. Of course, her feelings were one-sided. He only groped her because she wasn't that important to him. Her chest tightened, and her hand clenched into a small fist.

Her heart nearly jumped out of her throat as her window was knocked much too loudly. "Yo!" the captain of the sins greeted.

"S-sir Meliodas," Elizabeth muttered. Speak of the devil, and now he appears. She turned her back on him. "What brings you here?" she asked softly, not wanting him to see her heartbroken face.

"Checking up on how your injuries are healing." In a flash, his hands were upon her body, and she felt herself quickly heat up.

She forced her voice to steady. "You shouldn't do things like that to someone like me."

Meliodas immediately retracted his hands. "Sorry, does it bother you?" He walked around to face her, but she turned her head, refusing to face him.

Elizabeth didn't answer that. "You should only do that with someone you care about," she explained, a fragile smile on her lips. She felt as if she would break apart any moment now.

Meliodas's face contorted in shock. "Wha-"

"I'm feeling a bit unwell, could you please show yourself out?" She motioned to the window.

Meliodas closed his mouth. His face was oddly serious, and Elizabeth tried to resist the urge to melt under his gaze. "Okay," he acquiesced. "Feel better, Elizabeth." He went out the same way he came in, and Elizabeth shuddered as a strong breeze came in through the window.

Closing the windows, she decided that she would give Lord Gabriel a chance.

Lord Gabriel was a tall man with dark hair and almond shaped eyes. He had shed his armor since she had last seen him and was in clothing more expected of nobles. Margaret egged her on, pushing her out into the throne room where Gabriel and their father were chatting. Gabriel's eyes lit up when his eyes came upon her. Elizabeth curtsied cutely, a blush ever present on her face.

"Lady Elizabeth," he warmly greeted. "It is an honor to be allowed in your presence." He bowed deeply.

"I don't deserve such kind words," Elizabeth protested. "You don't need to be so formal with me." Lord Gabriel walked toward her and took one of her dainty hands in his much larger one.

"How can I not? I have heard of the great feats you have performed this past year travelling with the Seven Deadly Sins. It's quite impressive." He placed a kiss on her gloved hand and flashed a white smile at her. Elizabeth giggled nervously. Gabriel directed his attention to Baltra. "Your majesty, do I have your permission to take your daughter out into the town?"

Baltra shrugged. "What say you, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth pursed her lips briefly in thoughts, but she nodded curtly. "Yes! Let's go out into the town," she agreed.

Lord Gabriel was a perfect gentleman. He offered his arm to her, and she took it, trying to ignore the ache in her chest. They chatted idly about political affairs and the weather, and Elizabeth was trying her hardest to not let her mind wander off to other places.

"Say, why don't we go visit your friends, the Seven Deadly Sins?"

Elizabeth perked up. "Eh?" If they went, she could see- She shook her head. No, she was on a date right now! It was so disrespectful to be thinking of another man. "I…don't know," she replied.

"I've always wanted to meet them. Let's go to their little hideout and pay them visit!" Gabriel decided, not giving Elizabeth a second to even argue.

Soon enough, the Boar Hat came into sight. "I've never seen anything such as this," Gabriel muttered in awe.

"Lord Gabriel, perhaps this isn't the best idea…" Elizabeth wanted to turn back before any of them saw her. Too late. Diane squealed and ran out to give Elizabeth a hug. Although she wasn't in the mood to deal with the seven deadly sins, Elizabeth was still happy to see her friend and returned the hug.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" Diane wailed. "You didn't wake up for so long, and the captain said you were feeling sick yesterday."

Elizabeth shook her head slowly. "I'm fine now. I see you're waitressing now."

Diane winked. "I'm cute, aren't I? Too bad I'm just filling in for you."

Gabriel lifted a brow. "You worked as a waitress? You, a princess?"

Elizabeth chuckled lightly. "I wasn't the best worker, but everyone was patient with me." She paused. "Everyone was so nice."

Gabriel sighed. "That is rather beneath you, don't you think?"

Elizabeth frowned. "No. It isn't."

Gabriel opened his mouth to retort, but Diane interrupted him. "The captain's inside. You guys can go in if you want. No one has come by yet today."

