#fawnandshadows fanfic
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You’re So Vain
Pairing: Feysand
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut, cuck!tamlin, karaoke
Word Count: 6k
Gifting this one to my darling @impossiblescissorspeachpaper !! Thank you so much for helping me work through this idea 🥹🫶🏻. Hope you have a marvelous December ♥️. This is the first Feysand fic I have ever written!! My humble offering to @feysand-month 🤍.
“What is he doing here?” Feyre asked, glaring at the back of her ex-boyfriend. Tall — the only two people taller than him at the party were his brothers — and she could see his lean muscles underneath his white button down. God, who wears a well pressed shirt to a karaoke party?
He ran a tan hand through his perfectly tousled hair which caused Feyre to narrow her eyes. She knew exactly how much time and effort he put into his hair. How many products he used, how much he spent on imported hair care products from France. How the little movement he just did was actually pre-determined and done to make him look nonchalant.
She hated how much she remembered about him when they broke up 8 months ago.
She hated how much she learned about him when they only dated for a month. Four weeks. 30 days. 730 hours.
She hated that she still thought about him when she fucked her current boyfriend — Tamlin. But it was the only way she could feel pleasure when she laid underneath him and he grunted on top of her. Most days she didn’t even like Tamlin. But it was better than being alone.
“He’s my cousin,” Mor explained, running a hand over her slinky red dress. Style ran in the family, apparently. Feyre adjusted her own simple black dress. “I couldn’t just not invite him.”
Her smile was too innocent.
“What were your words? ‘He would never degrade himself with a karaoke party?’” Ferye asked sarcastically, giving her friend a bland look and shifting all of her golden brown hair to one shoulder. It was absurdly hot in their apartment, but she guessed that’s what happened when you crammed too many bodies into an apartment like sardines. Even if it was the middle of December, and it wasn’t as if their apartment was small by any means. But Feyre felt her blood start to simmer the second Rhysand walked into the room.
“Evidently I was wrong.” Mor said brightly, pouring herself and Feyre large portions of her homemade margaritas. She handed Feyre a red plastic cup rimmed with salt.
“He broke up with me, Mor,” Feyre said softly, proud of herself for hiding the hitch in her voice. “Just because you put us in the same room doesn’t mean he’s going to magically fall in love with me. Plus I have a boyfriend.”
Mor rolled her brown eyes and took a sip of her Margarita.
“Sadly.” Mor muttered, not hiding her hatred for Feyre’s boyfriend.
“If Amarantha comes, then I’m leaving.” Feyre said seriously. She had no wish to see the red head clinging to Rhys — the thought alone had her seeing red. She’d rather scratch her eyes out than see those two going at it in real life. They were all over social media — it didn’t matter that she had Amarantha blocked on all platforms, but she couldn’t go on tiktok without seeing edits of them on her FYP. And if she saw one more picture of them on her Pinterest she was going to blow a gasket.
It didn’t matter than Amarantha was married to somebody else, some high ranking government official — Rhysand was still more powerful than her husband. With his old money and family connections.
Feyre wanted to vomit just thinking about them together.
She could only go on Instagram in small bursts, and every time she fought the urge to check his Instagram to see if he was posting about them. She didn’t go on Instagram often, since it was almost always a battle she lost.
“No way that bitch is getting past our door.” Mor said viciously. It was a toss up between who she hated more: Amarantha or Tamlin.
Feyre’s blue eyes traveled back to her ex-boyfriend and her world stopped for a bit to see that he was looking at her. His violet eyes intense as they stared at her.
Rage simmered through her veins as he smirked at her.
Feyre glared at him as she took a large gulp of her margarita.
“You can’t leave me tonight.” Feyre told Mor, who looked at her mischievously.
— —
Mor was a horrible friend.
30 minutes later Rhysand approached them and Mor just had to double check the karaoke machine.
“There you are,” Rhysand said in a voice that was practically a purr. “I’ve been looking for you, Feyre Darling.”
Her stomach dipped as he said her nickname. His British accent just as lovely and attractive as ever.
“Don’t,” Feyre said in a cold voice, jamming her finger into his chest. “Call me that.”
His smirk grew, and the cocky expression on his handsome face irked her as much as it unraveled her. She wondered what the hell he saw in her face. She was never as good at masking her emotions as he was.
“You’ve always loved it when I called you that,” He dipped his head close to her — close enough that she could feel his damp breath on her cheek. “If I recall correctly,” Warmth flooded her veins. “You especially liked when I said it as you were coming all over my cock—”
“Stop—”
“Tell me, Feyre Darling, has anyone else been able to reach the spot deep inside of you?”
“Yes.” Feyre lied through her teeth.
“Liar.” Rhsyand said softly, his lips still upturned.
“Tamlin does,” Feyre continued with her lie, not breaking eye contact as she took another large sip of her drink. “He makes me forget your name. All the time.” I can only come if I imagine he’s you.
She thought a hint of fury passed through his eyes.
He licked his lips and Feyre hated how her eyes were drawn to the action.
“You’re with Tamlin?” Rhsyand asked in a flat, cold voice. He was close enough that Feyre could feel the tension radiating from his body.
“Yes.” Feyre replied, tilting her chin up to glare at him.
Rhys stole the plastic cup from her hand and finished it in one drink. Her eyes glassed a little as she looked at the way his throat worked. Fuck, she had a thing for necks. And she recalled so vividly how Rhys liked it when she bit him right next to his pulse — the first time she did it was on a whim, but it pushed him over the edge and caused him to come inside of her.
They were on his fucking yacht and had sex the entire weekend.
How the hell was she with a guy who had his own yacht?
“I bet he doesn’t even touch your clit,” Rhys said, taking a step towards her until her back was pressed into the counter, his arms caging her in. “Or go down on you at all. He’s a prick.”
True. Everything he said was true.
And yet she felt the need to defend her boyfriend.
“His cock is bigger than yours.”
Another lie.
His gaze darkened and his smirk fell.
“You’re a horrible liar, Feyre Darling.”
“Then why do you look like someone kicked your puppy?”
“Because the thought of him sticking his tiny prick inside of you makes me want to flay the skin from his bones.”
Feyre bit her lip.
“Why do you care so much?” Feyre asked, her face pulling towards his.
“Because I remember how fucking wet you were coming on my cock over and over again, Feyre Darling, and your sweet little pants as you stretched around me. And how fucking insatiable you were riding me all night long,” His lips brushed the shell of her ear, causing her to shiver. “I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
True.
“How the hell did we have room for your ego in our relationship?”
Feyre glared as his lips fell back into a smirk.
“I bet you’re wet right now.” Rhys said, and Feyre felt her cheeks burn.
She opened her mouth to respond, but Mor’s boisterous voice echoed through the microphone.
Feyre recognized the music and lyrics instantly.
Mariah Carey’s Fantasy.
Feyre felt herself smiling, the song fit her friend perfectly.
With two hands, she pushed Rhysand away from her and muttered, “I need another margarita.”
The sound of Rhys’s laughter grated on her nerves and set her on edge — especially because she could feel how wet her panties were.
She was grateful Mor only knew how to make strong margaritas. And she was also incredibly grateful that Mor thrived in the spotlight because it meant that no one could see her skulking in the corner.
Mor crooned the words, “But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby - When I close my eyes, you come and take me - On and on and on, it's so deep in my daydreams,” and twisted her body to the music in a way that captured everyone’s attention. And there was one brunette that Mor was making eyes at, and Feyre knew Mor was going to go back with her tonight.
Leaving her their apartment.
Feyre took another swig of her drink and grimaced when she found it was empty, so she filled it up again. By the time Mor finished her song, Feyre was half way done with her third margarita when her blonde friend pointed to her.
“Feyre,” Mor sung her name into the microphone. “It’s your turn.”
Feyre was ready to shake her head and run out the door, but she saw Rhysand smirking at her and raising his eyebrows in a challenge, Feyre quickly finished her drink and walked to where Mor stood on a makeshift stage. She didn’t even know how her roommate got it into their apartment without her knowing, and the sparkling disco ball that hung over the stage came close to smacking her in the head.
She took the mic from her friend and slowly scrolled through the songs until she found the perfect one.
The opening notes sounded through the room and her eyes clashed with violet ones as she sang, “You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht,” She hated the fact that he had an actual fucking yacht. “Your hat strategically dipped below one eye - Your scarf it was apricot,” She gestured to the imaginary clothes dramatically and rolled her eyes as she moved. “You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself gavotte,”
She noted the exact moment that recognition dawned on his face — it was accompanied by his brothers laughing and playfully punching him in the arms.
Her hips moved with the beat of the song, popping to the side as she sang, “And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner - They'd be your partner and,” A smirk stretched across his face as she danced like she was Kate Hudson from How To Lose A Guy in Ten Days. “You're so vain - You probably think this song is about you - You're so vain (you're so vain) - I bet you think this song is about you - Don't you don't you?”
The bastard brought his hands up and brought them together — he was slow clapping at her. Douche, Feyre cursed silently, hating that he was enjoying this.
“You had me several months,” She intentionally changed the lyric, but the venom that laced her voice was unplanned. “Ago when I was still quite naive - Well you said that we made such a pretty pair and that you would never leave,” If it wasn’t for the copious amounts of tequila, then she would have moderated her voice. “But you gave away the things you loved - And one of them was me,” She placed her hand on her chest and bowed dramatically, showing off her cleavage just slightly and she watched as Rhys’s violet eyes followed. His jaw clenched. “I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee clouds in my coffee and,” Her hips popped with the song, and she grinned hearing everyone singing along. Everyone but Rhys. “You're so vain- You probably think this song is about you - You're so vain,” Even Azriel and Cassian were singing along — Cassian cupping his hands and sang with the booming voice. Azriel may have just been mouthing the words, but a win was a win.
Feyre continued to sing, loving how the tequila made her bold and brash even though she was certain she would be cringing with regret in the morning.
Her eyes narrowed as she spit out the lines, “Well you're where you should be all the time - And when you're not, you're with some underworld spy - Or the wife of a close friend wife of a close friend,” An image of him and Amarantha tangled in sheets flashed through her mind, fueling her anger.
Like a spark in an engine, the mental image of that old crone with her hands on Rhys sent her spiraling as she sang the last few lines of the song. “Probably think this song is about you - You're so vain.”
She didn’t call on someone else, she just set the mic down and marched into her room, avoiding eye contact with everyone in her path.
Feyre was vaguely aware of Cassian climbing onto the stage and making a show of selecting whatever song he was going to sing.
She closed the door behind her, but her neck whipped around when it opened two seconds later.
Rhys slid into her room and leaned against the closed door. His white shirt tight over his chest as he crossed his arms. The muscles on his arms straining against the fabric — the bastard probably did it on purpose.
He crossed one ankle over the other as he gazed at her.
“Feyre Darling,” He said in his lilting accent. “Did you really think I would let you get away with that?”
Feyre lifted a hand, pointing towards the door, and said, “Get out.”
He locked the door behind his back and pushed off of the frame, taking a step towards her.
She could hear Cassian begin his song through the door. It sounded suspiciously like Meat Loaf.
“I have a boyfriend.” Feyre said, dropping her hand as Rhys walked closer to her.
“And yet you sang to me tonight.”
Feyre rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips.
“I think you missed the point of the fucking song.”
“And I think you missed me.” Rhys said and he swooped his head down to her, but Feyre pushed him away.
“What the fuck are you doing,Rhys? You,” She poked his peck roughly, hating how his white upper teeth sank into his bottom lip to hide a smile. “Broke up,” She punctuated every word with her fingers on his chest. “With me.”
His violet eyes darkened.
“Because I had to, not because I wanted to.” His voice was unbearably soft.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“You’ve gotten a potty mouth since we were together,” Rhys observed, and before Feyre could stop him he brought his hand to her face and brushed his thumb over her lips. “Your mouth is much too pretty for such dirty words.”
“I must have picked it up from Tamlin.” Feyre said, pouting as his thumb stilled on her lips.
“Then I’m going to fuck it out of your system.” Rhys growled, fury lining his face at the mention of her boyfriend.
“Oh, so it’s ok for you to say fuck?” Feyre narrowed her eyes, drawing out the word and putting extra emphasis on the k.
“Your mouth is going to be the first thing I fuck tonight.”
Feyre gasped as his hand moved from her mouth and tangled in her hair, tugging it sharply to angle her mouth directly under his.
She shivered, remembering how much he loved it when she took his cock into her mouth. He loved coming down her throat as Feyre looked up at him with wide blue eyes, especially with smeared makeup. And she knew it drove him crazy to watch her swallow.
“And your girlfriend?” Feyre said spitefully, unable to not throw it in his face.
His grip on her hair tightened.
“One day, love, I’ll tell you everything.” He said, his breath fanning over her face.
Agitation stung under the surface of her skin.
“You can tell me now,” Feyre said between her clenched teeth. “Or you can get out.”
“You don’t want me to leave,” Rhys placed his lips against her cheek and Feyre’s breath came faltering out of her lips, and he slowly moved down to her neck. His kisses burning a trail over her sensitive skin. “Or you would have kicked me out by now.” He said into her neck.
His tongue traced over her fluttering pulse.
“I tried.”
“That little fit? That’s our foreplay, Feyre Darling, you should remember that.” Rhys said as he moved his lips up her neck.
He was right.
He loved to heat her up and cool her down.
She was about to respond, but his lips dropped to hers.
Hot and needy.
Feyre felt her knees give out, but Rhysand’s free arm wrapped around her and brought their fronts together.
His tongue grazed the seam of her lips and Feyre parted her mouth, moaning as his tongue slid past her lips.
Breathlessly he pulled away from her and said, “I knew you missed me.”
Feyre rolled her eyes at his arrogance.
“There is one thing that I missed.” Feyre admitted and placed her palm against his hard cock over his black slacks.
Rhys chuckled lightly and said, “A rather large thing, really, darling, but then again you were always greedy when it came to my cock. You could never get enough.”
A rush of applause sounded through the door — Cassian must have finished his song.
“Did anyone see you follow me?” Feyre asked, finally registering the fact that there was still a party going on without them.
Rhysand gave her a bland, regal look.
“Do you really think this is my first time sneaking away for a tryst, love?”
Feyre glowered at him.
“It is with me.” She growled and roughly unbuttoned his shirt — a few of his buttons popping off and clanking as they landed. Feyre didn’t want to imagine how much they cost. They were probably made of platinum.
“Darling, don’t take your jealousy out on my Armani.” Rhysand said, laughter lacing his voice as he shrugged out of his shirt. He walked over to the side of her room where her desk laid and hung his shirt on the back of her chair so it wouldn’t wrinkle.
He stepped out of his shoes, and then the clicking of his belt unbuckling filled the room, followed by the swishing of his pants.
And then he was naked in front of her and it became a little harder for Feyre to breathe.
Her mouth watered a bit at the sight of his erection — a little bead of liquid pooling at the tip.
He looked so fucking confident as he walked over to her, as if they were in his room.
“You know,” Feyre said, looking up at him. “My lock is broken. It only works like 50% of the time.”
Rhys placed two hands on her exposed arms and turned her around, his hand leaving her skin to remove her dress.
“I was never one to shy away from a little exhibitionism,” Rhys whispered into her ear as he unzipped her dress slowly. “Love, why the fuck are you wearing this rag? We break up and you lose all sense of fashion?”
Feyre rolled her eyes.
“I have more important things to spend my money on, like rent.”
She shivered as he nudged the sleeves of her shoulders and the dress pooled by her feet. Feyre stood in only her heels and little black lace thong — goose bumps pebbled her skin, but soon Rhysands large, warm hands covered her breasts. He pulled her back into his chest and Feyre bit her lip at the contact — his hardened chest hot against her back. She could feel his muscles straining against her. His thick dick pressing into the round globes of her ass.
“Feyre Darling,” He said, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, and he moved his hips against hers. “I can put you up in a lovely little townhouse. Apartment. Penthouse. Whatever you want. I can give you the loveliest clothes and jewels. All of your needs will be met,” He grasped her earlobe between his teeth and tugged sharply. “All the orgasms you want.”
Hurt pricked at her heart and the next words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
“As your whore?”
Rhysand tensed as he processed her words — an arrow aimed straight for his heart, and a little worm of regret wiggled inside of her. Probably from the tequila.
“Of course not.”
“If you can give me all that, then why can’t we be together?” Feyre asked, looking over her shoulder at him to find his violet eyes burning brightly.
“We will be — one day. You need to trust me,” Rhys said in a harsh whisper as his fingers dug deeper into her flesh. “Fuck, I missed having you in my arms.”
“I missed your touch.” Feyre admitted in a whisper and reached to claim his lips.
As they kissed one of his hands reached down to clasp between her thighs. He groaned against her lips and he muttered, “I fucking knew you were wet for me. I remember your needy little pussy. How my tongue and fingers were just never enough — you craved my cock. And you would get into such a cute little frenzy, coming over and over on my tongue and still desperate for more. My insatiable little love.”
“I love the way you feel in me.” Feyre said, leaning her head back on his shoulder as he worked her over her lacy thong. His other hand teasing her pink nipple.
Rhys dipped his head to kiss her neck.
“The first time we were together you came from my cock alone. All you had to do was take my entire cock and you drenched the bed from your orgasm.”
A gush of liquid seeped out of her and onto his hand — Feyre could feel him smirking against her neck.
“And now all you need are my words to come. Feyre Darling, don’t tell me my voice alone does it for you.”
“Your voice only does it for yourself, darling.” Feyre replied mockingly, and she delighted in the little chuckle that pulled from his lips.
“To be determined, my love.”
Feyre was about to respond, but the tearing of fabric and the friction of her panties being pulled against her clit caused a small scream to sound from her lips.
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” Rhys grasped her earlobe between his teeth and tugged. “Made of silk.”
“Sounds impractical.”
“I like the sound of silk when it tears, darling.”
His fingers were hot as they slid through her wet folds, teasing her bud.
“I can’t wait to be inside of your sweet pussy,” Rhys said hotly into her ear. “But first I want you on your knees.”
He twisted and maneuvered her body until she was kneeling in front of him, dressed in only her strappy black heels.
She remembered that he had a thing for them. For a brief moment she was stunned by how much she remembered about him, but soon became enamored by his erection bobbing in front of her eyes.
She hated that her mouth watered just by looking at it.
It bobbed in front of her long and thick and she longed to have it between her thighs, filling her up as he took her at a brutal pace.
Feyre roughly grabbed the base of his cock and used her tongue to trace the vein that ran the length of him. All the way until she got to the weeping head and swirled her tongue, collecting all the liquid that beaded at his tip.
His fingers pulled at her hair, enough for Feyre to feel slight stings on her scalp.
Her pussy clenched in response.
She looked up at him with wide eyes as her mouth wrapped around his head, her cheeks already hollowing out.
His sharp features were ridden with lust, and his eyes were burning bright as he gazed down at her and Feyre felt so fucking desireable.
Their eyes locked as Feyre slowly took more of him, and Rhys gathered her hair into his hand like a ponytail.
“Your mouth is so pretty wrapped around me,” Rhysand said, slowly starting to move his hips. “Isn’t this a better use of your mouth, darling? Rather than saying all those filthy words?”
Feyre narrowed her eyes at him and scraped over his skin with her teeth, delighting in the way he shivered at the contact.
“That wasn’t very nice, Feyre Darling. I’m going to show you the proper use of your mouth.” His voice was heavy with lust and he snapped his hips into her face, her nose nudging his pelvis.
Drool pooled down her chin as she choked on his cock, which was moving furiously in and out of her mouth. His balls slapping against her chin
Feyre was so turned on and drenched that liquid coated the insides of her thighs, loving how Rhys was slowly losing control and that it was because of her. He was always so annoyingly in control of how he appeared to others — always in a mask, showing people the arrogant prick he pretended to be. Well, mostly pretended to be. She saw the depth of him when they were together and it completely captured her heart. He was still an arrogant prick, but there was more.
She moaned around his hot cock, slippery from her mouth, and he held her mouth to the base of his cock as he shot down her throat — Feyre swallowed most of it, some of it falling down her chin as he pulled out of her mouth.
A line of spit connecting her lips to the head of his dick.
Her tongue collecting the smear of semen on her lips. She used the back of her hand to wipe away the drool on her chin.
Feyre panted with her hands on her knees, staring up at Rhysand and wondering what it was about him that drove her wild with lust. The thought of doing what they just did with anyone else made her want to shrivel up.
“Stop thinking.” Rhys said, helping her to her feet. Her knees wobbly like jelly and his lips claimed hers, his tongue sweeping through her mouth.
Feyre moaned knowing he could taste himself.
When he pulled away Feyre said, “Tamlin makes me brush my teeth and rinse with Listerine before kissing me after—”
A hard slap cracked against her ass, and Feyre screamed in shock and pleasure. His hand roughly massaging her cheek to ease her stinging flesh.
“Don’t,” Rhys growled through clenched teeth. “Talk about him.”
“Jealous?” Feyre asked, wanting to provoke him.
“He doesn’t fucking deserve you.”
“And you do?”
“No,” Rhysand said, kissing her again. “But I’m fucking taking you anyway.”
He picked her up and tossed her on the bed — Feyre felt dizzy for a second before spreading her legs for him, her knees high as her heels dug into her quilt.
She didn’t care that he was seeing how soaking wet and ready she was for him. Didn’t care that it was probably stroking his ego in a way she would probably never hear the end of.
“Then fucking take me and make me forget about him.”
