Apple pie spiced with tears
Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader
Summary: You run into Azriel in the middle of a quiet night and he keeps a promise he made to you months ago.
Warnings: fluff, smut, more smut and of course a cake ;)
A/N: It took a long time, but I finally managed to finish the new part. Thank you all for your patience. :) English is not my mother tongue so I apologize if there are any mistakes in the text. Criticism is very welcome. :)
The dark room felt like a prison when I woke up in the middle of the night. My nightgown clung sweatily to my skin as I kicked off the heavy blanket and sat up. With a weary sigh, I dropped my head into my hands as images of the nightmare came back to me. It wasn't really a nightmare at all, it was my troubled mind recalling that terrible day. The feeling of the scalding water on my skin, the screams of my sisters and the eerie voices whispering to me in the Cauldron.
I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear and stroked across my pointed ears. It was still hard to believe what I was, what I had become.
Walking down the corridor, I passed the others' rooms. First door on the right was Nesta, then Elain, Cassian and finally Azriel.
Nothing had happened between us since that night in our house. There hadn't been a touch, a smile, or even a glance. All I got from him was distance and cool politeness. At first, I hoped that maybe he was just giving me time to get used to my new life and perhaps to get used to having me around. However, as the months went by nothing happened, so I gave up on him. At least I tried.
Shaking my head, I continued on my way to the kitchen for a glass of water and, of course, some cake. Many things have changed in the past few months, but some things never will.
Entering the kitchen, however, I stopped when I found myself face to face with Azriel.
He wasn't wearing a T-shirt, giving me a glimpse of his chiseled, sun-kissed torso. His tattoos ran in a curvilinear line from the base of his neck to his chest, down to his biceps, which tightened as the shadow singer raised the glass to his mouth for a sip of water. Cautiously I took a step forward, my heart beating loudly with excitement as he caught my gaze. His eyes widened slightly as he saw me and placed the glass on the counter.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" I slowly, hesitantly took another step towards the cupboard where I finally took a glass from. He never took his eyes off me, watching my every move with a wary gaze that made me even more nervous.
"You didn't scare me," he said. "I was merely surprised. We always seem to run into each other in the kitchen."
My hand tightened around the glass as he referred back to that night and I felt my throat tighten.
"Yes, it seems so" I said in a strangled voice and sat down on the chair next to the round, shiny table.
In the dim light of the kitchen, Azriel's eyes almost glowed, giving him a devilish look, especially as he asked the next question that squeezed all the air from my lungs.
"Would you like some cake?"
My heart was pounding as I watched him open the fridge and casually bend down to see what was on offer. A few black strands fell into his forehead as he ran his hand through his hair, smoothing through the thick strands that I knew exactly how soft they were. How it felt when I stroked my hands between them and the way they curled around my fingers as I gripped them.
The sounds he made as I did it.
"What would you like?" his deep voice pulled me back to reality. He was listening expectantly, but there was a mischievous glint that made me realise something.
I squirmed uneasily as I asked back.
"Do I have more options?"
"Carrot cake, peanut butter cake and" he listed. "Apple pie."
"Good choice," he said, as the corners of his mouth pulled into a small smile.
He took the plate with the said dessert from the fridge and when he placed it in front of me I understood the reason for his mirth.
It was a cute little cake, the chef had cut hearts out of the leftover dough and placed them on top. Now it was as if the neatly shaped hearts were taunting me as I looked down at them with a knot in my stomach and wondered what to do. Azriel's presence both embarrassed and excited me. For months I had fantasized about being alone with him. Not just about making good on the promise he had made months ago, but about simply talking or enjoying quiet moments together.
To get the silly thoughts out of my head, I violently stuck my fork into the cake and stuffed a good portion into my mouth, lest I do something stupid.
Azriel followed my example, though he took a less gingerly and much smaller bite. We ate in silence for a few minutes, the stillness of the night warmly embracing us.