Gabriel nodded. "Thank you, we shall do so."

Elizabeth's anxiety only increased as they entered the bar.

"Elizabeth!" Hawk came bounding out.

Gabriel's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "A talking pig? What witchcraft is this?"

"Lord Gabriel, this is Hawk-chan."

"Head of the Scraps Disposal!" the pig said proudly. "Meliodas! Elizabeth is here."

The door to their shared room opened, and Elizabeth tried not to stare. "Elizabeth, are you feeling better-"

He locked eyes with her. His expression was blank, and his gaze shifted over to Gabriel. A stale smile appeared on his face.

"Who's this?" he asked, approaching the group.

"I am Gabriel of Zorhemia," the man answered. "I am Lady Elizabeth's escort for the day," he said affectionately, and Elizabeth refused to meet Meliodas's eyes. "I have always wanted to meet you, Lord Meliodas."

"It's nice to meet you, want some ale?"

Meliodas served Gabriel at the bar as the latter shot questions at the captain nonstop. Hawk nudged Elizabeth with his nose. "What's he doing here?" Hawk asked in a hushed tone.

"Lord Gabriel is courting me."

Hawk snorted. "That's very funny, Elizabeth." Elizabeth made no movement, she simply stared into the distance. "Wait, you're serious? Why?"

"He seems to be a good man, and he's very handsome," she replied robotically. "He's a prince from a prosperous and powerful land."

"None of those sound like reasons you like him," Hawk grumbled, and Elizabeth pouted. She knew Hawk-chan was right, but what could she do? She had to move on; she had to move on from Meliodas and find someone who cared for her.

"Elizabeth," Meliodas called out. "Listen to what your friend has just said to me."

"About your food being terrible?"

A vein bulged out of Meliodas's forehead. "No, the other thing."

Gabriel reddened and tapped his cheek. "Oh, well. I think I would only be intimate with someone I love. I don't think it's right any other way."

Meliodas clapped his hands together. "See? There you have it, Elizabeth." His smile was plastic and terse. He hopped over the bar. "He's perfect for you." Elizabeth looked at him with wide eyes, searching for answers.

He stomped into their room and slammed the door shut. Elizabeth stood up, her hands balled up at her sides. "Sir Meliodas."

She entered the room and closed the door behind her, ignoring Gabriel's shouts of "you shouldn't go into a man's room alone!"

"Sir Meliodas, is something bothering you?"

"It's not your problem," he said shortly, tousling his hair.

"If you're feeling hurt, it is my problem!" she shot back.

Meliodas pointed at the door. "That man will care about you, just like you wanted. He will give you the pleasure I never could."

Elizabeth felt anger simmer in her stomach. "Why are you saying these things?"

Meliodas scoffed. "You think I don't care about you."

"You said that you wouldn't do such perverted things with people you care about. What was I supposed to think?"

"Of course I care about you!" Meliodas bit out. "I wouldn't do those things to anyone else!"

"How am I supposed to believe that when you haven't even kissed me?" Elizabeth blurted out. She immediately regretted her words and covered her mouth.

Meliodas stood frozen in place. "Elizabeth," he muttered. "Is that what you want?" He stood underneath her chin, peering up at her red face. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Elizabeth's voice was caught in her throat. "I-I…"

Meliodas's eyes were dark and hooded, his hand on her cheek. In one swift motion, his nose was touching hers, and she felt like she could barely breathe.

"What's going on in there? Lady Elizabeth, come out!" came Gabriel's concerned voice.

"Leave them alone, you idiot!" Hawk squealed. There was a loud smack and Gabriel's pained groan trailed off as he passed out.

And with that Meliodas pressed his lips gently against Elizabeth's. She inhaled sharply through her nose, her face on fire. His lips were rougher than they were in her dreams, and somehow, that made it even better. She couldn't believe he was actually kissing her. He was being so careful with her, sucking on her lower lip. A high squeak came from her throat, and she was so embarrassed that she pulled away, hands covering her face.

"Sir Meliodas, I'm sorry I'm so unskilled," she squealed, her head hung.