Rhys leaned over and placed one hand on the outside of her hip and he traced the fingers of his free hand over her exposed sex, playing with her and making a show of her wetness.
His lips turned up into a self-satisfied smirk as he plunged a long finger inside of her, and Feyre could feel herself desperately clenching at the contact. Wanting to tighten around something much bigger than his finger.
A strangled scream got caught in her throat as he curved his finger to hit the spot within her that only he knew about.
“They’re going to hear you, love.” Rhys said, preening at the fact that he was causing her restraint to slip.
“I can’t,” Feyre panted as he pulled out and slid two fingers inside of her, hitting her sensitive spot again. “Help it,” She tried to glare at him. “You know that.”
He always teased her about how vocal she was during sex, but the sounds went right to his cock and his ego. He loved her sounds, and he loved making her scream.
His smirk split his face as her hips ground against his hands, fruitlessly trying to take control of her own pleasure.
Rhys took pity on her and pressed his thumb into her swollen clit. His hand and her hips moving together as Feyre rode out her wave of pleasure.
As soon as she fell limp and sweaty against her bed Rhys slid up her body and aligned his hard cock against her dripping, glistening cunt. One arm propped next to her head and one hand gripping her plush thigh.
The round head of his cock slipped through the puffy lips of her pussy and nudged at her entrance.
Feyre watched as his teeth bit his lip as he slowly sunk into her, her hands came up to grip his tight ass, pushing him further into her stretching cunt.
“Yes.” Feyre said in a breathy moan, feeling deliciously full as his cock filled her to the hilt, her eyes falling shut.
She waited for him to move, to start thrusting in and out of her in the way that she liked, to lift her hips in the way that altered her universe.
He stayed still.
Feyre opened her eyes to see Rhysand gazing down at her.
“I want you to remember this Feyre,” He said in a dark, full voice. “How fucking perfectly I fit inside of you. Feel that no other man’s cock can have you squirming with need and satisfy you at the same time.”
He pulled out and pushed back in, tilting her hips in the way she desired.
“This is the only cock that belongs between your legs, Feyre Darling.”
One of her hands reached up and slid into his hair, gripping it tightly in a way that made him grin.
“Mine is the only pussy for you.” Feyre muttered as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts — urging him to go faster. Harder.
“Possessive, love?” Rhys smirked, quickening his pace as her hips bucked against his.
“Yes,” Feyre admitted, tightening her grip in his locks. She loved making a mess of his hair. “I hate thinking about you and her. Together.”
Rhys growled and adjusted his position, gaining more leverage on the bed and thrusting harder.
Feyre gasped at the movement and opened her legs wider.
He grabbed one of her legs and bent it to her chest before placing it over his shoulder. Her heel sticking up in the air.
She cried out as he hit deeper inside of her — his hips creating a delicious friction as they ground against hers. “I pretend she’s you,” Rhys whispered harshly into her ear. “It’s the only way I can do it.”
Feyre gasped and clenched around his cock as he drove into her.
Their flesh coming together sounded through her room, wet and sharp and frantic.
His sweat slicked chest leaned closer to hers, pulling her leg back further and causing him to go deeper.
“Harder.” Feyre gasped, overwhelmed with how tight and full she felt — her nails unintentionally digging into his skin which caused him to grunt, his hips faltered as he drilled into her harder.
“I’m gonna come.” Rhys grunted, his hips pumping faster. He looked at her with a question in his eyes and Feyre said, “Come inside of me. I want to feel you,” Feyre brought his head down so that their foreheads were touching and stared him in the eyes as she tightly, intentionally clenched around him. “I need to feel you.”
Feyre turned her head so that her lips were on his neck. Her teeth right next to his pulse as she bit down.
Rhys shuddered as he pushed forward again, the walls of her pussy clenching his cock as he came deep inside of her — shallowly rocking against her. He brought his hand between their hips and pressed his thumb against her aching clit, so that both of them were coming at the same time.
He pulled back, and fell onto the bed next to her, breathless.
Their sweaty bodies pressed against each other, and their heavy, humid pants were loud in the air
“Feyre Darling,” Rhys said, and Feyre turned her head to find him already gazing at her. “I hope you didn’t think that was it for tonight.”
— —
They didn’t sleep.
Rhysand took her two more times before the early morning sun started to stream through her windows — and it wasn’t until Rhysand pushed off the bed that Feyre realized she was drifting off.
“You’re leaving.” Feyre said, her eyes gliding along the length of his bronze body. Tucking away the mental image so she wouldn’t forget — She took note of every mark she left on him. The claw marks down his back. The half-moon indents on his ass cheeks. The purple love bite on his throat.
“Believe me,” Rhys said, walking over to her desk and picking up his pants from the night before. “I would rather stay in bed with you all day.”
“You can.” Feyre blurted out as she sat up, clutching her quilt and sheets to her chest. Suddenly feeling shy.
Rhys turned to face her fully, his cock shamelessly on full display. His abs well defined and tight and Feyre found herself wanting to lick them.
She quickly looked away and accidentally caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and cringed.
Rats nest. She could hear her mothers voice in her ear venomously whispering about her hair, tangled and messy from the friction of her pillow. Her full smoky makeup smeared black around her eyes, and lipstick stained on her lips and chin.
She cursed herself for letting Mor do her makeup.
“You look beautiful, Feyre Darling.” Rhysand said as he stepped into his pants.
“I look—”
“Well and truly fucked,” Rhys smirked as he shrugged into his shirt. “By me.”
Feyre fought the urge to roll her eyes.
Her nails nervously picking at a stitch on her quilt.
“What happens now?” Feyre asked, gazing at him and tucking her chin onto her bent knees.
He stared at her for a moment, tucking his shirt into his pants before finding his belt.
He looked absurdly good on no sleep — his black hair deliciously tousled, and a heady warmth spread through her knowing she was the one who tousled his hair. And his skin perfectly tan and even, not even purple smudges under his eyes.
Rhys looked like a fucking cologne ad.
Feyre could see him on the page of a magazine modeling for some overpriced scent that smelled like sex and citrus. He did always smell good. But he didn’t need the money.
He took a step closer to her after putting his shoes on, and as he approached her he lifted her face to look up at him. His fingers touching her chin delicately.
“What happens now is that you trust me, Feyre Darling. Even though you shouldn’t.”
Rhys brought their mouths together and Feyre felt a bit of her anxiety melt away.
“When will I see you again?” She asked.
“You still have my number?” Rhys asked and Feyre nodded in confirmation. “I’ll call you, but there is something I need you to know, love,” Rhys laid his forehead against hers, and Feyre felt her heart stop and tumble into her stomach at the intensity of his gaze. “I’ll be thinking about you the entire time we are apart.”
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Little Heir
@duskwhisperer and I are so excited to share “Little Heir” with you for @azrielappreciationweek day one, the family you make.
Thank you, @ruisfree for collaborating with us and bringing this piece to life. Still smiling and kicking our feet over all the creative details you added. We loved working with you! 💕
This commission and fic were inspired by the adorable idea of Azriel catching Nyx sneaking Aunt Elain’s cookies late at night. 🍪 We wanted to capture Azriel trying not to smile while Nyx guiltily looked up at him. With the scene set in Elain and Azriel’s kitchen, we thought it would be perfect to show Nyx’s artwork on display. And of course, we couldn’t resist showing our appreciation for a shirtless Az. 😏 We truly hope you adore this piece as much as we do.
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🎨 @ruisfree | Comm by: @duskwhisperer & @tswaney17
Characters belong to Sarah J. Maas
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Trigger warnings: mild NSFW language, tooth-rotting fluff
Word Count: 1,177
This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read here.
Azriel felt the pull even in his deep sleep. That urgent tug that something was amiss. He knew the feeling of his shadows trying to drag him from his slumber. Had experienced it for years.
He very nearly growled at the disruption, until a single shadow curled around his ear, whispering their secrets.
The heir is awake. He wanders the house.
That had his attention, his eyes blinking open and seeing the sky outside their bedroom window still stained deep blue and purple, the sun not yet basking over the eastern mountains to grace them with its presence. The moon’s glow across the floor indicated it was still very late at night or in the wee hours of the morning. Far too early for the nearly five-year-old to be out of bed.
Why Nyx was awake, he didn’t know, but he’d soon find out. Azriel carefully detached himself from Elain’s warm body. Her brows furrowed in protest, a wordless sound passing through her parted lips as he slowly slipped away.
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When I finally get a minute to read it .
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Thank you! 🥰😊🙏
I hope you all know how much joy you bring to peoples lives by sharing your art.
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Hi!
First of all, I love your writing. I love it.
Second of all, what are your favorite Elriel fics? I need some recommendations and names of fanfic writers.
I've never read fics before, but somehow I ended up in a rabbit hole of your fics and I am obsessed. Now I need more!
Hello sweet Anon! :)
Thank you!
Apaixonar by @thefangirlofhp (and everything else she wrote. She can copy a phone book and it would be riveting)
Pretty Little Angel by @dottielovegood (and really anything by her is amazing)
I Do Bad Things With You by @tswaney17 (ongoing and incredible and anything by her is excellent!)
Navy Suits, Chelsea Boots by @featherymalignancy (her writing is magnificent)
The Arrival by @theladyofdeath and @snelbz (not strictly Elriel, but a really fun ensemble cast of everyone. Also, they are very prolific writers, so there are a ton of great stories and one offs. But I always go back to The Arrival because it's my comfort fic)
You Painted Me Golden and all the Solstice fics which are fluffier than a bunny by @fawnandshadows
I think that's a good starting off point
(Just FYI, most of these are not in canon, because I prefer to read modern AUs, but some are--PLA and YPMG are canon)
Happy reading!
Also, this is not a comprehensive list by any means.
@impossiblescissorspeachpaper and @nightcourtseer write wonderful stories, but mostly one offs and @casuallivi has imagination like no one else
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What is your current read (book, audiobook, fanfic), and would you recommend it so far?
My current read is The Serpent and the Wings of Night. I'm only at chapter 6 so i don't know if i would recommend it but I really like it so far.
I haven't listened to an audio book yet lol
I'm currently in a phase where I'm re-reading my favorite parts of fics I've already read so technically there are some but the last fic was How to get the girl by @fawnandshadows and i absolutly recommend it. I love this fic so much
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I posted 1,895 times in 2022
That's 1,792 more posts than 2021!
135 posts created (7%)
1,760 posts reblogged (93%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@nikethestatue
@fawnandshadows
@thefangirlofhp
@sydneymack
@impossiblescissorspeachpaper
I tagged 1,461 of my posts in 2022
Only 23% of my posts had no tags
#elain archeron - 188 posts
#elriel - 137 posts
#elriel fanfic - 130 posts
#elrielmonth22 - 117 posts
#azriel - 63 posts
#elriel fanart - 59 posts
#elriel month 22 - 45 posts
#lol - 44 posts
#elain x azriel - 32 posts
#my writing - 27 posts
Longest Tag: 124 characters
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My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Remember when back in ACOMAF Feyre thought Azriel was the safest to strike a conversation with, even if he probably wasn’t??! (reminds you of another archeron?😏)
Yet, Azriel didn’t answer her, silently urging Cassian to talk about it.
Rhys and Cassian go on telling Feyre the story of how they’ve met, but Az is silent, tense, entering in a loop caused by the mention of his past, illyria, even Mor is worried with his frozen state.
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#4
Them: Azriel needs a chalenge! A fucking-strong-extrovert-warrior to teach his ass to be better!
Azriel: *crushing on Mor but perfectly content in letting golden-retriever-Cass entertain her loud-and-sexy-blond-ass for 500+ years*
Azriel: *takes four centuries to go clubbing with her*
Azriel: *meets lovely friendly flower girl*
Azriel: I like this one
Azriel: *glues his ass to hers for the next three years*
Everyone: 👁️👄👁️
Azriel: what?
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#3
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#2
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My #1 post of 2022
Rhys: agrees to be Feyre's distraction and give her body release, not offering anything else for fear she will shut down.
Readers: omg, that's so romantic! 😍 So hot 🥵
Cass: offers to be Nesta fuck buddy because he knows how she is pushing away from her feelings.
Readers: omg, he loves her so much! 😍 So hot 🥵
Az: gifts Elain with a especial necklace made for her, softly caresses her neck because he can't help it, ventures to kiss Elain after she gives him offer and permission, doesn't allow himself to think what comes next because she has a mate (who happens to be upstairs during said attempt!), but still dares to question the gods, implying he feels a connection so strong he can't understand why she is mated to another.
Some Readers: ew, fucking pervert! 😠 He clearly doesn't care for her 🙄 he wants to use her for perverted sex 😑 he's just saying that because she is the third sister 🙄 he doesn't even like her, who do this without a plan? How dare him not plan their next 500 years before that kiss?! 😒 Lazy bitch 😒
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“Feyre finds a violin that had belonged to Rhys once upon a passing fascination. She presents it to her older sister with quiet mumbles and hesitant stutters, and Elain accepts the case with a bright assuring smile.
It has been ages, so, so long since she’s played. Returning to grace had not returned Elain’s passion, one that had kept her soul sheltered in her childhood. Yet when she opens the case, and her hands grasp the neck and her fingers press against the strings, it’s a sense of waking from a dream, greeting an old friend, and somewhere along her distraught body, there is a sigh of relief.
Elain slides the bow along the strings, and the out-of-tune sound that follows brings tears to her eyes.
Hello. I’ve missed you.”
— your voice in autumn, Coming Soon.
I have the lovely, very lovely @mindpalace05 for their piece about Elain’s birthday and Azriel gifting her a violin for this entire project. I got so inspired and I haven’t had the urge to create something in so many formats like I have this time (Spotify playlist, Pinterest board, GIFs, a drawing, an entire fanfic) so I thank you very much— it wouldn’t have happened without you ❤️
Special thanks to @offtorivendell and @fawnandshadows for their invaluable input in the process ❤️
(Click more for up-close screenshots, inspiration for her dress, and some journaling)
I’m so happy that I got to practice so many things at once in this piece. Usually I don’t clean up my sketches and the line art is sort of an abstract mess but this time I’m very happy with it. It’s more special this time because it was constructed from my imagination, and then I had to go piece together several reference images for it. It was a very fun progress. I was stumped with what to do for her dress when Pinterest smacked me across the face like “bitch!” with this image when I was putting together a board for this fic. Oh yes it’s a fic— so far, we’re at 18k words so that should give you an idea of the kind of fic it is. Anyway, I’m glad that I’m practicing drawing, I can already feel the difference lol.
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I just want to say that I appreciate all these Elriel fanfic writers blessing us with their amazing content. I'm constantly searching through AO3 or tumblr for some elriel fics when I can, and every time I find one I get a giant boost of serotonin. It makes my day so much better and makes the waiting game less painful as we wait for Elain's book to come out. On a personal level, it brings me so much joy to read and look forward to something, especially in these tough times. Sincerely, thank you for what you do. Each and every one of you is so incredibly talented!!! 💖🦇💙
Here's just a few off the top of my head, I know I'm missing alot of people so if you have a favorite Elriel fanfic writer feel free to tag them to show some appreciation! 😊
@tswaney17 , @nikethestatue , @rhysanoodle , @fawnandshadows , @gopeachllama , @offtorivendell , @gripefroot , @mrspettyferr , @julesherondalex , @themissyvonne , @rosehallshadowsinger
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20 Questions Writer’s Edition
Thank you for tagging me @fawnandshadows
Sorry that it took me a small eternity to answer these questions.
1) How many works on AO3?
5
I am quite new to writing fanfiction. I started writing this April.
2) AO3 total word count?
195,774
Wow. That's a lot.
For reference, here's the word count for the Harry Potter books:
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone – 76,944 words
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets – 85,141 words
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban – 107,253 words
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire – 190,637 words
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix – 257,045 words
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince – 168,923 words
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – 198,227 words
(I love being able to say that I've written something that is longer than some of the HP books)
3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Only ACOTAR so far. And only Elriel. But I would like to write for some other fandoms at some point.
4) Top five works by kudos?
1. Pretty Little Angel
2. Please
3. ASMR
4. Happy Halloween
5. The bet
5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I try to!
At first when I started writing, I didn't reply to most comments because I didn't know that people usually replied to comments. I mainly replied if someone asked something or commented on something specific in the chapter. However, I do try to answer all/most comments now because I have realized how much I like it when people reply to my comments :)
I do know that I suck at replying, and sometimes I just forget (or it can take WEEKS).
I am, unfortunately, the same with messages from like friends and family, so just be happy that you have never tried to text me. I am the absolute worst when it comes to texting (and replying to comments.)
But I read every single one of them and they really make my days <3
6) Fic with angstiest ending?
None. I like happy endings. And honestly, I am a bit afraid of receiving hate if I wrote something with an angsty ending.
7) Happiest Ending?
All of them. (I haven't finished Pretty Little Angel yet, but I think it will have a happy ending too)
8) Do you write crossovers? What is the craziest one?
No, not really. Unless my Halloween fic where Azriel and Elain dress up as Rey and Kylo can be considered a crossover? But I don't think so. So no.
9) Ever received hate on a fic?
No, thank god. I don't deal with criticism (or hate/drama) very well.
10) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes. All of my fics are more or less smutty.
What kind? I guess the kinky kind with a lot of praise.
11) Ever had a fanfic stolen?
Nope!
12) Ever had a fic translated?
No. I didn't know that people translated fics? That's kind of cool! But I don't think I would want someone else to translate my work. I'm too much of a control freak, and I have a hard time trusting translations. (Probably because I have studied language and translation and KNOW how difficult it is to translate correctly.)
13) Ever co-written a fic?
No.
Or actually. Yes! I took a creative writing course at Uni where we had to write collaborative fanfiction (Yes. It's true!). But apart from that, no. I have not. And I don't think I will.
14) All time favorite ship?
Reylo! (I mainly read reylo fanfics actually)
I also like Elriel and Dramione.
15) What is a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I don't have very many WIPs. If I start something, I will try to finish it! However I did start writing a Nesta/Amren fic once, but I only wrote like half a page before giving up. So maybe that's my WIP that I will never finish?
16) Writing Strengths?
Smut?
and I think I'm pretty good at writing dialogue, and I get a lot of positive comments about my characterization, so I guess I'm good at that too?
(I've always been very bad at seeing my own strengths...)
17) Writing weaknesses?
I find it very difficult to write kissing scenes (hence why it took like 24 chapter for them to kiss in PLA, hehe).
But my biggest weakness is probably the fact that English is a foreign language to me. I don't speak it daily (but I do speak it a few times a week for work), and even though most people speak English quite well in my country, we don't really speak English to each other in our every day life. I did study English at university, but I still feel that I am lacking. And since I tend to compare myself to English writers, it's very easy for me to criticize my own language skills (even though I know that my English is very good). I feel that I repeat the same phrases quite often, and that I use the same words over and over again, even though I try to be mindful of repetitions and synonyms and such.
18) what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?
Hmm... I only like it if the author translates the dialogue. (I also think that the author should know the language to some degree and not use google translate). I prefer it if the translation is given naturally in the context of the fic, but I'm okay with providing the translation in the end notes.
19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?
If I told you, I would have to kill you.
No, but honestly. That information goes with me to my grave. It's too embarrassing. But I can say that it was for a band I liked when I was like 16.
It was not a cool band.
20) What is your favorite fic you’ve written?
Pretty Little Angel.
Even though it's like 80% smut, I'm quite proud of it. Especially since people seem to like it. When I first started writing it, I didn't think people would read it since I wasn't a part of this fandom or anything at the time. I think that I've written Elain and Azriel very well in this fic, and I have tried to stay true to their characters, so that's why PLA is my favorite.
I also think that some of the smutty chapters are very sexy :)
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I tag anyone who has ever wanted to be tagged in one of these lists.
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The Night Before Christmas
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: None
AO3
Pairing: Elriel
Gifting this to my bestie @thefangirlofhp !!! I have loved getting to know you for over a year now (which is absolutely insane to me) and you always find a way to make me smile — even when you make me cry. I am constantly blown away by your talent and your win and your sense of humor. Also, feel free to consider this a bride for any season Azzine content my love 🫶🏻. Sequel to my fic Love In Every Stitch
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” Azriel exclaimed softly, closing the book after Sofia had her fill of the illustrations. His back leaned against her child’s purple wooden headboard, his dark curls rumpled and his reading glasses hung low on his nose — the dim glow of the bedside seashell-lamp gleamed off the metallic frames — and Sofia’s small, pajama clad form leaned against him.
Elain watched them silently from the doorway, having just come from brushing her teeth and was hoping to give her daughter a kiss goodnight before tucking her in, but she didn’t want to interrupt their time together. Azriel spent so much time at the hospital (and Graysen barely bothered to get to know his daughter, even less so than before) that Elain wanted to make sure Sofia got an ample amount of time with the only father figure in her life.
“Ash,” Sofia said, her voice heavy with sleep, shifting underneath her quilt to gaze up at her adoptive father. “Santa comes tonight?” A small fist raised to rub her eye.
“That’s right, pumpkin,” Azriel said, brushing some of her curls out of her face. “You left the cookies out? Milk? Carrots for the reindeer?” Elain watched as Sofia nodded her head, blonde curls bouncing with her movement. “Then the only thing left to do is sleep, sweetheart.”
“Otay,” Sofia said, burrowing further beneath her covers, shutting her eyes so tightly that little wrinkles formed around her eyes. “I’m sleeping.” She whispered loudly.
