Amara's fingers trailed lightly over the curves and dips of Azriel's chest, closely listening to his steady breathing. They had spent the morning tangled in each other's arms and the bed sheets. As her head rested on his chest, her fingers grazed over his defined abs and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
Their room had been silent for the past few minutes. The absence of moans and growls gave the two some peace, some rest until they could both properly stand.
His fingers slipped through her hair, moving her knotted strands of hair away from her shoulders as he watched them twist around his fingers.
Amara purred softly as the brushing of her hair, curling up closer to his side and tugged up the sheets to her chest. Resting her hand onto his chest she tilted her head up to look at him, pushing her head back into his hand in the process. Her lips curved into a smile as her eyes traced over every line, shadow, tint of color along his face. She took in every tiny detail and committed it to memory.
He was her everything, a piece of her she had never known was missing. Her heart suddenly felt full, her soul completed with the mating bond in place after so long. Having him beside her only made it's presence that much stronger.
His eyes darted over her features, fingers still threading slowly through her hair bringing shivers down her spine. His lips parted slightly as he looked into her eyes, and she looked back. His head dipped down, pressing a feather soft kiss to her lips that she returned.
His arm wrapped around her shoulder, brushing his thumb across her scarred skin on her back. They were equals in many ways, both ashamed of their scars but unafraid to show each other.
His scared fingers traced along the slashes on her ribs and the single line of scared tissue along her hip. That scare was the one she hated the most. There was no way to hide it, showing on her front, side, and back side. It was long and dipped down towards the warmth between her legs.
Letting him see her scars, every single one had been painful for her. But as he traced her hip with his fingers she gently brought them up to her lips and kissed each finger gently. He was still ashamed of his hands, bearing the scars of his past.
She accepted him, every little scar that ran along his skin. She made sure to kiss every small line, every little part of his hands whenever she could. Whether than be just his palm, his finger tips, his knuckles, she kissed whatever she could. To show him she was not ashamed of his hands. That she would gladly take them in her own.
The one place she had not touched yet, were his wings. Her eyes trailed over to them as they spread out along the pillows. She let him rest his hand back down onto her hips, his thumb consistently brushing against her scar.
"I've always been curious about your wings." She said softly, her eyes trailing each small membrane along his wings. She wondered what they would feel like under her hands, her lips even.
Azriel pressed a kiss to her brow, gently pulling one wing up close to her. "Be careful, they're sensitive." He said, his voice gruff.
Amara couldn't help the curiosity that took over her as she reached a hand up and brushed her fingers along the main arch of his wings. The small pointed claws that came out of them at the ends. "How sensitive?" she asked as her finger trailed across a certain membrane towards the inside of his wing. The growl that slipped from his lips was her answer.
"I see." She said with a smirk, wondering how long he could handle her touches. Her fingers trailed up again and the look in his eyes told her enough. Oh she would have fun with this.
She pulled her hand away from the sensitive membrane, running it along the outer part of his wing tracing small patterns.
Azriel seemed to relax underneath her, calming as she moved away from his sensitive area. His watched her curiously with his eyes, his fingers still trailing across her hip and that thin scar.
"You're enjoying yourself aren't you?" He asked with a raised brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as she pressed a kiss to his wing.
"I love your wings. They're beautiful." She said in awe, turning her head back to look at him. "That wingspan isn't that bad either." She said with a wink and he knew exactly what she meant.
His eyes seemed to gleam at that, as she pressed more kisses along his wing and a few scars that he had gained in battle. She truly did love his wings. They transfixed her as she ran her hand the width of his one wing.
A knock at the door interrupted their quiet moment and she sighed, pulling her hand away from his wing as she looked up at him. "I think we're needed." She mumbled.
"Get your butts up! We have a meeting in five minutes!" Mor yelled from outside the door.
Azriel sighed, kissing her one last time before he sat up with her in the bed. "Relaxing time is over." He mumbled, slipping out of bed with those loose pants still clinging to his hips. Her eyes took in the picture for a second longer, her eyes staring at his ass when he walked towards the closet to change into appropriate clothing.
