insubordinate (gwynriel)

7

Gwyn nearly fucking jumped out of her own skin when she opened her bedroom door to see Azriel lounged on her bed, legs crossed at the ankles and hands behind his head as he gave her a wolfish grin. She'd just gotten off of her library shift for the night and hadn't expected him to be here.

He was in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his dark hair falling in his hazel eyes. His eyes were alight in the way they got when he was about to push her way out of her comfort zone. Gwyn felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she awkwardly sat her bag down on the floor and turned to face him. He took up most of her bed, reminding her just how tall he actually was. His own bed made hers look miniature.

"Um, hi," Gwyn said softly, eyeing him hesitantly.

"Hi," he said with a charming, boyish smile.

"You're in my room," Gwyn questioned, eyes narrowed at where he lay on her bed, only the light of the small orange bulb casting a warm glow across the planes of his face.

"I am," he murmured, a coy look in his eye.

"Is there a reason?" She asked him, sitting down on the stool to her vanity, not quite ready to close the distance between the two of them. What was the protocol in these types of situations? Was she even allowed to initiate anything intimate? Wasn't he supposed to always take the lead?

"Does there need to be?" He quirked a brow playfully.

"Well, no, I just wasn't expecting you," she murmured.

"The best things happen unexpectedly," he winked at her.

"Did you just motivational quote me?" Her eyes narrowed to slits as she tried to decipher the game he was starting. He was certainly enjoying how uncomfortable and nervous she seemed.

"C'mere," he spoke, voice deep and gravelly. She didn't know what to do with herself. She slowly stood, taking the few steps across her bedroom that were needed to be within arm's length of him. He looked up at her, hands still lazily crossed behind his head, making his chest muscles show under the stretch of his shirt's fabric.

He smirked when she stopped to stand beside him but made no move to get any closer to him at all. She hated how awkward she felt. The way he was looking up at her had her stomach heating and her cheeks blushed. She liked the anticipation and tension that pushed and pulled at the two of them. She liked that she never knew what he would do next. It was a thrill.

"Sit on my lap," he said, still lounging and making no move to instruct her further. She was in a skirt and knew that her panties would be pressed directly against his pants. She internally begged herself to not get wet from his minimal contact. She tugged her lip between her teeth, swinging one leg over his body and balancing her weight before she sat on the apex of his thighs.

She tucked her hair behind her ears, anxious and unsure of what to do with her limbs. She looked down at him, breath hitching at the way he was devouring her with his eyes. His hands slowly rubbed up her thighs, eyes never leaving hers except to study her mouth and the way she worried her bottom lip between her teeth.

"You wanna take a bath with me?" He asked, voice low and seductive.

"A bath?" Gwyn asked, surprised.

He nodded.

"Um, okay," Gwyn agreed.

"There's a lesson I want to teach you," he said absentmindedly, tracing his fingers over her pale, freckled skin. She felt her stomach heat at his words, highly aware of the way they were positioned on each other.