I hated to trust you

1. Shadows Upon Us

Fingers knuckles deep inside the brunette, I savored the sounds of her wetness connecting with my palm and the strangled moans erupting from her perfect lips. With hooded eyes Moiraine gazed at me from her laying position. It was the most vulnerable she'd ever gotten with me. On her back, in the nude and those muscular legs spread all out for me as I feasted on her cunt. It was delicious. No, Moiraine was no woman to easily allow her power and need to control to fade away. So this sight —apart form it being the most stunning one I have ever been granted— was breathtaking and beyond intimate.

Her hands pulled at my hair so that the pleasant aching forced me to moan softly. "Gosh, you look beautiful like that," I whispered and straddled her waist before pulling her lips into a long and heated kiss. She was fast to turn us around and top me this time. Her tongue trailed a line down the side of my neck, before grazing her teeth over the spot. "Moiraine, we should get going." She was getting me worked up and I truly didn't need this right now.

She made sure to bite down in the crook of my neck, digging her teeth into my flesh and most likely marking my skin, before she was sitting next to me in her bed. Legs angled and shining in the warm morning sun, I was shortly flabbergasted, yet I crawled out of the comfort and returned to the brunette with a wet cloth. Sitting in front of her feet, I used my hands to pry her shaking legs apart and use the cloth to wipe her clean. I ensured to use tender moves and it seemed to work, when Moiraine leaned her head onto her shoulder and watched me with gentle eyes.

"You are too tense, when it comes to missions."

I scoffed at her statement, "I think you confuse me for yourself, dearest." Standing straight next to the bed, I bend down and placed a kiss to her lips. "I'm just eager to get out of these walls." I smirked and changed into my dark blue coat.

The blue Ajah. It was as if I was destined to take my place amongst them. My mother and Moiraine shared the same fate, although admittedly it was a frightening thought to take my mother's place by the side of the Amyrlin Seat, when it was that very throne who caused her to be banished.

"I knew you would be stressed if I didn't touch you," Moiraine spoke from behind me and the hair of my neck rose. "We have five minutes to spare." Her fingertips twirled my hair into a bun before she pinned it with her full fist to the back of my head. Lips pressed to my exposed skin and I hissed once it was the sensitive spot she had worked on previously that met her touch. "I'll make your legs shake and head spin within mere minutes, little dragon." When she grabbed my hips I leaned into her body and almost lost myself.

"We can't, you know that." My eyes focused onto the floor to ceiling bookshelf ahead. The oak wood was at least a hundred years old and yet it was as beautiful as ever. I had read every book in there, I believe. "I really want to, but I think teasing Lan and driving you insane will get me off too." I grinned and pulled away, causing my hair to cascade down my back again.

"Yeah sure," she muttered. "You shouldn't keep your hair loose when we're outside these walls."

Looking over my shoulder, I smirked whilst combing through my hair. "But it looks nice and if there would be a braid, it could be grabbed much easier."

She chuckled and shook her head, whilst I noticed the way she smiled ever so lightly. I opened the door and allowed the both of us to slip through it into the hallway where Lan leaned against the wall. A look of disapproval painted his features, earning me to smirk.

"You shouldn't do this," he remarked and Moiraine threw him one of her stoic looks.

"I think Moiraine did not like that... someone's getting himself in trouble," I sang and strutted forward as the two were walking behind me.