Azriel smiled down at her, kissing her forehead before sliding out of the bed. His eyes caught hers and he motioned for Elain to join them.
One honey-brown eye popped open as Elain sat on her daughter's bed.
“Did Santa come, Momma?” Sofia asked hopefully.
“Not yet,” Elain shook her head and brought the quilt up to Sofia’s heart shaped chin. “He only comes when you’re sleeping, remember?”
Sofia nodded and promptly closed her eyes again.
“Momma,” Sofia whispered with her eyes closed. “I’m too excited to sleep.”
“I know, honey,” Elain said softly and tucked a strand of hair behind her daughter's ear. “Would it help if I turned on the night light?”
Sofia nodded gently, already drifting off to dreamland. Without her even asking, Azriel walked over and switched the night light on, casting the entire room in a warm glow as it projected snowflakes onto the walls and ceiling. He then turned off the bedside lamp and walked to where she sat on the bed.
“Tanks,” Sofia said drowsily, her face softening and neck tilting to the side. Her small lips opening gently. “‘Night.”
“Good night, baby.” Elain placed a small kiss on her forehead before leaving with Azriel, both of them gazing fondly at sleeping Sofia before Elain closed the door.
“Thank you,” Elain smiled gratefully at him, wrapping her arms around his trim waist. “It means a lot that you spend so much time with her.”
One of his hands rested on her hip and the other between her shoulder blades. There was a slight hesitation, but it was something they were working through. Azriel had his own demons when it came to his self-image, especially around his scarred hands, and there was still a part of him that like felt he was undeserving of Elain — especially after learning he was a catalyst in her divorce from Graysen. So, Elain initiated most of their physical contact and Azriel slowly got better at accepting it.
They officially started dating this past fall. Azriel was prepared to wait what he deemed an “appropriate” amount of time, until Elain felt comfortable dating again, but she said that she had wasted enough time on Graysen and didn’t want to sacrifice anymore for his benefit. So, as soon as the contracts were signed, Elain showed up at his doorstep with Sofia and asked to cook him dinner. Now, he spent more time at her house than his apartment with his belongings almost migrating there completely. First it was his charger, then it was his toothbrush, and then his clothes wound up in her dresser and closet and it just made sense for him to start spending most of his nights here. And it was about 15 minutes closer to the hospital, which Elain always reminded him of whenever he hesitated in spending the night.
“I love Sofia, Elain,” Azriel said, his hands rubbing circles on her back. “You don’t have to thank me for spending time with her.”
She sniffed and Azriel felt it chip away at his heart like an ice pick.
“It’s just that Graysen never spent time with her, and I-I see how much she loves you and how much you make her smile and I just wish you were her dad,” Elain fought to keep her voice under control — Azriel cooed into her ear to help calm her. “Which isn’t fair to you. And if you ever left she’d be devastated—”
“Elain, hey,” Azriel cut her off in a rush, pulling his face out of her hair to gaze down at her. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Another sniff.
“I know,” Elain said, her small fingers pressing into him. “It’s just that Graysen lost interest in me after we had Sofia a-and you — you’re so good to her, but it seems too good to be true. Like one day you’ll realize we’re too much work and you’ll come home later and later and then I’ll wake up one day and you’ll be gone from our lives and—”
“Elain—”
“I know it’s not fair to put this on you since we’ve only been together for a few months and we’ve been moving so quickly—”
“Elai—”
“So, I just want her to get as much time with you as possible. It’s important for a young girl to have a father—”
“El—”
“Which is unfair to you because you never asked—”
His lips crushed hers, and Elain’s teary eyes opened wide in surprise. The kiss was borderline harsh, but it was exactly what Elain needed.
“I want to be with you Elain,” Azriel said earnestly, her lovely face between his hands. “And if time is the only thing that will prove it to you, then so be it. I’ll be here for you.”
Elain relaxed into him and sighed.
“I’m sorry.” Elain whispered, trying to brush away the embarrassment that was eating at her insides.
“Don’t apologize, Lain,” Azriel said, his thumbs brushing over her warm cheeks. “We both have shit to work through, and we’ll do it together, right?”
She nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
“Together,” She repeated and pressed her lips against his. After a moment of just enjoying his embrace, she pulled back and mouthed the word, “Gifts?” In case Sofia was somehow still awake, and Azriel nodded along.
The two of them padded across the wooden floor and down the steps, putting in the last minute effort to make a little magic for the child sleeping upstairs.
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The living room had torn wrapping paper and ribbon scattered everywhere, and Elain wasn’t even bothered to see her hours of work ripped to shreds in a matter of minutes. It was all worth it to see Sofia smiling and hear her laughing. Hopped up on the joy of gifts and a sugary breakfast.
“Ash,” Sofia asked, tucked into his side, a half eaten cinnamon roll held in her small, sticky hand. “If you married Momma would you be my Papa?”
Elain watched Azriel tense at the question, unsure of how to proceed. The small child had no clue she just dropped a question-bomb on him as she nibbled on her breakfast. Azriel looked at her over Sofia’s head and Elain nodded at his unasked question.
“Yes, sweetheart, I would be,” Azriel replied, and Sofia simply nodded in response and focused on her cinnamon roll. He didn’t meet her gaze over her daughter's head. “I think it’s time for your momma to open a present.” He gently placed the child on her mothers lap.
“Momma,” Sofia whispered loudly, not knowing that Azriel could hear her as he dug around for a present. “I think you should marry him,” She crawled further onto her mothers lap, one small leg on each side of her hip, and her cheek pressed into her chest as her arms wrapped around her tightly. “I want him as my Papa.”
“I think I should too,” Elain replied, in the same loud whisper. “He makes a really good papa, huh?”
Sofia nodded and finished her cinnamon roll.
“Found it,” Azriel said, a touch too loudly. Elain smiled as she watched him crawling out from under the tree, brushing needles off of his blue flannel pajamas. He slowly approached her, his cheeks rosy and flushed, and held out a thin, rectangular, beautifully wrapped present.
The wrapping paper was a deep red and a decorative silver bow was placed on top of it. He must have snuck it into their gift pile when Elain wasn’t looking.
“What is it?” Elain asked, a giddy feeling fluttering in her chest.
“If only there was a way for you to find out.” Azriel teased, grinning shyly at her.
Excitedly, Elain ripped off the wrapping paper and unveiled a fine leather box. When she cracked it open her breath escaped her lungs as she saw pink pearls all strung together, with a mosaic rose pendant dangling from the strand. A necklace.
“Beautiful,” Elain breathed, her fingers barely touching the smooth pearls. “Put it on me?”
Azriel sat next to her, not having to pull her hair off of her neck since she had it piled on top of her head with one of those claw clips that he thought looked uncomfortable.
Elain could feel his breath ghosting across the skin of her neck and shivered.
“How does it look?” Elain asked.
“Pretty,” Sofia said, awestruck. “I have a pretty Momma.” Her small fingers gently floated over the pearls.
“The prettiest.” Azriel confirmed, dipping his head to kiss her cheek — but Elain had shifted to look at him more fully, and their lips collided.
“Oooooh,” Sofia cooed playfully, and Elain laughed at her child, turning her head to see Sofia gazing at them with a face-splitting grin. Azriel never moved his head, so his lips ended up on her cheek. Their original destination. “Ash loves Momma.”
Sofia laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world.
“It’s true.” Azriel whispered against her cheek.
“He loves you too, honey.” Elain said in a loud, fake whisper.
Sofia shyly looked at Azriel, her face tucking into her mothers chest.
“Really?” Sofia asked, and Elain knew her daughter's mind was working overtime.
“Of course I love you, pumpkin.”
“Enough to be my Papa?” Her sticky fingers played with buttons on her pajamas.
“Yes.” Azriel replied in a thick, emotional voice. His large hand came forward to rest on Sofia’s small back, gently rubbing circles to soothe her.
Elain could see the whites of his eyes start to turn red.
“So, I can call you Papa? Papa Ash?”
It broke Elain’s heart to hear the hesitation in her daughter's voice.
“I would love that.” Azriel said, and Sofia leaned forward to wrap her arms around Azriel’s neck. And Elain gently handed her daughter off to Azriel, tucking her into his side before gently getting off the couch.
“Do you want another cinnamon roll, Sof?” Elain asked her daughter and watched as she nodded her small head. Her eyes met Azriel’s bright hazel ones over blonde curls. “More coffee?” Elain asked, and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips after he nodded.
“Merry Christmas.” Elain mumble into his lips before grabbing his empty mug from the coffee table.
“The merriest.” Azriel said, smiling as his fingers smoothed some of Sofia’s blonde curls.
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Fawn Fest - Devil's Delight
Prompt: Baking would be fun (and maybe also disastrous) but perhaps with the sisters? or with Cassian? hehehe from @nikethestatue
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Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Slight Angst
“The secret to my chocolate cake,” Elain said, standing on her tippy toes as she opened the wooden cabinet. “Is Hershey’s Special Dark Cocoa Powder,” She stretched a little more, desperately trying to get the tips of her finger on the container on the highest shelf. “It gives it,” Elain let out a little grunt. “The really nice dark color.”
Elain felt the heavy presence of Cassian come up behind her, maybe an inch of space separated their bodies, as he reached up and easily grabbed the container of cocoa powder.
Even though Cassian was only 22, he had the muscles of an Olympic God. She had no idea how he did it, but she wasn’t complaining. Especially not in the summer when their family would spend their days by the pool swimming and tanning until they were so exhausted they ended up crashing in the living room with some movie lulling them to sleep. And she definitely didn’t mind during the fall, when their families would get together for their annual flag football tournaments.
Elain, Cassian, and Rhysand versus Azriel, Feyre, and Nesta.
Whenever they won, which wasn’t as often as Cassian and Rhysand would like, Cassian would lift Elain over his shoulder in celebration. There was something about the ease in which he handled her that left her breathless, or maybe it was all the blood rushing to her head as her head landed somewhere by his tushy and her feet flailed above his head that caused her to feel so light headed.
“Are you sharing secrets with me, Lainy?” Cassian teased, his warm chuckle sounded right next to her ear and reverberated through her body. He leaned forward just a bit, his brown hair falling over her shoulder, and Elain pivoted just slightly towards him and hoped he didn’t notice the slight pinkening of her cheeks.
She told herself it was the early September chill that caused the shiver to creep down her spine.
“Yes, one of many,” Elain teased as she pointed a finger and pressed it into his hard chest. “And you’re the only one who knows, so you better not tell.”
“Just how many secrets do you have, Lainy?” Cassian grinned with a raised eyebrow, his hazel eyes bright.
Cassian moved his arm to rest against the counter, effectively trapping Elain. She ignored the cords of muscle that flexed beneath his dark skin.
“That,” Elain said, nudging his arm out of the way with her hip. “Is none of your business. Now,” She grasped the container from his hand and tried to break free of the bicep that was barricading her to the counter. “Do you want to bake Nesta’s birthday cake or what?’
Cassian dropped his arm immediately. His face turned startlingly serious, the kind of expression Elain imagined he wore when charging down the football field or across the baseball diamond or even in the ballet classes he did on the side to stay active. If Cassian set his mind to something, then he was nothing but pure grit until he achieved it.
It was one of the things that Elain admired most about him.
He had one of the busiest schedules she'd ever seen, but he never complained. He still found time to be with his friends and family, and he made sure to give everyone his undivided attention. And he always tried to make everybody's day better.
So, when he came to her and asked for help to bake a cake for Nesta’s birthday, Elain didn’t hesitate to say yes.
Cassian, with all of his determination, had been trying to win over Nesta for as long as Elain could remember. The second he laid eyes on her, Elain saw the interest spark in his hazel eyes. She saw the curiosity that curled his lips into a grin every time he was in the same room as her — It was a shift on a biological level, as if something in Nesta called to him.
She saw the way that Cassian hardened his heart just a little every time he watched Nesta with someone else. Someone that treated her poorly, someone that Nesta didn’t even like. Someone that would hurt Cassian just as much as it would hurt Nesta.
So, Elain pushed aside her silly little crush and agreed to help him.
Her smile never even faltered.
Despite the dull ache in her chest and the constant pain that scratched at her heart
“First things first,” Elain said, taking a deep breath as she stepped away from him. “Preheat the oven to 350,”
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Her cheeks hurt from smiling.
They physically ached, but Elain couldn’t stop it.
Not as she saw a flour coated Cassian looking at the standing mixer as if it had committed the worst kind of betrayal.
“How could he do this?” Cassian grunted, leaning forward with one hand on his hip and the other on the top of her pink kitchen-aid.
Cassian, in all his eagerness, went three speeds too high on the mixer and a mushroom cloud of flour erupted in the kitchen.
At some point Cassian had tied his hair into a messy bun, but a few strands of inky hair had fallen forward. Slightly blocking his handsome face from Elain’s view, but Elain could still see the hard line of his jaw that was popping out just a bit.
“It’s not a big—” Elain cut herself off as Cassian’s hazel eyes shot to her face. He inspected her face, bringing one hand up to her flour covered face.
Cassian delicately ran his finger across her plump cheek, brushing off the flour that had puffed out of the mixer, and adding a little more to the white haziness in the air.
Elain hoped that there was enough flour left on her cheek for Cassian not to see the blush that his touch created.
“Blake betrayed us.” Cassian said, his dark brow pinching.
“Blake?”
“The mixer.” Cassian stated, grabbing a clean dish towel to gently clean up her face. Her chin was delicately tucked between his fingers.
“Its name is Blake?” Elain asked, ignoring how closely her lips came to touching his fingers. The distance between the two heavy and charged.
“There’s always a Blake,” Cassian grumbled, his warm breath scattered over her face as he worked. Elain felt strangely unsettled being the center of his attention. “Always.”
His brown eyes were trained on her, and Elain vaguely wondered how much flour was on her face that it took him so long to wipe it all off.
Elain slowed her breathing, her eyes trained on his face as he worked, and she wondered what was going through his mind.
“What are you thinking?” Elain asked, unable to stop herself before the words rushed out of her mouth.
Cassian paused, his hand stood still on her cheek, and he looked at her.
Really looked at her.
He let the towel fall and used his fingers to tuck a lock of golden hair behind her ear.
“I am thinking,” Cassian said, his eyes looking into hers. He tilted her chin up, his fingers scorching against her skin. Cassian paused for a moment, and Elain could see that he was mulling over what words to say — but that concentration was broken by the dinging on his phone. “That we should do this more often.”
Cassian gave her an easy smile. He dropped her chin and tapped her on the nose before backing up and taking his phone out of his pants.
“It’s Az,” Cassian said, and Elain could hear the anxiety in his voice. “They’ll be here in an hour.”
“I guess we should finish.” Elain said, forcing herself to smile, and ignoring the surge of pleasure as some of the tension eased from Cassian's body.
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“It looks good.” Cassian said, and Elain could hear the pride in his voice as he took in their cake.
As far as Elain was concerned, it was the best cake that she had ever made.
“It looks perfect! Our very own cake,” Elain said smiling. “Devil’s Delight.” They had named the cake after Cassian almost doubled the amount of cocoa powder in the recipe, but Elain had managed to take most of it out.
Elain hip checked him, and blushed as Cassian laid a heavy arm over her shoulder.
The cake was perfectly round, so they had that going for them, but it was slightly lopsided. And the lettering that spelled “Happy Birthday Nesta '' was written in Cassian’s scrawl rather than Elain’s practiced handwriting. The frosting wasn’t smooth, per say, but if anyone asked they could say that they wanted a more rustic look for the cake — Elain was just happy that they had enough frosting left considering how much they ate while waiting for the cake to cool.
They admired their work for all of 20 seconds, and during those few moments Elain let herself relax in Cassian’s embrace and let herself lean into his warmth, before the front door creaked open.
Cassian instantly dropped his arm — Elain immediately felt the loss of him — and grabbed the cake. There was a look of pure excitement on his face as he picked up the cake, and he nodded towards Elain, silently asking her to light the candles that circled the perimeter of their masterpiece.
Elain did so quickly, and stepped off to the side to let Cassian leave the kitchen. As soon as he crossed the threshold and headed to the front of the house, he started singing Happy Birthday in a booming voice.
She followed behind him, quietly singing along, and she peered around Cassian’s large frame to see Nesta standing at the door with Feyre, Rhys, and Azriel. Elain was more than happy to let her voice be drowned out by Cassian, Feyre, and Rhys — In fact, it was almost as if she and Azriel were in competition to see who could sing the quietest.
Nesta stood in the middle of them all, her arms wrapped around herself, and tried to hide her smile. But it was obvious that she was happy — the happiest that she had looked in a long time.
After they finished singing Cassian leaned down to smack a kiss on Nesta's cheek and told her to blow the candles out, so she did.
“This is the ugliest cake I have ever seen.” Nesta said laughing, and Cassian clutched his chest in mock outrage.
“It’s beautiful!” Elain said, taking a step closer to the group. “Cassian worked really hard on it.”
Nesta’s blue eyes looked at her sister before moving onto Cassian.
“I appreciate it,” Nesta said, placing one hand on Cassian’s forearm. “Now someone cut me a piece.”
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Elriel Month Day 16
Chapter One
Rating: T
Word Count: 1.5
Warnings: None
The first time they met in the garden was an accident.
Elain was tending to her roses, the kind that perfumed all of the townhouse, when a shadow crept over her. It was blocking the sun that was beating down on her — Despite her floppy hat the sun was still blistering hot and managed to stream through the cracks in the straw.
The shadow that shaded her felt like a cold drink.
Elain instantly relaxed, basking in the shade it provided her. She leaned back onto her calves, wiping her dirty hands on her apron and looked around.
Everything was exactly as she expected it to be, but the shadow above her was instantly recognizable as Azriel’s. It wasn’t the first time he had done this for her, in fact he did it almost every time he was at the townhouse — never mentioning it, just acting as if it never occurred. But he hadn’t done it for her since that night.
The solstice.
Ever since that night he had become distant and withdrawn. Elain had only ever seen him at family dinners, not even eating, just moving the food around on his plate. She always tried to prepare his favorites, as an apology and as a way to entice him to eat, but it didn’t work. He simply gripped his fork and moved the food around, and when Elain was cleaning the dishes that night she knew which fork was Azriel’s — it was the only one that was bent in half.
Elain peered up at the window above her, the only one that had a direct view of the garden. It was all the way up towards the top of the house and she saw a tall, dark figure through the glass.
Azriel.
She lifted her arm in a wave, and before she could stop herself she motioned for him to come join her.
His features were shadowed, she could really only see the outline of his broad shoulders and impressive length of his wings. He didn’t move, however, at her motion. The shadowsinger just stood there, looking down at her from afar.
So, Elain motioned again. Her hand spinning frantically in front of her, little pieces of dirt flying from her hand.
And when he still didn’t move, Elain did the only thing she could think of.
She picked up the gardening shears beside her and stabbed herself in the leg.
——
What the fuck was she thinking?
Azriel didn’t think. He reacted.
He rushed down the flights of stairs, practically throwing himself down them, and ran out to the garden. He didn’t think about the fact that it would have been quicker and easier to winnow, he didn’t even stop to assess the situation.
Elain had fucking stabbed herself.
In the leg.
With shears.
Fury and concern roiled through him as he threw open the door leading to the garden. Shadows blurred his vision as they swarmed him — no fear however shown on Elain’s face as the Shadowsinger bathed in darkness approached her.
Azriel immediately dropped to his knees next to her, his hands coming up to grasp her thigh, moving and shoving the thin layer of her dress around to find the wound. She must have already taken the shears out — he couldn’t find the damned wound.
All he could feel was a warm, soft thigh.
Azriel blinked as he looked down and saw the shears planted firmly in the ground next to her, not lodged into her thigh like he had thought.
“I — I saw—” Azriel stuttered, looking into her beautiful brown eyes.
“I know what you saw,” Elain said delicately, a bashful smile on her lips. “I wanted you to see it.”
He stared at her, letting the words sink in. His hands still cradling the softness of her thigh, his fingers creating little divots in her lilac dress as the fabric bunched under his large hands.
Plush. That’s how her thigh felt.
Her face was as beautiful as always. The delicate slope of her nose pointed up towards the sky, as if it wanted to kiss the sunshine, and her plump cheeks were red from toiling over her garden, and little curls of gold escaped her braid to frame her face.
She looked so…alive. Like a beautiful Spring day.
“You made me see it?” Azriel asked, unmoving.
She shrugged a delicate shoulder, the blade of her collar bone disappearing with the movement, drawing Azriel’s attention to the little droplet of sweat that rested on the bone.
“I’ve been practicing my abilities,” Elain said, her pink tongue coming up to wet her lips, her eyes flickering between his hands and his face. His face which was just a couple inches from hers. “And I’ve learned that I can make people see things, if I try hard enough. It’s like I can project an image from my brain into theirs.”
Azriel was so stunned at the revelation that he almost forgot he was touching Elain Archeron’s thigh. Almost.
And she was letting him. She made no move to dislodge his hands. Her palms were firmly planted on the grass, and if anything she spread her legs ever so slightly to give him better access.
Azriel swallowed as he squeezed her soft thigh just a little before reluctantly pulling away. He thought he saw her pillowy lips frown just a hair before settling into a polite smile.
“It was the only way I could think of to get you near me, I’m sorry, I know it wasn’t right of me to play with you like that, “ Elain said, her voice wobbling. “I’ve missed you so much, and I never see you anymore, and I hate myself for ruining our friendship —”
“Elain,” Azriel said, cutting her off. Her eyes widened at the use of her first name, the first time she had ever heard him say it in his lovely voice. “I’ve missed you too, but you haven’t ruined anything. You don’t have it in you to ruin anything. There are things about that night that you don’t know, that I can’t tell you, but I hate myself for hurting you.”
