Hands On

Hold

Gwyn soon learns that there are certain advantages to living next door to Azriel. Chiefly, she can be on alert for signs of his return. Gwyn is reading before bed when she hears quiet footsteps outside her door. She tries to temper her excitement. It could just be Cassian walking down the hall. Azriel has been gone for three nights. Not terribly long, but it still felt like an excruciating eternity to Gwyn. It was not clear when he would be returning, so while her heart has leapt at every unexpected sound in the hall since, Gwyn reminds herself to remain patient. Gwyn misses him desperately; feeling his absence acutely. Like the presence of a phantom limb, Gwyn could not shake the feeling of wrongness that had lingered over her since his departure. He should be here with her.

But then one of Azriel's shadows slips under her door and flits across the room to her. Wrapping itself once around her wrist, it lingers with her for a moment before returning to its master. Gwyn breathes a sign of relief. Azriel is home. He is safe. She checks her bedside clock. It is later than she thought. She should let him rest; there will be time to see him tomorrow. But she cannot wait any longer. She has never been good at waiting for what she wants. Gwyn tosses off her blankets and leaps from her bed; crossing to the door in long strides. She throws open the door to her chamber and then in a flash, she is opening the door to his room.

Azriel looks shocked to see her. His shadows must not have warned him she was approaching. Maybe they did not expect that Gwyn would follow them out of her room. He is paused in the act of unbuckling a dagger from his thigh. "Gwyn, what are you-"

He never has the chance to finish his question. Gwyn runs to him. She leaps into his arms and he drops the dagger to catch her. Her lips meet his in a hungry crash. Azriel staggers back from the force of her jump, but easily finds his footing. Her legs are around his waist and Azriel tangles a hand in her loose hair. He missed Gwyn every moment that he was away, but was willing to wait patiently until the morning to see her again. Not that he is complaining about her ambush. Azriel could get used to coming home to Gwyn if it meant she would great him like this every time.

Azriel brings his other hand up to her brush under knee and meets bare skin. A small growl rumbles in the back of his throat. He moves his hand along her leg, feeling skin the whole way to her ass. "Fuck, Gwyn," Azriel groans half in lust, half in shock. "Are you bare?" Gwyn giggles at first, but then swallows thickly when she takes in his molten gaze. His hand covers nearly half of her backside. She can feel his finger tips dig into her soft flesh, squeezing temptingly.

There is a pause while they consider the other. Azriel tears his eyes from her face first. "What's this?" Azriel's fingers drop from her hair to play along the tiny silk straps on her shoulders.

"Nesta and Emerie took me shopping while you were gone. Do you like it?" Gwyn is wearing a teal nightdress. He can see the outline of her hardened nipples though the silk. The hem is rucked up exposing her impossibly long legs. Azriel shifts the hand at her backside higher, exposing a scrap of black lace underneath.

"Were you thinking of me when you went shopping?" Gwyn blushes and nods. Azriel finds it adorable; that she had the courage to burst into his room and jump into his arms, but is shy when it comes to this. "Then I fucking love it. I love anything that makes you think of me." They kiss again, loosing themselves in the press of give and take as they meld together.

Eventually, Gwyn pulls back. "I just realized I've never seen the inside of your room before," she says in a revenant whisper.

Azriel chuckles. "That's what you're thinking about right now? I must not be doing this right if you have the mental capacity for anything else." He leans in to kiss her again, but she playfully pushes his face off course.

Gwyn hops down off his body. "This is the secret lair of the infamous Shadowsinger, of course that's what I'm thinking about," she answers with a wink.