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Your writing is soooo delicious <3 is there any chance you could write a little something about Azriel and if his mate was a virgin? And maybe she’s a bit embarrassed? If not that’s totally ok! Have a good day!

{Delicate} Reader x Azriel

Now, I know I've been gone for a while. But I always make my return. I'm very much excited to sit at my desk and do no actual work and write this instead. So soft, so fluffy, so steamy. Yearning Azriel just does something to me. You'll see. Mwah!!

Word Count: 5,381

Warnings: Smut, fluff, female reader, innocence kink, praise kink, just a liiiitttlleee teasing and humiliation, hint of possession, unprotected sex, Ally being a tad rusty at writing (gulp😅)

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Summary: Azriel is observant. Too observant. You let him touch you, caress you... a few kisses here and there. Nothing more. He knows you're hiding something from him. He's had enough. He wants to know, he has to know.

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AZRIEL POV:

“Can I ask you a question?”

Yn flicks her head, eyes scanning my face. So full of life, so full of light. “Sure.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Perhaps it was my tone in which the words were delivered, or the words themself, but she jumped. Yn flushed from the tips of her ears all the way down her chest.

“Nothing is wrong, my love,” she quipped. “Why do you think something is wrong?”

I shrugged and leaned back against the kitchen counter. Arms crossed. Head tilted to the right. “Don’t lie to me, Yn.”

Her mouth pressed together as she turned back to the cutting board. “I-I’m not lying.”

I push off the counter, letting her feel my steps coming towards her. My hands press against the stone beside her board and I duck my chin down to her shoulder, lips close to her ear. “Really?”

I watched her blink and then quiver. “I’m not.”

“Wanna try that again, flower?”

She huffed and turned around. Boxed in by my arms. I relish the way she has to look up at me. “What is your problem?”

“I’m gonna say something, and it’s going to make me sound like an asshole. But, I need you to let me explain, will you give me that grace?”

Her eyes widen, but she nods.

“You have not let me touch you. Once. It's been nearly seven months my dear, and the most you’ve allowed me to do is askance touches. It is far from a secret how much I desire you. And, of course, it is not all I desire from you. I just wish to know if there is something keeping you hesitant. From before we met. I feel as if we are open and honest, yet this… doesn’t feel candor. I want to be able to touch my mate. To bed you as we please. To worship you the way you deserve to be. But I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what is keeping you from allowing me to do those things.”

I watch a tear prickle her eye. Fear and anger ripple through me with reckless abandon.

“I-”

“Who did it?”

“Huh?” Yn says, “no-no it’s not-”

“Don’t you say it’s nothing,” I snapped. I have to willfully calm my hands before I put them on her cheeks. “Who did it, baby? Who hurt you?”

“Azriel it's nothing like- calm down. Please, it’s not what-”

“Yn, sweetheart, I promise I will find whoever hurt you and shred them beyond recognition. Just tell me, just give me a name, where it happened, anything. I’ll make them-”

“Caldron boil me, Azriel! Just shut the fuck up for two seconds!” She screamed, pushing me off of her. The way her chest rose rapidly, her eyes blinked, her skin an even deeper shade of red. “Gods above nothing happened.”

“What do you mean nothing happened?”

Yn breathes, and I send two shadows to curl around the palm of her hands. Nice and cool to ground her. I can see the endless stream of words form, brew, and strike her tongue. But there is no thunder. No sound.

“My flower,” I pull a stool from the island and sit, able to be on her level. I reach out my palm, inviting her into my space if she wants it. She doesn’t take it. “How could nothing have happened?”

She swallows hard, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Picking her nails. “I mean… nothing has happened. Ever.”

What?

“Yn, what-”

“I’m a virgin, Az. Okay? There, I said it. I’ve never had sex before. I’ve never been touched or kissed or… or held before you came along. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced and I know you want to give it to me and I have no idea how to receive it because you make me so nervous, and I know you shouldn’t because you’re my mate. But you’re so much bigger than I am and I don’t want it to hurt because my sister told me it can and I don’t know how to make it not hurt and I just want-”

“Woah woah woah, take a deep breath baby.”

As if it were my own, her lungs expand and contract with breath.

“Good,” I step into her space. “Can you look at me?”

She does for a moment before darting away. It takes a moment–one that I don’t push–before her gaze returns.

