In The Mist of Shadows

Chpt. 19

"Your brother is going to hang us." Azriel whispered in Adela's ear making her giggle.

"He'll get over it." She felt Azriel unbutton the back of her dress with ease, both of their faces burning.

"Tell me when you're done." He spoke before turning around and closing his eyes to give her privacy.

Adela stripped herself of her dress that was squeezing her ribs, her heels that made her feet bark in pain. Being in nothing but her undergarments while Azriel was right there made her hips flutter before she put on her sleep pants. After she slipped on the matching shirt that didn't cover past her navel, leaving her stomach exposed she spoke. "Okay." She slipped on slippers before walking out of the room Nesta set up for her outside of the library. She was going to try tonight, see how it was.

The two walked to the edge before she held out her arms with out hesitation. Azriel was happy to lift her up and hold her closely, his Queen, his mate. Especially now that he was out of those stuffy clothes and in a relaxed tshirt and casual pants he would wear while lounging about the house. Adela told him to wear pajamas with her, to which his response was 'I don't wear pajamas.' He smirked at Adela's pink cheeks before changing into these. He knew Rhysand would be indifferent to say the least to this. But who is he to tell Adela to keep the suffocating dress on?

They soared in the air, Adela laughing as he spun while descending a bit before evening out. Her laugh was contagious, he wanted to hear it for the rest of his prolonged life. And these moments together, in the air and all alone were easily his favorite moments. He smiled down at her as he soared to the city. They could hear the music and chatter long before they landed.

Everyone stared as the two flew down, landing with ease. Not just staring at their attire, but staring at them. It was apparent in looking at them that they were meant for each other. Adela ignored them however and patted his arm before they walked to the crowd who were dancing.

In the mist of the crowd was Rhysand who was dipping Feyre before he spotted them. "What-" The two stared at their attire, Feyre smiling and feeling jealous she didn't think of it. "What are you wearing?" He growled at Azriel.

"My Queen told me to change in 'pajamas'." By the look on Rhysand's face he could get used to using that excuse.

"I thought either a rib or a bone in my feet were going to break." Adela explained. "And I didn't want to be the only one out of formal wear."

He accepted the explanation as the two walked closer to the music. As they were close enough to hear the music in their chests, and feel the warmth of the huge fire in the middle they fell into form before moving with the crowd. Azriel led them, Adela following easily thanks to her hours of dance practice. They matched the pace of the others quickly, Azriel spinning her with everyone else.

Adela let everyone else disappear until it was just Azriel and the music. It was easy as she was staring into his eyes, as if reading his soul. She pulled him in closer, feeling his body against hers. It felt better than the first time, more intimate despite being surrounded with eyes. But she didn't care, it was only them that mattered to her right now.

After another spin she fell back into his body again and this time with a hand on his neck, she guided his head to meet hers. Their foreheads touching seemed like a very personal thing, and it was. But in this moment she wanted to be closer to him even though that was physically impossible. Her soul craved for something more adjoining. It craved the bond they both knew was deep down.

The song was coming to an end and with everyone else Azriel lifted her up and spun her before bringing her down and dipping her lower than the rest. Azriel saw a peek of the band of her bra before she picked herself up. His scent was different, more prominent. Before she could understand why it changed he excused himself.