They stared at each other for a small eternity.
Azriel tried to be a gentleman.
He tried not to notice the way her breathing turned heavy, how her chest strained against the bodice of her dress, how the two pale globes threatened to break loose of the constraining garment — and he wanted to help free them. The way she leaned back onto her palms made the fabric tighten over her breasts, and it was easy for him to see himself crawling on top of her and settling his hips between her legs and kissing her until they had fallen into the flowers behind her.
“Are you doing it again?” Azriel asked, snapping himself out of his thoughts.
A small furrow appeared between her blond brows as she said, “No.”
No, of course not, it was just his imagination, as usual. In vivid, painstaking detail.
“Elain,” Azriel said, clearing some of the gravel from his voice. “That projection is very similar to daemati abilities. We should talk to Rhysand.”
Elain bit her lip and nodded slowly.
“I’ve been meaning to,” Elain started, her voice suddenly very small. “It’s just that I don’t want anyone to worry, and I’m afraid they’ll think I’m a freak or something,” Elain said, her short-trimmed nails digging into the dirt. “Which is completely unfair of me, but” She sighed a heartbreaking sigh. “I hate to be thought of as something else yet again.”
“Something else?” Azriel asked gently.
Her brown eyes looked up from the ground and Azriel couldn’t stop the devastation that coursed through him at the loneliness that shone in them.
“As anything other than Elain.”
The words pummeled his heart, like tiny furious fists.
Azriel opened his mouth, but was unsure of what to say.
“You’ve,” Elain said gently, nervously. “Always seen me, I think. You’re the only one that has ever truly seen me for who I am, and then you just left me, and I was all alone.”
A single tear ran down her cheek.
“Elain, I’m so sorry.” Azriel rasped, his hands coming up to do…something. Tug her so that she was on his lap, in his embrace, or maybe even to wipe her tear away. But they just kind of stopped, suspended in mid-air, waiting for permission.
She sat up straighter and gently clasped both of his hands, bringing them so that they settled on her lap. Her thumbs running over the scars on the backs of his hands
“Would you,” Elain said, cutting herself off by swallowing her emotions. Azriel tracked the delicate bob of her throat. “Would you consider being my friend again?” Elain asked, her red rimmed eyes looking through his eyes and into his soul.
“I would be honored.” Azriel said, his voice scraping against his dry throat.
“We could meet in my garden,” Elain suggested, smiling brightly. “Once a week, if that works for you?”
“Of course.” Azriel said, and then he did something that he hadn’t planned. That he hadn’t even thought about. Had convinced himself it was never possible.
He picked up Elain’s hands, their beauty enhanced by little streaks of dirt and thin white scars, and planted two soft, open-lip kisses on the backs of them.
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How You Get The Girl
Chapter 24
Ao3 ~ Masterlist
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Smut, Language
Elain was an expert in quick changes, but slipping into the lacy lingerie that she had bought specifically for Azriel was by far the most important of them all. She was just browsing online when she saw the dusty lilac babydoll. As soon as she laid eyes on it she wanted to see Azriel’s reaction to her wearing it. It was feminine and romantic and she just knew he’d like it.
Her suitcase was unzipped and her clothes were falling out of it and moved into the far corner of the room, hastily shoved to the side, and her travel clothes were on the floor next to it. Hopefully Azriel would be too focused on her to notice the mess she made.
She heard his footsteps in the hall and her heart jumped into her throat. His footsteps were quiet, so quiet that everyone else thought he was silent, but she was so deeply in tune with him that she heard him no matter what.
The doorknob to her room turned, and Elain found herself falling back onto one elbow and she positioned her legs in a way that she knew was sultry and showed off her full hips.
Damn, she silently cursed herself, she should have packed heels.
Elain watched as Azriel walked into the room and stop in his tracks when he saw her splayed out on the bed. Her golden curls tossed behind her shoulders. He looked like he was hit by an invisible truck, his body completely stopping short.
“Hi.” Elain breathed, smiling at him. She had planned to stay sultry and seductive, but his reaction caused the biggest smile to overtake her face.
“Fuck.”
She couldn’t help but throw her head back and laugh as he dropped his suitcase on the floor. And not even a sexy laugh, but one that was full-bodied and had her gasping for air.
“I’m supposed to be seducing you.” Elain said through her laughter, which caused her body to shake. His hazel eyes slid along the curve of her body before latching onto her heavy breasts.
“It’s fucking working.” Azriel growled and started towards bed.
“Uh-uh-uh!” Elain stopped him with a pointed finger and extended a leg towards him. “Condom.”
Azriel cursed under his breath and riffled through his suitcase for his box of condoms, and when he found them he tossed the package onto the bed next to her.
He pulled off his shirt and let it drop to the floor, and Elain felt her pussy clench at the sight of his muscled torso. His brown skin beautiful, tattooed, and scarred. Her hands balled into fists to stop herself from reaching for him. She wanted those hard muscles under the pads of her fingers. Wanted to feel his body react to her touch.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” Elain said, staring up at him and he unbuckled his belt.
Her toes curled at the sound of his zipper coming undone.
Azriel was silent as he shucked off his jeans, taking his briefs with him, and then he was naked standing before her.
Her chest rose and fell as she took heavy breathes.
She squirmed as he walked closer to her, and as soon as he was close enough Elain placed her hands on his bare hips. Her thumbs grazing the sharp edges of his hip bones before moving her hands up and over his abs.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while.” Elain admitted, and before Azriel could question her she moved forward and ran her tongue up along the ridges of his six-pack. His muscles quaking underneath her.
“Fuck,” Azriel groaned, his hands digging into her hair. “How long, exactly, have you wanted to lick my abs?”
“Too long.” Elain said and pressed a kiss into his navel, her humid breath ghosting over his skin.
Azriel let out a pained groan as Elain slid from his grasp and fell to her back.
“This,” His hand landed flat on her stomach, and her muscles clenched under his touch. “This is beautiful, Elain,” His fingers worked the silky fabric. “And one day I’ll fuck you while you wear it, but not today.”
Azriel lifted the scrap of fabric over her head and threw it over his shoulder, and then he slowly pulled the matching panties down her legs.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Azriel said, pressing kisses into her soft belly. He brought one hand between her thighs and groaned into her skin. “And wet.”
“It’s the anticipation.” Elain said, sighing as Azriel clasped one of her nipples between his teeth. Gently teasing the hardened bud.
His fingers started working between her legs, brushing over her clit before plunging one finger inside of her warmth. And then another. Thrusting in and out while his thumb pressed on her swollen bud.
“Azriel.” Elain gasped, arching as she clenched around his fingers.
He propped himself onto his elbow and stared down at her, taking in the way her eyes screwed shut and the way her mouth hung open in pleasure.
“More,” Elain whispered, opening her eyes slightly to look at him. “Please.”
Azriel didn’t say anything. He slowly retracted his hand and then reached across the bed to grab one of the condoms that had fallen out of the box.
The tearing of foil sounded through the room.
Elain watched as he slid the condom over his cock and bit down on her bottom lip as her stomach tumbled with excitement. She pushed herself to her elbows, her hair falling messily behind her, and looked as Azriel positioned himself at her entrance.
With one hand on her hip, Azriel sank into her. Slow and steady and one of Elain’s hands came up to grip Azriel’s bicep, her nails sinking into his muscle.
“Fuck,” Azriel said, dropping down onto one hand next to her. His black hair falling into his face. “You’re so tight. And so fucking wet. You feel like a fucking dream.”
Elain took deep breaths, getting used to the size and feel of him. How he stretched her so deliciously to the point of almost pain.
It had been so long since Elain last had sex that it felt like the first time all over again. Well, not exactly. There was no awkward fumbling. No discomfort. Just pleasure.
“You,” Elain gasped as Azriel sank in another inch. “Feel even bigger than you look.”
Slowly, Azriel pushed forward into her until Elain was completely full.
Elain gasped as she felt the press of his piercing deep inside of her, in a place that no one had ever reached before.
By pure reflex, one of Elain’s hands reached for his tight ass cheek, her nails digging into his flesh.
Her hips shifted up as his pelvis ground against her clit, and the walls of sex clenched around him, causing Azriel’s breath to turn jagged.
“I pictured fucking you for hours and hours the first time,” Azriel said heavily, his breath against his damp breath gasping against her neck. “Until we were both seeing stars, but fuck you feel better than I imagined.”
“We can,” Elain’s breath jolted as he pulled out, his piercing pressing against her clit before thrusting back into her, her wetness sounding through the room. “Still do that.”
Azriel started to move his hips faster, more erratic as his control started slipping further and further away from him.
The sound of his pounding into her filled the room, causing Elain to buck her hips.
“Fuck.” Azriel breathed, thrusting harder.
Hot pleasure was mounting within Elain, and with one last push Elain hit her breaking point. The walls of her cunt clenching his dick as her orgasm cratered through her.
Azriel grabbed her hips, making sure he was as deep seated as possible, before coming inside of her.
“That was…” Elain drifted off breathlessly, loving the feel of his muscle-hardened, sweaty body against hers.
“I agree.” Azriel said, breathing heavily through his nose before pulling her in for a sloppy kiss.
Elain reached down to pull off the used condom, and she tossed it on the floor without a second thought.
“Thank you.” Elain said as Azriel dropped next to her. She wasted no time before snuggling into his side, wanting every inch of their skin to touch.
“For what?” Azriel asked, his breath slowly turning back to normal. His hands felt her entire body. Running up the length of her back and lush bottom.
“It was perfect.” Elain sighed, kissing his strong neck.
Azriel held her closer.
— —
When Azriel woke, it was slowly.
This wasn’t the first time that Elain had recognized it, but it was different. Maybe it was because she still felt sore from their day (and night) together, but the way Azriel was clinging to her and burrowing his face into her neck made it seem as if there was nowhere else he wanted to be.
“Good morning,” Elain said, turning and wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips came together in a leisurely kiss. “Would you like to explain to me why I smell coffee?” Elain asked against his lips.
“I set it up last night when I got us dinner,” Azriel said in a sleep ridden voice. One that made Elain’s bones melt. He cracked open one hazel eye. “I figured we’d be a bit busy last night and wouldn’t want to get up and brew it this morning.”
“You think of everything,” Elain sighed and pressed a kiss into his hard peck. “I love that about you.”
Azriel placed a kiss on top of her head.
Elain moved to get out of bed and right when she was about to plant her feet on the wooden floor, she squealed and jerked back. Almost tumbling into Azriel.
“What the fuck?” Azriel asked, worry pulling at his brows, and his hands grabbing Elain to pull her away from the edge of the bed. “Is there a mouse?”
“No,” Elain shook her head and looked at him with wide eyes. “How many times did we do it last night?”
She blinked at him, her face flushing.
Azriel tried to stop the smile from forming fully on his lips.
“Quite a few.” Azriel responded.
Elain jerked her head, urging Azriel to peek over the edge of the bed.
“Did we go through the entire box?” Elain whisper-yelled, and then fought the embarrassment that rose within her. There was nobody here to hear her. And she certainly wasn’t whispering last night.
Azriel rubbed his lips with his finger as he looked at the used condoms they had discarded on the floor.
It was a bit of a concerning sight to see first thing in the morning.
Elain crawled across the bed, her bum in the air, and reached for the box at the foot of the bed.
“That is a much better sight.” Azriel said, tilting his head to take in Elain’s rounded bottom.
She looked over her shoulder at him, her cheeks still pink, and shook the empty box at him.
“We should make a run to the store,” Elain said, watching as Azriel moved towards her, and not stopping him as he grasped her hips to twist her so that she laid on her back. “To get some more.”
Azriel nodded in agreement and pressed his morning erection into her wet, swollen pussy.
Elain moaned and moved against him.
“I’m going on the pill, or something. Whatever the doctor recommends.” Elain gasped as his piercing flicked over her clit.
Azriel stilled above her.
“You don’t have to.” Azriel said, pulling back.
“I want to feel you inside me… with no barriers. And I trust you.”
Azriel placed one large hand on her neck and pulled her in for a passionately slow kiss. Their hips still moving against each other.
If Elain was with anybody else, then she might have been embarrassed by her body’s reaction to him. How wet she got just from his kiss and the feel of his cock moving against her sex — but she felt too good, and Azriel was just as turned on by her body as she was by his.
He moved again, pressing her deeper into the mattress.
Elain’s body pulsed as an orgasm rushed through her, and she felt Azriel coming all over her pussy and stomach. The warm liquid landing on her sensitive skin.
“That was,” Elain took a deep breath. “Hot.”
“The things I want to do to you, Elain.” Azriel groaned against her lips. A sinful promise in his voice.
Elain swallowed.
“We’ll go to the store after breakfast?” Elain asked and Azriel nodded in agreement.
Before anything else could happen, Elain crawled out of bed and grabbed the tshirt Azriel had discarded on the floor.
“Maybe we should have coffee in the kitchen,” Elain said, biting her lip as a naked Azriel lounged in twisted sheets. Sheets that they had twisted the night before. And that morning. “That way we might behave?” Elain ignored the condom graveyard that littered on the floor.��
“I don’t think location matters for us, beautiful.” Azriel said, his eyes warm as they looked at his girlfriend.
Elain nodded.
“But,” He continued. “I’ll clean up our mess and meet you in the kitchen. The sooner we leave, the sooner I can fuck you again.”
A blush coated Elain’s cheeks and she looked at the mess they had made on her and said, “I need a washcloth first.”
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I'll Be Home For Christmas ~ Part One
Word Count: 8.8k
Warnings: Smut, language
AO3
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“I’ve never been on a train before.” Elain admitted, her eyes trained on the snow-covered pine trees through the moving window.
The strong body beside her shifted, careful to maintain a small amount of space between them.
“Really?” Azriel asked curiously, turning the page in his worn book, A Christmas Carol, that he snagged from her bookshelf.
“Usually someone drives me to and from school,” Elain turned to him with a smile. “Someone being you.”
Hazel eyes met hers over the brim of a fraying book.
“Sorry my car broke down.” Azriel said, almost playfully. Well, Elain could recognize the playfulness in his voice. Anyone else would have heard a droll deliverance.
“‘Broke down’ seems excessive,” Elain turned towards him, her hands pressed between her cheek and the cloth seat in a praying gesture. “You need a new battery and the shop is closed.”
“The perils of traveling on Christmas Eve.” Azriel said, and though the book was covering half of his face, Elain knew he was smiling.
She looked around the carriage of the train, over the empty seats, and silently wondered if they always ran the train with next to no one on it. A few passengers rose in other carts, but Elain was grateful for the privacy. Somehow they had managed to hop on the train all of three minutes before it left — the bus that they tried left five minutes early, and the car rental place was completely sold out.
“I think you did it on purpose,” Elain yawned, her eyelids suddenly feeling heavy. It must have been the excitement and anxiety of this morning getting to her — all the last minute changes, and it wasn’t until her butt sat firmly in her train seat that she felt exhausted. It all crashed into her at once. “So you could see more of my ugly face.”
An ugly sound caught in Azriel’s throat, and she saw the corner of his eyes crease as he smiled.
“Of all the words I would use to describe you, sweetheart, ugly isn’t one of them.”
She smiled softly at that, and then they weren’t talking. She became startlingly aware of the fact that they were just looking into each other’s eyes and the weight of his gaze became the center of her universe.
With flushing cheeks she blurted out, “Read to me?”
“Marley was dead to begin with…”
Elain shut her eyes and hunkered down in her seat, listening to his deep, dark, relaxing voice. She focused more on the luxurious sound of his voice than the actual content of what he was saying, but she had read the tale multiple times and saw enough movies to be able to follow along, a picture forming in her mind as she felt lighter and drifted off.
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Elain awoke when she felt as if she was no longer in motion. Her neck was bent at an awkward angle, and somehow her cheek no longer pressed against her hands, but had migrated to Azriel’s chest. One arm smooshed between her side and the seat while her other arm came up and clutched Azriel’s shoulder. Her sleeping form clinging to his strength and warmth.
The book was laid open on his chest, and Elain gazed up at him to find that he had fallen asleep as well — one hand resting on his stomach to keep the book in place, and the other stretched over her seat, allowing her to snuggle and burrow into his side.
He looked devastatingly handsome.
His black hair curled out from under his navy knit cap on his thick locks, and she could see a few freckles on his brown skin — Elain wanted to touch each and everyone of them, to map them out as if they were her own constellations. Soft snores passed through his parted lips, and it somehow endeared him more towards her. Which she didn’t think was possible.
With more strength than she had, Elain turned her head away from him and looked out the window. The entirety of the glass was frosted over and Elain nearly had to shield her eyes from the blinding snow swirling around outside. She quickly looked away, but after growing up in New England she only needed two seconds to register what the whiteout meant.
A blizzard.
Begrudgingly, Elain pushed herself away from Azriel, leaving her hand on his shoulder to gently shake him awake.
She watched as his eyes blinked awake, slowly gaining consciousness.
“Are we there?” Azriel asked, his voice heavy with sleep.
Elain shook her head in response.
“I don’t think so,” Elain started, ignoring the way his arm fell so that it no longer rested on her seat but rather on her back. “There’s a blizzard.”
His eyes fluttered behind her to look at the window and then drifted back to her face, understanding dawning in his expression.
“I fell asleep.” Azriel stated, slight disbelief coloring his voice. Elain bit her lip and nodded her head — Azriel was notorious for his insomnia. Whenever she couldn’t sleep Elain would find herself scrolling through tumblr or Instagram, and Azriel was always on. She’d wake and find messages from him timestamped 3:00, 4:00, or 5:00 am…and whenever she and her sisters would spend the night at the place Az shared with his brothers, she would always wake to hear him quietly playing videos. Sometimes she would go and join him, either having him show her how to play, or if she was too tired she would just sit by him to keep him company.
“Well, it’s a good thing cause you didn’t sleep much last night.”
She woke up at seven and saw a text dated three hours before.
Azriel was in grad school at the same university where Elain was pursuing her bachelors — about seven hours southwest from where their family lived. It was only Elain’s second year, but she loved traveling with Azriel to and from campus. She always had a small, school-girl crush on her sister’s boyfriend's brother, but somehow she had fallen hopelessly in love with him from the passenger side of his car. He was kind…funny…attentive…and there was nothing she could have done to stop the casual affection she felt for Azriel from blossoming into something beautiful.
And Azriel…Elain thought he felt something similar. When she first started college, he went out of his way to make her comfortable, and he was her only friend until she met Nuala and Cerridwen. But he went on dates and had casual hook ups — on more than one occasion she went to his apartment early enough to see half-dressed girls try to sneak out. Elain would simply paint on a fake smile and avert her eyes, not saying anything to Azriel when she saw him…but his dates and hook ups became few and far between. He spent most of his days texting her, and in all of their free time they would go to the library or their favorite diner — studying together, sharing their favorite meals, or even having Netflix marathons at his apartment.
Azriel sought her company just as much as she sought his.
“What are the chances we actually made it to Velaris?” Azriel asked in a gravelly voice, sitting up slightly from his slouched position — his discarded coat halfway off his seat.
Elain pulled her phone out of her backpack on the ground and checked the time. Somehow only two hours had passed since they left.
“It’s only 3:00.” Elain showed him her phone.
“Well, fuck,” Azriel said, rubbing his clean shaven chin. “You should text Feyre, let her know what happened. You know your dad will worry.”
Elain nodded, sending a quick text to her sister, downplaying what happened to make it seem as if her and Azriel weren’t somehow stranded in the middle of a blizzard — even if they were stranded in the middle of a blizzard.
“My dad likes you,” Elain said softly, her eyes not looking up from her screen. “I have no service. You?”
Azriel jostled in his seat to pull his phone out of his back pocket, tapped the screen, and shook his head.
His eyes met hers and a sarcastic look took over his expression as he said, “Your dad hates me.”
There was one time last winter break where Azriel came over to her house and they watched all the Christmas episodes of The Office in her room — the rest of their family went bar-hopping and Azriel stayed home with her — and they both fell asleep on her bed. Fully clothed. On top of the covers. Somehow in the middle of the night she had ended up in Azriel’s arms. And when her father knocked on her door the next evening he wasn’t thrilled to see her and Azriel sleeping next to each other. Ever since then her father would make off handed remarks about their relationship and would give Azriel the stink eye whenever he saw him — Even if they were huddled over her phone or sitting too close together her dad would yell, “Save room for the Holy Spirit!” which would cause Elain to turn bright red and roll her eyes.
“That’s not true.” Elain said, tucking her phone back into her backpack.
“He certainly doesn’t want me dating you.” Azriel raised a dark eyebrow at her and adjusted his beanie.
A flushed ran through her cheeks as she mumbled, “He doesn’t want me dating anyone. It’s nothing against you in particular. He just knows that we spend so much time together.”
“And you told him you spent the night in my bed.” Azriel groaned and rubbed the heel of his hand into his eye.
Elain cringed at the memory. For some reason she thought it would placate her father to know that it was a common occurrence — she would go over to his place and accidentally fall asleep while watching tv. Nothing ever happened, but her fathers face turned red with anger before pointing to her doorway and saying “Out.” between clenched teeth. Azriel tried to apologize, but her father wouldn’t let him, so Azriel left and sent her a sad look over his shoulder.
“I thought it would make it better. Give him a better understanding of our friendship.” Elain explained, crossing her arms across her chest as she leaned back into her seat.