“Now, Yn, why have you been so afraid to tell me? Do you think I would judge you?” Her eyes wander– “Ah ah, look at me, flower. Why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing,” she whines. “I don’t know.”

“Yn, it’s not embarrassing.”

“Yes, it is,” she shakes her head, wiping the tear from her cheek. “It’s stupid that I’ve never had sex. Trust me I’ve wanted to. I just get shy and I don’t know how to formulate any words and-”

“Please, baby, let me help you.”

I can feel the walls she is building up with how she crosses her arms over her chest. “But what if-”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”

“Yes I do.”

“How?”

“Because I’m your mate. And even if I wasn’t, it’s written all over your face. You’re not going to be terrible.” That blush turns purple. It makes it a little harder to focus. Warmth floods every inch of my body when she licks her lips and looks at me head to toe. “Let me help you. You deserve it all baby.”

Please say yes, please say yes.

“Can you-” she breathes in, and then out. “You’ll be gentle?”

My heart cracks in my chest. I’m almost buckled to the ground. “My love, I would never, ever, hurt you. Even seeing you worked up over this conversation is making me sick to my stomach. I promise I’ll take such good care of you, let me do this for you.”

Yn chews on her lip and I hate how many times I’ve imagined doing it myself. I wonder if she can feel my need like I can feel hers.

“Okay.”

“Okay? You’re up for it?”

She nods her head, “yeah.”

I smile and move to stand in front of her. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words. And, I promise, I’ll walk you through everything. I will never do something without asking first. If it ever gets too much, you tell me to stop. We don’t have to go all the way if you don’t-”

“I want to, I just need to stop being a little baby about it. I’m a grown woman. I want to have sex and I want to do it with you.”

My smile becomes a smirk. “Let's go to bed, then.”

Our fingers lace between one another, and I lead her up the stairs. The carpet runner on the wood floor pads our steps, dampens the creaking as we make our way down the hall. Our scent hits me like a wall as I open the door and shut it softly behind us.

It’s happening. I’m not sure I’ve been so equally nervous and excited. My mouth waters.

“Now, would you like me to help lead you or just make decisions for you?” I ask, tugging her towards the bed. Her heart is thundering in her chest.

“Uhh, I’m not really sure.”

I chuckle. “I promise I’m not laughing at you. You just have no idea how adorable you truly are, my flower.”

My finger tucks under her chin as I guide her lips to mine. I wait for her to pull away, but she doesn’t. My good, good girl. I pull her closer to me, finally getting a taste of her for the first time. She’s so sweet. So soft and supple. My tongue is so delicate when it touches her lip. I open my eyes and watch her face. She has her eyes closed… She looks so perfect.

Her fingers tighten in my shirt. Her scent is thick in my head. Dizzy… Drowning…

I can’t help the desperate noise that slips through my teeth when she flicks her tongue against mine.

Don’t go too far too quickly, Az. Control. Restraint.

Despite my primal instincts telling me no, I pull away and rest my forehead against hers. “Sit on the bed for me, flower.”

Yn is quick to tuck herself up against the pillows. She fiddles with a thread on the comforter. I stand next to her, too aware of how far away she is.

“Do you want to watch or help me get undressed?” I ask, fingers tingling with need.

Yn folds her legs. She shrugs. “Can I watch?”

“Of course, baby girl.” My thumb hooks under the buckle of my belt. The sound of it pulling through the loops singes my ears. It is so quiet. I can taste the tension.

I pop the button and pull down the zipper. She is watching so intently. It’s not the first time she's seen me get undressed, but it is with this new intention. It sends my shadows rippling across my back and down my wings.

“What do you want me to take off first?” She immediately tenses. “It’s okay baby. This is your fantasy, it’s whatever you want it to be. You’re in control.”

She closes her eyes for a brief moment, sighing out sharply. Her gaze is focused when it lands on me again.

Stop being afraid, I hear her say down the bond. I show no expression; was it meant to be shared or was it an accident?

Doesn’t matter to me.

“Shirt.”

I grin. I make it painful for her. Maybe her endless teases and taunts haven’t been intentional, but it doesn’t mean it hasn’t had any effects. A little payback is okay in my books. The shirt tugs up and over my torso. It takes an extra second to tuck my wings in and out around the slits in the back. I let it fall from my fingers to the floor. I don't rush her as she looks at me.

“What next, my flower?”

