The Eighth Avenue Express
by JacklynnFrost

Part Two:

'This makes me stand out more.' Elizabeth thinks, but she has already changed in the bathroom and with the subway screeching to a halt, she doesn't have the time to redress. It's too big for her, with the round black buttons from her bust to her knees it resembles a sack. The belt helps, but even that is too big. Rather than buckle it loosely at it's tightest hole, she looped and tugged it tight to cinch her waist.

Somehow, she still likes it though. With it tied in, it does look comfy and very much like Carmen Sandiego but what she finds most appealing is that her stranger bought it for her. She thinks she knows where his mind went when he found it and she is attempting to make that guessed at fantasy come to fruition.

It's busier today. The couple beside her gushes about a new place opening downtown and something about an event but she dismisses their chatter as she squeezes into the packed train car. Bodies are everywhere. She dips, pushes and maneuvers her way to the center bar, to their meeting place. Elizabeth doesn't see him until the last moment with all the commotion. Instantly, as soon as their warm gazes meet they are pressed together and he smirks, tips up to kiss her in a gentle greeting, then drops to the floor.

"What..." She starts as his knees hit the linoleum and his fingers deftly unloop the belt. Elizabeth burns. "You can't open it." Her panicked eyes meet the top of his head, his cowlick sticking up but he doesn't respond and she isn't sure if he's heard. She releases the bar just as the subway starts its moving and her foot steps wide to steady her balance while her hands grip the front of her coat to remain closed. Immediately, his knee spreads to rest at her inner ankle but he doesn't go for her buttons like she expects.

Her stranger lifts the bottom hem up to her thighs, kisses each of her legs with smirking lips and she watches him bend, ducking under her coat. She gasps, her hands fixing her coat to make it look as sack-like as possible before both her fists grip around the pole before her. Elizabeth's eyes flit around the train car as his hands roam freely up her thighs, on either side of her hips and with the barest caress feels up to and along the underside of her breasts. Her work clothes are shoved in her purse and right now she is wavering on whether or not it was such a good idea to be naked for him under this coat.

She intended it to be a gift in thanks for his gift but somehow she's the one being rewarded as the stubble of his jaw deliciously scratches up her inner thigh. He hums, the slight vibrations against her flesh jolt her heart to flutter, her tummy warms and she feels her most private of flesh weep for him. 'It's him.' She thinks in hazy alarm. 'He's my personal sex catnip. This isn't about being an exhibitionist.' The realization comes just as her stranger's nose slips against her core, his hands grab at her waist as if she were about to escape just as he caught her. He inhales, smelling her and his hot exhale has her squirming... but she spreads her stance that much wider.

Elizabeth feels him chuckle more than hears and when she looks down she sees her coat moving as his head does. To ease her own anxiety about peepers, she holds the collar out and away from her body. She is overheating anyway with all the sensations building inside her. His palms glide over the curve of her ass and his grip squeezes, harsher than he's ever been, surprising a little gasp from her as his tongue touches her slit for the first time.

That same humming sensation occurs, his breath sending tingles through her legs and she tightens her hold on the bar to stay upright. It's a good thing too as his elbow dips against her thigh to guide it up. She follows his lead, trailing her calf up and over his shoulder to wrap there, her core opening for him to feast on. His torso rumbles under her leg as he viciously devours her underbelly.

This has happened so quickly she's in a state of pleasant shock, but her adrenaline catches up as feelings flood her in a multitude of ways.

Her red coat follows her leg, stretching to part until it strains tight, held together from the bottom button. His tongue languidly explores her folds before lashing at her clit as if angry then returning to his gentle touches. He speaks, his lips moving and breath warm against her slickness but Elizabeth has lost auditory function. She has blocked out all noises around her, full of too many other inputs. His palm kneading her ass, his other slipping along her thigh to join his mouth and his fingers toy with her opening.

Elizabeth bends, her head taps and rests on the glinting metal pole, her breath fogs across it. She pinches her eyes closed and bites her lip to keep her mouth shut, having a hard time focusing on holding the coat out, let alone being silent while so many people are around. He suckles on her swollen nub and she gasps, neck arching back and the pulses at her core quicken. They echo his movements, driving her mad and two of his fingers enter her with a harsh thrust up. His hold on her ass squeezes, pushing her hips into his face as if she isn't close enough for him.

She looks down the top of her coat, eyes wide and full of anticipation as he fucks her with his fingers, his tongue stretching and lapping at her clit. It's barely lit in there from the overhead lights but she can make out the crown of his head pressing against the inside of her coat and the contours of his face as he intimately kisses her. His eyes flash up to hers, unfocused, with his eyelids fluttering. She watches his arm thrust and as his fingers reach inside of her. Keening whimpers escape from her.

