A huge thanks to galfridus for beta-ing this work !

It is one of those beautiful, ancient things, unique and ageless that you'd find in the antique shops among old oak tables and crackled paintings. It comprises an hourglass-shaped, carved ceramic foot, polished with age and countless touches, a cache cupping the edison light bulb visible through the sheer veil, delicate and fine as lacework; a simple, yet elegant lamp.

Meliodas fell in love with her the very moment she plugged him next to her bed.

Every time Elizabeth- turns him off, he tries not to think too hard about the way he knows that she's laying just there on that bed, a few centimeters away from where he is standing in the dark, and sighing deeply in her sleep, sometimes mumbling soft mindless, incoherent things.

Sometimes she leaves the switch on, though, and does not go to sleep immediately.

She rests on her back, all but naked on the mattress and writhing in the sheets as her breathing grows stronger, faster, he can feel it deep inside him, just as her fingers wander down to cup her breast and roll the heavy flesh in her palm. He doesn't know what to think of this, it's- unusual, but he knows that this happens every now and then. It is perhaps once or twice a week that Elizabeth takes a bit longer than usual to fall asleep, and plays with her body instead.

It does make him sweat, unusually so, as condensation droplets start pearling around his ceramic where the electricity has been running a bit faster than usual in the cables, hot against cold atmosphere...

Her other hand snakes down to, without further preamble, slip under her white, white panties, running over her soft silver furs and even lower where she is hot and wet and aching. Her finger seems to twist under the fabric, sliding between her folds, nudging them apart, and then slipping into her wet core with a sharp intake of breath.

The worst parts of it all are the sounds she makes, and Meliodas, from his spot on the bedside table, can only see the side of her body, her voluptuous shape, her tongue licking her plump lips, and for a crazy second wishes that he could trail the fabric of his veil on her sensitive flesh.

He can see the motions of her hands hastening, as her thumb toys with her clit in round, steady circles, pressing down and teasing. Her back arches with a high-pitched moan, and the hand kneading her breast comes to the side of her head, on his side, clutching the sheets with unhidden tension.

Slowly her hand kneads the mattress and crawls involuntarily toward the bedside table where the lamp rests, and her fingers hit the switch, turning Meliodas off. A drop of condensation splashes against the wood.

"Shit!" Irritated, she fumbles in the sheets before turning him on again, and resumes her caresses.

Her movements are now hurried and frantic with the aching need to release, and as she caresses her body she plays with the lamp. Her index finger pokes at the switch repeatedly, almost pressing on it, but not quite, just so that the electricity in his cables wavers a bit... As her movements quicken he wonders why she is doing this - touching him - at such a moment, then decides he really could not care less. He feels his own delight as his light flickers in time with her fingers pumping in and out of her sex. She rocks steadily against the bed, and would notice that his lightbulb is more bright than usual if not for the fact that she was already busy.

She's close, so close to the peak, her two fingers slipping inside her wet cunt, her thumb playing and rubbing harder and hurriedly on that one spot that makes her moans turning into tiny, high-pitched screams - her finger pokes harder at the switch, pulls on the cable lightly, the light is at its brightest, wavering a bit like the flame of a candle…

At once she twists, and her back bows against the mattress with a loud, open scream, her pleasure evident and audible, and the lightbulb is powered to an impossible capacity until it shatters.

She is left panting in the dark room, and does not see the way the bulb holder has burnt a bit on the side, only smells the faintest scent of smoke... Although it doesn't worry her. This lamp is old after all, although she has had to change the lightbulb quite frequently these past few weeks.