A Court of Light and Darkness

Ten: Azriel

"You're leaving your left side open. You have to cover both side while you strike." Azriel and Freesia were facing each other on the sparring mat. After about two weeks of weight training, Freesia had gained some muscle and didn't look as thin anymore.

They had started hand to hand combat today, Freesia saying she used to be quite good at the skill. She didn't know how good Azriel was, though.

He had discarded his shirt a while back, his skin now gleaming with sweat. Azriel could swear he saw Freesia scanning over his body, then catching her action and focusing back on his face with a shake of her head.

He didn't have much room to talk, though, as he grazed his eyes over Freesia's body, taking in the newly found curves of her toned form. She wore sweat pants this morning and had started off with a sleeveless tank top, but was now only in a skin tight cloth that covered her chest. Her sweats hung low on her waist, showing off her hip bones.

The frustration in her face only made Azriel's amusement grow as she swung her fist with an attempt to hit Azriels right side. He grabbed her wrist easily, spinning her around and pinning her back to his chest. His other hand found her free wrist and pinned it to her side.

Azriel leaned down to put his mouth to her ear. "I thought you said you were good at this." He whispered, his lips grazing her skin.

"It's been a while." She whispered back, turning her head enough to meet his eyes, her mouth now a hairs breath from his own. The smirk on her face was enough for him to know she didn't really mind her defeat at the moment.

"Perhaps we should start from scratch. Show you the basics first." Azriel smirked, before releasing Freesia's wrists to brace his fingers on her hips instead, bringing her body closer to his. Freesia sucked in a breath, her eyes fluttering slightly.

"You have to keep your body lose. Let your senses open up and guide your movements." His hands were traveling over her body now. Lifting her arms above her head, then dragging his fingers down to her hips and back up. He could feel her pleasure and his own radiating off of them, intertwining with one another.

His lips found her ear again, his teeth grazing the skin, sending a shudder down her body. "Can you feel your surroundings?" Freesia's only reply was a low growl from her throat. Azriel chuckled, softly.

Azriel's hands stopped on Freesia's hips, rubbing small circles into the skin right above her pant line. His mouth was still by her ear, his breath heavy on her skin.

Before Azriel could comprehend her movement, Freesia had flipped around in his arms, sweeping her leg behind his ankles and knocking his feet from under him. His back hit the ground, knocking the air from his lungs as Freesia came down on top of him, her forearm bracing across his chest, her other hand placed by his head.

She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear as her breath tickling his skin. "Told you I was good." She whispered, an amusement filled smirk on her face.

"You sin-ful, charming thing." Azriel chuckled, his face only inches from hers. Her answering smile only made his skin heat more.

His hand came up to her face, cupping her soft cheek. She didn't flinch at his touch. Never was scared at the thought of his skin on hers. But when other men touched her, such as Cass or Rhys, she would repel at the contact.

She leaned into his touch, her smile fading as a hunger grew into her eyes. She leaned down, angling her mouth to be over his. And slowly, so painfully slowly, she lowered her lips to his.

A brush of their lips was all it took for Azriel's heart to explode. His happiness and love towards the female on top of him lurched out of his pores. His other hand found her other cheek, bringing her lips further onto his, deepening the kiss.

His fingers found her hips and stayed there, her own laced into his hair. He opened his side of the bond completely, letting Freesia in to the deepest part of himself. She pulled away too soon, breathless.

Her cheeks were stained red and a spark was lit in her eyes.

Beautiful. Azriel thought.

"We- should probably get back. Before Mor comes looking and sees me straddling you." Freesia breathed, a faint smirk on her face.

She was up in a flash, Azriel on her tail.

As they walked towards the door to the House, Azriel couldn't help but have an endless pit in his stomach. Like this happiness he had finally had, was going to end soon. Azriel shook off the feeling, putting it to the back of his mind to deal with later.

They walked into the dining room, belly's empty and grumbling, to find Mor, Feyre, and Rhys seated at the table. That's not what made him stop short in his steps, though. What made him fumble and step in front of Freesia in a protective stance, was the sight of Eris, Freesia's brother, sitting comfortably at the seat across from his family.

"What the hell is this." Azriel spat, glaring harshly at the male smirking back.

"Hello, sister." Eris purred, his eyes locked onto the female frozen in fear, her eyes wide as they filled with tears.