The Whispers of Shadows - A&A One Shots

a slow morning - azriel's pov

**Happy Valentine's Day, lovers

There was something beautiful about waking before the sun. Maybe it was his obligation to find comfort in darkness, or maybe it was that Aurora laid against Azriel's chest with soft puffs of air pushing through her plump lips. Laid on his back, Azriel ran slow fingers through her hair and down her spine, circling around on her exposed hip and back up to run just behind her ear.

Azriel adored the way she pressed closer to him, her nude body forming to his own. The hot air from between her lips brushed the skin of his chest and her lashes fluttered as dreams worked through her mind. The stars began to blink out in the lightening sky, the sounds of creatures stirring awake outside the window. A gentle, glorious morning.

Breathing in the scent of cinnamon and lilacs, Azriel let his eyes fall shut once more and savor the silence. Orion was with Elain and Mor on yet another sleepover, so Aurora and Azriel had two days to enjoy each other without the interruption of a child begging for breakfast as soon as dawn breaks.

Another thing he adored his wife and mate for: Allowing him the chance at being a father. Even with the impossibility of Aurora bearing their true child, she found one who needed their love and comfort. Azriel cherished being a father to Orion, even though the boy had a horrible habit of getting on his nerves. With Nyx being in his thirties, it had been a long time since a small child chewed his ear off about the small occurrences of every day. Nonetheless, Azriel was a father to a boy that accepted his teachings, his love, his smothering hugs, and his bad attitude when he got annoyed.

When golden light poured into the room, dust fluttering in its wake, Aurora began to move. Azriel kept his eyes closed, feeling his mate lift her cheek from his skin and stretch her leg over his. His hand still moved on her spine.

"My love?" Aurora spoke softly, lips brushing the scruff along his jaw. Azriel swore his heart stilled at the touch.

"Yes?" He whispered back, stretching his neck as those wondrous lips began to move across his throat.

"I know you're awake," Aurora responded, letting her tongue roll against his pulse. A smile stretched across his lips, his hand pausing on her rear.

"I would hope so, I am speaking to you." That earned a light smack to his arm. A chuckle rumbled in his chest. Her body shifted and Azriel let out a slow breath as he opened his eyes. Glorious, breathtaking, utter perfection sat atop his waist, basking in golden sun that made her glow. When did the Mother plan to stop spoiling him with such treasures? He prayed She never did.

"I had a dream," Aurora whispered, leaning down slightly so that her short hair cut along the lines of her jaw. Azriel bit down on his lip, eyes shamelessly taking in the curve of her breasts, pressed into her arms, and the mouthwatering shape of her waist and hips. Her hands rested on his chest, index finger mindlessly moving along his skin in slow strokes. Azriel struggled to restrain himself as he met her smoked gaze.

"And what, pray tell, happened in that dream?" His voice was hoarse, sleep and desire working together. The scent of smoked citrus lifted to his nose and Aurora's lip was caged between perfect teeth. He knew exactly what happened in her dream.

"You and I..." Aurora trailed off, leaning down so that her breasts pressed into him and her tongue traced his jaw. Azriel was already trembling.

"Mmhmm?" He hummed, sucking in a breath when she rolled her hips. His hands were on her lower back, feeling that movement in so many ways.

"We were at the cabin. Everyone was there, Rhys, Feyre, Mor, Elain, Nes, Cass, even Helion," Aurora spoke slowly, her teeth closing around his earlobe and making a deep sound roll from his chest. Her hands on his chest slid down and felt each cut of muscle along his ribs.