His lips grin, she can feel them move against her wetness and on the cusp of her orgasm the subway shifts and a body bumps into her from behind causing her raw slit to glide over his face. Elizabeth tumbles into her pleasure, her legs shaking and her grip is white-knuckle tight on the pole. She feels as if she were a ball of yarn strung so tight and he's yanked her into a spirling unravel that's moving too quickly. Her knee gives out and her other hooked over her shoulder is all that keeps her up until he catches her, supporting her with his straining biceps muscles.

Her head tips back, her long breathy moan lasts the entirety of her cores quaking, and not a drop of tension remains in her as it passes. He stops his tasting, retreating his fingers from her gripping core to kiss her mons, up across one hip bone then runs his lips across the little curve of her belly to her other side. His hands are coarse but feel her ardently, his flesh on hers like a trickling stream of sensation as he moves up. The side of his face trails along her belly, his knuckles rippling over her ribs and she feels as if she is filling up, brimming over with something.

Sounds return. The ruffling of clothes, coughing, and clearing of throats paired with the muffled voices of those around her overtake the repetitive whooshing of the moving bullet train. She moves her leg down, embarrassed as she fixes her coat to give him the most room to explore her body. The subway car is rumbling, people talking all around but when he speaks his voice carries, his lips caressing her flesh. "Today is my most favorite of all my days." It's low enough that she correctly assumes he didn't think she would hear. Elizabeth processes his words slowly, still affected by her earth-shattering orgasm and the bubbling impending eruption of her affection towards this man.

Her eyes flit around to the other passengers but with so many, they blend into the crowd. He's squatting but taking up a single person space so no one appears to have noticed them, or, that Elizabeth can tell anyways. His touch is different, it has been since the very start when her hand accidentally touched his when they met. Her heart pounds, the wings in her tummy flap and flutter but it's too much, she's a cup brimming a bubble of liquid at the edge of her. Any more and she fears she'll fall apart. "Please..." She whispers, dipping her chin into the neck of her coat. "I want to talk to you."

Her beautiful stranger reluctantly separates from her, his fingers trailing, his lips leaving final kisses and he smirks up at her before dipping low while lifting the hem of her coat. In a quick hop, he's standing before her, nonchalant as his hand wraps around hers over their pole. She looks at him, having so many questions but the urge to taste herself on his tongue is undeniable.

His blonde messy locks draw her hand and she combs her fingers through it, resting her palm at the back of his neck as she stares into him. She wets her lips, looking to his as the only clue of what she wants before succumbing to her urges. Elizabeth doesn't invade his mouth. Instead, her lips to his are as soft as flower petals. She sips from him as if he is the sweetest of teas, her tongue only seeking the flavor of his lips, a small sample full of gentle affection. "What's your name?" She whispers, moving softly against him.

His scent washes over her, the comfort of him adds to her relaxation and pooling warmth. He returns her sweetness, his mouth curving against hers but gives her a fervor kiss before he leans away just enough to tenderly gaze at her face. He inhales through the nose, looking at her as if trying to memorize all the miniscule details and facets of her. "I'm Meliodas." He says, eyes dimming and smile falling to rest downward, resigned. "I'm very glad to meet you." Her stranger finishes, his hands find the belt of her coat and he loops it, pulling it tight with finality before resting his hands on her hips.

The subway begins to slow and in tandem, they both look to the side window with weary acceptance as the tunnel outside flashes by, knowing their time is running out. She turns back to him first. "Meliodas?" Her voice is reverently testing, her tongue finding the sounds pleasing and his green eyes grow aflame with the enchanting way she said his name. "My... uh, well my internship is going to run out next week so I won't be able to ride our Metro after that." Any hint of fire in his orbs dies, ash leveling as his expression grows tight.

Elizabeth will be finishing her college hours this semester after her boss finishes her paperwork and she'll be released from her internship in time for her finals. Outside of that, she has four interviews lined up for next week as she needs to have a job in order to pay for her apartment. She's lucky to have a paid internship as it is.

All of these things, she wants to share but Meliodas nods, his hands leaving her waist to cup her face as if already saying goodbye. "I'm scheduled to make three more coffee runs until then." She means that they will have time to figure it out, to swap numbers or set up a date but the poor man, who is no longer a stranger, interprets it as only having a total of one more hour of her in his life. His hands drop from her porcelain skin.

The rails squeak, people move around them to give themselves better positions to rush the platform but Elizabeth stays as they come to a stop. She looks to his pinched brow and notes that his jaw is clenched, his teeth grinding slightly but he's fighting it, trying to look neutral. "Are you... okay?" Elizabeth compassionately questions but the light changes over the doors. In a rush, she graces his lips with her same sweet, soft kiss goodbye, only this time he fists her coat and forces her to step into him. He dominates her mouth, expertly and thoroughly, leaving her utterly breathless before he releases her when she is back on steady feet.

Their time is running thin and she scrambles to tell him the next day she'll be on the train before spinning and going. As always she stops on the platform and looks back to see him through the bubble window but today is different. He hadn't followed and there is no sweet smirk or overhand wave to see her off.