The way her tongue scrapes the inside of her cheek… I hope she is writing my name in her gums. Wishing it was me she was tasting. My saliva instead of her own. If I could just grab her face and squeeze her mouth open and drool…

“Pants.”

“Say please,” I cock my head, daring her.

She blinks, “Please?”

Oh. oh good gods…

I take them down slowly. Dragging them down my thighs, taking my time to fold them neatly, letting her imagination run wild. “Only one more piece left, Yn. You're doing so good. Why don’t you come and take it off yourself.”

Her eyes widened. “Can I?”

“Baby, you could do anything you wanted to me and I’d say thank you. Are you enjoying watching?”

She nods her head yes, a small smile on her lips. “Mhm.”

“Good,” I smile, brushing some hair behind her ear when she gets close to me. “Can I take your hands?”

She places her palms in mine. I lay them flat against my chest, letting her feel my heart beating. They are slightly cold, it raises the bumps on my flesh. I drag them down my stomach, letting her fingers catch every ridge in every muscle. Her breathing picks up.

I curl her fingers in the waistband of my briefs. “Look, Yn. Look at what you’ve been doing to me… Gods I can barely stand it. You have no fucking clue what its been like… so sweet…so innocent… take your fingers and pull them down. You can touch me wherever you like, baby.”

She’s so tense. I’m so proud of her for doing this. She deserves everything I’m going to make her feel soon. She's being so brave.

“Good girl, Yn. Just like that. Keep going, nice and slow.”

My cock is aching. I’ve never been so hard. Her nails graze me ever so slightly. Like the tip of a talon, of a razor sharp blade. It excites me beyond compare. Yn works them down my thighs, and I catch the look she sneaks.

“I know it looks scary baby, but I promise it’s gonna feel so good. Your turn.”

“M-Me?”

I chuckle, “Yes, my flower. You can either do it yourself or I can do it for you. What will it be?”

My pretty girl turns red again. I can’t quite understand how she has remained untouched for so many decades. I suppose that means she is all mine… will only be… has only ever been touched by me. Kissed. Fucked… All. Mine.

She rips off her shirt, no finesse or grace, in a pile on the floor to be forgotten about. Same with her pants and undergarments. Her skin is so smooth. Pliable beneath my palms. I want to bite and lick and kiss and scratch and bruise it all.

Focus. Don’t scare her.

“That was quick,” I smiled. Yn shrugged and kept quiet. “Would you like to keep going?”

I get a nod, but I can tell she's nervous. “I do.”

“Good. You’re doing so good, darling.” I kiss her forehead, admiring every bit of her. We lock eyes, only for a brief moment. I’m probably intimidating her.

I kneel.

I watch her face, but keep quiet. Listening to her body language. I rest my hands on her waist, gently stroking her skin with my thumbs. Her eyes look so helpless… I can’t fucking stand it. I just have to kiss her. My mouth presses just above her belly button. The breath leaves my chest, a particularly needy whine I hope she finds desperate enough to want to touch me. I need her hands on me.

I feel her hands slide into my hair. She tugs just enough to hurt and it takes considerable effort to not fall to the side.

“You are so pretty, baby. It’s so hard to control myself,” I say, my grip on her tightening. The indentations of my fingers in her skin is holding me hostage. They way her body conforms to mine, how it responds to my touch…

I keep kissing her. It’s the only thing I can do.

My tongue slides up her side and I can feel her shake against my mouth. “Doing okay, baby?”

I look up and she has her eyes closed, mouth parted open. “Mhm, it feels nice.” She smiles and caresses my face. “Keep going, please.”

“As you wish, my flower,” I smirk, standing up. “Come sit in my lap.”

I crawl onto our bed and sit with my back flush against the pillows. Her knees straddle mine, and I have to ease her down onto my thighs. “Just like that, Yn. It’s alright. Good good job, baby. Still feeling okay?”

“It makes me more nervous when you ask all the time. Like I'm being pulled out of the moment. I appreciate the check in, and thank you for caring about me. I will tell you if I don’t like something, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I shot her a wink and received one in return.

I lean up to catch her lips, and this time she is not shy. Our mouths tangle, and she wastes no time getting comfortable. Arms around my neck, thighs squeezing mine. I sink into the way she doesn’t pull away from me when I prod her mouth open.

This is how things have always been meant to be. She follows me, copying what I’m doing. She even gets a little bold and pulls my lip between her teeth. Just a gentle tug, but it goes straight through my stomach in between my legs.