"Did you have a bad dream?"
His question was so unexpected that I froze for a moment, my hands still in the air. The heart on top of the cake fell to the plate and broke in two, like some bad metaphor for how I'd been feeling lately.
"Yes" I replied simply. There was no way to sugarcoat the situation, everyone knew anyway that the Archeron sisters' nights were not restful. More than once I was awakened by Nesta's screams or Elain's confused mutterings as she paced the corridor like a ghost who could find no peace.
I was embarrassed, so to avoid looking at him, I used my fingernail to scrape off one of the little dried edges of the cake, but after a few moments of hesitation, Azriel reached across the table and gently took my hand. I froze as he took it in his, his calluses rubbing my palm gently.
"You don't have to worry," he said in a soft voice as I closed my eyes to keep the tears from spilling out, which were building. "You and your sisters will never get hurt again. We will take care of you. I'll take care of you."
A tear found its way out, slowly sliding down my cheek. I heard Azriel move, then felt his hot breath hit my right cheek.
His lips were hot against my skin as he kissed away my tears.
"I'll banish your bad dreams" His scent, cedar and evening cool mist, crept into my nose. My tears were flowing non-stop by then, but I still hadn't opened my eyes. It was like a dream. Unlike the others, however, it was wonderful.
"Azriel" I whispered in a shaky voice, but he ignored me.
"I made you forget your bad memories" kissed another tear off me, this time on my left cheek. I laid my hand blindly on his cheek, my thumbs softly stroking his soft skin.
"I made you forget all the bad things in this world, Y/N" he murmured softly, then pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.
This time we took our time, slow and sweet as honey. At first our lips merely touched, neither of us moving, as if any movement could break the spell of this moment. Then Azriel took the back of my nape in his hands and tilted my head to the side to deepen the kiss. His mouth moved gently over mine, and I instinctively responded and kissed him back. His sigh stirred something deep inside me. My hand slipped from his face and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him closer.
The shadow singer's hand slid down my back to my waist, then he grabbed me and with playful ease lifted me up and placed me on the table. He leaned on either side of me, his strong arms trapping me as he slowly pulled away and kissed my closed eyes.
"Now I'm going to keep my word."
The half-closed eyes, full of glowing desire, held a promise that made me tremble. My heart leapt out of its place as I pulled his head to mine again to kiss him and show him that I longed for this too.
"About time," I whispered before our lips met.
He laughed into our kiss, which made my mouth pull into a smile. I felt happy and light, the way I hadn't felt in months.
He leaned forward, the huge body of a man towering over me tantalisingly, and pushed me down on the table. The hard wood felt cool on my back and my soaked nightgown, but Azriel seemed to sense it, grabbed the silk that was curled up around my waist and quickly pulled it of me.
I whimpered as he torned himself from my lips, I would have protested, however Azriel kissed all the way down my neck to my rapidly rising chest, leaving wet kisses behind.
"Your skin is so soft" he murmured. His thumbs gently stroked my prancing nipples, and I turned my head in pleasure. "I wonder if your nipples taste like peaches, after all, they are the color of peach blossoms."
I was almost unable to bear the pleasure as he took one in his mouth. My body twitched, trying to get as close to him as possible, to rub against him. Anything to relieve the heat between my legs, which was getting stronger by the minute and almost painful.
"Please," I begged. The spymaster let go of my nipple with a smack, his bottom lip glistening as he looked up at me with his darkening golden brown eyes. Our gazes locked, I watched with a pant as he pulled a chair towards him and sat down.
"What are you doing?" I asked desperately.
If he leaves me like this, I'll surely be destroyed. I'll catch fire and simply burn.
"What did you do before?" his strong hands spread my legs wide. They rested on his broad shoulders as he leaned forward and flashed me a mischievous grin. "You were eating sweets."
At the first touch of his tongue, I sank my teeth into my lips to keep from groaning loudly.