"I don't care," he replied. He was breathing heavily, and Elizabeth felt her body becoming warmer. Her lips tingled, and she pressed her fingers to them.

"May I have another?" she asked shyly, her ears burning.

"I'll give you anything you ask for," Meliodas husked, kissing her once more. This kiss was hungrier, deeper. He nipped at her upper lip, and Elizabeth shuddered, unable to keep a needy moan from tearing out of her throat. Meliodas broke away from her and muttered, "fuck" underneath his breath. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.

Elizabeth yelped as he gathered her in his arms and threw her onto the bed, climbing over her body. His lips crashed into hers again, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling her closer. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she shyly opened her mouth. She poked his tongue with hers, and she felt his tongue slowly slide over hers.

There was something so erotic and intimate about the slipping and sliding of their tongues, and she shivered. The foreign sensation should have been disgusting, but it felt so good, especially since she was doing this with Sir Meliodas.

Her teeth nicked his bottom lip, and Meliodas growled deep in his throat. Elizabeth clenched her thighs together to try to stop the throbbing between her legs.

His lips latched onto her neck, and Elizabeth gasped. He sucked and nibbled at her soft skin; it was sure to leave a mark. A mark proving that she was his.

Her fingers dug into his firm, tense biceps, and she thought about how those strong arms always protected her, always held her. She held his hair tight in her hand, and he huffed, his hot breath fanning her throat.

He touched his forehead to hers. "Elizabeth, we can stop if you want to-"

"More." She started tugging at his sleeves. "More, Sir Meliodas. I want to feel you." She put her hand on his chest.

Meliodas was panting now, and the pressure in her abdomen intensified. He quickly stripped himself of his vest and shirt and started unbuttoning Elizabeth's shirt. "I want to see all of you," he rasped. Elizabeth nodded and let him continue his task. She chewed on her bottom lip. Even though he had touched her so many times, she was still nervous about him seeing her for the first time. As if he had read her mind, he paused and pecked her lightly. "Don't be afraid. You're so beautiful." He shifted, pressed himself on her leg, and Elizabeth gasped. He was so hard. "This is what you do to me."

"Sir Meliodas…" she whispered. "Please, look at me as you wish."

With one pull, she was stripped of her skirt and left in just her panties. Meliodas let out one shuddering sigh. He dragged his finger along her slit, and Elizabeth gasped, clenching her thighs around his hand. "So wet for me," he growled. He ground his palm against her crotch, and Elizabeth through her head back in pleasure.

He leaned forward and took his lips in hers once again, his hand on her tummy. Elizabeth was throbbing, and she gasped, pulling her lips away from his.

"Please, Sir Meliodas. I need, I need-" Meliodas pecked her.

"I know," he said, his voice laced with lust. He ripped off her remaining clothing as if it were covered in fire, and Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut.

"I know I may not be what you need-" She was cut off as his mouth descended upon her nipple. She choked as his teeth grazed her hard peak, and she grabbed his head, pressing him closer to her. His hot breath fanned over her skin, causing goose bumps to rise up. His tongue flicked over her pink nipple, and Elizabeth arched her back as his fingers stroked lower lips. "Sir Meliodas, are you all right with me? I'm not-"

"Haven't you realized, Elizabeth?" Meliodas sighed. "I love you."

Elizabeth's face turned even redder, and she felt faint. "Y-you love…me?"

He nuzzled her neck, planting little kisses at on her collar bone. "More than anything."

Elizabeth's bit down on her lips. "I can't believe it."

"Hm?"

"I thought you'd never feel the same way." A small tear trickled down her face. "I love you too."

Meliodas breathed in deeply and kissed her slowly, cherishing the taste and feel of her lips. She was so soft, her breasts so pliable and supple under his fingers. He teased her outer lips, and her fingertips dug into his shoulder. He spread her wetness and circled her clit, getting closer and closer. She whined as he circled away from it, and he could feel her tugging at his shirt. She covered her mouth, shyly averting her eyes, and Meliodas smiled; he knew what she wanted. He stripped himself of his clothing, and Elizabeth wouldn't meet his eyes.

His lips brushed her ear. "I thought this was what you wanted."

"It's rude to stare," she hissed as his finger traced her slit.