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She took off her leggings before slowly, carefully walking to the subway station so her tiny little dress doesn't ride up and show off her round behind. If she raises her arms even an inch, the undercurve of her ass will peek out to say hello. She wore red underwear for the occasion but sadly she forgot her new favorite coat on the hook in her apartment this morning. Elizabeth has a note in her purse with her phone number and full name. 'It's so explosive between us as soon as we're together everything else falls to the wayside until we are out of time.' She thinks with a knowing, eager smirk.

There is a repeat, her body instinctively slickens as the railcar comes to a noisy stop, echoing in the underground terminal. People mill about, filing in and out and she enters the section of their subway on the Eighth Avenue Express. There are free seats but she knows where she wants to go and as she stands beside the bar, her grip on it low to accommodate her indecent dress as her eyes search the people.

A thrill shoots down her spine as she feels as if she is being watched. Her awareness heightens at the thought of him hunting her or wanting to surprise her. She wants to be his prey and she warmly remembers Meliodas' hoodie. A man is sitting a row up and she bends only slightly to not show her rear but the face under the hood is not her strangers. The subways begins to move and she rights herself with furrowed brows, moving in a slow rotation around the pole to try and find him.

It takes a few moments and thousands of her rapid heartbeats before her stomach drops. The last image of him she has is his resigned goodbye last time. He told her his name and Elizabeth fears that she ruined this somehow. She bites her lip, crossing her legs as she dislikes so much of her skin showing now that she knows he isn't here to look and touch.

No more than five minutes pass before a hand grips the pole over hers and she spins, hopeful alarm spreads across her face. The touch is different though, the palm isn't as rough, the grip over her own is trapping rather than embracing. "Hey." The man's voice is sprinkled with cockiness. He's taller, dark brown hair and assessing eyes that matched. He smirks, very unlike Meliodas and Elizabeth tugs, having to tug a second time even harder to free herself of the place she had wanted to be so desperately moments before.

"Do I know you?" She asks, trying for politeness but her voice is high in fear and she winces at herself, eyeing a seat beside an older woman knitting out of a canvas sack bag. "Your boyfriend did not show up today." The man's eyebrows waggle suggestively and she's instantly mortified. "I'd gladly stand in, you naughty voyeur." He reaches for her dress hem, fingers stretching and Elizabeth slaps it away, glaring before she spins on her heels and takes a seat next to an older woman.

Vaguely she looks over to Elizabeth. "Wearing that, you're basically asking for it." The old crone coos condescendingly.

"No, no one is entitled to my body and especially not for the fabric I chose to cover it in." Elizabeth hisses her retort as she crosses her arms, absolutely livid and severely disappointed as this is not how she thought this day would go.

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There are two more coffee runs left before her internship ends and Elizabeth remembers her coat this time, thinking of the dark-haired man that had obviously been watching them. She shivers, nervous about returning to the subway, but wanting another chance to give Meliodas her information.

This time, when the screeching comes her stomach drops and flops, her heart sputtering with soft hope and her eyes burn as they fill. She swallows thickly, enters the subway when it stops and nervously taps her way to the center pole. She doesn't feel him, not even eyes on her and she leaks one, and then another tear, as she realizes he isn't coming anymore. 'Maybe being strangers was his kink and after I knew his name... I missed my chance with him.'

Elizabeth though, she has other things in her life and she focuses on her internship and studying for her finals. She interviews for a position and does well, in her opinion. Her life goes on but each night she thinks of her beautiful stranger, Meliodas, and wonders what might have been if she had used her words better or acted sooner.

Diane comes back from her coffee run, two tiers of cups still in her hands as she rushes to her desk. "We're going for ice cream tonight!" She gushes. "I suggested going for coffee but, you know, since he works at the shop." Diane devolves into giggles before beaming at Elizabeth while turning to pass out the office's orders. Tomorrow is their last day, Elizabeth's final coffee run. There is a small little nugget of jealousy but the dominant feeling is happiness that her friend Diane got a happy ending.

The rest of her day and night goes by in a blur.

She dresses with him in mind, a skirt with a lower cut blouse but skips the coat, trying to tell herself she isn't thinking about him. That her decisions, no matter how small, are not with him in mind. The time trickles by. The seconds like minutes and minutes like hours until it's time for the coffee run. Elizabeth tells herself it's the last one, that from here on out the chances of her being free to take their train, to that part of the city, at this particular time, is very slim.

Elizabeth sighs as she heads out, her heaviness not leaving as she steps down into the cool underground. She sees all the other people waiting for the subway, already pulled up and waiting and vaguely peers around. On autopilot she follows the crowd, one of the last to enter and with no hurry at all, she pushes and wiggles her way to the center pole.

