A Court of Fanfictions: Azriel

Chapter 12

After our breathing calmed and our hair and bodies were dry, Az and I climbed off of the rock we laid against. He felt good. So good. Not just between my legs, but beside me with his arms and wings around me.

He stood and pulled his shorts up while I stood and fixed my panties and bra around my body. He held his hand out to me once I was situated, and I took it. "This way so we don't get wet again," he explained, taking my hand and pulling me to the opposite side of the cavern where Velaris was. I didn't reply, but I followed with him. He lifted me into his arms, my arms around his neck, as we stepped out of the cavern. His arms were warm and muscular and holy cauldron how was he always...so...good?

He flew us a short distance back to where our clothes laid. My dressing was quick since night was falling over us quickly. "I can't wait to eat," I said, trying to converse with him. Azriel smirked. "Yes, I believe Rhys, Feyre, and the little Illyrian are joining us for dinner at the house," he answered. I swallowed. Would they scent him on me? And me on him?

Maybe not. Maybe the water prevented it.

"I like them," I told him. He smirked again. "They are good company," he agreed, fastening the leather loop around his waist. I walked towards him, preparing for him to scoop me up. He did, and we flew to the House in a comfortable silence.

We landed gently, and I tried to be sneaky in seeing if anyone was there yet. "They won't be here for some time," Az said, almost as if reading my thoughts, "Nyx is hiding, they can't find him." I laughed at the image of Nyx winnowing around the house while Feyre and Rhys chase him. "In that case," I told him, turning around to face him and walking backwards, "I'm going to go bathe." He gave me a toothless smile and nod, heading for the dining room, where I could smell Cassian, while I climbed the stairs.

I want to smell like myself when Rhys and Feyre come. I don't want them to think differently of Azriel or myself for giving into our desires. Or needs.

I stripped off my clothes and started running a shallow bath. I bathed, perhaps using an extra amount of soap, and I clothed myself in a lavender tunic and leggings, no shoes because only the boots, the lost sandal pair, and the shoes I had found for the red dress fit me. None of those very appropriate for dinner.

I looked in the mirror and noticed small nip marks under my ear from Azriel. I smirked, touching the places and remembering what he whispered in my ear. "Good girl." I shuddered at the memory and began braiding my hair to that side to prevent anyone else from seeing, and to distract myself from the thoughts.

I could hear Nyx's quick footsteps before anything else. I hadn't met him yet, but based off of the mischievousness the practically pooled at Rhysand's feet, I could only imagine what their son would be like. And Azriel had spoken of him before. A little Rhys.

I emerged from my room and was making my way down the stairs in time to find Cassian holding Nyx by the foot, upside down, Nyx giggling uncontrollably. "Uncle Cas!" He screamed out, Cassian laughing with him. "Cassian, put the child down," Nesta sneered as I reached the bottom step. Nyx was such a cutie. The young boy had curly ebony hair and violet eyes. A little Rhys indeed.

"He tried to bite my ankles!" Cassian bellowed, causing Rhys to snicker. "Rhysand!" Feyre hissed. "What? I didn't show him that," Rhys argued. "I did," Azriel smiled proudly, stepping forward.

Nyx gasped. "Uncle Az!" He screeched as Cassian put him to the floor. The little Fae-Illyrian was so excited he did small flights between steps. Azriel crouched down with his arms open to meet him, Nyx's arms grabbing tightly around his neck in a hug. The image of it made my heart skip a beat.

"How's my little fighter?" He asked, leaning back to see Nyx as he held him in his arms. Feyre came to my side. "It's disgustingly cute to see how three Illyrian warriors treat a small child," she commented. I grinned. "Agreed."

As if just noticing me, Nyx turned to face us, still in Azriel's arms as Az stood. He gasped, a small hand plopping over his mouth. "What?" Cassian sneered at him.

Nyx leaned his head to Azriel's ear, who grinned. "Kortnee," he answered, looking from me to Nyx. "Kowtnee?" Nyx repeated. Azriel smiled at him, and looked at me. "Yes. You want to meet her?" He asked. Nyx's eyes grew wide, and he nodded his head furiously. Azriel's smile didn't change as he approached me, the sound of his heavy boots seeming louder against the floor than usual.

"Remember what we taught you?" Rhys asked, coming up at my other shoulder. Nyx's tiny mouth tilted upwards. "Hmm...wet me think," he answered his father. I smiled, and Nyx turned his head into Azriel's shoulder, blushing.

Feyre laughed and looked to Rhys, who smiled. "He thinks your the most beautiful thing he's ever seen," Rhys said. Nyx turned his head slowly to me. "Oh is that so?" I said with a small smile, "Well, I happen to think you're the cutest youngling I've ever seen." I put a hand over my chest. Nyx turned to smile at me.

"We're trying to teach him to shake hands," Feyre added. I smiled, holding a hand out to him.

"I'm Kortnee," I told him. Nyx smiled brightly at me, putting his small hand in my. "I Nyx. This my Uncle Az," he answered. Azriel's eyes gleamed with delight, his mouth turning upwards.

"She knows Uncle Az, silly, boy," Feyre said, booping his nose with a finger. "Come on now, let's go eat," she bossed, holding her hands out to him. Nyx sighed dramatically but went to her arms. I caught Azriel giving me a loving stare and smile after passing Nyx off, but I quickly looked away from it. Cassian narrowed his eyes at me, so I scowled at him.

Then, he grinned. As if he knew. As if he, too, noticed.