His eyes fell to her chest, not in a sexual way, but to take note of the sweatshirt she was wearing. His sweatshirt that she had stolen months ago.
“No one understands our friendship.” Azriel stated, mimicking her posture and crossing his arms, but he did it with arrogance. As if he has somehow checkmated her in this conversation.
He was correct.
There were whispers around campus that they were friends with benefits — Even though Elain liked to stick to herself, she had the twins and Azriel and it was enough. Too many bad friends burned her in high school that she learned the value of just having a few good friends. Most people weren’t even interested in her, they just wanted to know the girl who got Azriel to stop sleeping around. For the most part, they just ignored the whispers.
There was, however, one person that really didn’t love or understand their relationship. Rhysand. Azriel’s closest friend.
Rhys shrugged off the entire incident of Azriel spending the night in her room. At that point, Elain was still basically his little sister and Azriel was his brother, and as far as Rhys knew Azriel was still fucking around on campus and wouldn’t look twice at her. However, two days later he held a party at his house, where Elain could drink with her entire family and not have to worry about anything, and somehow she ended up on Azriel’s lap. They were both drunk. One of Azriel’s hands on her bare thigh, her skirt was bunched and hiked up higher than she would have liked if she was sober, and his other hand was on her knee — holding her close to his chest so she wouldn’t slip off. Elain was playfully adjusting the Santa Cap on his head, her fingers touching his hair a little more than was necessary, but Azriel let her. He just smiled up at her. And there was a teeny, tiny part of Elain that was hoping he would kiss her.
He didn’t.
Feyre came over and kindly pulled Elain off of his lap, offering to dance with her and Elain eagerly agreed.
Elain had no idea anything was even wrong. It wasn’t until later when she heard Rhys and Azriel arguing upstairs on her way to the bathroom that she realized there was an issue.
“She’s 18!” Rhys whispered angrily. “You’re 23!”
“You didn’t have a problem with that a few months ago, when you kept pushing me to hang out with her.” Azriel replied in an icy voice. One that Elain almost never heard.
“To be her friend! To make her feel comfortable and help her settle in! Not to drool over her tits while she’s giving you a lap dance,” Elain looked down at her chest from the opposite side of the door. “Not to make her fall in love with you.”
“We are friends.” Azriel responded glibly.
“A friend you don’t want to fuck?”
Silence.
“Don’t you fucking hurt her,” Rhys started, and for some reason Elain thought he was probably poking Azriel in the chest. “I know how you are, Az, you’ve never been with someone longer than a week. You get bored and you leave them. Fucking A — that girl looks at you with fucking stars in her eyes. She obviously likes you. Just be her friend. And keep your dick to yourself.”
Elain quickly scampered to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and ran her hands under cold water, wanting to cool herself off as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. And when she went back downstairs Azriel was standing next to Cassian — who was playing against Nesta at beer pong — and Az intentionally didn’t meet her gaze as she reached the bottom of the steps. So, she walked over to the makeshift dance floor with Feyre and Mor. Thankful they never noticed the confusion hidden behind her smile.
Neither of them spoke for a few moments and then the blurry, distorted voice of the conductor came from the overheard speaker.
Elain and Azriel looked at each other, silently imploring whether or not they could hear what the conductor was saying.
They couldn’t.
It wasn’t until one of the workers walked into their car a few moments later that they realized they had managed to dock at a small station, but the tracks were completely snowed over ahead of them and there was no way for them to be going anywhere.
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The small diner located just down the street from the train station was cozy, to say the least.
Small with a few locals sitting in the booths, and as soon the bell jangled to alert the patrons of their arrival, Elain felt all eyes land on her and Azriel.
It was the type of place where people recognized a new face.
Elain smiled politely and quickly sat in the booth toward the end of the restaurant, where there was enough room for Azriel to lay down their bags without being in the way.
She expected him to sit on the opposite side of the table, but he surprised her by scooting into the booth next to her — his thigh pressed against hers as he leaned his head close to hers.
“What are the chances we get out of this town tonight?” Azriel asked, his voice low and close to her ear.
Elain forced herself to turn her head and look out the window, taking great effort to appear unaffected by his closeness, and saw the white flurries falling down and obscuring the entire view. Nothing but a veil of white.
“I’m thinking it’s pretty low,” Elain said, turning back to him. “The roads aren’t even plowed yet.”
Azriel nodded his head.
“Looks like you’ll be spending Christmas Eve with me,” Azriel said, nudging his shoulder into hers. “Hope you aren’t disappointed.”
“Never,” Elain smiled, suddenly feeling shy. “You don’t have anyone back home waiting for you? Heartbroken that you aren’t showing up?”
Elain meant the words as a joke, but as soon as the words left her mouth it felt as if the entire world was resting on a pin. Ready to topple with what he said next.
“No,” Azriel said, his eyes darkening. He brought one hand up to rest behind her shoulders, on the back of the booth. Just like how he sat in the train. “I don’t have anyone pining over me.”
“Are you sure about that?” Elain asked, leaning into his side.
Azriel tucked one of her curls behind her ear. He opened his mouth to respond, but the waitress sidled up to their table and handed them the menus.
“Can I get you lovebirds anything to drink?” She asked, smiling at them. Elain could see the fine lines in her face made from smiling over the years. Her dark curls were piled on top of her head and her name tag read ‘Alis’.
“Two hot coffees with cream, no sugar.” Azriel said, giving Alis a polite smile.
“Do you know what you want? Or do you want to look at the menu?” Alis asked.
Azriel turned to Elain, not even opening the menu before saying, “Waffles and bacon?”
Elain nodded her head upon hearing her favorite breakfast. Not the healthiest. Or one she had very often. But her favorite.
Elain tapped her finger on her nose three times, thinking. And as she spoke her finger slowly turned and pointed at his amused expression.
“Denver omelet,” Elain said thoughtfully. “Rye toast, hash browns, aaaaaaand,” She drew out the last word, thinking about what Az would like to complete his meal. “A side of fruit.”
“Perfect.” Azriel said with a grin that showed off his dimples and handed the unopened menus back to Alis.
“You two are sweet,” Alis said, tucking the menus under her arm. “How long have you been together?”
Elain felt her cheeks blush at the words, but Azriel didn’t miss a beat.
“About a year now.”
His arm dropped down from the seat and settled around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. For the second time today.
His hand curled around her shoulder.
“But we’ve known each other for years.” Elain added, and Azriel looked at her in surprise as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Underneath his coat.
“Awww, childhood sweethearts,” Alis said with affection. “I’ll put your order in.”
She walked away, but neither Azriel or Elain moved. They didn’t shift or pull away.
They leaned closer together.
“This isn’t a horrible place to be.” Elain admitted, slightly nuzzling closer to him.
“Even on Christmas Eve?”
“Especially on Christmas Eve.”
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After their meal Elain and Azriel finally decided to check their phones and see if their service finally returned — they both hid their disappointment as they saw the full signal bars on their screens.
“I’ll call hotels and you call Feyre?” Azriel suggested and Elain nodded along, looking at all the unread messages on her phone. Sighing, she called her sister.
“Elain?” Feyre answered, worried. “Are you ok?”
“We're fine,” Elain reassured her sister, watching Az dial from the corner of her eye. “We just finished lunch, but I don’t think we can make it home tonight — Our train stopped at the first station it could. We only rode for about two hours.”
“Where are you?”
“My phone said Winter Court — wherever that is,” Elain replied, noting how Azriel hung up the phone to call someone else. “Are you guys still doing cookies tonight?”
“Yes,” Feyre said, and Elain could hear the shuffling cookware over the phone and multiple people speaking at once. “Though, I’m sure they’ll be burned without you.”
Azriel sighed, hung up, and called someone new.
“They’ll be delicious,” Elain said with a soft smile. She was about to remind her sister to set the oven five degrees less than what the recipe recommends, but she heard her fathers voice on the other end.
“Is that Lainy?”
“Yeah, papa.”
“Let me talk to her,” Static shuffled through the phone, and like clockwork Azriel called someone new. “Are you being safe, sweetheart?” Her fathers voice became crystal clear and for the first time she felt a pang of homesickness.
“Of course, papa,” Elain said. “But we’re not gonna make it home tonight. Az is calling hotels to book a room for us. I miss you guys.”
A beat of silence.
Azriel hung up his phone, but didn’t call anyone else.
“A room?”
Her eyes met Azriels, and he must have heard her father because he nodded in confirmation.
“Is was all they had?” Elain meant to say with confidence, but her voice lilted into a question.
Azriel nodded in confirmation even though his lips curled into a smile as he mouthed,
“Honeymoon Suite.”
She blushed.
“Hopefully it has a couch for the boy.” Her father grumbled.
Before Elain could stop herself she said, “I’m not going to make Azriel sleep on the couch, dad.”
Azriel raised a dark brow at her.
“Let me speak to him.” Her father said with a sigh.
Elain held the phone out to Az, their fingers touching as he took it from her.
The bastard turned the volume down so she couldn’t hear what her father was saying.
“Mmmhm,” Azriel’s eyes never left hers. “Don’t worry sir, I’ll protect her,” His hazel eyes darkened. “Mmhhmm. Goodbye.”
Azriel handed her phone back to her and said, “He hung up.”
“Honeymoon Suite?” Elain asked, pocketing the phone.
“This town has a surprising amount of hotels and motels and somehow they’re all booked. Apparently, this is a really popular Christmas destination for tourism, and hotels get booked years in advance. Somehow I found this small B&B and the only room they had was the honeymoon suite on a special reserve. If anyone asks, we eloped at the courthouse on a whim and haven’t had time to buy rings yet,” At her silence he continued. “I’m thinking we take a cue from Alis. Childhood sweethearts?”
“Az?”
“Yes?”
“We’ve been good friends for over a year now, yes? And we’ve known each other for a while — but I’ve never heard you talk for so long.”
A face-splitting grin stretched across his lips.
“Maybe I talk when I get nervous.” Azriel said, his cheeks pinkening.
“You’re nervous?” Elain asked softly, her heart speeding.
“It’s not every day that I propose.”
Her stomach felt hollow.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, this is the best proposal I’ve ever received.”
Their bodies were still pressed together, so Elain could feel him tense just a bit.
“I’m not your first?”
“Lucien Vanserra in the fourth grade and then again in eighth.” Elain explained and watched as
Azriel’s expression became carefully guarded.
“The prick in your American Lit class?”
“He’s not that bad, and he was very gracious considering the fact I shot down his proposal twice.”
His jaw worked.
“And what about mine?”
Elain leaned forward and adjusted his knit cap, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.
“How would you like to be my first husband, Az?”
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Their B&B was a fifteen minute walk from the diner, but it took them almost 40 minutes since they couldn’t see more than a foot in front of them.
Azriel held Elain’s hand tightly as they wadded through the snow — neither of them in the proper footwear. At one point Azriel’s beanie almost blew off and Elain practically had to jump on top of him to keep it from flying away.
Their coats were wet and heavy by the time they arrived, and as soon as they stepped through the door they dropped their duffle bags on the ground and Azriel immediately wrapped his arms around Elain. Her wet hair in his face. His hands aggressively rubbing her arms over her wool coat.
“You must be the newly weds!” A friendly voice called over to them and Elain heard the clicking of heels over the wooden floor.
Elain poked her head out from Azriel's chest and saw a stunningly beautiful blonde — eyes a bright blue and hair almost white as snow and creamy, bright skin.
“That’s us.” Azriel said in an even voice, one that made it seem like they just took a stroll on a lovely fall day and not through a blizzard mars.
“I’m Viviane,” She introduced herself and held out her hand. Elain stayed wrapped around Azriel for warmth, but he managed to find enough manners in her to shake her hand. “My husband and I own this place. I’ll get you checked in and have someone show you to your room.”
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“You can shower first.” Azriel said as soon as they stepped into their room.
Elain toed off her boots and walked across the hardwood floor to place her duffel bag at the base of the bed.
“Are you sure?” Elain asked, ignoring how her teeth harshly chattered together.
“Lainy,” Azriel said, his feet silently padding across the floor as he came up behind her. “You’re a human popsicle. I’m pretty sure you’re so cold that my tongue would stick to you if I licked you,” He placed his hands on her shoulders and spun her so that she would face him. Her white socks twisting beneath her feet. “Go take a hot shower.”
Her wide eyes met his.
“Do you plan on licking me?” Elain asked, slightly breathless and a flash of heat swept through his hazel eyes. He didn’t say anything. “There’s a rumor I’ve heard about you on campus.” Her tongue came out to wet her lips.
“And what’s that?” Azriel challenged. His voice was rough and Elain could vaguely feel his fingers tightening on her shoulders.
“That you like…”
“That I like…?”
“That you like using your tongue.” Elain rushed out and her face was so hot she thought that her skin would start to peel off. Her cheeks were at odds with the rest of her body.
“Yes, I like using my tongue,” Azriel said as he narrowed his eyes. One of his hands fell away from her shoulder and he brought it up to rub at his lips. “I need it for speaking. For eating. I find my life would be quite difficult without it.”
It was Elain’s turn to narrow her eyes.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Azriel tilted his face down to hers.
“Say what you mean, Elain.”
“I heard around campus, from a few girls,” Elain started and she fought the urge to turn and climb under the covers to find her flushing face, but she wanted to finish what she started. “That you like to go down on them. With your tongue. In their vaginas.”
Elain puffed out her chest a bit like she won some sort of battle.
“I do.”
Her chest faltered.
“Oh.”
Elain scrambled for something to say — for some reason she never thought he would actually admit it. And she couldn’t stop the onslaught of images that cascaded through her brain, of all the girls that taunted her about it. She could picture them with Azriel's dark head between their thighs.
“I like giving blow jobs,” Elain admitted, her voice deceptively innocent. His face didn’t change. He didn’t so much as blink at her words. “If you were curious.”
“I wasn’t,” Azriel said blandly, his voice carefully even toned. “Take your damn shower Elain.”
She scampered to the bathroom without looking back.
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Azriel wanted to hit someone.
Mainly himself.
“I like giving blow jobs,”
And whoever the fuck Elain was giving blowjobs to.
He shucked off his soaked coat and sunk into a froofy chair by the window as the shower turned on.
His scarred hands came up to grip his hair as he tired hard not to picture Elain’s naked body glistening with water as she showered, and he tried fucking hard not picture her blowing her exboyfriends. None of them fucking deserve it. They didn’t deserve her.
Maybe he wanted to hit Rhys.
For getting in the way last year.
If Azriel thought hard enough, then he could still feel her plush thigh beneath his palm. Her fingers gently tugging at his hair. He could remember the feel of her on his lap, and how his eyes kept drifting from her lips to her flushed cheeks to the ample cleavage on display — and he kept fighting the little urge to kiss her. It wasn’t even an urge. It was a beck and call.
Elain was the type of girl he could kiss forever and never get bored. She was soft. Luscious. He could hold her in his arms and kiss her until he was blue in the face — his hands lazily exploring her body as their lips moved together. Slowly. Gently. Playfully.
There were a few times before she plunked herself down on his lap last year that he thought about kissing her. Her lips pursed whenever she was concentrating really hard ( her nose scrunched as well, but that’s besides the point) and he recalled one night they were studying late in the library when he thought that kissing would be a much better use of their time.
And when she would bake for him. Sometimes a little frosting would linger on her mouth, and Azriel wondered if it would be sweeter on her lips than out of the bowl.
Elain had the perfect fucking lips for kissing.
And blowing.
Apparently.
“I like giving blow jobs,”
Azriel wasn’t stupid. Or blind.
He’s always known Elain was incredibly beautiful — it was a fact. Saying Elain is beautiful was like saying Cassian is incredibly fit. Or that Rhysand is smart. It just is.
He knew that Rhysand didn’t push Elain at him just to help her settle in on campus, but the more time Elain spent with Azriel, then the less time horny frat boys and jocks would be sniffing around her. Azriel was aware of his reputation, and he didn’t care that Rhys wanted to use it to protect Elain. Hell, Azriel even agreed with it. And he liked Elain. So he went along with it.
But he didn’t realize just how much he fucking liked Elain.
He found himself seeking her out. Calling her. Texting her. He would send her all the tiktoks that he thought she would like, or even just a random one with his thoughts like, “This is fucking weird.” He didn’t realize how much he craved her until he was in bed with some blonde, and after they were finished fucking Azriel immediately checked his phone and smiled when he saw the notifications from Elain. The blonde girl he was with wanted to talk. Or cuddle or something. And he cared more about replying to Elain’s tiktok messages than he did about going for round two. Eventually, he started thinking about Elain as he was fucking some random girl and he couldn’t wash away the oily feeling that lingered for days afterward.
Azriel sighed deeply as he sank further into the chair, the heels of his palms rubbing his eyes as he tried to ignore the images of a wet, showering Elain that were pilfering through his mind – her pale skin glistening and beads of water dripped down her curves, lathered soap slipping down her back—
His cock hardened at the image, and Azriel shifted himself in his jeans.
The squeaking sound of Elain turning the knob of the shower off rankled his nerves.
“Az?” Elain called out, and Azriel lifted his eyes to peek at the bathroom door that was cracked open ever so slightly, steam floated out like shadows from behind her.
“Yes?”
A beat of silence.
“I forgot my clothes.” Elain said hesitantly.
Azriel felt his skin flush and overheat, but he pushed himself up and walked over to where he plunked their luggage down.
“Do you want your entire bag?” He asked in an even voice, his eyes dropped to her lips as she took her bottom one between her teeth.
“Just my toiletry bag and pajamas, please.” Elain said in a high voice. And Azriel nodded, slowly unzipping her bag and carefully moved her clothes out of the way to fund her pjs.
“You didn’t pack any.” Azriel called out, forcing a teasing tone to his voice as he ignored the scraps of lace panties that kept jumping out at him.
“Yes I did,” Elain responded, huffing in slight annoyance. “Those plaid shorts,” Azriel had thought they were underwear, but grabbed them at her words. “And your old AC/DC shirt.” Azriel’s fought from grinding his teeth together — he knew Elain stole his clothes, knew that she slept and lounged in them, but knowing that he packed his old tshirt and was going to sleep beside him in it made his skin flame.
Azriel carefully grabbed the first underwear he could find and placed it between her pajamas so that they weren’t on display. He placed her clothes underneath her toiletry bag, and tried not to stare down at her damp cleavage as he handed them to her.
A tiny white towel was wrapped around her body, and Azriel knew that with one tug the knot would be undone and the towel would be on the floor.
“Thanks.” Elain breathed, opening the door to accept the pile Azriel stuck out for her.
“Need anything else?” Azriel asked, his voice unnecessarily husky.
Her cheeks turned pink, but she shook her head and said, “No, thank you,” and closed the door.
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Her damp feet pattered over the wood floors, her body still damp and humid from her shower, and sunk onto the bed, her eyes trained on Azriel who looked at her from the overly stuffed chair by the window. She still couldn’t see past the snow coming down outside.
“What now?” Elain asked, tucking her feet underneath herself.
“Well,” Azriel teased. “By the looks of it, you’re ready for bed.”
Elain rolled her eyes.
“I think that after your shower,” She smiled at him. “You should start reading to me again since this place doesn’t have a television, and then we order down for room service for dinner.”
“Hungry already?” Azriel asked, his eyebrow tilting upwards.
“No,” She said firmly “But I will be. Eventually. And I bet they have amazing desserts here.” Elain smiled at her, knowing his weakness for sweets.
Azriel didn’t bother to hide the smile playing on his mouth and pushed himself to his feet.
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Somehow they ended up under the covers. Elain’s soft body pressed into his warm one as they were both sitting propped up against the headboard, pillows cushioning their backs, and the soft glow of the lamp illuminating the room, along with the moonlight reflecting off of the white snow outside their window.
Azriel’s dark, silky voice carried through the quiet of the night.
He didn’t even startle when her cold feet tucked into his for warmth. Azriel just shifted so that they were more comfortable.
“...During the whole of this time Scrooge had acted like a man out of his wits. His heart and soul were in the scene, and with his former self…” Azriel wet his lips and shut the book, causing Elain to furrow her brow and raise her eyes at him.
“What is it?” Elain asked.
“Silly as it may be,” Azriel started. “After a few hours of reading I need some water.”
Elain felt her eyes widen at his words and said, “Hours?” in disbelief. She pulled herself away from his warmth and checked her phone, ignoring the messages from her family and focusing on the fact that it was closing in on eight. Well past dinner time.
“You must be starving,” Elain said, crawling closer to him with her phone still tucked into her hand. “Should we call down for dinner?”
Azriel nodded in agreement, and leaned over to grab the antique phone from the nightstand next to him.
“Think this works?” Azriel asked, eyeing the delicate brass machine.
“For sure,” Elain nodded. “It was probably just made to fit the aesthetic of the place,” She snuggled into his side. “Order me something good.”
Azriel dialed one, and Elain could hear a feminine voice answering his call.
Her mouth watered as Azriel ordered two pot roast dinners, a bottle of wine, bread, chocolate cake, and, most importantly, water.
“I think you’re officially the best orderer,” Elain said, slinking into his side as he took up his initial position, his arm coming out to wrap around her as he picked up the book. “Let me,” She took it from between his fingers. “Until the water comes.”
It only took 30 minutes until a knock interrupted them.
“Already?” Elain asked, setting the book down. Azriel smirked at her before getting up and walking towards the door. Elain found herself sinking into the warmth he left behind on the sheets.
