A Court of Storm and Legacy

Zip me up

Tate

My eyelids fluttered open as I felt breath on my stomach.

My eyes were fighting off the sleep, focusing on the ceiling above the bed. Slow, warm kisses were being placed along my ribs, slowly moving higher.

Goosebumps broke out across my skin and my blood heated. Finally looking down, I saw a familiar head of dark curls, dancing across my skin. The sight made my breath catch.

Hearing the small sound, Nyx' head lifted slowly, his violet eyes filled with heat. The rest of my senses returned to me and I honed onto his heavy hand gripping my thigh. My eyes must've drifted down in that direction because suddenly I was watching his nimble fingers glide up over my hips, across my stomach. The pressure was so light against my middle, I jerked at the sensation. His signature smirk returned, but I was breathing too heavily to say a word about it.

His hand drifted higher still, barely brushing my breasts, and settled around my neck. My eyes fell closed and I arched towards him. I felt his index finger put pressure on my chin, tilting my face to the right. His hand lifted from my throat and, before I could protest, was replaced with his mouth. He placed kisses up my neck, to right below my ear. Every touch, every kiss, was incredibly gentle. The lack of contact was sending my body into a spiral.

I couldn't take it anymore, I breathed out his name, "Nyx."

"Can't keep me out of your head can you,"

Waking up was like breaking through the surface of water.

"Well I positively hate to interrupt that wonderful dream, but we really do need to leave for Hybern," I sit up as if a shot has just gone off. Leaning against my doorframe, Nyx stands, cockiness oozing from every inch of his body. 

I woke up so quickly, I'm not really sure if I'm awake. Nyx shifts slightly and I notice his gaze drop slightly and immediately lift to the large windows next to the bed. I look down and notice my sheet has fallen, revealing my white undershirt with thin straps. In a hurry, I roll gracelessly out of my bed, and throw on the large sweatshirt I'd discarded on my floor last night before falling asleep. I also acknowledge I'm wearing fairly tight sleep shorts, and thank the Cauldron that the sweater falls past my ass. 

"Did you do that?" I snap, my face on fire. 

"I don't make it a point to orchestrate sex dreams into females. No, That was all you sweetheart, I was just a blessed observer." 

"Stay out of my head." I feel incredibly vulnerable right now, what with my lack of clothes and that he knows that I had just been fantasizing about him in bed, not that it was done purposefully. 

I make my way to the on-suite bathroom, grabbing the outfit Blythe had laid out for me, and pointedly ignoring Nyx' presence. 

"You know," his infuriating drawl comes from the other side of the door, "Perhaps that night at the club left us both craving the same thing. It would be a shame to deny ourselves this, don't you think?" 

"No," my voice is strained as I attempt to pull up the zipper on the back of my dress, "No, I don't think so. I think that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea." 

"Sweetheart, I'm all too aware of how much of a bull faced lie that is." 

Huffing in frustration and giving up on my zipper, I whip open the door, meeting Nyx' eyes and nearly smashing right into him. I take a meaningful step backward, unprepared for him to be so close. 

The action allows me to take in his appearance, and him mine.

 Gods, the way this male looks in suits should be criminal. At first glance, his suit appears to be black with gold detailing, but when the light from the rising sun filters through the bedroom, I can tell that it's a deep blue colour. The suit itself is made of satiny material and decorating his hands are lots of rings– One has a chain attached to the band that flows down to wrap several times around his wrist– clearly demonstrating the wealth of his court, and the stature he holds.