I didn't have much experience, I'd only been with a man once in my life but I was pretty sure that Azriel was second to none because the way he pleased me was something fantastic.
My hips bucked, I wanted him to go on and stop at the same time. There was almost too much to touch as his tongue slid along my entrance all the way to my clit.
I wasn't able to hold back my voice for long, moaning and groaning as I moved my hips to get even closer to his mouth. Azriel gently nipped my clit between his teeth, which made me grip the edge of the table as I felt the world turn one with me. He placed his strong hands on either side of my hips and began to guide my movements, drawing me even closer to him.
A familiar warmth began to spread across the bottom of my belly, a fine layer of sweat sitting out on my body. One of Azriel's hands slid up my stomach, up to my breasts, which he cupped between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched my nipple, gently crumbling it, driving me almost mad.
"Azriel, I don't think I can take much more," I muttered, almost for myself. "I'm so close..."
But he started to pleasure me with even more intensity and devotion.
I gasped as his free arm slipped under my thighs and placed it on my belly, pinning me to the table. He sucked first one of my labia between his lips, then the other, and his tongue circled my entrance, then dipped inside me, once, twice, three times. I gasped, the desire rising even higher inside me. I stabbed into his hair as he groaned, the sound resonating through me and that was the end of me. The air was husky inside me, and under my closed eyelids, stars seemed to explode as I rode my orgasm.
Eyes still closed, panting, I reached for Azriel's hand, still resting on my stomach. He squeezed it and pressed a soft kiss to it, then I heard the chair creak as he stood up. Then suddenly I found myself in the air between his arms, before my eyes popped open and I laughed in surprise. He threw me over his shoulder and playfully slapped my bottom.
"I'm not finished with you yet, Y/N" he started down the hallway while I hung on top of him. "So don't you dare fall asleep."
He carried me across the hallway, his hands gripping my thighs firmly and occasionally sliding one up and down to my groin gently stroking me. Of course, it was all accidental.
When we got to my room, he gently slid me down his body. The stone was cold under my feet, the coolness of the room felt like a soft touch on my hot skin.
Azriel looked down at me, his golden brown eyes, reminiscent of melted caramel, boring into mine. Pure desire radiated from him.
He put his scarred hands on my right shoulder and guided me towards the bed until my feet reached the edge and I sat down on them. Azriel towered over me, both hands resting on my cheeks and leaning down to give me a hot, mind-numbing kiss. My chest heaved and I felt breathless from the emotions rushing over me. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life.
I squealed in shock as he suddenly turned me over and I felt his lips on my back. Breathlessly, he kissed along the scars, whispering sweet words that brought tears to my eyes again.
"You're perfect just the way you are," he murmured as his tongue wandered up and sucked my neck, then licked the burning skin. Whimpering, I pressed my hips to his lap, rubbing against his hardness, which he let for a moment then lowered himself with a wicked laugh and used his weight to push me down onto the mattress so I couldn't move.
"It's not fair" I whimpered. "You're playing with me."
"I might" he said now right next to my ear and then whispered in my ear. "But it's so much fun"
However, this game is played by two.
His hardness was pressed against my buttocks, so I squirmed until it was perfectly flush between my two butt cheeks. I squeezed them and listened with pleasure as Azriel groaned in amazement behind me.
He rolled me over and let me pull his pants down so I could take him in my hand. Azriel was big, bigger and thicker than I expected, but all the more perfect. My hand pressed tightly against the soft skin, smoothing it from top to balls. I repeated the motion several times before a tiny drop of pleasure appeared on his acorn, which I smeared with my thumb. The spymaster's hips twitched, deep moans erupted from the depths of his throat, which made me even more aroused.
He let me explore at my leisure for a few minutes, then turned onto his back and sat me on his lap. His index finger trailed along my wet cut, then he slipped between them and gently slid inside me, first one finger, then a few moments later the second. My head snapped back from the sensation as he bent them in and after a brief search, found the spot that made my breath catch and my legs tremble.
