Summary: Elaine hearing Ban's thoughts can lead to some interesting, if mostly silent, conversations.
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It's late. Ban and Meliodas broke out the drinks hours ago and now the whole lot of them are more than a little tipsy.

Elaine included. She's adorable like this. Rosy cheeks nearly glowing, golden eyes heavy and warm as she smiles lazily. Makes him want to snatch her across the table, taste the ale on her lips.

"Why don't you?" The question seems innocent enough, posed to no one in particular. But Ban can see the mischief in her eyes.

Reading my thoughts again? Naughty, naughty, Elaine. You know that's dangerous.

Her brow lifts, a silent taunt he can read even without magic. I like danger. But she says nothing aloud, waiting, knowing he'll cave so the game won't end.

Would you like that, Elaine? Being dragged into my arms, taking your place next to my heart? Showing everyone that I'm yours and no one else's?

"Does anyone need anything?" Elizabeth offers, ever almost annoyingly helpful.

"More," Elaine replies amidst a chorus of others. But she doesn't offer her cup, doesn't repeat herself to be heard above the crowd. Because the single word was for Ban.

And damn if he doesn't love the demand in it.

More? Would you want me to kiss you, Elaine? I could do that. Capture those pretty lips of yours and steal your breath away.

His bright gaze meets hers over the rim of his cup, wickedness dancing in their depths. He finishes the drink, licks his lips too slowly and savors the catch in her breath.

That enough for you?

"Of course not." A challenge. And this time a few others look her way because she no longer cares to keep her voice down. The longing as she looks at him, the need, he can't get enough.

Of course not, he repeats, and even in his mind the words are passionate, the heat of them burning in her cheeks. No of course not. Would you want me to consume you, Elaine? Devour you like the sin I am? That's the fun thing about greed, instead of one kiss, I could steal them all. Touch every last inch of you. Keep you in my arms and never let you go.

That's where I'm truly greedy. I want your pleasure, your love. Elaine, I want all of you.

"Ban!" A desperate whisper as she reaches out, her entire body trembling. His long fingers grasp her hands, pull her drifting form clear over the table and tight against him. So soft, so sweet. And all his.

She curls into his chest, eyes closing. Everyone else probably assumes she's falling asleep. But her lips press against his heart, curling triumphantly when she feels how violently it hammers.

Her second kiss is slower, lips dragging against his skin. His sharp teeth snap shut, biting back a gasp.

Then Ban is on his feet. "Elaine's beat. We're gonna call it a night."

When he reaches the stairs, his long legs take three at a time. And his mouth is hard against hers as soon as they're out of sight.