The subway rocks into motion before she reaches her support bar and everyone shifts, her included. She catches her footing, solemnly looking to the pole. A hand is there and she zeros in on it. Her heart soars, her face alight in pure optimism. She nears, dipping around a stray elbow but the man isn't Meliodas and she watches him release the pole to face the seats, switching hands for a better grip as Elizabeth's shoulders drop. In the center of the subway car she wraps her fingers around the metal, her last hopes dashed.

Not a moment later a warm body presses to her back. She flinches, jabbing an elbow back quickly which makes solid contact with hard ribs but the soft, "Ow, fuck," that follows her jab stops her heart and movements. She starts to turn but he presses them closer, the pole hitting her chest and she looks down and slightly back to see his dark hoodie ends dangling around her hips. "You can't look at me." Meliodas starts, "I mean, for my plans, if it's okay." His voice dips low and she can't pin the tone but eagerly she nods, stopping herself from peeking at his face for a better clue.

She has so many questions and before she loses her senses she reaches into her bag, digging around to find her name and number pre-written down. Her fingers grip around the slip of paper but his hand gliding over her waist draws her attention. His knuckles slide over the silk of her blouse and what he has between his fingers gives her a start.

"Oh." She breathes, looking at the square foil with wide eyes. Absently she pulls the paper from her bag as she answers his unasked question. "Yes." She whispers, "Please." Her eyes pinch as he leans forward, going to his tiptoes to kiss her at the back of her neck, just under her ear, in appreciation. She bends away from the caress to give him more access and he exhales hotly as she listens to the tear of the foil and feels his hand and cock pressed to her rear as he rolls it over himself.

The thought and shock of what they are about to do turns to liquid warmth as it pools in her lower tummy. She shifts her thighs in impatience and curses herself for wearing panties. He lifts the back of her skirt and feels his scoff on her nape. "Do you trust me?" He whispers and although she pauses for a moment, she tilts her head back enough to feel her cheek against the side of his face. Her nod is subtle and gentle. "Good, because I need your panties out of our way and I don't want to scare you." He replies and she can hear his smirk, can picture it in her mind.

All thoughts vanish as cold steel touches her rear and she clams up, knowing it's a knife at her backside. She doesn't have time to assess where she went wrong as it slides against her, looping into her panties before he twists it. The blade slices through her underwear and it, along with his knife, is pulled away. "Oh." She breathes, her body now pulsing and adrenaline pools her cream along her slit as she thinks, 'He just cut my panties off.'

It's hot and aggressive and Elizabeth finds it thrilling that he cannot resist. She feels him adjust, snuggle up to her ass with his hoodie slipping wide, and he lines his hard dick to her bare entrance. She pushes her booty back, assisting and nonverbally giving him permission. In one solid thrust, he enters her. He's thick, and although his length isn't anything to sneeze at, it's his girth that impresses.

Elizabeth arches back, her neck stretching until it rests on his shoulder behind her. In their position, clothed and hiding from the other passengers, he moves gently, rocking with the motion of the subway. His dick surges, her core gripping at him as she rotates her hips as best she can. His arms fold around her, embracing her in a protective bear hug. His lips trail up her neck as he nuzzles her, rocking into her subtly, but enough to drive her into mewling softly. She's fuller than ever, his hardness slipping between her thighs and his rhythm has her quaking internally.

Her gasps are breathy, hot exhales and he soaks them in, his hands shaking as they roam up her belly over her shirt. Meliodas cups her breast, fondling her in the hopes that everyone is too busy to watch. She grinds back against him and his solid stance resists, pushing himself further inside her.

Meliodas groans, his teeth graze along her shoulder as his lips part in a mock bite and he rocks a bit harsher. He's unable to refuse her welcoming warmth, the embrace of her gripping pussy walls has him losing his mind. It's taking all his concentration to keep his movements subtle as his instinct is to claim her, to mark her with sucking kisses, to ram into her until he's the only thing on her mind. He doesn't know she's already taken with him, and as her soft breathing shallows and her pussy walls grip, he feels her closing in on her orgasm. His thighs tense, his balls tighten as feeling her around him is the best place he's ever been. He is only able to hold off spilling right then with the thought that he's never seeing her again- that he wants their only time together to be memorable to her in the best of ways. 'She's leaving me where she found me.'

Her lips separate, her face angles to the fluorescent lights on the ceiling and she can't breathe as a cascade of electric pulses spread up from the spot his dick hits, just right, inside. She comes apart and at this moment he is all she can think about. The paper in her fingers slips from her slackening grip, unnoticed. She unravels, and feeling her squeezing around him, milking him, it coaxes his pleasure, demands it. His legs flex taut from calf to glute and he cums in seemingly endless spurts as he groans against her neck.

The subway car slows, people around them start to gather up their bags and shuffle around. She's panting, regaining her bearings and Meliodas, still semi-hard, slips from her with a wide shift of his hips to tuck himself back into his slacks. He rights her skirt, sweetly attempting to unwrinkle her clothes as best he can, his hand pets over her rear when her beautiful face, flushed and satisfied, looks to him.

