Sinful Duty

Chapter 17

i usually don't write author's notes, mainly because im so used to having the options to put it on ao3, but its time i start putting notes on here.

firstly, THERE IS SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER. if you wanna skip it, you'll know when it ends.

secondly, i hate transferring my stories to wattpad because the format isn't the same that i use to write. it takes away all my italicized text and unless i go through the entire thing i posted myself to italicize everything again, there just wont be any italicized text. ive kinda already given up on trying to fix it, so the entire story is just gonna have to go without it. it also takes away every single quotation mark and every single apostrophe and im getting so tired of it.

(i just dislike wattpad in general)

and yes, i realize some parts of the story won't make that much sense if something should be italicized and it isn't.

regardless, i hope yall enjoy the chapter. happy reading lovelies <3

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A groan escapes the silver haired womans lips, her head pounding with a terrible headache, no thanks to her hangover.

She turns to her side, nuzzling into her pillow with a sigh. She would say shes rather content, but with the immense pain in her head, she can't exactly or really say she's content. If this headache could just go away so she can go back to sleep peacefully...

As Elizabeth nuzzles even further into her pillow, her eyes shoot open as her supposed pillow groans softly. She lifts her head slowly, finding the gaze of tired emeralds and faint eye bags. Her leg is stretched over his legs, her calf resting on his thighs. So he fell asleep on her bed again? Elizabeth supposes it isn't much of a surprise anymore. Given the fact at how far they've gotten - in such a short amount of time, too.

Speaking of which what exactly are they?

They act like a couple would - they also can't seem to keep their hands off of one another - but neither party has spoken a single word of what their relationship is.

"Well, good morning, Princess," Meliodas croaking voice fills her ears. Elizabeth glances to their bodies, sighing nearly inaudible in relief at the sight of their clothed bodies. "How did you sleep?"

She licks her lips, Meliodas following the movement with his wandering eyes. "Good morning. I slept alright. How did you sleep, Meliodas?"

"Amazingly," he responds. "I should probably be getting out of bed..."

"But?" Elizabeth adds with a slight grin, moving atop him so she practically straddles his waist. He flashes her a smirk of his own, his hands roaming from under the blankets to her exposed thighs (she just notices she slept in her bar uniform), causing her to shiver. His smirk just barely widens and his fingers skim her body, from her thighs to her hips before his hands settle completely on her hips.

Elizabeths breathing quickens, only a smidge, as Meliodas caresses her exposed milky skin. Skin she knew he wanted to mark. Skin she knew Meliodas wanted to touch every inch of. And she would let him, given the opportunity.

As she looks down at him with lidded eyes, his smirk turns into what she could only describe as a loving grin.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks her. She exhales softly - they are way past the point of him having to ask for permission to kiss her, she thinks, but it still got her heart to flutter against her rib cage at his question.

His hands are hot on her skin. The silverette closes her eyes in bliss and can only nod, giving him silent permission to kiss her - but really, she would give him permission to do whatever the hell he damn well pleases with her. (Good Lord, she's never felt this way with anyone - it's almost terrifying but oh so exhilarating all at once.)