Amara slipped out of bed, shivering from the lack of sheets around her body now. "I can't believe you had to undress me for all that." She mumbled walking over to the dresser and summoned up her clothes from her room and shoved them into his drawers. She threw on a tight pair of pants and a loose shirt that stopped at her waist revealing her lower stomach.
Azriel simply turned halfway to smirk at her. "Your clothes were restricting access." He slipped on a dark tunic and she rolled her eyes. "I was only wearing a shirt Azriel."
"Yes and it restricted access to your breasts so I discarded it." He said calmly as he pulled on a tighter pair of pants but nothing too fancy.
"More like shredded." She said under her breath and tied the ends of her sleeves that were held together on one side with adjustable string. Her shoulders were exposed as the shirt hung just above her cleavage and wrapped around the bottom of her shoulders. The top of a scar poked out at the edge of the shirt and she couldn't help but tug at the shirt.
Azriel finished dressing and noticed how she tugged at her clothing. "Maybe I should put on another shirt." She mumbled and had started searching. Azriel walked up to her, as silent as shadow, pressing his fingers under her brow and titled her head up to face him.
"You are beautiful. Scars and all." He said and pressed a calming kiss to her lips.
When he pulled away her lips curved into a smile and she felt a little better about her appearance. "I love you." Was her response and he pulled her into his arms. "And I you my gem." He said deeply into her ear before kissing her cheek.
When another knock sounded at the door they pulled away and walked out of the bedroom reluctantly. Mor, still standing outside their door looked at them impatiently once they opened the door. "Finally," Mor said and dragged Amara out into the hallway.
Azriel simply chuckled, shutting the door quietly and walked behind them. Mor rushed her through the hall, picking at her outfit and complimenting the shirt she had questioned putting on. It made her smile, feeling far more comfortable in her own skin and looked back at Azriel. He trailed them, half in shadow and she rolled her eyes.
"Always covered in shadows." She said to him and he grinned. "It's my job."
Mor dragged her into the main living room where Elain sat, no Lucien in sight. "Where's Lucien?" Mor asked walking over to the couch to sit with the timid girl with flowers in her hair. "He had work to attend to today so he couldn't make the meeting."
"He should have gotten his work done on time. Then he could be here with you." Nesta said with displeasure. Making Feyre roll her eyes as she strolled down the stairs with Rhys in tow. "Nesta, you can't pick on Lucien for everything he does."
Nesta's snarl was her only reply and Cassian gently squeezed her knee making her back down. "What's this meeting about?" He asked trying to change the subject.
Amara wondered the same thing as she stood beside Azriel in a corner of the room. His hand very secretly placed on the very low part of her back. Low enough to make her almost squirm under his feather light touch.
Feyre and Rhys sat down, joining them all in the room. The look in their eyes hinted that it might not be the most serious conversation, but important enough for a meeting.
Rhys summoned a small envelope into his hand with a whirl of shadow, opening it up and the grin of Feyre's lips was intriguing.
"Amren's getting married!" Feyre blurted out before Rhys could even pull the invitation from the envelope. They all stared back at her in surprise. Amara, who had never met the small and bitter woman, blinked in shock.
"She's what?" Cassian asked, " I think I heard you wrong."
Rhys shook his head, pulling out the invitation to show them all. "Varian and Amren are marrying this weekend. How he got her to agree to a ceremony I'll never know." He said passing the invitation around the small group of friends.
"You know what this means right?" Mor asked with a smirk. Oh no. "Dress shopping!" She said with a sequel and Elain giggled as she looked down at the invitation. As Amara was handed the invitation she raised a brow as it smelled of the sea.
Feyre smirked as Rhys leaned into her ear, probably telling her his dress preferences. Where he would like to see her skin the most exposed.
"I've never been to a wedding before." Azriel whispered into her ear and she turned back. "Not even Feyre's?"