His eyes roam over her features but he can't meet her eyes. The subway squeaks to a stop as her hands weave into his locks and her plump lips brush his, bittersweet, as he thinks it's a goodbye kiss. In his mind, her kisses are just like her, perfectly soft but so fleeting as both of them leave him forever changed. She inhales him, finally at ease with him at her side once more and she smiles against his lips glad to be reunited.

She has so many questions, where he's been these last few trips and wanting to know almost every bit of information a person should have about another before dating. They skipped quite a few steps but this works for her. Meliodas pulls away first, taking her hand and guiding her to follow the other passengers now exiting the subway. She's still in a bit of a haze from the surprise sex and she doesn't question it as he moves onto the platform with her, walking across the yellow caution line of the subway station floor.

"I wish we hadn't met," Meliodas tells her. He releases her hand as she flinches, her palm raising to cover her mouth as it slackens. "Nothing will taste as sweet, be as soft or make me feel so much, now that you've slipped through my fingers." She's lost, a vast sea opens inside her and she bobs in the center trying to make sense of how she got here and why it seems like this is a final farewell.

Confused, she looks to her hand for the paper with her phone number and she fumbles with her bag as she hopes it is inside. But, in the moment it takes her to look away, Meliodas returns to the subway car. The doors shut as she speaks, "I don't want this to be over-", she starts but he's not where she left him. Her eyes instinctively know where to look and he has no reaction as the subway starts it crawl-like pace, away.

"No." Elizabeth starts, a bubble of panic bursting as she steps over the line, toward him. His eyes widen, fearful she'll come closer to the moving metro, that perhaps she is still recovering from their torrid tryst. "My phone number!" She yells and his gaze grows impossibly wider, mishearing her from the motions and people around him. The rail car picks up its pace, moving along and she doesn't stop, another step closer as she reaches forward as if to force them back together.

A man neither of them knows grabs her upper arm and hauls her back, a firm expression on his face as he does not release her until the subway has vanished down the tracks. Meliodas' words are more true to her, understood in a way that twists her heart, now that he's slipped from her fingers as well. She wrenches her arm from the man, who holds his hands up as if she had a gun and walks away with a scowl. Elizabeth is left, lost and alone on the platform, feeling as if her heart has dropped a hundred feet and that there is no way to get it back.

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Her last final exam is complete, she's officially between jobs and it's been a week and a half since Meliodas gently took her on their train. She looks to her phone for the time and if she's planned it right, from this part of town she can hit their Metro car just right, although she'll have to ride for a while. It's worth it to her as she makes her way.

Today, she wore overalls, ones that are hard to get out of so will be extra difficult to get into. Elizabeth wants her wits about her and his skin to hers scatter her thoughts. She still isn't sure what happened to the paper with her phone number and that bothers her, deeply, as she feels it is her fault their goodbye seemed so final.

She catches the subway. Two stops from where she normally gets on. Lately, in her limited spare time from her internship and finishing college, she's been googling and searching for Meliodas. 'How is it so hard to find someone with such a unique name? I must be spelling it incorrectly.'

Elizabeth keeps her eye out, each boarding passenger gets a disappointed frown and each hooded man about his size gets a double-take. While she waits she scrolls through public people on social media and when the names go too far off, she guesses another spelling. 'Unless that isn't his real name?' She fears internally as that question buzzes at her insecurities like flies on rotting fruit. Elizabeth is obsessing, she knows it, but she needs closure. His final expression paired with his parting words gives her the conclusion that he thought she was ending it. She knows it falls to her to find him, that he probably isn't even looking or trying to see her again.

Her usually boarding station comes and she rides for even longer, past her usual stop to then get off at the next one. She knows so very little about Meliodas, but she remembers him mentioning going to work so early just to see her on the train. An idea sparks and she hits businesses on her smartphone, the first thing that pops up is a Bar, the owner is named Meliodas. She selects maps and with walking directions its two blocks from the subway. Her heart jumps as it lines up, he would take this subway to work!

With eager steps, she follows her phone's GPS. It isn't until she is on the street she needs that it dawns on her it's not open. She's so close that she decides to follow the sidewalk until a wooden side hanging over the cement comes into view that reads, "Boar's Hat." It's in old fashioned letters, a pig shape under the words. The front windows are clean, the wooden plank siding is dark, faded and in front is a nice porch. There is a smaller one above, but the floor upstairs has a ladder with buckets. It's a clear sign that work is being done.

There is no closed sign but the lights are off. It doesn't stop her though as she is curious and invested in this outcome. She climbs the steps up the porch to knock. With her first tap, the wood shifts in the frame and with a harder push the door swings wide before she yells inside, "Hello?" The bar is backlit, rows of amber liquid are showcased with the light, stools under the bartop. Elizabeth doesn't enter, feeling as if it is wrong with the place obviously being empty.