The door was out of her line of sight, but Elain heard Azriel open the door and the brief conversation he had with the woman who brought their food for them — the oddly long conversation that didn’t seem to have an end in sight.
Elain pushed herself out of the bed, the chilled air nipping at her toasty skin, and walked over to the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest.
Azriel was standing at the door, incredibly still in a way that told Elain he was hiding his annoyance, and out in the hallway was a redhead holding their service cart in a deathgrip.
“Is this everything?” Elain asked, sliding up next to Azriel and threading her fingers through his. Azriel relaxed at her touch.
The girl’s teal eyes flashed towards Elain and said, “Hello,” with a strained smile.
“My husband and I are … eager … to continue our night,” Elain said in a too kind voice. “So, I was wondering if this was everything?”
Azriel’s body vibrated with suppressed humor.
“This is everything,” The girl said, pushing the cart to them. They’d have to take her word for it, considering everything was covered in silver domes, but Elain wasn’t going to reach out if anything was forgotten - she didn’t want any more interruptions. She just wanted time with Azriel completely uninterrupted. Luckily, she could see the bottle of wine and water on the bottom shelf of the cart. “Please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything else.”
“Thank you.” Elain said as Azriel pushed the cart further into the room, and shut the door after bidding the girl farewell.
The savory smell of the potroast was mouthwatering, but Elain couldn’t shake the irked feeling of the redhead so obviously lusting after Azriel — and they were in the honeymoon suite.
Elain grumbled as she lifted the silver covers and took in the food. Everything appeared to be in place, and Azriel looked down at her in amusement as she inspected their dinner.
“Everything to your satisfaction?” He asked and Elain felt her cheeks flush at the way he looked at her, knowingly.
“Yes, husband.” Elain grumbled and Azriel threw his head back in laughter, her body prickling at the sound.
His large hands clamped onto her hips and Azriel drew her back into his chest.
“Jealous?” He asked, his lips absurdly close to her ear.
“I don’t see why I should be,” Elain said, shifting on her feet. “I know who’ll you’ll be sleeping with tonight.”
Azriel groaned and buried his head into the crook of her neck.
“You can’t say things like that, Elain.” He spoke into her neck, and Elain could feel his lips moving against her skin.
“And why’s that?” She asked breathlessly.
“We’re trapped in the honeymoon suite with spotty cell phone service and a bottle of wine.” Azriel replied.
“Planning to take advantage of me?”
His fingers tightened on her hips.
“I think it’s the other way around,” Azriel muttered, tearing himself away from her body. “Now, do you want to eat in bed, or should we try to be civilized and eat at the table?” His chin nodding in different directions as he spoke.
“Bed?” Elain asked and watched as Azriel’s eyes darken just a hair.
It was something that that had done time and time again — having dinner in bed together. Usually while watching television, but the honeymoon suite didn’t have one, and from the second they stepped foot into the room they had an unspoken rule about not touching their phones, so as soon as they crawled back into bed (Azriel wheeled the the cart next to his side of the mattress, so he could serve them as he pleased) their conversation ebbed and flowed so that no tension lingered between them.
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Most people would have been surprised at how easily and freely Azriel spoke around Elain. And at that the wicked sense of humor Elain let loose around Azriel, and Azriel only. Every once in a while it would slip out around her sisters or his friends, but most of the time it was just reserved for Azriel.
A Christmas Carol was tossed onto the nightstand, far away from any damage it could incur from their food and drink, and Elain and Azriel hunkered back into their original positions. Volleying back hypothetical questions and would you rathers.
“Bullshit!” Elain exclaimed, jerking up right, and narrowing her eyes at Azriel’s amused expression - his eyes gleaming as they crinkled with his hidden laughter. “In no world is Jason Todd a better Robin than Dick Grayson! You’re just saying that to annoy me.”
“Am I?” Azriel laughed, using his fork to steal a potato from her plate, and he stared at her as he chewed smugly.
“Yes,” Elain said, shoving at her shoulder. “You know I have a crush on Nightwing.”
“You don’t have to be so obvious about it.” Azriel said, his dimple indenting his cheek.
“Not everyone tucks away their feelings like you do.” Elain mumbled, settling back into her position by his side.
“Is that what I do?” Azriel asked, his eyes bright with a challenge as he looked at her.
Elain glumly stabbed a carrot and brought it up to her mouth, chewing slowly.
“You tell me.”
After a short pause Azriel asked, “Wine?”
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“I really don’t see how that’s any of your business.” Elain said, taking a sip from her second glass of wine.
“You don’t?” Azriel asked, his eyes intently peering at her face and she carefully avoided his eyes.
“No, I don’t.” Elain shook her head, careful not to slosh her drink over the edge of the glass.
“You don’t think it’s any of my business how many of my shirts you steal? Do you have any idea how expensive it is to be your friend? You’re lucky I’m not naked right now.”
Elain’s eyes flashed to his at his words, her eyes falling to his torso and made the mental note to start taking even more of his clothes.
“It’s not my fault,” Elain defended herself. “Your clothes are just comfier than mine.”
“Are they?” Azriel asked, his fingers sliding underneath his shirt that hung off of her frame and over the soft skin of her belly.
Elain silently nodded her head, her breath caught in her throat.
“Do you want to know a secret?” Azriel asked, and Elain gave him another slow nod. “I think my shirts look better on you.” He whispered conspiratorially and Elain couldn’t stop the smile taking over her face.
“Do you want to know a secret?” Elain asked, pushing her face closer to his, and Azriel jerked in head in confirmation. “I get sad when your shirts lose their scent. That’s why I always have to steal more.”
“You like how I smell?” Azriel asked darkly, pushing their bodies closer together.
“Mmmmhmm.” Elain confirmed, holding her wineglass close to her chest.
“I love it when you sleep over,” Azriel admitted, his eyes smoldering. “You make my bed smell like jasmine.”
Elain took one more sip of her wine before handing him the glass, silently asked him to put it back on the cart, and Azriel took his cue and placed his glass down next to hers.
“There’s something I’ve been curious about.” Elain admitted quietly as soon as Azriel faced her again.
“What’s that?” He asked curiously.
“Ever since I heard those rumors,” Elain wet her dry lips as she forced the words out. “About you being good with your tongue…I’ve been curious.”
Azriel’s body stilled next to hers.
“Curious about what, Elain?”
“About what it’s like - with you. Guys have gone down on me in the past,” Elain shared, her cheeks burning. “But it was always awkward. It felt like a fish was down there.”
A choking sound ripped through his throat at her words.
“A fish?” Azriel exclaimed, and Elain shoved at his chest.
“You can’t make fun of me!” Elain shrieked before hiding underneath the covers. “Just forget I said anything. I want to go to bed.” Her voice was muffled from the layers of blankets and sheets.
Azriel slowly moved the covers off of her and she looked up at him with wide brown eyes, her face red and flushed, and her golden hair messily tousled over her face and pillow.
“You want me to go down on you, sweetheart?” Azriel asked softly, and Elain nodded her head. He shifted so that he was caging her in with his arms. “Are you wet for me?” She nodded again slowly.
Heat gathered in Azriel’s groin at her admission.
Azriel lifted one hand to slowly tug down her bottoms, so that she was only left in his shirt and her white lace panties. Elain kicked her shorts to the bottom of the bed, silently hoping she didn’t appear too eager.
His large, warm hands cupped her over the lace and Elain shivered at the groan Azriel let out. His eyes shut as if he was savoring this moment and the feel of her. Elain hips moved against his finger, which was rubbing her through the lace, the tip of his finger almost touching her swollen clit.
Needy mewling sounds started escaping from Elain’s lips.
“I can feel how hot and wet your pussy is,” Azriel said, looking at her through half-open, heavy lids. “I bet it tastes fucking delicious.”
“I-I never get this wet.” Elain said, her cheeks burning.
Azriel couldn’t stop the male pride that threatened to tear him apart.
“You only get this wet for me?” Azriel asked, his voice laced with possessiveness and his fingers working overtime.
“Yes.” Elain said, feeling her orgasm mounting, and didn’t even try to hide her disappointment as Azriel stopped his movements.
“Would you rather have my fingers or my mouth?” Azriel asked, his eyes dark.
“Mouth.” Elain mutters, flushing harder as Azriel pulled away her panties, at the wetness that was coming out of her and clung to the lace.
Azriel tossed the scrap of fabric over his shoulders and moved under the covers, and Elain could feel his humid breath dance across her wet center - could feel the shadow of his mouth against her lips.
“Wait!” Elain called out, and Azriel immediately popped up, the blankets over his head as he looked at her with a blank, slightly worried expression.
“Did you change your mind?” He asked evenly, and Elain knew that if she asked, then he would move on and act as if this never happened.
“No,” Elain shook her head. “I just want to see you. Us. This.”
Something shuttered over Azriel’s face, but he nodded and the two of them tossed aside the bedding so that Elain had an unobstructed view.
She leaned back onto her elbow, her chin forward as she looked down.
Azriel spread her legs wide, his large hands on both of her thighs, as his eyes feasted on her dripping core.
His eyes met hers from his position between her legs - his eyes gleaming from lust - and he deliberately ran his tongue up her slit. His eyelids nearly shut in pleasure.
“Ohh.” Elain moaned, her hips arching off the bed, but Azriel kept her in place with his hands.
His tongue repeated the motion and Elain felt herself panting.
Her hands snaked into Azriel’s dark curls, pulling slightly, needing something to grab onto.
Azriel’s eyes darkened at the movement, and coaxed a moan out of Elain and he slowly slid his tongue into her channel.
“Yes.” Elain sighed, her heart pounding as his tongue thrust in and out of her. “Yes.”
He groaned against her, sending vibrations through her core and causing Elain’s hips to jerk.
Azriel pulled back, his lips wet and plump, and brought one hand up to work her with his long fingers.
“You taste so fucking good.” Azriel said breathlessly before diving back to between her legs. Using both his tongue and fingers to tease her into a frenzy - and eventually Azriel stopped trying to control her hips and let Elain ride his face. Her fingers pushing his face deeper into her pussy.
“Fuck,” Elain cursed, as Azriel fingers hit the sensitive spot deep within her. “Right there - yes!” She screamed and his fingers fucked her faster.
Her eyes were clenched as pleasure seeped through her, only to go wide as Azriel took her clit between his lips and sucked hard.
Her toes curled as she came undone.
Her body went limp as her breathing turned harsh as the last of her orgasm rushed through her.
“I - that - thank you, Azriel.” Elain panted, forcing her heavy lids to open as she looked at him.
Azriel licked his lips and he made his way up the bed. His breathing was heavy and there was a noticeably large tent in his pajama pants.
“Don’t thank me,” Azriel said as he laid next to her. His hair stuck in every which way thanks to Elain’s fingers, and he wrapped one hand around her body to press them close together. “I enjoyed that way too fucking much.”
Elain bit down on her lip, her eyes dropping to his pants.
“May I?” She asked in a soft voice.
“Only if you want to.” Azriel said, and Elain met his eyes briefly before cupping him through the flannel of his pants.
He groaned deeply and pressed himself into her hands.
Elain moved her hand to slide beneath the waistband of his pants and exposed his erection - and nearly came again at the sight of it. Its purple head had a bead of pre-cum seeping out of it and she could see veins extending along the shaft before disappearing underneath the fabric.
She licked her lips and ran her hand slowly up and down his length. She knew her fingers couldn’t wrap around it even if she tried, so she slowly stroked him.
Her eyes met his as she worked his erection, and he stared at her so intently, as if he couldn’t believe that Elain’s hands were on him. His breath warmed her face and she could feel his chest moving up and down, but Elain kept her pace steady - squeezing gently every once in a while - but not wanting this moment to end.
“Do you like this?” Elain asked.
“Too fucking much,” Azriel said in a heavy voice. “You’re going to ruin me, sweetheart.”
Elain gasped at his words, her thumb smearing the liquid at the tip of his cock - and that one tiny movement pushed him over the edge. He came, coating her hand as she worked him.
Spent, Azriel tugged her closer to his side, pulling the discarded blankets over their bodies.
Elain held her hand out, his orgasm sliding down her skin, and Azriel was about to apologize but stopped as she brought her hand to her mouth and licked. Her pink tongue collecting his seed, and it took everything in Azriel not to take her right there.
She licked at her hand again, and met his eyes.
“Next time you’ll come in my mouth.”
“If you’re not careful,” Azriel said, leaning to grab a napkin from the cart next to the bed and then took her hand to clean it off. “That’s going to be sooner than you think.”
Elain squirmed next to him.
He tossed the napkin away and turned back to Elain.
“That was magical.” She said quietly, almost sheepishly.
“Better than…fish?” Azriel couldn’t stop himself from asking, and Elain rolled her eyes.
“Much better,” She said, her face bright red. “I’ve never come like that before.”
An arrogant smirk appeared on his face and Elain hid her face in his chest.
“Goodnight.” She murmured, bringing a leg up to wrap around his hips.
Azriel stretched to turn the lamp off, the glow of moonlight on a bed of snow snuck through the curtains, but he soon found himself back to Elain - his hand resting on her soft thigh.
“Good night, sweetheart.” He whispered into her hair.
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You Painted Me Golden - Chapter 13
King Of My Heart
Rating: M
Warnings: Language, soft smut
Chapter 12 - Masterlist - AO3
Word Count: 9k
And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for
“I’ve never really done something like this before,” Elain said as she locked the door behind them. “It’s quite exciting.”
Azriel looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Sleeping in the first lodging available?” He asked and wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on her soft belly.
She peered up over her shoulder at her husband, and with a soft smile she said, “Traveling,” She placed a kiss on the underside of his jaw, and the rough growth of hairs on his face tickled her skin. “I’ve always wanted to, you know.”
“The continent,” Azriel said, leaning forward to plant kisses along the length of her delicate neck. “You want to see the tulips. One day I’ll take you there. I’ll take you anywhere you would like to go.”
Elain shivered as his lips brushed against her sensitive skin. His mouth made its way up to her ear and teasingly tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.
“You’re going to spoil me.” Elain sighed as her head rolled back, exposing more of her neck to her husband.
“You deserve to be spoiled,” Azriel mumbled, his voice low and lush, and his hands traveled down her body to push her hips back into his. “And I take great pleasure in spoiling my wife,” His fingers curled into the heavy fabric of her traveling dress. “Especially when it comes to matters of the flesh…I take my duties very seriously.”
“Azriel,” Elain moaned as she relaxed into his touch. “We haven’t even had dinner yet. Or bathed. We’re still filthy from our travels.” Her words were teasing but laced with affection.
“Don’t you think we should get dirtier before we clean ourselves?” Azriel said lowly in her ear, his hot breath brushing over her neck. “Can I let you in on one of my fantasies, wife?” At Elain’s nod, Azriel continued. “Do you remember that Solstice where you gifted me the headache powder?” Elain nodded leisurely as if barely comprehending his words as he palmed her body. Taking his feel of her hips. “You looked so deliciously rumpled with your lovely hair falling out of your braid and flour on your cheek and apron. You smelled of freshly baked bread and potatoes and loveliness and something inside of me wanted to take you, make you smell like me, you know how much I love that,” Elain’s lips fell open as Azriel spoke, and he caught a whiff of her honeyed arousal in the winter air. “I wanted to follow you back to the kitchen, but before we got there I wanted to claim your lips. I wanted to fill your mouth and your delicious pussy and take you against the wall with your dress bunched at your hips. That was the present I wanted to give you that night, my love.”
“I would have let you,” Elain whispered, opening her warm brown eyes to gaze up at her male. “You had so much of me, even then. You could have snuck into my bedroom any night and I would have welcomed you.”
Azriel growled as he captured her lips.
He unfastened her cloak and let it fall to their feet and Elain’s hands nimbly followed suit.
Azriel walked them so that Elain’s back hit the wooden door of their cabin and lifted her so her legs wrapped around his waist, her dress gathered above her hips and Azriel used his shadows to undo his leathers and rid her of her undergarments.
“This is what I wanted to do to you, Elain.” Azriel said as he pushed the blunt head of his cock to her folds, a groan ripping through his throat as he felt how wet she was for him. “Would you have been this wet and ready for me?”
“Yes,” Elain moaned as Azriel moved deeper inside of her, his eyes screwing shut as she clenched around him. “I would have been just as eager. Would you have been rough with me? Or would you have held yourself back?” She asked, and Azriel let his head fall forward to the curve of her neck.
Azriel took a deep breath and said, “I would have tried to be a gentlemale, as you deserve,” He slowly started to pump in and out of her. “But it wouldn’t have lasted for long. You would have driven me mad with how perfect you feel. I would have been incapable of holding back.”
His hands slid up her bare thighs, the rough leather of his siphons scraping against her sensitive skin, and he didn’t stop until his fingers dug into the soft, full flesh of her cheeks.
Sweet pants came from Elain as Azriel thrusted in and out of her, her walls clenching around him. Even though he had taken her so many times, even though their bodies were so accustomed to each other, they touched and kissed and loved each other as if it was the first time — as if they’d never be able to do it again.
“Would you have been able to keep quiet?” Azriel asked, his voice harsh as his pace intensified, already knowing the answer. Sweat started beading on his brow from the force in which he thrusted into her.
“No,” Elain moaned, throwing her head back as her hips clumsily lifted to meet Azriel’s. “I’ve never been able to be quiet with you.”
Azriel growled in response, his skin flaming as he fucked her faster, the rough fabric of his clothing overwhelmed his senses. He wanted to be bare.
“You would have screamed my name,” Azriel panted, the sound of their skin meeting filling the air with their heavy breaths. “You would have bitten my shoulder to try and keep quiet, but you would have called out for me.”
“Azriel.” Elain moaned, sweat glittering on her forehead as orgasmed over his hot cock. Her golden hair turned into a tangled mess trapped against the wall, and desire burned in Azriel as he saw how Elain slowly came undone.
With one last thrust, hitting the sweet spot inside of her, Azriel groaned as he came. His hips shallowly pumping to fill her.
“I love you.” Azriel said, kissing her hungrily.
“I love you too.” Elain said breathlessly in between kisses.
Slowly, Azriel pulled out of her and delighted in the little moan that escaped Elain lips.
“You make the best sounds.” Azriel said, capturing her round face in his hands.
Elain blushed at his words, but reveled in the praise.
“I’m always worried that I’m too loud.” Elain admitted and Azriel shook his dark head.
“Never,” He nipped at her lips. “I want to hear every precious sigh and moan and even every sneeze.”
Elain laughed at that and said, “I’ll save all my sneezes for you then.” Her wide smile caused her nose to scrunch.
Azriel gazed down at his wife, remembering the exact shade of pink her cheeks were and how warm her eyes looked and how heavy and deep her breathing was.
“Go get yourself a hot shower or bath or whatever they have here,” Azriel said, taking a step back to put himself back into his leathers. “While I run down to the main lodge and get us dinner. I’ll leave some of my shadows here for you, their queen.”
Elain rolled her eyes at that name, bending over to pick up her cloak, but Azriel beat her to it. Placing her cloak on the rack by the door and putting his cloak back on to face the cold.
“They love you more than they love me,” Azriel said, placing a kiss on her plump cheek with one hand on the door. “And I can’t blame them.”
Elain gently nudged his shoulder.
“Maybe they just mimic the emotions of their master.”
His eyes glowed golden in the night.
“Then like I said, they love their queen.”
Elain’s broad smile stayed in place as her husband braved the winter cold to get them dinner, through her gloriously hot shower, and grew even wider when he came back carrying a large covered tray.
“It smells delicious,” Elain noted from her position on the bed, already having changed into the flannel nightgown she found. Azriel’s shadows had been nice enough to lay it out on the bed for her after her shower. “And the shower is divine. Sit by the fire,” Elain motioned to the large leather chair by the roaring fire. The shadows had been busy while Elain was cleaning herself. “And then after dinner you should enjoy the warm water,” She eyed his large body and larger wings. “Though it might be a bit small. Would you…would you like for me to bathe your wings?”
Azriel’s heated eyes gazed at her, having only taken a few steps into the room.
“Only if you’re prepared for the response.”
Warm delighted ran along the length of Elain’s spine at the thought, and she nodded her head.
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go
The warm glow of the fire mingled with the golden rays of light streaming in through the windows. For a brief moment she wondered how the fire had managed to thrive overnight, but the shadows that swirled by the hearth told her what she needed to know.
Elain snuggled into the warm body beside her, pure contentment filling her chest as she took a deep breath and inhaled his masculine scent. Her nose burrowed into the crook of his neck, and she pressed her lips into his sharp collar bone. She moved, the top of her nose trailing over his warm skin, and gently pressed her lips onto his chest — right above the beating of his heart.
Slowly, her fingers fanned out over the hard planes of his stomach. She could feel the corded muscle moving under her touch, slowly lifting up and down as he breathed.
Elain shifted slightly, so that her cheek was laid flat against his chest. The echo of his heart drumming against her cheek. And the cool breath of Azriel’s sleeping exhale caused the hairs on top of her head to twitch and tingle.
She closed her eyes and settled her mind and just tried to enjoy…Enjoy the way Azriel’s peaceful, sleeping body felt against her…Enjoy how the snow dusted the window and sky and everything in the world was quiet…Enjoy the fleeting seconds of a snowy morning with her husband.
“This is nice,” Azriel’s low, sleepy voice caused Elain’s eyes to flutter open. She peered up at him beneath her eyelashes and felt a smile grace her lips as her husband gazed at her. “I’ve decided that my favorite way to start the day is by your side.”