“Oh, I see how it is,” I whisper against her mouth.

She giggles and kisses me again. “This is fun.”

“I’m so glad, baby.”

I let her take her time. I’ve gathered that she loves playing with my hair. It’s a good thing the inky black strands look good curled around her fingers. My hands roam all over; her legs, up her sides and down her back. I test the waters with my nails. Yn recoils into me, gasping. I soothe the ache with my palms, cooing her and kissing her neck.

She grinds into my thigh.

“Aww baby, did that feel good?”

“Yes, Az,” she nods, voice light and airy.

Guiding her hips, I push them back and forth across my lap. “Good girl, Yn. Just like that, baby. Give me your hand.”

Yn places her fingers in mine, and I wrap them around my aching cock. She fumbles out unintelligible words, then quiets down. Gently, I have her stroke up and down. My heart is in my throat. I can barely breathe. This exact moment has been imagined so many times in my head, and it could not be any sweeter.

“Oh… Gods, Yn,” I sigh.

“Is it okay?” She asks, letting the pad of her thumb circle the tip. Spots dance in my vision.

“Mhmmmm,” I hum, letting my head lull back. “Please don’t stop.”

Up and down… up and down… so slowly. It’s torture. Yet genuine, unadulterated bliss. The shadows sizzle around us, cocooning our bodies in a blanket of darkness. She looks divine encased in my entity. Her hands drape over my shoulders, and the tip of her fingers craze my wing. I jolt and whine out louder than intended.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

“No no,” I heave, swallowing despite the lack of moisture coating my tongue. “Quite the opposite, baby. Just wasn’t expecting it. They’re very… sensitive.”

“Oh,” she nods. “I’ll be more careful.”

“No need. I’ll just make sure I get compensation.” I ease my thumbs towards the inside of her thighs, sweeping them across the plush skin. She watches as I caress towards her warmth. I can see how wet she is.

“Aww, baby. Do you want me to touch you that badly?”

Yn nods, scraping her nails down my neck. “Yes. Please.”

“I didn’t even have to remind you to use your manners. What a good girl.”

Yn throws her head back as I touch her core. When I imagined this moment, many, many times, I always knew it would be intimate. This, however, feels almost confidential. I am no stranger to the way Rhys and Cassian have talked about their personal lives. Perhaps they’ve been a little too cavalier. I could never imagine telling them these sickly sweet details. They must be kept safe, all to myself.

Yn shivers and bucks her core into my hand. “More.”

“Anything.”

Using my wings for leverage, I flip her over, spreading her knees nice and wide for my hips to fit in. I crawl down and waste not a second diving my tongue in. Her thighs immediately clamp around my ears. Gently, but with pressure, I push them flat.

“Oh my gods, Azriel,” she heaves.

I use the broad, flat expanse of my tongue to warm her up. I know she's sensitive. I don’t want it to hurt. Judging by the way she grinds against it, I’ll go ahead and assume that she’s enjoying it thus far.

Yn threads her fingers in my hair, again, and tugs. Hard. I groan against her, licking directly on her clit. Chills spread across her stomach, and they echo down my back. She must really let herself relax because the bond floods with pleasure. I have to grind my dick into the bed just to get some relief. How am I going to survive this?

I peek up at my love, pleased to find her watching me. Her lips are puffy and red, and her eyes are heavy lidded. It only makes me want to give her more.

I pause for a moment, memorizing the taste of her in my mouth. “Do you want me to make you cum now or on my cock, Yn?”

My baby freezes. Like a moth drawn to a flame, completely encapsulated. “I- I umm… I don’t really know?”

My fingers stroke up and down her thighs. “That’s okay. You like the way my mouth feels?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Please.”

“Bleeding hells, baby,” I whisper, crawling up her body. “Kiss me.”

She does without a second thought. The gasp she releases into my mouth feels like a bucket of cold water.

“You like the way you taste? So do I. So perfect, so rich and healthy,” the words flow through me. Only when it comes to Yn do I get this vocal. This woman has brought me so far out of my shell. I can’t believe I had to wait so long before becoming this version. I only have her to thank. “I’ll keep going. Can I ask you another question?”

“Mhmm,” Yn hums.

“Do you touch yourself? When I’m not here? Don’t feel ashamed if you do. I just want to know if you know what it feels like.” It is hard watching her battle with her thoughts. She’s so flustered, and, I hate to admit it, it’s so fucking hot.