He shook his head. "They still haven't technically been married yet. That ring and being mates and High fae together seem to be enough for them. But I bet Mor and Feyre have been secretly planning a ceremony behind Rhy's back. But I know he's definitely got his own 'visions' for it." He said with a small chuckle.
The idea of Rhys going crazy over wedding planning made her smile. Being picky over the flowers, running around a store making their wedding registry while Feyre just watched had her choking down a laugh. He probably would design Feyre's wedding dress for her if he was allowed. He'd probably try without her permission anyway.
"Come on girls! Today we are shopping!" Mor said as she stood, already beaming with energy and ready to shop the day away.
Amara looked back at Azriel, slightly wanting him to come along with them. Not because she needed to be around him all the time, but she wanted his opinion. Cherished it and wanted to know what he thought about the dresses she picked.
He seemed to understand what she wanted from the look in her eyes. "I'll hide in shadow." He said quietly and she smiled. "Don't sneak any peaks of me changing." She said quietly making him grin. He lowered his head down to her ear, his breath hot against her ear. "You'd like me to."
Mor walked over to her, the other women in the room huddled into a group and she pulled her over. "Bye boys!" She shouted and they all winnowed out of the room.
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They all appeared on the streets of Velaris and Mor was the first to throw herself into the first dress shop they passed. They all followed, Nesta last in the train of women. The dresses were all shades of colors. A variation of very exposed to very conserved. A look for each of them in the small dress shop.
She knew she might not find the perfect dress in the first shop but that wouldn't stop her from trying on a million different dresses and then loving each other them. Knowing her she would grow attached to almost every dress she tried on, go to the next store and regret not buying one of them.
Amara walked along the racks of dresses. Those of light blue, silver, and a dusty shade of pink and violet calling her name.
Mor of course went for the red dresses. All with one area exposed and some form of sparkle. Feyre seemed to stay with Elain in the dusty colored dresses, helping her sister pick. She knew she'd be joining Mor in picking a dress to tease Rhys to the edge in public.
Nesta wandered, picking out a few dresses that had sleeves and no cutouts. Thought she did look at a few with just spaghetti straps that would hang off of the woman quite nicely.
Amara picked out a few dresses, walking back into the dressing room and began trying them on. A few did not fit right, hugging too tightly to certain areas and not enough in others. A few irritated her skin and one just look dead awful.
She could hear the others giggling, well everyone except Nesta, as they all showed off their dresses and Amara sighed.
"Come on Amara show us yours!" Mor said excitedly and everyone else agreed.
"You should try that one on." A husky voice whispered into her ear and she jumped. Azriel formed out of the shadows, leaning against the wall as she stood in her undergarments staring over at him.
"How long have you been here?" She asked as he scanned her body with his eyes.
"Not long. The boys wanted to search for new suits to wear. I was perfectly find wearing what I had but Rhys said it was outdated." He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Now put that one on, I want to see you in it." He said nodding towards a pure gold dress.
She shrugged, having only pulled it for shits and giggles. She slipped on the dress as it bundled at her feet, a little long without having heels to wear. Then a pair of nude heels appeared in his hand and he handed them to her.
"Aren't you handy." She said slipping on the heels and the dress's length was better. As it hugged her curves, a small portion revealed her ribs in a sheer fabric splayed with gold jewels. She pulled at the straps on her shoulders and looked at him. "What do you think?"
He seemed lost for words as he just stared at her. His eyes didn't once leave her body and then moved up to her face one he had stared long enough. "You look-it's-you-" He stuttered and she giggled softly, her cheeks tinted pink. He sighed walking up to her and kissed her cheek. "You look radiant my dear. Now hurry up before the mob takes you from my arms." He said with a laugh and she pecked his lips.
"You better get home before someone finds you and assumes you are a perv." She smirked and stepped out of the small changing room as he slipped back into shadow.
She walked into the open area with all the dresses where the girls still sat around in the dresses she assumed they were going to buy.