"Elizabeth, please look at me as you wish," he said, echoing her earlier words.

Elizabeth pouted. "That's not fai-" She was cut off as Meliodas finally pressed her clit with his thumb.

"S-sir- ah!" She was unable to do anything but moan as Meliodas gently rubbed her sensitive button.

"I'm going to put a finger in," he told her, slowly sliding in a rough finger. Elizabeth blinked, cocking her head to the side. She didn't seem to feel much.

"You can put another in," she said softly, and Meliodas nodded complying with her wishes. This time, it was clear that she was affected and slightly uncomfortable.

He gently pulled his fingers out and inserted them again, making sure it was slow and smooth. He scissored his fingers inside her, widening her opening. When he was certain it was loose enough, he curled his finger up toward her stomach, and Elizabeth jerked in place, letting out a little surprised 'ah!'

"Wh-what?"

Meliodas smirked and hovered over her, curing his finger again. Elizabeth threw her head back and gasped out his name. He moved faster, enthralled by the way her body writhed underneath him.

"Meliodas, I-" Fuck, she said his name without any honorifics. That only made him harder, and he put extra pressure into the stroke of his finger. Elizabeth's chest and face flushed, and she shuddered as she released, calling out his name. He swallowed her moans with his mouth and relished in the way that she pulled his hair.

"So beautiful," he murmured kissing her shoulder as she caught her breath.

"Sir Meliodas…" Elizabeth breathed. She cupped his face with her hands and smiled. "I want to become one with you."

He kissed the palm of her hand, his breath hot and heavy. "Are you sure?"

"Please."

He nodded and smiled warmly at her. "Anything you want, Elizabeth."

He placed himself at her entrance, taking her legs and hugging them around his waist. "I won't hurt you," he promised.

Elizabeth beamed at him, her smile soft and sweet. "I know."

Meliodas pushed the head in, gauged her reaction, saw that she was still fine, and slid himself the rest of the way in.

"You're so tight," he rasped, and Elizabeth blushed, tightening up more as a result of her embarrassment.

"D-does it feel good?" she asked shyly, hands covering her mouth.

His muscles were rippling with strain, and he nodded. "You feel so good," he said honestly. "Better than I ever dreamed," he huffed, and Elizabeth squeaked.

"You're embarrassing me," she complained. "Hurry up and move, Sir Meliodas."

He chuckled lightly and thrust slowly, keeping one arm above her shoulder to steady him. He watched as Elizabeth bit down on her lower lip and tried to get used to the feeling of something inside her. He wanted to see more of her embarrassed face. He hoisted her leg onto his shoulder, grinning as she yelped.

He grabbed onto her hips and thrust himself into her as he pulled her snug to him.

Elizabeth was having trouble keeping her composure. His…his thing was hard inside her, thrusting inside her, making him feel good. Their hips were so close, he wasn't even withdrawing from her. He was brushing the same sensitive spot from earlier, and she wasn't used to being spread open so wide.

Every time he ground his hips inside her, she couldn't help but moan. He was going too slowly. She needed more.

It was as if Meliodas had read her mind. He flipped her back onto her back. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I can't handle this anymore."

He slammed into her, and Elizabeth gasped. Her nails dug into his back as he pounded into her, overwhelming all her senses. His sweat dripped down onto her breasts, and he pinched one roughly.

"A-ah!" Elizabeth reached back behind her, holding onto the bed frame for support. The room was filled with the wet, slapping sounds of their lovemaking, and she was ashamed to say that it aroused her even more to hear his loud grunts.

Meliodas roughly stuck his hand between them to pinch her clit, and that's when Elizabeth came undone.

She screamed as she came, legs tightening around Meliodas's waist. The man groaned as she clamped down on his length. He thrust twice more before spilling his seed inside her, a moan tearing itself from his throat.

He did not dare collapse on top of her. Instead, he pulled his softening member out of her body and lay next to her, making sure she was comfortable. He rest his cheek upon her breast, and Elizabeth smiled down at him.

Hawk was shaking his little head outside of their room, keeping a close eye on the unconscious Prince Gabriel.

"What a pervert, that Meliodas."

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~mocha