The Love We Deserve - Azriel x OC

Flirt

By the time we winnowed home, I'd been poked and prodded much more than I would ever had liked. And I was desperate to wash my skin of the felling of hands and fingers.

But before I could do anything I was brought into a hug.

"you should've told us. I knew it was bad, but never that" Feyre murmured, and I tucked my head against her shoulder, wrapping my arms around her waist. I didn't know what to say, there really wasn't anything to say.

The smell of food caused us to pull apart, turning to see the table lined with food and I'm sure we all let out a sigh at the sight.

I sat next to Azriel at the table, our chairs so close that if I leaned even slightly to my left we'd be touching. Nesta and Elaine joined us too and we filled them in on what had happened.

My head rested on the Shadowsinger's shoulder as I chewed, eyes fluttering shut. I felt his hand move to my leg, rubbing slow circles.

"you okay?" his nose nudged my head and I hummed quietly.

"it was just a lot, seeing it all again. Feeling it" my hand rubbed my side, soft leather smooth under my fingers. "I never thanked you for these"

"that's okay, as long as you let me take them off you later" his tone was suggestive, and I moved my head back so I could see his face. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly as he peered down at me, and my lips tilted up.

"flirt" I murmured fondly, and he winked. He lifted his fork to my lips, and I accepted the food with a sigh. "thank you"

"anytime gorgeous"

Later we lay on my bed, heads facing the ceiling.

"what did Rhys show you after Vic picked me up?" my head turned to him and he traced my face with his eyes.

"He showed us the rest, the tents, the end of the fighting. And then the cauldron" his eyebrows pinched, "you were so young Alex, so so young"

"you're just saying that because your ancient"

"Ancient?" he repeated in disbelief, grabbing my waist and pulling me so I straddled his chest, hands running down my sides as my eyes fluttered down at him. "you're the one who's into older men"

"hmm true" I admitted, grazing his hair lightly, watching his eyes flutter closed.

"touch me" he encouraged quietly.

My fingers threaded through his hair, and he sighed in content, tilting his head back and I couldn't resist pressing kisses along his neck, his grip on me tightening.

"so fucking pretty" the words pressed into his skin with each kiss, trailing up his jaw until his eyes opened, brushing his hand across my cheek.

"gods I've been waiting to taste you"

My cheeks burned as he connected his lips to mine, the whole world melting away around us as I sunk into his gentle caressed. My hands moved to cup his face, kissing him with earnest as I felt fingers tangle in my braids, pulling me even closer.

He was right, kissing was definitely different depending on who you were doing it with. And I wasn't sure if it was because I was fae now, or because I hadn't ever kissed anyone like this, but I never wanted to stop.

Pleasure fizzled under my skin and his teeth dug into my lip before he pulled back.

Our eyes caught and I leant back down, kissing him again. And again. And again. Until the need for air became apparent and I parted from him.

"was that okay?"

"pretty thing," he brushed my cheek with dazed eyes "you're perfect"

My lips twisted into a smile, humming as I pressed another kiss to his lips, his fingers burrowing through my hair.

"help me take them off"

Azriel sucked in a breath at the words and I winced slightly.

"not like that, not tonight" I clarified quickly, cheeks darkening and his chest rumbled with amusement, hazel eyes drifting over my face.

"of course" he soothed, brushing his lips against mine before helping me to my feet.

He kissed along my neck as he began undoing the knots Naula and Cerridwen had tied earlier and I angeled my head to give him better access, trapping a small moan between my lips.

"I've got you, just relax" Az said, wrapping an arm around my waist securely as the front of the leathers came open. I sank back against him, letting my eyes slide shut as I focused on the feeling of him peeling the layers of clothing off my skin, his lips and teeth marking along my neck and newly exposed shoulder as he slipped my tunic down to reveal the skin hidden there.

My heart fluttered and this time I let the moans fall, my hand clutching the one he had wrapped around me as my chest rose and fell heavily.

He stopped to slip my top off over my head before carrying me back to the bed, lying me across it as I stared up at him, his wings flared with male pride as hazel dragged across my half naked form.

"where do you keep your nightclothes?"

"your shirt will do"

His eyes practically glowed before he began taking off his own leathers and I peeled out of my leggings, leaving my socks on.

His fingers traced the scars across my front lightly and I paused to look at him, his face almost unreadable.

"I love you" he looked at me "that's what you meant wasn't it?"

"before I went in?" I prompted softly, and he nodded "yeah. That's what it meant"

"when we watched it again earlier, seeing through Rhys's eyes how you had looked at me" he swallowed thickly, "I didn't realise what it had meant before"

"I was looking for you, when I came out. All I could think about was you. All I ever seem to think about is you"

"I love you" he whispered against my lips before kissing me with such passion I felt tears prick in the corners of my eyes. "I have always loved you, you stubborn, beautiful thing"

"stubborn?" my teasing tone had him smiling.

"After what I've seen today, there's no denying it."

I hummed to myself, trailing my hand down his arm before tugging at his shirt.

"give me this. My bra's been killing me all day."

"maybe impatient should have been in there." He pulled it off and I slid it on, relishing in the body heat that seeped into me before shimmying my bra off, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.

"please tell me you didn't just dump my leathers on the floor" my eyes flicked to him accusingly as he laid in bed, nothing but his undershorts protecting his modesty. Althought it would take a lot more than shorts to hide that.

"I'm so sorry"

I tutted, placing them on my stool fondly.

"you're terrible"

The chiding had no impact on the shadowsinger who pulled me against his chest as soon as I had pulled the covers over me.

"and you're mine" he countered, gazing down at me as I pulled back to look at him.

"yours?" I dragged my thumb over his bottom lip, his lips kissing it lovingly.

"yeah, mine"

"territorial male" but a grin spread across my lips at the words, tangling my limbs with his as the fae lights dimmed. "that means your mine you know"

"oh dear heart, I've been yours for a very long time"