“I’ve decided my favorite way to start the day is first,” Elain said. “That way I can see you before anything else.”
Azriel’s large hands spanned almost the entire length of her back, and the tips of his fingers sunk into her soft flesh.
“Are you always this romantic in the morning?”
“Hmmm,” Elain pretended to think as she gazed up at her husband, slightly overwhelmed by how handsome he appeared in the light of early morning - the snow making him look almost angelic. “It must be being a wife. It’s made me dreadfully romantic — I’m having all of these thoughts of ‘forever’ and they all include you.”
A smile softened Azriel’s face and Elain suddenly felt a little lighter. Like one of the snowflakes floating outside their window.
Azriel pressed her closer into his side and underneath her cheek was the flat of her hand, she felt his heart change pace, as if it was skipping a beat.
“I like that.” Azriel said, his voice low. “I don’t have very many firsts left, but I want all of your forevers.” The pads of his fingers moving over the bare skin of her back.
“You’re my forever husband,” Elain smiled and planted a kiss on his chest. “My forever love.”
“Your forever lover,” Azriel said, leaning down to nip at her lips. His fingers sinking into her soft flesh. “As much as I love making lovemaking with my forever love,” Azriel smiled over the words. “We have quite a bit of distance to travel if we want to make it to the Day Court, and I promised to give you the best, most authentic travel experience possible. And that includes early mornings, late nights, and the unexpected in between.”
“I love the fact that I married a poet.” Elain smiled, her hand sliding up the length of his muscular chest, over his neck, and into his thick black hair.
Azriel raised a dark brow at her.
“It’s true,” Elain said. “You say the most lovely, poetic things I’ve ever heard.”
“I guess you bring it out of me,” Azriel leaned down to give her a slow, lingering kiss and pulled away before they lost themselves at the contact. “We really have to go if we're going to be on time.”
Elain watched the delicious expanse of brown skin as Azriel stood from the bed, her eyes going down his well defined back as he walked away and landing on his rounded buttocks.
Her head tilted and she bit her lip to stop herself from sighing.
“We’re on a schedule?” Elain asked, not bothering to pull the sheet up to cover herself as she sat up.
A sly smile overtook Azriel’s face as he looked over his shoulder at her, and Elain couldn’t stop the excited smile that burst onto her face.
“You married a spymaster, my love, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” Azriel said, still looking over his shoulder at her.
“Impossible,” Elain said, raising a hand to point at him. “You aren’t wearing sleeves.”
Azriel blinked at her.
“I suppose I can’t argue with that,” Azriel rummaged through his pack to find the clothing his shadows had tucked away the night before. “But we still have to leave.”
With a nod of his head he sent his shadows towards his wife, and Elain didn’t even bother to protest as they peeled the bedding away from where it pooled at her waist.
“You just want to see me naked.”
Azriel smirked.
“I could see you naked from the bed, love. And I could do so much more than just look from there.”
Elain mock-pouted at his response and twisted a strand of golden hair around her finger.
“I thought you wanted to see the world, mo chroí.” Azriel raised his eyebrow at her.
“I do,” Elain said softly. “I just have so many fond memories here.” She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, her hair falling around her in a veil of curls.
“After one night?” Azriel asked, buckling his belt and walking over to her. He tilted her chin up to gaze down at her.
“It was a marvelous night, wasn’t it?” Elain grinned up at him.
“Splendid.” Azriel leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek.
“Phenomenal.”
“Euphoric.” His lips moved over her skin.
“Sensational.” Her breath caught in her throat.
“Elain, wife, as blissful a distraction as this is, we do have a schedule to keep.” Azriel pressed their lips together in a bruising kiss — one that spoke of the passion he was fighting and restraining. He pushed away from her once again and grabbed a thin black shirt to layer with.
“I had no idea I married such a stickler,” Elain grumbled, propelling herself off the bed and allowing his shadows to help her dress for the day. Layers to keep her warm while they traveled in the human land that could easily be stripped away when they entered the Day Court. “Must have been all the sneaking around and flagrant breaking of Rhysand's rules that had me fooled,” Elain fake sighed and turned away from her husband so that he didn’t see the smile breaking across her face. “Maybe the spark is gone now that it’s no longer forbidden.”
Rough hands settled on her hips, and Elain let her head fall back on Azriel’s shoulder as he pressed his erection into her backside.
“I want you more than ever, mo chroí,” Azriel captured the fleshy part of her ear between his teeth and bit down in the way he knew she liked. “I want to claim you and mark you—”
“Both of which you have already done.”
“And scream from the fucking mountain tops that you’re completely and wholly mine. I want to see the look on every male’s face when they realize that you belong to me…and the only way we are going to experience that is if we leave this cabin.”
Elain relented, giving into her husband's desires.
“If that’s what you truly wish — for the entire world to know you possess my heart, body, and soul — then I suppose I can give that to you. But there is one thing that I would like in return.”
Azriel looked down at her in curiosity.
“If you’re going to ask me to throw you back in the bed so I can have my way with you, then we seriously need to work on your negotiation skills.”
Elain grinned broadly at him and shook her head. Her tongue came out wet her lips before saying, “I only ask for the same in return,” she smiled wildly. “I must say I will feel more than satisfied to see the realization on females and males alike when they see that I have claimed you.”
Azriel’s fingers pressed deeper into her hips as the words.
“I am a lucky, lucky male,” Azriel said, kissing the spot on her neck where her heart fluttered. “Now, let’s finish getting dressed so the entirety of the fae population can see what they are missing.”
Elain immediately missed his warmth as he stepped away from her.
King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa
“You didn’t.” Elain stated incredulously with her hands placed on her hips, staring at the two massive beasts in front of her.
Two horses: one ebony, so dark that it looked as if it was made from shadows, and one a beautiful, warm chestnut. Both of them were harnessed and attached to a sleigh.
Elain pressed her lips together to try and stifle her smile.
“A sleigh ride?” Elain asked, peering up at her husband. The cold air causing their breath to cloud between them, and his cheeks were twinged with a lovely red. Small snowflakes dusted his black hair.
“Just to our next destination.” Azriel said, the shadows dropping their luggage in the sleigh.
Her husband held out his gloved hand to her.
“You’re taking me on a sleigh ride.” Elain grinned so widely that her cheeks obstructed her vision.
“If you’ll let me.”
Elain threw her arms around her husband, his hands quickly catching her at the waist, but he still stumbled a step back. She peppered his face with kisses, not caring if her display caused their schedule to be disrupted.
“I can’t believe you remembered.” Elain said, her love for her husband inflating in her chest.
“Mo chroí,” Azriel whispered against her ear. “One day you’ll believe me when I say that I remember everything about you.”
His words caused Elain to nuzzle into him. Overwhelmed by her reality. That the male she so dearly loved loved her in return, that though challenges laid in front of them they would be together. One of her unwanted bonds was nullified and the other would soon be in her past.
But the bond that she chose, the bond that they both chose, would be her future.
Elain squeezed her husband once again before slowly pulling back.
“I would love to go on a sleigh ride with you, mo chroí.”
The endearment was still relatively new for her tongue, and she wondered if it would ever come naturally to her, but the look of delicate rapture that graced his face was incredibly rewarding. He looked lovestruck, every single time.
Azriel settled them into the sleigh, grasping the reins in his hands and nudging the horses into a canter.
“This is why we couldn’t be late, isn’t it?” Elain questioned, snuggling into his side and basking in his warmth.
He looked down at her with a sheepish, crooked grin.
“Trying to make your travels as human as possible.”
Elain beamed in return.
“Except for the shadows doing all the heavy lifting.”
“Some luxuries are too nice to live without.” Azriel shrugged one of his shoulders and Elain couldn’t help but agree, thinking of how easy his shadows made her day to day life.
After a beat of silence Elain said, “I remember everything about that night.”
“As do I,” Azriel said solemnly, and Elain knew they were both thinking back to that first solstice. “It was the night I first saw a future with you,” Azriel paused, but continued when Elain gave his hand an encouraging pat. “Spending that night with you, just talking, made me feel lighter. And hearing about your plans for your garden, I imagined myself there with you. Listening to the stories of why you chose which flowers, which ones gave you the most difficulties, and just being with you. Like when you had your tea while I went through my reports. That night where we stayed up talking, it made me realize that all my calmest, most peaceful moments have been with you, and it made me hope that we would have more moments like that in the future…It made me hope.”
Warm, salty tears streamed silently down Elain’s face.
“You,” Elain took a deep, steadying breath. “After my transition, you were the one who made me feel comforted. Normal. Human. It felt as if I was suffocating under everyone’s worry, but you realized what I was and what was happening to me, and you never pushed me. You would sit and listen and you just… you gave me exactly what I needed. That first Solstice, it was the first I could see myself with someone after Graysen. It wasn’t sexual for me at first — though I’m sure you know that I’ve always thought of you as beautiful — but I found myself being able to trust again because of you. Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me during that time.”
Azriel shook his head.
“Don’t thank me,” Azriel said, and Elain parted her lips to speak but Azriel kept going. “I was greedy, Elain. Yes, I wanted to help you and I cared for you, but I was desperate for you as well. To be in your presence. To feel because of you.”
Elain leaned forward to press a kiss into his cold cheek.
Azriel grinned down at her tear streaked face.
“And just so you know, I didn’t know that you thought I was beautiful the entire time.”
She tilted her head at him and narrowed her eyes.
“Please be serious. I was painfully obvious around you.”
“You were utterly devoted to Graysen.”
Elain rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched, knowing he knew he was being obtuse.
“Devoted, but not blind,” Elain admitted, nudging him with her shoulder playfully. A prideful, male smile bloomed across his mouth. “Azriel, we’re married, bonded together, and we make entirely too much love, surely it’s not that big of a surprise.”
Azriel shook his head, little snowflakes flying from his hair, but yet his grin grew.
“I know I’m a handsome male, or beautiful, as you say,” For a moment Elain thought he had swapped bodies with Rhysand for all the arrogance he was exuding. “But you hid it remarkably well at the time. It wasn’t until later, when you gave me the headache powder, that I realized you were looking at me. I thought you recognized my beauty, but I didn’t think I interested you,” Azriel paused for a moment. “And it’s incredibly flattering to know I could turn your head from Graysen.”
Elain rolled her eyes and playfully pinched his bicep.
“And?” Elain prompted.
“And?” Azriel repeated, his tone of voice teasing and Elain knew he wasn’t going to make this easy for her.
“Surely I turned your head? Just a bit?”
“Fishing for compliments, mo chroí?”
“I learned from the best — Rhysand.”
Azriel chuckled at that, but turned to her with affection shimmering in his eyes.
“I never knew humans could be so beautiful,” Azriel said and Elain felt herself flush. “And I didn’t want to cause any alarm, so I made sure to mask my scent that night.”
Elain nibbled on her lip feeling flattered.
“Truly?”
“Truly.”
“I think,” Elain said, turning the words over in her mind. “That we were always going to find each other.”
Azriel nodded in agreement.
Late in the night, the city's asleep
“This is stunning,” Elain breathed, taking in the sight of the town they were approaching. Eventually, they left the thick forest they were traveling in and found themselves trotting down a cobblestone street — the clip-clopping of the hooves reminded Elain of all the fairy stories she heard as a girl. “How did you know of this existence?”
Her large brown eyes looked around, staring at the buildings made of stone and laden with snow. The full moon caused the night to brighten up their surroundings in the way that can only happen on a snowy night.
“A perk of the job. And old age.” Azriel said, and Elain shook her head.
“I never knew you were this cheeky.” She said lovingly, pressing a small kiss to his lips.
The temperature must have dropped as the moon rose in the sky, but Elain felt warmer than ever. Her husband must have been playing fast and loose with the rules for what he deemed “human travel”, but Elain didn’t mind. She wanted to preen in his thoughtfulness.
Azriel cocked his head to the side and he gazed down at her.
“I asked Vassa before we left and she gave me some ideas for our honeymoon.”
Her love for him bubbled inside of her.
“I love you, so much I think I’ll explode.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” Azriel said warmly, leaning down to kiss his wife slowly and leisurely.
Elain forced herself back because two more moments of his lips on hers and Elain was certain she wouldn’t say no – she’d let him take her right there in the sleigh.
“I never knew this type of village existed in the human realm.” Elain admitted as they slowed down, stopping in front of a charming, hole-in-the-wall stone building. A sign that read The Holly and The Ivy swung delicately back and forth.
“Our lodgings for the night,” Azriel said, stepping out of the sleigh and offering Elain his hand. She placed hers graciously in his and let him lead her inside, where a stout old woman stood behind a wooden counter. Her red, fur lined coat looked cozy, and she peered up at them with wireframes glasses.
“Welcome!” She clapped her arthritic hands together, a smile bright on her face. “You must be the guests that Vassa told me of,” She waved her hands, gesturing for them to come in. “Please, please come in from the cold. I have your room all ready, and we’ll get your luggage for you, don’t you worry.”
She quickly scampered out from behind the counter, her gray hair was pulled back in a snug bun on the nape of her neck, and she curtsied as soon as she was in front of them.
“I’m Mrs. Cringle, my husband and I own this little Inn and we’re more than happy to welcome you for the night,” She stopped herself, her blue eyes blinking as she thought of something. “Vassa only mentioned one night, and I’m assuming that is correct, My Lord?”
Elain expected Azriel to correct her titling, but he simply nodded in agreement.
“Lovely,” The old woman clapped again. “Please follow me to your room, and you made perfect time. The festivities begin in one hour.”
“Festivities?” Elain questioned, looking at her husband, whose face gave nothing away.
“You’ll adore them,” Mrs. Cringle said from a few feet away, her small legs pushing her from the cozy lobby. Elain and Azriel quickly followed behind her. “It’s a bit of a secret, we wouldn’t want our little town to be overrun, you see, but we do so to love sharing our traditions with others. And at the Queen’s recommendation, well, it really is an honor for us.”
Elain delighted in hearing her speak. There was such joy and fondness in her words that giddiness sparked in her chest at whatever was planned.
“I’m very much looking forward to it,” Elain assured her, and even though Elain was looking at Mrs. Cringle's back, she could see the smile radiating off of her face. “And thank you for your hospitality.”
Mrs. Cringle waved her off.
“We are humbled to have friends of the Queen staying with us.” She said as she led Elain and Azriel up an old wooden staircase, and Elain looked over her shoulders to see how Azriel was faring with his wings. Her brows knotted as she took in their bent positions.
For a second Elain was struck by the fact that Mrs. Cringle didn’t seem at all surprised by two fae’s showing up at her doorstep, but perhaps Vassa warned her.
“Here you go,” Mrs. Cringle fit the brass key in the last room of the hall, but she didn’t turn it at all. “Your personal belongings are already inside, and please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you. I’ll be at the front desk.” She curtsied again before running off.
“What a lovely, odd little woman.” Elain remarked as Mrs. Cringle disappeared out of sight.
Azriel smiled as he turned the key in the knob and opened the door. He pushed the door open wide so that Elain could enter before him.
She took a tentative step through the door, not missing the mischievous gleam in Azriel’s eye, and peered wide-eyed into their room.
The first thing that she noticed was the roaring fire that cast the entire room in a golden glow. It instantly settled any nervousness that might have been fluttering inside of her, and as her eyes swept over the room Elain couldn’t help but smile.
It was just so cozy.
As if a bit of the Winter Court had made its way down to the human realm.
Against the far left wall was a massive four poster bed with lush crimson curtains tied to the head and foot of the bed with silver ropes. And the white comforter looked so snug and fluffy that Elain thought she could drown in it. All of the furniture in the room was massive and wooden and decorative — the air smelled of sweet cinnamon and spiced apples and pine.
It was impossible to have any worries in a room like this.
“It’s beautiful,” Elain said, stepping further into the room. Taking in the little nutcrackers that lined the bookshelves and the tiny bells sporadically placed in decoration. It wasn’t one of the rooms that Mor or Rhysand would have put together, it wasn’t intentionally stylish, but the charm was the way it was thrown together — imperfectly. “How much of this did you know about?” Elain asked, turning on her heels to look at him.
“Vassa gave me a brief description of what to expect here, and then I’ve been communicating with Mrs. Cringle for the rest. There’s a few surprises hidden for you in the room,” He smiled slightly as he took her in, just enough to showcase his dimples. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Azriel,” Elain said gently, walking up to him. “I want you to know how incredibly thoughtful this is,” She pressed her lips against his and felt his breath hitch in his throat. “And you’re shaping up to be the best husband imaginable.”
“I like spoiling you.”
Elain blushed and said, “I think I like getting spoiled.”
Azriel kissed her lushly and quickly before pulling back and softly pushing her further into the room to explore.
When Elain managed to take her eyes off of Azriel, she noticed a silk emerald gown splayed across the white bedding. It had long lace sleeves, an embroidered bodice, and a heavy velvet skirt and next to it lay a white fur stole.
“Oh Azriel,” Elain sighed and ran her fingers over the soft, decadent fabric. “It’s beautiful.”
“I thought you would like it,” Azriel said, walking up behind her. “And I have to admit I look forward to seeing you wearing it. And taking it off of you.”
“You can’t rip it,” Elain said seriously. “It’s too pretty to rip.”
Azriel sighed, as if not ripping her dress off was a horrendous chore.
“I’ll try to contain myself.”
Elain narrowed her eyes at him and then changed the subject, not wanting to give him any more ideas.
“I believe you mentioned multiple surprises. As in plural. More than one.”
Azriel grinned and dropped to one knee before her. And while it was a lovely sight, Elain was a bit confused.
“I think we’re already passed this part. We’re already married.”
His grin widened.
“There are many things that I can do for you on my knees,” Azriel said, his words warming the room. “I’m simply assisting you with your boots.”
Elain placed her hands on his strong shoulders to steady herself, not wanting to fall over in front of him. With her luck she’d break an ankle and ruin their entire honeymoon.
“Can fae break their ankles?” Elain asked, ignoring Azriel’s warm and rough hand on the back of her stockinged calf.
“Is there something you’d like to tell me, mo chroí? Because I do have some hard limits, but I thought we’d be married for a few centuries before we got to that point.”
Elain batted him on the shoulder.
“If I were to fall over, accidentally, it’s possible for me to break my ankle? Twist or sprain it?”
Her boot hit the floor with a thunk and Azriel leaned back on his haunches.
“What’s going through your mind?”
Elain spoke after a beat of silence.
“Everything is just going so wonderfully, and I don’t want to mess anything up.” She admitted in a small voice, taking the comfort Azriel offered when he squeezed her calf.
“Even if you broke your ankle, Mother forbid, we’d still have a lovely time together. Because it’s our honeymoon. Just us. And even if Devlon himself came bursting through the door, nothing would ruin this.”
“Really?” Elain asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Truly, though if Devlon arrived I suppose it would mark the end of our honeymoon. I’d like the bloodshed to be kept to a minimum.”
“Such a gentlemale.” Elain smiled, picking up her hand and running her fingers through his dark hair.
Azriel worked off her other shoe, and Elain was relieved when both of her ankles were intact.
“How much time do we have before the festivities begin?”
“About forty minutes.” Azriel said, running his hands up and down Elain’s thighs.
Elain nodded, turning her thoughts over in her mind.
“I think we should bathe together tonight,” Elain thought aloud. “I have a feeling this place has the most fantastic bathtub. And enough space for you to lounge your wings. Did you like it when I cleaned them for you?”
“Very much.” Azriel replied, his eyes golden and heady as he thought about the night before.
“I very much liked cleaning them for you,” Elain said, leaning forward to run her hand over the strong membrane. The suppleness underneath her fingers never stopped astounding her. “I was worried the cloth was too rough.”
“It was a bit,” Azriel said, taking her free hand and kissing her palm. “But otherwise I probably would have embarrassed myself.”
“I do like to play with your wings,” Elain said in a low voice. “And to bring you pleasure.”
Azriel’s head fell forward and nestled into her soft belly.
“We don’t have time for this.”
“Sorry.” Elain said, sighing and wishing she hadn’t put up such a fight this morning so that they could be together now.
“You know,” Elain pouted. “You should have just ravished me this morning.”
Azriel harrumphed.
“I’ll ravish you plenty tonight, mo chroí.” Azriel said, rising to his feet.
“You better.”
Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep
Elain’s breath clouded the air as she and Azriel walked through the opening of the courtyard — one of the most beautifully decorative environments she had ever seen. Moonlight and candles lit the cobblestone pathway where brilliantly red poinsettias were placed around the perimeter of the walkway, guiding them to the murmur of voices in a location Elain couldn’t quite pinpoint yet.
The night sky was clear. The stars almost as bright as those back home in the Night Court. The chilled night air playfully bit at her cheeks and Elain leaned further into Azriel’s side.
“This is marvelous.” Elain breathed, her wide eyes taking in the pine wreaths and garland strung around the old stone pillars.
“I thought you would like it. Does it remind you of your childhood?”
Elain’s eye’s caught those of her husband, his golden hazel eyes burning bright.
“Yes,” Elain replied, smiling. “My early winter memories are similar to this, but this is by far cozier and more welcoming. It reminds me of the stories we would tell around this time of year. I’m sure you’re aware of the lore.”
Azriel bent his head, the indent of his dimple shadowing his face.
“What is it?” Elain whispered. “What do you know that I don’t?”
They rounded a corner and Elain, so caught up in her husband, almost missed where the ground dropped off.
Azriel’s large hand tightened around her waist, drawing her closer to his side.
