Will & Tessa \ Wessa

Meetings and Tenderness

{The Story Below is Rated M for Mature, and Contains Sexual Content Not Suitable for Underage Readers!}

Will Herondale watched Tessa Gray conduct the meeting.

He sat deep in his chair, stretched out, his body relaxed and taut with relaxation, a stillness being filled slowly with the violence of future movement.

His blue eyes never left Tessa.

He was incredibly proud of her for hosting the event at the Institute, the way she had taken charge, strong and not at all intimidated by centuries of prejudice and hard laws. She had put together a dinner after the meeting, a lush spread no one could criticize.

Members of the Clave approached her, and Will watched them speak to her. They were cordial enough, but the warmth never reached their eyes, the constant suspicion of his Shadowhunter warlock wife remained, and it angered Will.

Some Clave members glanced at Will Herondale as if for praise, any acknowledgement from him that they had passed the unwritten test by conversing with his wife without openly insulting her to her face. Their restraint, they believed, deserved his appreciation.

But Will's handsome face was cold and his expression hard.

He saw them.

It would have been better if he didn't.

His anger coursed through him relentlessly.

With their children away with his sister Cecily he had no excuse to leave the event earlier than he would have liked. He missed his children; James had only just started talking but he was assertive and able to express his wishes. Lucie was crawling now, quick and curious, and keeping up with the two of them was more than a joy for Will.

He missed them.

Will run a hand through his hair; he felt the minutes passing, felt time as a heavy thing in the room, the only light in the grand hall in all regards was Tessa. She glanced at him now and again, smiling, her cheeks flushing slightly every time they made eye contact. Will would smile back reassuringly.

Eventually, as the last guest was saying goodnight he took his own leave and made his way to their bedroom. He shucked off his jacket and shirt and boots, picking up his children's stray scattered toys and tossing them into an armchair.

When Tessa came in he was trying to reattach a Victorian dolls head to its body but to no avail. He wondered which of the two children had dismembered the doll, a thoughtful gift from Gideon and Sophie.

Tessa wore a black dress, simple, buttons on the front, the collar turned up and she smiled at him and took their daughter's doll from him. "You didn't have a good time tonight?"

Will run both hands through his hair, "No. Was it that obvious?"

Tessa raised her arms and removed a few pins from her hair. "I know your face, Will Herondale." Her smile broadened.

Will stood looking at her. "But you were a success."

"I believe they kept expecting me to shoot fire out of my eyes or something."

"The next party." Will smiled.

She moved to him, leaning up to kiss him, "WE were a success."

He gazed at her, "You're being kind."

She brushed his hair back with the tips of her fingers. "No."

Tessa pushed him back gently towards their bed, her hand on his bare chest, and Will went easily as she pushed him onto his back.  She gathered up the skirts of her gown and maneuvered herself onto the bed and straddled Will.

Tessa leaned over him, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders to frame her beautiful face. "We should do it again soon."

Will looked up at her.  He placed his hands on her waist and shifted slightly underneath her so she settled comfortably on him, her thighs pressed against his. "I would let our children loose on them."

"They would throw us out of the Institute."

Tessa run her hands over the muscles of his chest and stomach and he leaned up to kiss her. His mouth was on hers, his tongue finding hers, and she tasted sweet.  They savored the taste of each other, slowly and sensually the kiss deepened and became heady.

Tessa's skin was warm and Will traced his lips slowly from her neck to her breasts.  He felt her start to tremble with need, her breathing becoming heavier. Her grip on him stronger. She could hardly breath with the feel of his lips on her.  She wanted his mouth everywhere on her.  She wanted hers everywhere on him.

The rustle of the material of her dress sounded distant in her ears as Will pushed it further up her thighs.  He gripped her suddenly, feeling resistance in the fabric, and she heard the loud tear as he ripped the dress completely, sweeping it over her head and tossing it aside in frustration.

Tessa watched the ripple of muscle in his arm with the movement, noticed his blue eyes burning with desire as he undressed her.

Will murmured something but Tessa's mouth was on his again, more desperate than before, unrestrained.

Will, he took his time so that every caress and kiss was intense pleasure and yearning; fuel to a fire that was ready to explode.

He grazed her skin with the tips of his fingers trailing fire and light across her body till he found his way between her legs so that Tessa gasped.  She whispered yes and he eased into her – she moaned softly with pleasure – his fingers exploring her, touching, rubbing gently as she moved slowly against his hand, murmuring his name.

Will kissed and sucked at her breasts, the sweet softness of her was maddening, his thoughts became incoherent.  He moved his fingers deeper and Tessa jerked in response.  He felt her muscles tighten and he removed his hand, rolling her over.

Tessa felt the shape of his body imprinted into her skin, the heat of him, his shoulder blades under her fingers, his mouth on hers, a surrender from each of them fierce and intense as he found his rhythm inside her.

The pleasure she felt came in stunning shivers.  Her sharp moan shook her shoulders. Her legs wrapped around him stiffened and her nails sank into his skin. Tessa gave herself over to him completely and with unbridled abandon let her joy run free. 

They moved together as one, the rhythm building, the pleasure rising to a pinnacle.

Tessa gasped again, the cry filling the room.  It seemed to last an eternity, almost too much to endure.

"Will."  His name tore from her throat as her body arched beneath him.

She felt love and pleasure and him, all of him filling her up.  Over and over again he filled her up, until the dawn softly lit up the English sky.

Tessa lay tucked against Will afterward, his arms wrapped around her, his nose in her hair. His breathing was steady, and she knew he was asleep.

Tessa listened to him, as always assured by the sound, assured by his arms around her, she pressed closer to him if that were possible and she closed her eyes.

Their breathing synced as Tessa finally fell asleep, the ghost of a smile on her lips.