I put my hand on his wrist, my hips swaying.
"It's good, right?" he whispered hoarsely, watching me as I followed his finger movements. All I could manage was a murmur of approval, the nerve endings between my thighs pulsing, signalling that another pleasure was not far away. However, I wanted him to come with me this time, to be inside me.
Panting, I rose, the absence of his fingers leaving a screaming void.
"As much as I'm enjoying this, I want you inside me" I whispered with a heaving chest. "Now"
The spymaster's hand that had been resting on my waist now squeezed tighter as he leaned into me with a burning gaze and nipped my bottom lip between his teeth, then pulled me to his hard chest. As our naked skin touched we both groaned in pleasure.
"Your request is my command, miss."
He guided me over his hardness, which was proudly arching and patiently waiting for me to make the first move. I aligned it with my entrance and gently guided him into me as far as my body would allow. I furrowed my eyebrows as at one point I was uncomfortable descending any lower and my body would not allow him any further. Azriel immediately came to my aid, gently lifting me up and then gently guiding me down again. He did this until I was stretched out enough to take him all in.
I placed my trembling hands on his chest, steely pecs tensing under my touch as I moved my hips slightly. Azriel took his time, letting me get used to the sensation as he filled me.
"I've never been on top before" I whispered shyly as I made another attempt.
He leaned on his elbow to bring our upper bodies together and pressed a reassuring kiss to my lips. He gently tilted his hips as if inviting me to play and slid hotly up inside me, which I accepted with a ragged breath.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and timidly lifted up and then down. It was a wonderful sensation, the kind that made my fingernail dig gently into the back of his neck, eliciting a moan from the spymaster. Our hips met in the next movement, slowly finding that delicious rhythm that drove us both crazy.
"Azriel," I gasped as he caught one of my nipples between his lips as I rose to rest on his chest again. His tongue licked around it, then he leaned in and repeated the motion. The heat between my legs became even more intense thanks to this, I shivered and began to feel that certain tingling sensation that starts before the end.
Azriel cried out, dug between my curls and pushed harder inside me. I kissed him softly, his tongue creeping into my mouth and swallowing my increasingly loud moans. I started to move faster and faster, the sensation swelling inside me and I knew I was about to reach my bliss. I cried out softly as Azriel's finger found my clit and stroked it all over. Then, with the same delicate movement as before, I climaxed. My hips bucked, my vagina tightened around Azriel and I felt myself suffocating from the pleasure I had just experienced.
When it was over, I gasped and looked at Azriel, who was watching me from under his long, jet-black lashes with his glowing eyes. My mouth quivered in a happy smile, which he returned with a sweet grin.
But as if to warn me that he had not yet reached his climax, his hardness twitched inside me. So I started moving again and watched with pleasure as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He gripped the sheet, causing his muscles to tense and the veins in his neck to bulge, which I licked gently as I leaned in.
Azriel reached his pleasure with a deep groan, his forehead tilted against mine and breathing hard. I could feel his heat flooding inside me, leaving a warm sensation.
His fingers gently trailed down my spine as both our breathing slowed and we relaxed.
He helped me off without a word, and I tensed for a moment at the sudden emptiness, but I was happy to let him lay me down beside him and tuck us both in, after he had wiped us both with his pyjama bottoms thrown at the end of the bed and kissed me.
I was happy and content, I didn't care what tomorrow held, but I had a feeling that everything was going to be much better after this.
I snuggled into Azriel's embrace and closed my eyes, his hand caressing my stomach lulled me to sleep and I was on the verge of falling asleep when I remembered something.
"Azriel," I whispered, and he hummed questioningly. "We left my nightgown in the kitchen."
"It's okay" he murmured into my hair. "At least we don't have to tell anyone we're together. Cassian will do it for us, he's such a gossip."