A soft gasp fell from Elain’s lips and she saw the open air theater below them. The stone steps were steep as they sloped down, and the rounded rows of seats were filled with what appeared to be everyone in the village - all of whom were dressed in their winter’s best. A sea of crimson red, evergreen green, shining silver, and sparkling gold - all facing the festive stage.
Azriel slowly led her down the steps until they arrived at the only two empty seats in the theater, right in the very first row.
“This is marvelous.” Elain whispered, her eyes wide as they took in her surroundings.
“Just wait.” Azriel whispered against her ear as the lights dimmed.
Dancers floated onto the stage - the scene vaguely familiar as realization dawned through Elain.
The ballerinas began to tell the tale of one of her favorite stories; A story of sugar plum fairies and mouse kings. She had always wanted to see it performed live, but her family had lost its fortune before Elain had the chance, and the fae looked down upon human tales and rarely (if ever) performed them. But Elain had the fondest memory of this book as a child, and she shouldn’t have been surprised that Azriel had tucked away that tidbit of information.
He really did remember everything about her.
Elain watched breathless, on the edge of her seat, as the magical story unfolded before her. The elegance and craft of the human ballerina’s almost made her believe they were truly fae in disguise.
All too soon the ballet came to an end. The lights lit up again and the roar of applause filled the air, and Elain clapped heartily with the rest of the awestruck audience. A broad smile pulled at her lips as she silently hoped the ballerinas would do a second performance.
Her brown eyes turned to Azriel, who was already gazing at her in adoration, and said, “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“The night’s not over yet.” Azriel grinned brightly and Elain felt her heart contract in her chest.
Azriel helped her to her feet and the pair of them followed the ebb of the crowd as they slowly moved back up the old stone stairs. Surprisingly, no one turned to gawk at the winged Shadowsinger who stood apart from the crowd. Even though he was the only one with wings, it was as if they were used to his presence.
“Have you been here before?” Elain asked as they slowly made their way up the steps and Azriel shook his head, but his eyes still glowed merrily, as if he was waiting for her to realize something.
Elain narrowed her eyes at him slightly, feeling left in the dark.
“There’s something magical about this place, I can feel it.” Elain said, her eyes sweeping around the courtyard again as they crested the top of the steps - but the courtyard was completely different than it was before. Some of the decorations were cleared away and a stone floor meant for dancing appeared and was lined with two long, massive tables packed full of decadent food and desserts.
Awe bubbled in her chest, but Elain turned to Azriel and asked, “What is this place?” Azriel merely smiled and held his hand up as a quartet of stringed instruments filled the air, silently pushing her towards the dance floor.
She placed her slightly chilled hand into his warm one as he led her to the dancefloor, where couples were already twirling around under the moonlight. As soon as they stepped onto the floor, Azriel was whisking her away gracefully and perfectly in time with the other dancers. His charming smile and shimmering eyes were all Elain could focus on as she let herself melt into the dance.
The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury
Eventually, Elain and Azriel broke free of the dancefloor, but the music continued. They drifted over to the side table that called to Elain - the sweet smell of gingerbread beckoned to her. It was always one of her favorites in the chilled, frostbitten months.
Azriel held a plate in each hand and Elain was filling them with sweets, inspecting each and everyone - admiring the skill and craft that went into every pastry - before piling it onto their plates.
Elain was looking at a cream puff in great detail when she heard an amused voice asking, “Is everything to your liking?”
She looked up from the puff and saw Mrs. Cringle standing there, light amusement dancing across her face as she looked at Elain, who smiled in return.
“Everything has been so delightful,” Elain said, setting the pastry down sheepishly. “The skill of the ballerinas was incomparable, and all the dancing and, well,” She gestured to their surroundings. “Everything has been magnificent. Thank you so much for letting us join on such short notice.”
Mrs. Cringle's eyes creased in delight.
“I’m so happy you could join us,” She said, smiling whole-heartedly. “My husband is traveling this time of year, and I always get so lonely without him, so we started this tradition,” Something caught her attention behind Elain’s back, her eyes drifting away and Mrs. Cringle nodded slightly. “Please excuse me, but enjoy the rest of your night. If you need me, just ask anyone and they can find me.”
Elain tried to bite back her curiosity, but it won out in the end.
“What is this place?” Elain asked, gripping Azriel at his bent forearm and she narrowed her eyes at his soft laughter.
“Look around Elain, truly look.” Azriel said gently.
Elain took a steadying breath, her eyes sweeping around her once again. She noticed that no matter how people grabbed a handheld pie, or a shortbread, there was never a shortage of food…that the music was coming from…nowhere…no, there on a balcony tucked away behind curtains of red velvet Elain saw an enchanted quartet - the instruments playing and plucking themselves.
She turned to look at the human across from her - a slender woman with pale skin and pale curls and pale eyes - and while she paid no attention to Elain, her movements were more graceful than any human, but not as inhuman as fae.
Elain’s brow furrowed as she studied her closer. Concentrating as she pushed away the magic that hung in the air…Her skin was glowing, almost incandescently, and her ears were pointed similar to those of a high fae, but hers were more rounded - like a pear.
Elain blinked and turned to Azriel.
“It can’t be.”
Azriel’s grinned widened.
“It’s the stuff of lore, not real life,” Elain said, taking in her surroundings with a fresh set of eyes. “Elves?” Elain mouthed the word and Azriel nodded in confirmation. He handed her one of the plates and placed a warm hand on the small of her back, leading her away from the mass of people to speak quietly.
“I thought they were myths.” Elain whispered as they stood against a stone wall.
“They chose to become one,” Azriel said lowly, nodding to them as they engaged in their festivities. “Thousands of years ago they let themselves be forgotten, and this is the only colony in existence,” Azriel explained. “While there might be a family in hiding here or there, there are only certain people who know that this exists.”
“Were they truly hunted?” Elain asked quietly, and Azriel gave a solemn nod.
“Brutally so,” Azriel confirmed. “Somehow, humans and fae alike believed that their bones possessed magical properties, and it was believed that if you made weapons out of them it would kill both the physical form and the spiritual form.”
“Did it?” Elain asked before she could stop herself, a chill going down her spine.
“No,” Azriel said, his eyes darkening. “But no matter how often it was disproven, the rumor was still believed to be true. So, they disappeared from living memory and let themselves turn to myths. I can’t say I blame them.”
Revulsion and sympathy crashed through Elain’s being as she looked at the elves.
“It’s an honor to be here.” Elain whispered, watching their lives unfold before her.
“It shows how trusting they are of Vassa, to allow us to be here based upon her recommendation alone.” Azriel said, and Elain nodded in agreement.
“Did you know of this existence before talking with Vassa?” Elain asked and Azriel nodded.
“Yes and no,” Azriel said. “Throughout my years as a spy I knew that elves were alive and that there was mostly a village somewhere, but I had no idea where. Or what their lives were like.”
“And Mrs. Cringle is…?” Elain asked.
“A different legend all together,” Azriel replied and motioned to Elain’s plate. “I’ll answer all of your questions later, but replenish your energy for another round of dancing, wife.”
Elain smiled and bit into a pastry, absorbing every magical flavor.
– – –
By the end of the night, Elain was both giddy and exhausted as she and Azriel staggered back to their room. Flames tumbled in the ornate fireplace, keeping the room perfectly toasty on a cold winter’s night. The windows were frosted on the outside, and Elain was surprised to see fat snowflakes floating down from the dark sky.
“No one truly understands elf magic,” Azriel said, taking in the surprise on her face and reading her mind. “But I would assume it'd be similar to that of the fae.”
Elain nodded, turning to smile at her husband.
“Thank you,” Elain said, taking a step towards him and placing her hands flat against his chest. His heartbeat a comforting thunder under her palms. “For this wonderful experience - for everything.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” Azriel said, bringing his hands up to cover hers. “I want to do this for you. You deserve a memorable honeymoon. You deserve the entire world.”
Elain stood on her tiptoes to place a delicate kiss on Azriel’s lips. Sinking into his warmth, letting her eyes fall shut to savor the feel of him. Soon, they would be back home, but for now she was enjoying this time with him. Soon they’d have to face Devlon, but he was the farthest thing from Elain’s mind as she felt her husband’s tongue brushing against her lips.
A low, sensual moan pulled out of Elain’s throat as their tongues met.
Azriel’s hands left hers and went to push down her fur stole.
The room became warmer, headier as Azriel kissed her, slowly backing her towards the bed.
Elain let her hands fall from his chest so that the garment fell to the floor, and soon after Elain’s dress went with it. They undressed each other slowly, taking in each other's bare bodies in the glow of the fire.
Warmth bloomed through Elain at the sight of Azriel’s body, somehow she still wasn’t used to his hardened muscles or his male beauty. She truly didn’t think she’d ever be.
Elain swore she saw faint threads of silver and gold connecting their bodies in the scarce distance that separated them. Azriel, however, didn’t seem to notice as he gazed down at her - his eyes locked on her.
One of his hands tangled in her hair, tilting his chin up so he could claim her lips in a searing kiss before they fell onto the bed behind Elain.
His body was on top of her and in hers the entire night. Claiming her in every way.
When Elain woke the next morning, her body was tucked into Azriel’s, his wing cocooning them over the thick, fluffy comforter.
Golden light was streaming in through the frosty windows and a silly, sleepy smile graced Elain’s face as she felt the tell-tale ache between her thighs.
“Good morning,” Elain said softly, turning to face Azriel, his eyes wide awake as his face came into view. “Are we allowed to sleep in this morning, or do we have a schedule to keep to?” Elain teased before placing a sleepy kiss to his lips.
A smile played on Azriel’s lips.
“We have a few moments before we have to leave,” Azriel said, kissing her deeply and sliding one hand over the soft skin of her leg before grasping her behind the knee and pulling her leg up over his hip. He nudged at her entrance. “I can think of a good way to spend it.” He mumbled against her lips as he pushed inside of her.
Elain moaned in pleasure as her husband leisurely made love to her.
Is the end of all the endings?
“I feel so official, traveling with the Spymaster,” Elain said, setting into the cabin onboard a merchant ship. The mattress underneath her was lumpy with a threadbare blanket digging into her elbows - a far cry from the embodiment of comfort she woke up in that morning. After their morning lovemaking, Azriel urged her out of bed and they quickly left the colony of elves. It was as if the entire village was asleep because they didn’t see a single soul as they made their way through the town. The horses and sleigh were in the same position as they had left it. “Maybe I’ll accompany you on one of your missions someday.”
“Hmmm.” Azriel remarked, testing on the lock and deadbolt on their door.
Their luggage appeared on the floor, in a cloud of shadows, which swarmed Elain kindly before disappearing.
“You wouldn’t want me to join you?” Elain asked, a mock pout on her lips.
Azriel’s hazel eyes met hers over his shoulder.
“I’d love for you to stay far away from any and all of my missions.” Azriel said honestly.
Elain let a beat of silence pause in the air before responding.
“You can’t hide me away from danger,” Elain said quietly. “No matter how much you may want to.”
Azriel’s taunt body turned towards her, his shoulder leaning against the closed cabin door.
“I know,” Azriel said, “And I know you’re incredibly powerful and we’ve only tapped the surface for everything you’re capable of,” Shadows darkened his corner of the room. “But I fear that I’d put you above any mission assigned to me - no, I know I’d always choose you, Elain. Prythian be damned.”
Elain’s toes curled in her boots.
“Then we are one and the same.” Elain said, sitting up straight on the small bed.
Silence filled the room, realizing what they both admitted to each other, and Elain asked, “Where are we going? Are you allowed to tell me, or is it another surprise?”
Azriel gave her a smile, the one that showed off his dimple, and said, “I can tell you.”
“And we’re going to…?” Elain trailed off, prompting Azriel to fill in the blank.
“Have you ever heard of the Golden Carnival?” Azriel asked.
Elain furrowed her brow, searching her brain for some recollection and found nothing, so she shook her head.
“It’s described as living luxury, decadent incarnate,” Azriel said, a sly grin on his face as he spoke. “A celebration held over multiple days. I’ve been a few times in the past,” His grin faded. “And if one knows where to look, then they can find any sin to indulge in. Masks are required to be worn for all who participate,” A tingling spread through Elain’s veins, a rush of emotions (both pleasant and unpleasant) fizzled inside of her. “And there are no such spectacles in the world like it.”
“And that’s where we are going?” Elain asked slowly, raising her eyebrows as her husband.
“Can you guess where it is?” Azriel asked, smiling cheekily at her.
Elain pursed her lips, combing through her brain to try and salvage a guess.
“If I had to guess,” She started, relishing in the spark in Azriel’s eyes. “I’d say that this has Helion written all over it.”
Azriel nodded at her.
“It’s in the heart of the Day Court, luckily enough,” Azriel confirmed. “As you can guess, the Golden Carnival was paused during Amarantha’s reign, and after. But this is the first time that Helion feels it’s safe to start the tradition again.”
“And we’re allowed to go?” Elain asked, to which Azriel simply shrugged.
“As I said, identities are kept secret and masks are worn. And we don’t need the permission from anyone other than Helion himself to attend.”
A grin pulled at Elain’s mouth.
“It sounds thrilling,” Elain admitted, excitement bubbling inside of her. “And this ship will take us there?”
Azriel nodded in confirmation. “Helion is one of the few High Lord’s willing to trade with humans, and you wanted to experience travel, so I thought I’d give you some variety.”
Elain laughed, silently pleased that within a day Azriel had them traveling by sleigh and ship, giving her every experience possible.
“I can’t wait.���
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How You Get The Girl
Chapter 23
Masterlist
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Language
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“I feel awful,” Elain said, pulling the seat belt away from her belly. “I can’t believe this happened.” Inky guilt settled into her veins as she thought of the photo that had been making waves online. She hated the guilt that lurked inside of her because she was so proud of that photo — of how beautiful it was, of how Azriel’s artistic talent and passion was on full display. His affection. But that picture was for them. Not the entire world.
“How are you holding up?” Azriel said from the driver's seat, reaching over to place one hand on her knee while the other rested on top of the wheel. The dark tattoos and his corded muscles was a nice distraction from everything on fire outside of the car.
“I can’t believe this ruined Feyre and Rhysand’s plans.” Elain pouted and sunk further into the passenger's seat.
“I wouldn’t say we ruined their plans.” Azriel said, flicking the turn signal to turn onto a dirt road.
“We hijacked it, at the very least,” Elain grumbled and looked out the window, watching the leaves rush pass as they drove into the dense forest. “They were planning on having a romantic getaway at Rosehall and now we’re crashing it. And like a week before they even get here.”
“Elain,” Azriel said softly, squeezing her knee. “Your photo was leaked. You have the right to be upset.”
“I know,” Elain whispered, peeking at him from the corner of her eye. His strong profile, made up of straight lines and a beautifully sloping nose, looked confidently out the window, and the glow of late afternoon sun landed on him with a gold outline. “And your phone was compromised. Your privacy was violated because of me. I never should have told you to take that picture.” Her fingers played with the ones that laid comfortingly on her knee.
“Hey,” Azriel said firmly, his eyes cutting to hers meaningfully before turning back to the road. “I should have deleted that picture. I should have never taken it in the first place, but I was being selfish. And how much training did I have to sit through where they expressly told us what not to do?”
Elain pursed her lips and fought the urge to argue. To put all the blame on her shoulders.
“You know what I hate?” Elain whispered, placing her hand flat on top of Azriel’s and seeing how small it looked in comparison. “How they can say such nasty things about such a beautiful picture,” She scrunched her nose and threaded her fingers through his. “I mean, if it was a professional shoot and that picture was in a magazine? People would be fawning over it. But because it was on my boyfriend's phone I’m somehow a slut? A tramp? It’s ridiculous.”
She looked up at him and saw the muscle in his jaw ticking. Elain leaned across the console and placed her free hand on the left side of his face to pull him towards her, and then kissed the tensed muscle in his jaw.
“It’s not fair.” Azriel stated, frustration clear in his voice.
Elain leaned her head into his shoulder. Her forehead pressing into him.
“I was thinking,” Elain said hesitatingly, unsure if this was the best time to bring it up. “But I don’t think I want to model anymore,” She felt his body tense under her and continued. “You know it was never something I really wanted to do, and I feel more and more detached every time they call me The Face, and after this whole experience I’m sick of that entire industry.”
A short silence fell in the car.
“I want you to do what makes you happy.” Azriel said, this thumb brushing over the soft skin of her hand he was holding.
“That’s,” Elain started and cut herself off when she felt a burning sensation in her eyes. “That’s one of the things I love about you. You don’t care if I’m a model, or what I’m posting on my instagram, or anything that comes with all of that. You just care about me.”
Elain pressed a kiss into his shoulder before pulling back, and when she looked through the windshield she saw them pulling into Rosehall’s driveway.
“This isn’t how I saw us being here for the first time, as a couple I mean. Obviously we were both here before with my family.” A blush tinged her cheeks.
Azriel put the car in park before turning to face her. His eyes were intense and caring in a way that made her stomach contract.
“This is how I see it,” Azriel said, his voice warm and lovely. “I get to spend a week alone with my gorgeous girlfriend, away from all the bullshit we normally have to deal with. And despite the reasons why we’re here — we’re still together,” He leaned closer to her and Elain felt herself leaning forward as well. “And I am going to do everything in my power to make this the best week of your life.”
A smile bloomed on Elain’s face.
“Did you pack the condoms?” Elain whispered, as if they were in a car full of people and she didn’t want anyone to overhear.
Azriel raised an amused eyebrow at her.
He rested one elbow on the center console and brought a hand up to rub his index across his bottom lip to keep from smiling.
“I did,” Azriel said, almost smiling. “Are you planning on taking advantage of me, Elain?”
“Maybe,” Elain moved even closer, her smile taking up more real estate on her face. “Is that a problem?” She unbuckled herself and shifted so that she was sitting on her knees, facing him fully. Hunched over and uncomfortable, but she wanted an unobstructed view of her boyfriend.
Azriel smiled fully at her, his dimple deep in his cheek.
“Let me get back to you on that.” Azriel joked, and Elain playfully swatted his arm before leaning in and pressing her lips against his.
His strong hand came up and tangled in her hair and their lips moved slowly against each other.
Excitement raced through Elain, pushing out any lingering feelings of frustrations with their situation. She was looking forward to time with Azriel and was going to relish every second they got to spend together, no matter the circumstances.
When they pulled away, Elain was panting and she could feel her lips tingle from their kisses.
“Tonight? Do you think?” Elain questioned breathlessly, her hair feeling too hot and heavy against her damp neck.
Azriel’s eyes darkened as they looked at her.
He shifted his hand to rub one thumb along her soft jaw.
“Are you ready?” Azriel asked, and when Elain nodded her head Azriel swallowed loudly. “If you get too tired tonight and just want to sleep, then we can push it back. There’s absolutely no rush, Elain.”
“I know,” Elain whispered and gently brought their lips together again in a brief kiss. “But I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”
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For some reason Rosehall always smelled like Spring and Autumn, even in mid summer. Elain was sure it was some combination of the leaves from the thick forest and the wild roses that were found all throughout the grounds — it was one of her favorite smells. The kind of smell that always brought with it serenity. She could be sincere here away from the rest of the world.
The large cabin was rustic and full of large windows, and a calmness filled Elain as soon as she stepped through the threshold holding her backpack. Azriel tried to steal it from her hands, but she wouldn’t let him.
“I could live here,” Elain admitted, setting her bag down before plopping down on an old, puffy leather couch in the family room. She gazed at the large stone fireplace across her and wondered if she could convince Azriel to start a fire for her in the middle of summer. “Just you and me,” She raised herself up to peer over the back of the couch at him. “What do you say?”
“Are we completely secluded, or can family come visit?” Azriel asked, unloading one of what looked like ten bags he was carrying from by the front door. He slowly walked across the wooden floor to her and placed his brown hands on either side of her from behind the couch.
Elain lifted to her knees to get closer to him.
“They can visit.” Elain stated, looking up at him.
Azriel hummed in response and his lips uplifted into a soft smile.
“Then I think we could make it happen, but I can’t promise your parents would be the best landlords.”
Elain cringed and shook her head.
“This is our fantasy, please don’t mention my parents.”
“Sorry, babe.”
Elain grinned and wound her arms around his neck.
“I love it when you call me pet names, I hope you know that.”
“You always look like you melt when I do it.” Azriel admitted, a blush dusting his cheeks.
After a small pause Elain said, “Always? Even before we got together?”
Azriel nodded in admittance and Elain gasped, softly slapping his chest.
“That’s why you always called me names?”
A guilty smile ate at Azriel’s lips.
“Well, yes, but I really can’t be blamed for calling you beautiful, though. It’s a fact.”
“What do you like that I do?” Elain asked, flushing.
“I like it when you touch me,” Azriel said, and rolled his eyes at the look of Elain’s face. “Not like that, pervert, but when we’re sitting together and you reach for my hand. Or when you push my hair back. When you randomly hug me. Stuff like that.”
“Oh,” Elain breathed, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed. “I was worried you might think I was clingy.”
Azriel shook his head and said, “Never.”
Elain bit her lip and played with the hair on the nape of his neck, running her fingers through his curls.
“You know,” Elain said, wetting her lips. “We don’t have to wait for tonight to…”
Azriel’s body stilled beneath her fingers.
“I’m going to bring the food in from the car,” Azriel said slowly. Deliberately. “And you’re going to wait for me. In your room.”
He leaned down to give her a hurried kiss before rushing out of the house.
Elain felt giddy and grabbed her bag and ran up the steps.
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