Hello, community! I've been reading so many awesome stories on this website and I knew I just HAD to try a Melizabeth. There are very few lemons on this forum, and I can't help but try to contribute to them. Please leave many reviews if you can, I really want some feedback, 'cause this is my first story. Doesn't really help that I'm still a high schooler ;P

Nanatsu No Taizai does NOT belong to me, (sadly) But I love the Elizabeth x Meliodas ship, so, so much.

I was so, so tired of his stupid antics. Did he think it was funny? Grabbing me all the time and laughing at my embarrassment. I felt myself begin to shake with anger. I was a princess, always handled with care, touched to a bare minimum. With him around, suddenly it was just hugging and squeezing and prodding all the time.

I felt like a science experiment.

"Yo, Elizabeth!" His blond locks bobbed past, and a hand darted towards my bottom as he trundled past with a mug of ale. I felt the familiar reddening in my face, though I couldn't place it as rage or embarrassment. Probably both.

"Sir Meliodas!" I stuttered, going rigid. Goddesses, maybe if I didn't freeze all the time I wouldn't be caught like this! Ergh… I tried to force myself to move, but the calloused hand that remained on my behind remained there, gently enforcing his dominance over my pathetic body. He laughed.

"We need a meat pie at table three." He sauntered off to get another mug of beer. I stared at his receding back, mixed emotions around me. What do I even want from him? I sighed and swabbed down the oak wood table before dawdling towards Ban behind the counter of the kitchen.

"I need the meat pie for table three." The smirking, white-haired man answered in his standard singsong tone.

"I've got it right here, princess!" I smiled and took the hot plate. Table three was raucous men laughing over beer. Most were red-faced and wobbly, so I tried to prepare myself for some unpleasantness.

"Meat pie for table three." I brayed cheerfully and set down the meal. The men laughed good-heartedly.

"Thank you miss." A scruffy man grunted out. A black-haired slimy looking one eyed me over, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise some. I forced a smile and tilted my head, my silver hair rippling with movement.

"Of course! Come again!" I skipped away and promptly fell on my face. "Gahhhh." I muttered, my face going bright red. I shuffled behind the counter and squatted down, covering my face with my hands. I sank against the cabinets and groaned. This was getting to be way too much for me to handle. On top of the infuriating confusion with Sir Meliodas, I was dealing with work stress. Work! I've never worked before!

"Elizabeth?" I felt Diane's voice next to me, and she laid a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, almost to tears. Why am I always crying? Why am I so pathetic?

"Are you okay?" Diane's voice split into my scrambled thoughts again. I caught blond locks over the counter and concluded that Sir Meliodas was clearly listening in. I swallowed and looked at Diane with a smile pushed onto my face.

"Of course, I'm fine, Diane! I'm just little stressed out is all." She looked worried.

"Do you want me to take over your shift for you?"

The blond locks rustled. I smiled at Diane and hoisted myself up.

"I'm totally fine, Diane. I can handle the rest of the night." Diane tugged her pigtails and smiled.

"Okay!" She walked away to serve another table. Sir Meliodas was nowhere to be seen. He must've fled before I stood up. I eyed the raucous table three. The black-haired man stared at me. His cold, emerald gaze connected with my icy blue. Shivers went down my back and I turned away to the barrels of ale on the wall. Something told me to stay away from that man. I heaved a sigh and grabbed a plate from Ban.

"Where does this go?" It was going to be a long night.

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