She turns just as a man's voice calls out. "We open in two hours!" She stops to look as the side door beside the bar opens, light spills into the room from what she sees is a kitchen and a tall man with spiking white hair wearing a rather dirty apron with the pig logo on it, assesses her. "You lost?" He asks, his eyebrow quirking as he picks up the end of his apron to wipe his hands on it.

"I was... looking for someone, maybe you know him?" Elizabeth's voice is tentative as she is unsure if she is in the right place so she does feel lost. The man's head tilts to the side, it's his only indication he heard and is waiting. "Meliodas?" She asks, standing up and stepping in, her hands fold together before her in a nervous habit as her thumbs move over one another.

"Yeah, he's the bartender." His eyes narrow. Elizabeth nods at his words, her heart racing and eyes widening alongside her smile as she hopes she's found him. She thanks the tall man, before releasing her hands to reach for the door handle intent to pull it closed, but stops to make sure this Meliodas is her stranger. "Messy blonde hair and green eyes?" Elizabeth bites her lip as she didn't think adding, 'smells like heaven and sex' would help this man confirm any identities.

The man stares, it feels like minutes before his head tips back and he laughs, touching his belly as if to hold it in place. "Come in." He turns, flipping some switches that light up the rest of the open area showing off wooden tables, a dartboard in the far corner and two pool tables. He moves to behind the bar, picking up a towel to loop over his shoulder. She doesn't follow, peering around wearily before he calls out, "Is this who you are looking for?"

He's holding up his phone, from across the room she can only make out broad details but the picture is enough to draw her in. She lets the door glide shut as she bellies up to the bar, her eyes filling as she sees Meliodas' smiling face with a shot glass to his lips in the image on this guy's phone. "Yeah." She hushes, her throat thick. He taps at his phone before pausing, inquiring softly, "Just to be sure, how did you meet?"

Instantly, her face softens. "On the Eighth Avenue Express." She answers and her new friend grins, tapping his phone with finality before putting the device to his ear. Vaguely he motions behind him, "You want something while you wait?" Elizabeth peers over his shoulder but it's all hard liquor and she isn't fond of it. Still, she reaches for her wallet, asking softly, "A Washington Apple, please." The man chuckles again, refusing her outstretched ten-dollar bill and telling her, "I'm Ban." She is about to give her own name but Ban looks away, a lower buzz coming from his receiver and she sits taller as he makes her the drink with a heavy shot of Crown Apple.

"Well fuck you too, Captain." Ban quips into his receiver. "Just thought you'd like to know a woman is here for ya." Ice clinks, he eyes her over before chuckling. "Is your name Elizabeth?" He leans his head in toward her and she nods. Ban cups his hand over the receiver as if to block Meliodas from hearing. "He asked me if you have 'to die for tits', but it's a question I can't really answer. Ya'know?" Her face burns as he pushes her the glass cup with her drink and his phone speaker reaches its limit as Meliodas yells but she cannot make out what he says.

Ban laughs, his tongue poking out playfully and Elizabeth looks down at her cup, wrapping her shaking hand around it. "Her cheeks flush all pretty-pretty pink, I think I embarrassed her." Ban says before laughing again, "It's not like I can force her to stay, so again, it's something I can't really guarantee." He confusedly looks at his phone but Meliodas' name flashes before going dark. It's obvious he hung up as Ban tucks it in his pants with a shrug.

"How's the drink?" He asks, trying to be polite but she hasn't taken a sip yet and she feels cornered into trying it now. It's good and she nods, the alcohol not helping the warmth of her face calm but the nerves in her belly ease. For a while, he makes small talk and Elizabeth relaxes as he explained that Meliodas is on the way. It's not ten minutes later that they hear tires squeal out front. "Must be him." Ban announces, picking up his towel, tapping his knuckles on the top of the bar before walking to the kitchen door, "It was nice meeting you, Elizabeth." He says before disappearing through the doorway.

She's alone for all of thirty seconds before she stands, anxious on her own. No one comes in and she steps toward the front door, bending to peer out the window where they heard the tires squeal. Elizabeth sees a few people milling around, cars on the road and she spins in a circle while wringing her hands, unsure what to do. A door slams, Ban's voice sounds in the kitchen and she angles that way as the kitchen door opens once more and there is her stranger, standing wide and panting with clothes in disarray.

The two look the other over, eyes lingering and they both smile to the other in the same moment as they step in tandem, closer. Behind Meliodas, the door swings shut and Ban's laugh echoes as they meet in the middle. "Hi." She whispers and he smirks around his reply of, "Yo." And the same desperate feelings spark, only amped up from being apart for seemingly so long. The gap between them disappears as they urgently come together and hands grip, tugging at clothes to pull the other closer. Their lips crash together, no time spared before their tongues dance, intertwining with hot breaths and throaty groans.

