Curious, so very curious
summary: azriel and gwyn. so many almosts
Azriel couldn’t sense her. He could sense everyone. It wasn’t until her intoxicating scent infiltrated his nose did he know she was coming.
Her steps were silent.
“Shadowsinger.”
Azriel didn’t look at her, instead he just pointed at the mat. “You wanted to go over hand-to-hand combat?” He smirked as he turned to face her, just the slightest twitch of his lip, knowing it would infuriate her. “Get on the mat.”
“Someone’s in a mood today” Gwyn laughed at him while she took off her priestess robe.
His gaze snagged on the silk as it slid down her shoulder, her bare skin covered in tiny freckles. He wanted his mouth on every single one. The image intruded his thoughts before he was able to regain control of his mind. “Get on the mat.” He repeated, bored, uninterested in her antics even as his eyes glinted with challenge.
Gwyn just laughed again and walked to the training ring curling her hands into fists and getting into her stance.
They circled around each other, each daring the other to make the first move. Like hell was he gonna give in first.
He watched the shift in her hips and knew she was about to go on the offensive. Gwyn faked right, and went straight for his weaker side. Azriel sidestepped her avoiding her advances as she continued to push him back.
Gwyn’s eyes narrowed with determination, “do not take it easy on me.”
His lips twitched, “wouldn’t dream of it Berdara.” He studied her body language, he knew what she was about to do next, knew that he taught her that move himself. Just as she stepped forward, throwing her body weight into the punch, he twisted around her. The change in direction threw her off balance and she began to fall forward. Face first into the mat.
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His arm caught her waist before she could fall. Gwyn was breathless as she looked up at him. Her teal eyes wide with bewilderment. Azriel was entranced. 500 years of self control beaten into his body and yet he couldn’t look away, what was worse was that he didn’t want to look away. Her hand drifted toward him, caught in the same spell. She lightly brushed his cheek and he leaned into the touch, suppressing a shudder at the feel of her. His body felt heavy and light all at once.
“Shadowsinger.” She whispered.
“Priestess.” He whispered back. “How are you so beautiful?”
A high pitch scream stopped Gwyn from answering. Immediately Azriel pulled her to him and brought them both to the ground while his shadows shielded them into darkness.
“What are you doing-” She glared at him as he pressed a finger to her mouth, outraged that he would silence her but he only pointed to the direction of the scream. Two spring court members, chatting softly, a dead faerie between them.
“Don’t ever shush me again.” Gwyn quietly berated him, hitting him on the shoulder.
“Okay next time I’ll let you get us caught,” he answered furiously. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes my hero.” She rolled her eyes. “Get off of me so I can go after them.” She tried to push him off her but his weight had her pinned to the ground. Gwyn tried to shove him over but only succeeded in pressing her self harder against him. He watched as she bit her lip.
“You want me to get up?” He asked, ever so innocently drawing circles with his fingers against her pulse.
“Yes.” Gwyn tried to say but he could hear her voice shake, hear the breathlessness.
“Alright.” He challenge and began to move his body off of her. Azriel felt as she grabbed the collar of his shirt to keep him there, to keep him with her. He smirked in victory.
“I hate that smirk.” Gwyn muttered to herself.
“No you don’t.” He taunted her, unable to help himself.
“Shut up.” Her nose scrunched in anger. The teal of her eyes a storm that he wanted only ever directed towards him. Gwyn stared him down with newfound determination, as if he was a puzzle she wanted to solve, to break.
“What do you want Berdara?” He asked her.
Her hands still gripped his shirt and his eyes glazed over as she glanced towards his lips.
“What do you want Berdara?” He asked her again through gritted teeth, the feel of her underneath him almost too much to bare.
Gwyn smiled as if she had found the answer. “Kiss me.”
