Sinful Duty

Chapter 15

A sigh escapes Elizabeth's lips as she takes off her masquerade mask. She tosses it onto one of the tables in the bar with Meliodas close behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist, a contented sigh leaving him as she closes her sapphire eyes in bliss.

"I'm sorry," she hears herself say.

He then chuckles before removing his arms from her body. "What for?" He questions her apology before moving her to the comfortable couch in the bar.

"For having us leave so early. You seemed like you really wanted to dance with me." He smiles up at her as he sits down, patting his lap, clearly wanting her to... well, sit on his lap. Blood rushes to her cheeks as her body seems to move on its own regardless if she hadn't wanted to comply. Would it be bad to admit that she was more than willing to climb onto his lap like this? Probably.

Once she's seated comfortably in his lap, his arms snake around her waist once more, holding her close to his own body. He's warm - she notes mentally, enjoying the heat that radiates off his body.

"It's alright, Princess." He says, his voice filling her ears. Elizabeth rests her head snug against his chest, counting each beat of his steady heart. "I swear I'll get more chances to dance with you, I don't mind. And I understand that you were a bit bothered by that guy; I don't blame you one bit."

"Bothered is an understatement," she retorts with humor lacing her words. For a quick moment, she takes in her surroundings, and besides the low noise of the television, she doesn't hear anything else. "Where are the others?" She asks.

"They're out dancing around in the ball, like we were," his answer is swift and smooth, "and probably getting more evidence. We'll need all we can get for what I have planned."

Elizabeth stills for a moment, just enjoying hearing the natural beat of the blonde's heart as he holds her. She wants to change out of this dress, but the time will come, she supposes. She doesn't want to get up right now. Momentarily, she closes her blue eyes, listening to each breath he inhales and exhales. It's crazy to her - she thinks; it's been sometime between a little over a month since she'd decided to help out the Sins, an experience she never thought she would ever get the chance to even choose.

And being able to spend time with Meliodas and everyone else is such a gift.

Though, she's thought about it for a while, subconsciously, regarding the Seven Deadly Sins. Surely they didn't name themselves that, right? It sounds... cool she supposes, she'll give them some credit but wouldn't it relate too much to the legend or whatever it's called at this point?

"Can I ask you something?" She says slowly, her voice sounding somewhat heavy with sleep.

He softly chuckles, rubbing his hand up and down her back. "Anything."

"Why-" she begins, sighing as she tries to find the right words. "How were you deemed with that name?"

"My name?" He questions, not understanding what she was getting at. "I don't know, Princess, you'd have to ask m-"

"No, you idiot," she smiles, "your group. The Seven Deadly Sins."

"Oh." Meliodas hums, shifting a bit. Elizabeth lifts her head to lock eyes with him. He has a small smile on his lips and Elizabeth doesn't stop herself from smiling a bit wider. "It was the name those judges gave us when they found out we were a group. They even gave us specific names, too. They call me the "Sin of Wrath". Could you even begin to guess why?"

The silverette shakes her head, not getting the slightest clue as to why they would call him that.

"It was sometime after I finished high school and I was getting curious about my mom's death," he answers, "so I marched on down into the court after some messy claims because I knew they had something to do with it, and they - that Mael guy - told me I was fucking crazy. So I found his car and I slashed his tires out of frustration. Also kinda lashed out in court when he said he didn't know anything about my mother. He didn't seem to remember me tonight, so I guess I'm sort of in the clear?" The blonde man dryly chuckles. "As for the others, you'd have to ask them; it's not my place to tell their stories."