Her body reacts being so near Meliodas and tasting him has set her into overdrive. She slickens, her hands shaking and his are rough as they tug her shirt up. Elizabeth understands his desire, her own fingers searching over his chest to find the buttons preventing him from being revealed to her. The thought of finally seeing him, truly, it sets her movements into top speed where her roughness surprises him, but is an utter delight.

He's hard, her creamy soft skin driving him wild and as they break to breath, his face slips down her jaw to her neck. "I've wanted to see you, to feel you like this- without the limitations, for so long." His voice groans against her neck as she undoes his shirt, flipping it back and down his shoulders. He growls, reluctant to pull away but disdainfully doing so to rip his arms through the sleeves, baring his contoured chest to her while abandoning his shirt on the floor of the bar.

She takes him in, looking from his strong biceps, across his hard pecs and then over his abs. All of this has been hiding from her and she reaches, eager to finally get her hands on him. "You next." His smirk makes his eyes crinkle, wasting no time to lift her shirt to reveal her black lace bra.

Elizabeth slips her purse down to her elbow as she angles to pull her top off but the door to the kitchen shakes and Meliodas takes her wrist, spinning her toward the back where the pool tables sit. Ban's head pokes out, leaning into the bar and he laughs, catching a flash of her bra covered tits before they can move away quick enough to escape. "They are nice," Ban mutters as the two disappear into Meliodas' back office. Elizabeth giggles softly as Meliodas ushers her in with a grin and Ban is glad to see his friends smiling again.

Meliodas' office barely has room for the desk and two people inside makes it feel even smaller. On the desk is papers, a laptop cord and a bundled up brown accordion file on the wood top. The walls are newly painted, the shelves behind his chair are arranged with various items and Elizabeth spots a swatch of white fabric with a little bow in the center. As soon as Meliodas shuts the door behind him he fumbles for her shirt once more, cooing, "This is the first time we've been alone together." She tosses her purse to his spinning office chair, helping by undressing as quickly as she can, nodding with his assessment.

Elizabeth kicks off her pants and tosses down her shirt with her hair cascading down around her shoulders falling from the fabric. In a blink, she's only in her panties and bra. She dives into him, it's more forceful than she intends. Meliodas loses his step and his back slams into the door behind him as her hot mouth searches his. Her almost bare chest presses to his and there is a jolt of adrenaline from the contact of their belly's meeting, hips seeking and pressing. Flesh to flesh in such a way, after restrained for so long, is consuming them.

"Tell me you have a condom." Elizabeth hushes against the side of his lips as she forces the front of Meliodas' jeans to open. Her hands push and his join her struggle before he's bobbing free, hard as ever and she steps back to look. Meliodas groans, leaving his pants behind as he refuses to allow any gap between them.

His hard cock rubs against her thigh and he grinds in, breath faltering as it feels like he'll break apart if he isn't buried in her. "Yeah." He takes her hips, guiding her to move with him while pressing every available bit of himself to her. His hand slaps at his desk drawer from the short side, fumbling as she lines up to rub her lacey core to slip over him, gliding along his shaft with shuddering pressure. Meliodas inhales her, forgetting what he is doing and going for the hook of her bra at her back. Elizabeth's smooth, tempting skin calls to him and eagerly he frees her breasts. He's felt them bare once in his life and he finds this a great disservice.

A long, appreciative exhale escapes Meliodas as Elizabeth's bra slips down her arms and she tosses it away. His hands find her waist to push her back half a step. Her grip finds his shoulders while Meliodas stares. He's naked, standing before her and her gaze flicks around him in delight. The sight of him twirls the warmth in her tummy. His head shakes from side to side as if in disbelief before he bends, moving his grip to her thighs and lifting her.

She squeaks softly, legs wrapping around his torso while her hands find his neck. His face presses to her chest, his stubble along his jawline slipping across her nipples, first one then the other as he breathes hotly, pressing open mouth kisses on her giving, soft mounds. "I live here now." He whispers, hands gliding to cup both of her ass cheeks on either side of her hips. She giggles, the sound tickling down his spine as his lungs inhale as if trying to take as much of her into himself as possible.

He steps, spinning in place while carrying her when his mouth finds her dusky peak and he loses brain function from the feeling. He sweeps her rear across the short side of his desktop. Things scatter, papers and his thick accordion file crash to the floor but the bud tightens on his tongue causing a deep guttural groan to fill the room. He couldn't give a flying fuck the mess they make. Her hands on his shoulders trail up his neck to fist in his hair, arching back, her legs slipping over his hips delicately.

They line up, her panties the only defense as his cock points home, pressing into the fabric on pure instinct. "Meliodas." She breaths, quietly, toes stretching behind him as he nips at her breast, his arms embracing her to glide his palms up her back. Her skin is like an addiction, everything about her calls to him like a thousand burning suns but the sound of his name leaving her lips breeches through the intoxication.