Elain wore a white dress with spaghetti straps. The dress slipping into a pale pink with flowers along the bottom. Feyre wore a blue gown with cascading skirts of chiffon fabric that flowed over her hips, exposing one leg and a nice portion of cleavage at the neckline.
Mor wore a flowy crimson gown, the fabric thin on the skirts revealing both of her legs. Nesta wore a simple deep blue dress, straps and wrapping fabric along her shoulders with dipping neckline revealing cleavage. The most exposed she had ever been.
They all gasped as she walked out in the fold dress, Mor walking up to her with a champagne glass in her hand. "Oh you look stunning!" She said circling her in the dress. "You better buy this." She said, "or I will."
Amara grinned, walking over to a mirror and looked at her reflection. She had never looked so beautiful in her life. The dress was beautiful, hugging her every curve perfectly and a slit revealed one of her legs. It fit her perfectly and Azriel and been right for her to try it on.
"I'm assuming you're all buying the dresses you're wearing?" She asked turning to the group of women as they drank through a whole bottle of champagne. "Of course!" Feyre exclaimed sipping at her glass. She swore she heard a deep rumble, Azriel laughing, behind her.
"All right let's pay for these and get back to the guys." Mor said after finishing the champagne.
They all went and slipped out of the dresses into their regular clothes. All of them secretly wanting to just stay in their dresses and wear them for a little while longer. As they winnowed back to the town home, Rhys and Cassian rushed over wanting to see the dresses.
Nesta refused flatly, denying him other activities if he didn't drop it and they walked to their bedroom.
Feyre simply shook her head, whispering something into his ear making Rhys smirk.
Azriel walked up to her, pressing a kiss to her brow. "I suppose you'd like to see it again?" She asked looking up at him.
"For now, I'd prefer to see you with nothing on." He purred into her ear and she blushed.
"I think you enjoyed seeing me changing far too much Spymaster." She said with a grin, starting to walk back to their bedroom down the hall. The dress hanging over her arm, concealed in a bag. "You were there much longer than you told me weren't you?"
Azriel followed behind her, Elain saying goodbyes to go see Lucien as they retreated down the hall. "I may have stayed a little longer than I let on."
His hand reached up and lightly spanked her butt though her tight pants. Making the discomfort between her legs return from earlier that morning.
Amara smirked walking into the bedroom and laid the dress along the couch. She turned back to him, slowly undoing the laces that concealed her cleavage in the shirt she wore. "Would you like to watch me undress again?" She asked innocently walking backwards towards the bedroom.
A growl slipped from Azriel's lips. He locked the room door, swiftly moving over to wear she stood in front of the bedroom door. He gripped her hips and pressed her back against the door with a thud. Seeing him rough made her excited and she wondered just how kinky the quiet spymaster was.
"This time," He growled pressing himself against her, "I'll be undressing you."
(The girls dresses.
Nesta: https://cdn.lulus.com/images/product/large/117034.jpg
Mor: https://img.promgirl.com/_img/PGPRODUCTS/1628571/320/wine-dress-LUX-LD3449-a.jpg
Feyre: http://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g1-M01-24-65-rBVaGFXMPdqAIgd3AAGGNgb8L8A340.jpg/Paolo%20Sebastian%20evening%20Prom%20dresses%202015%20Off%20Shoulder%20Long%20Sleeves%20A%20Line%20Gray%20Sexy%20High%20Side%20Slit%20Party%20Evening%20Dresses%202016.jpg
Elain: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/59/a7/fe/59a7feff8f1fe4eeee778b8829c8b24d.jpg
Amara: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3e/07/36/3e073638bcf322e98e18e4fc402e2bfb–mermaid-evening-dresses-sexy-evening-dress.jpg )
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A ShadowSingers Love
Fanfiction*******SPOILERS****** Takes place after ACOWAR The war with Hybern has ended and the world of Prythian has finally calmed and found peace. The Night Court has ruled with its High Lord and Lady, and the inner circle. After choosing Lucien, the Lord o...