I get a nod in response. “I know what it feels like.”

“Then let that feeling guide you, my flower. You can cum whenever you want.”

My hypothesis is that if I don’t give her time to stew in her head, she’ll let go and get comfortable quicker. My tongue laps over and over again against her soft pink skin. Tension releases from Yn’s body as she molds into the mattress. It bleeds down the bond and I’m able to focus on the only thing that matters.

The shadows leech out in every direction, cloaking the bed in darkness. They are restless. Desiring a task. I let them coast along her skin. I get so much information from them. How warm she is, the muscle twitches and aches. Or how when I use too much teeth and she flinches away. By the time I soothe my error, she’s calmed and settled.

I curl my fingers and dig into her skin, making her cry out.

“Too much?” I ask?

“No, no please don’t stop, I’m close,” she babbles, tossing her head back and arching into me.

I push my tongue flat and shake my head back and forth, adding just enough pressure. A well balanced line between too much and not enough, and I know, with time, that that line will become clearer. And I will be able to bend her to my will as I please.

I press my elbows into her legs, keeping them still as she squirms uncontrollably. I smile against her cunt. She's taking me so well. Her hips grind against my face, and I try to follow where she wants me.

“Oh my gods right there right there right there,” she murmurs. I feel her clench her stomach. Her breath is hard, short bursts. When she lets go, Yn goes rigid and locks her legs around my head, forcing me to keep going. As if I would stop. I lap gently, bringing her back down at a steady pace. When she goes completely lax against the bed, I stop, pressing a few kisses to her tummy.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Mhmmmmm,” she coos, eyes closed. Completely sprawled out. “Thank you.”

“Of course baby. Anything for you.”

I rubbed up and down her back when she rolled over on her side, I moved hair out of her face. Her cheeks are bright pink, lips still red and puffy. I wish I could’ve seen her biting them. Next time.

I can’t help but fist myself and stroke.

After a few moments, she peaks an eye open. “Welcome back.”

I get an eye roll. “Need help with that?”

My eyebrows go up. “I’d love some.”

Yn sits up and takes over, doing to me what I did for her. Soft and gentle tugs, and light kisses on my stomach. It’s an effort to remain standing, all of the muscle I’ve acquired over the decades does little to keep me from melting into the fucking floor.

I watch her look from my cock to up at me. Her mouth is so warm, even just her hesitant breathing before her tongue touches my skin. My noises are embarrassing. Needy whines.

“What a good girl, Yn,” I smile, collecting the length of her hair in my palm. It's just a few licks, but I can tell she’s nervous. “Come here.”

Yn kneels on the bed so she is at my level. Well, more my level. “Yes?”

“We’ll work up to it,” I explain. “I can feel you’re nervous. No need to push anything. Lay down.”

With her back against the pillows, I have her spread her legs, and I take the time to kiss all over. Across her chest… up her neck… I bite her ear. I capture her lips and hope she likes the taste of herself as much as I do.

When I pull away, I keep her eyes. “Are you ready?”

“You’re gonna go slow, right?”

“Of course, my flower,” I thumb her cheek. “You have to tell me if I need to stop, okay? Or if something doesn’t feel right, I need to know. I don’t want to hurt you. I will go at your pace.”

“What do I need to do?”

“Nothing, pretty girl,” I smile. “Just relax and enjoy.”

She smiles. I can’t help but kiss her. It’s so wonderful.

I place a pillow under her hips to make it as comfortable as possible. I just look at her spread out before me. Tits plump and bouncing with every shift on the bed. Her hair is splayed out around her.

She looks like a goddess. I know she’s going to feel like one too.

I line myself up. My heart is racing so fast. This is not a process that can be rushed. I know it won’t be pleasurable at first. Distant, in the back of my mind I worry if she will feel any pleasure from this at all. I start small. I keep a close eye on her face. One hint of pain and I will rescind.

Yn’s eyes are closed, but her face isn’t contorted in pain. I push a little more, finally able to feel more warmth. It wraps around me. She's so soft. And so, so, so wet. The arousal hits me in my throat. The slight sweat I worked up earlier cools the back of my neck, but prickles my scalp.

I push a little more. Yn shifts slightly, but doesn’t make any noises. It takes a few minutes, but eventually, I’m seated all the way inside her. I had a feeling she would be tighter, but it feels like it should be hurting her.

