A Little Extra (Melizabeth lemon)

Chapter 10

The growl of his voice floated into my ears, crisp and hungry. I reddened with pleasure and laid both my hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat like thunder and his chest twist as he worked off my uniform skirt.

"Meliodas," I mumbled under his tongue, "how am I supposed to do it this time?" I asked. Although I had gained some experience, it was still a blur to me, and I wanted for him to enjoy our time together as much as possible. A dark chuckle bubbled up between his lips.

"Relax, dearest, I'll be as gentle as I can." I shuddered in excitement and felt my muscles loosen some. Meliodas' arm wrapped around my waist and he lifted me to sit upwards. We parted and he pulled my hands to his shirt. Eagerly I started to unbutton it, but I felt doubt gnawing at the sides of my brain. Were we really a couple, he and I? Or were we just sleeping around. I thought back to the previous night. We barely exchanged words, and we were hardly doing so now. It was just... straight to, er, sleeping with each other. How could I be sure he actually loved me? I searched my own feelings. Did I really love him? Or was I just craving the emotional support I thought I needed? Conflictions spread through my chest, turning the red-hot fire that had been burning into a tight ball of ice.

Elizabeth, shut up.

I shook my head slightly. A hand gripped mine, shaking me out of my stupor. I looked blankly ahead of me. Meliodas gazed at me, his eyes peculiar. My hands had fallen to the bed, and his shirt was half open. I could see each tightly woven muscle outlined. Shakily, I made eye contact with each piercing emerald. He was worried, lustful, determined, wary... Each emotion danced in his eyes, clear to me as a pool of water. He drew my hand to his mouth, and I watched him kiss the inside of my wrist gently. I barely felt the flutter of his lips against the soft skin, lost in the cloud of negativity flooding my thoughts.

"Do you really love me?" The words flew out before I could think.

"Yes." The response was immediate, automatic. His confusion escalated.

"Elizabeth, are you alright?" He tried, pulling me towards him. I limply pulled away.

"How can I be sure?" My words were cold, and untrusting. What came over me? I was almost never like this. I was sure Meliodas felt the same way.

"Do you regret the things you've done with me?" Meliodas asked, gently. I pursed my lips. Tears brimmed in my eyes, unexpectedly, and began to fall.

"I don't—I don't know." I choked. I hiccupped. I was so useless, so worthless. Crying over myself like a baby, a stupid, naïve girl who didn't know what she was doing. Fooled into being in love, blindly trusting a virtual stranger, and worse, hearing voices in my head. The cold feeling spread. Were my instincts wrong? Was it my wrongdoing to love Meliodas so unconditionally? Was he truly reciprocating my feelings? I crumpled forward, sobs escalating from my throat.

Are all my choices a mistake? I knew I would die for him, but could I trust myself to help in any way, truly? Gentle arms wrapped around me as I wept, and strong hands stroked my hair soothingly. I leaned my head into his chest and cried even harder. Why is he so nice to me? What am I even worth to him? Even if I tried my hardest, I could never measure up to the rest of the Sins. I am, and will always be nothing, and there is no point that Meliodas should be paying attention to me. The sobs weren't stopping.

Typical, weak, Elizabeth, always crying, never doing anything to help anyone. And here I was again, causing Meliodas troubles with my own insecurities, silly Elizabeth, who needs to be rescued from her own mind!

"Hey, hey, it's okay." He murmured into my hair. I curled my hands into fists, and looked up at him, tears falling and my nose running, a complete mess of a pathetic human.