With a vicious growl he pulls away from her, the soft needy keen that escapes her throat doesn't help matters but he wrenches his desk drawer open all the way so as not to waste time digging. "I know there is a string of condoms in here." He is careless as he pushes pens aside, a box of paperclips falls to the ground and burst open in a spray of glinting metal but he's triumphant when he pulls four condoms still connected from inside the disrupted mess.

Elizabeth takes the time to wiggles out of her panties, they slip down to her knees then glide down her calves to loop around her ankles. The sight freezes Meliodas, as this is the first time she's been bare to him. He's jealous of the bit of fabric that gets to cup her sex all day, that gets to abosorb her sweet scent and wrap around her hips. She reaches for him and he steps wide around the open drawer, unable to deny her, especially not when it's him she wants.

Her panties drop to the floor.

Elizabeth's soft fingertips are delicate as they leave tingles across his cheek bones. He rips the condom packaging while her soft lips gift his with her sweet little kisses. Each one is like a new spark lighting his fire, more fuel to the burning inside him. Her touch is leisurely, as if intent to feel every dip of his flesh. She trails over his collar bone, her hands tightening his own nipples when she feels over his pecs and her legs hook over his as she shimmies her ass to the edge of his desk. "If you take me in here, you'll think of me when you're working." She whispers against his mouth while feeling over his ribs before gripping her fingers into his back to pull him closer.

"I think of you always, but just to be sure lets do this in every place imaginable so I can never escape thoughts of you." He chuckles against her when he begins rolling on the condom and her laugh is more fulfilling than any sound he's ever heard. "Okay," she breathes, rocking against him before he's even finished rolling to the base of his dick.

The tip of him slips against her slickness, pressing against her core and she rocks again. Her mouth parts to exhale hotly across his face. He's falling quickly under her spell once more and in a blink, his hands smack to the wood on either side of her thighs to surge into her with a solid thrust that forces her legs apart farther. His legs spread to find the optimal stance. His calves grow taut, and as he rams home he works a chorus of noises to slip from between her plump, parted lips, he palms her ass to pull her into his rhythm.

Her hands grab at him, digging into his flesh as she rocks, her legs pressing against the back of his thighs. She's full of him and tears sting her eyes as her palms smooth down his tensing back to grab at the swell of his ass around his hips to return the favor of pulling him into his thrusts. He swirls, stirring inside her. Her back stretches, her head tilting up to face the ceiling as a long moan slips forth. He's everywhere. Meliodas' chest grows slick from sweat, his hair matting partially to his forehead and she feels him slide his entire body against hers as he dips his nose to her neck.

His lips part along her tendons there, his dick surging and stirring in the best repeating motion. Her toes curl and then spread. Her breathing quickens, her noises growing louder as he sucks at her throat, hands roaming as she's meeting his every push with her own. "Meliodas." She moans, fingers digger faster and hips pressing firmer. He's on the edge of his own release but he wants her to come apart for him, desires her pleasure more than his own.

"Fuck." He hisses, holding himself back by biting his own lip, adding pain to distract from the drowning sensations of the sheer euphoria she induces. He's trapped in her whirlwind and he has zero desire to escape. Elizabeth arches, her orgasm sparking and she leans away as her spine stretches as if to accommodate the eruption of sensations that wash over her. She loses function of her legs as they tremble, her soft inner walls pulsing with her waves and he groans, low and guttural as he cannot endure resisting his own release a moment longer.

Not with him finally seeing her expression as she climaxes. Her bottom lip trembles, her eyes are half lidded, unseeing and she flushes unlike her shy blush or her embarrassed one. This one is special. The slope of her neck stretches and he drinks her in a second before his own ejaculation. She's squeezing him for everything he has and with her legs quaking around him his touches morph from frenzied to endearing. Spurt after spurt leaves him and as she sags back over the desk he feels as if he's been sucked dry, his balls empty.

"You're beautiful," he professes, loving her hair cascading over his desk and how her breasts look while she's laying. They are still joined and he rocks slowly into her just to feel her spasm with leftover pleasure, her tummy rippling with her muscles twitching. "I missed you." She replies, her relaxation after such a mind blowing orgasm is nothing to how she softens now, looking at him, before her eyes widen.

Elizabeth's thoughts snap her into focus and she bends, catching her breath while twisting enough to reach into her purse sitting on the office chair to her left. She finds what she needs among the chaos of her bag and offers him her phone. He takes it, curious. "Now you can call me," Elizabeth whispers, "to swap numbers and ask me out. For you, I'm a sure thing on the first date," she jokes. Meliodas swallows, chuckling lowly before dialing his own number in. When it rings from his pants pockets on the floor his breathing comes easier and his face shifts to utter adoration as he gazes at her.

This time, he gets to keep her, and neither of them are keen to let the other go ever again.

Happy Smutember 2019!

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