“You’re okay, baby?” I ask, just to be sure.

“Yes, Azriel,” she sighs. “Are you okay?”

I chuckle. “I’m not quite sure.”

She leans up and kisses me. “I love you.”

My heart soars. “I love you, too. So so much.”

With my hands planted on either side of her, I pull out. I’m not sure I’ve been so aware of my body before. Even when learning how to fly, I needed severe effort on my spatial awareness at every waking moment. This is somehow an even more desperate attempt at attention. I want to lose myself in her, in her body. And I have to fight every single urge. They want to pull me in a thousand directions and I cannot follow a single instinct.

Yn lets loose a soft sigh, adjusting slightly before fully relaxing into the sheets. “Feels good, Az.”

“Good, good,” I nod, kissing her neck.

I move a little more, careful not to push too deep. I get to a steady pace and lean down to my elbows, using my knees to support more weight. My wings aid in the effort as well, splayed out, casting shadows over our bodies.

“This feels… fuck me, Yn…” I can’t believe I’m at a loss for words. I always have something to say when it comes to my Yn.

This will be over so quickly. Yn scoots a little closer and I feel her legs drape across my lower back.

“Woah, baby I don't know if–”

“I’m okay, honey,” she kisses my cheek. “Your arms are shaking, you can take what you need. It feels good.”

She must notice the way my eyes glaze over because a look of wonder crosses her features. I grab her waist and thrust. Not too hard, but harder than I had been. I do it a few times, realize she is okay, and forget about my worries. I trust her. I know she will stop me if something isn’t right.

She wants me to feel good.

She wanted to make me feel good.

What a woman.

Our bodies rock together, and the bed along with it. She holds on, her nails digging into my back as I drive into her.

Between breaths, “My gods, baby. You’re so good at taking me, you’re doing such a good job.”

“Azriel,” she moans. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Oh, oh fuck Yn,” I tuck my head down, drawing her nipple into my mouth. She cries when I bite down. The first mark on her skin from my mouth. Definitely not the last, by any means. Everyone will know she is mine. Has only ever been mine.

I can feel my release building. My hips fumble to keep steady, but she keeps drawing me back in, meeting my thrusts. She scrubs her nails into my hair, tilting my head.

“Go on baby, fill me up.”

It's deep in my chest, the noise that tears through me. I can only manage a few more conscious thrusts before my body chases the release. I grind into her, making her squeal, and cum harder than I ever have before. Black spots dance behind my eyelids. I didn’t realize I was biting her until she shoved my head away. I lap at the sore indentations of my teeth, pathetically thrusting into her at the same time.

“Holy fuck, Yn,” I gasp for a breath. “Gods above… What have you just done to me?”

She giggles, kissing my temple. “I should be the one asking that question.”

I relax onto her, wings dropping and blanketing us. She soothes my arms, kneading the muscle. I could fall asleep. Before we get cozy, I pull out and admire the mess I’ve made. It dribbles out of her onto the sheet. It shouldn’t be so appealing, so intense. And it definitely shouldn’t make my cock twitch.

“Are you feeling good?” She yawns, stretches, and curls a pillow against her face. “I’ll take that as a yes. Don’t get too comfy. We need to get cleaned up, baby.”

“Mmmmmnoooooo,” she grumbles, trying to tug the blanket up before I snatch it away.

“Nope, come with me. We’re taking a bath. Lets go,” I grab her ankle and pull. She comes easily after that.

The large basin is full of warm water, and the candles are lit in an instant. I help her in, grinning at how shaky her legs are. It shouldn’t feel like such an accomplishment. I nestle behind her, chest fluttering when she nestles into my shoulder.

I take the sponge and drizzle on some soap. I scrub all over her, taking the opportunity to learn every freckle, every line, ever curve and dip. It is incomprehensible how soft her skin is. I almost feel bad for touching her with my hands; calloused, worn and marred with scars.

Something that she has always done is kiss them, my hands. It is touching in a way I can’t describe. Makes me feel… whole. Not less for being imperfect. She saw I was worthy of her love, and it’s something I will never take for granted.

“I love you more than life,” I whisper against her hair.

“I love you more than the stars,” she says.

“More than Bramble?” Her stuffed piglet toy.

“Know your limits, bat,” she pokes my side, and I feign furry. I splash her, and she splashes me.

We laugh, we splash around, and we kiss. We kiss and kiss and kiss. And everything is perfect.

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