A TACTICAL PLOY (AZRIEL X READER)
Summary : You knew Azriel had been pining after you for a very long time but you NEEDED him to make a move. So in order to give him a little push, you made use of a very tactical weapon : Jealousy.
Warnings: None
Blue eyes. Green eyes. Brown eyes. Eyes trailing you across the room, whispering across your skin , feeding your ego. Yet your eyes sought out the hazel ones.
Shades of gold, green and brown that set a trail of fire across your skin. Eyes that made you feel. Eyes that made you want. The gold pierced through your skin, peering into your heart and soul. The green trailed across your flesh, making you yearn for things that plagued your dreams. The brown spoke of a future if you only dared to take that first step.
Ah, that was the obstacle. The first step.
You had one simple rule when it came to males.
You never chase.
So as you walked through the room, your blasé attitude making you all the more enticing, your heart betrayed you ignoring the rules your mind had set. It searched for him, desperate for the hit of ecstasy he would induce.
Once it found him, the decadent hit of euphoria rushed through your veins, leaving behind a crack in your mask. It was intentional. Every emotion, every 'slip' of the tongue, every word, every glance. He was the spymaster after all.
He glanced your way and tipped his chin in greeting.
You raised your glass, taking a sip and watched his eyes trail over you.
Longing, desiring and denying.
That was all he ever did. Denied himself of you.
You would be lying if you said you understood why he did what he did. You would be lying if you said it didn't make you doubt yourself. However, you knew for a fact he wanted you as much as you wanted him.
You would've been dense to not notice the heat in his eyes, the glances filled with unfulfilled promises, the softness behind his words and the kindness in his actions. It drove you mad some days. Drove you to the brink of breaking your rule.
You never chase.
You yearned to be wanted. You yearned to be fought for. You yearned to be loved, cherished and indulged in. So you had waited... and waited...and waited. A small part of you believed you were foolish enough to keep waiting for however long it took. Yet as a female, you had your wants and needs. There was only so much patience you could exhibit and you were currently running out of it.
Therefore, you decided to give him a little...push.
Tactic I : The art of heedlessness
You shook hands, kissed cheeks, hugged bodies , all the while never looking his way. Of course, you were aware of his presence acutely. It made it all the more fun. At one point, you had walked right past him talking animatedly with one of the guests. His scent had overtaken your senses and you had to physically stop yourself from responding to it.
His eyes, trailing you, lighting your skin on fire , the tension gasoline.
Watch me. Come to me. Talk to me.
Your eyes were fixed on your companions, their words a cacophony compared to the conversations the both of you had shared. The wine was making you bolder, impatient and lulling you into thoughts you kept at bay.
Tactic II : The art of flirtation
A subtle tuck of a strand of hair behind your ear, a soft tilt of your lips, a soft huff of laughter, an inch closer. You looked away from the male in front of you to glance down at your wine. Empty.
How many more glasses would you have to guzzle down before the spymaster grew some balls?
You pulled your hair to one side, the heat starting to stick to your neck. Looking up once again, you noticed that the males gaze in front of you was transfixed to the slope of your neck. Wonderful. Time to leave.
"Well, I should go." Turning around before he could respond, you walked away in the search of more wine.
Tactic III : The art of impelling
You didn't meet his gaze as a group of you stood near the balcony overlooking the Sidra. The flow of the water reached your ears, the sound a welcome distraction. Closing your eyes momentarily, you let the memory of the coolness of the water wash over you.
"I'll be heading home now." you spoke into the night, your companions voicing out their interjections. A small smirk and shake of the head later, you walked towards the exit not bothering to say goodbye to the male with no balls.
A few kisses on the cheek, soft smiles and polite goodbyes on the way to the exit.
"I'll drop you home." the voice swept over your skin like a shadow trailing its fingers across your skin.
"I'll be alright." you said, head turned over your shoulder.
There he was, finally...
"I insist." No arguments. That was final.
"If you insist." you say, wrapping your scarf around yourself.
Silence was the third being accompanying the both of you. You let it play its part, choosing not to say anything. It was entertaining, watching him struggle to say something...anything. He was doing a good job at hiding his emotions but he could never truly hide them from you.
After watching him suffer for a few more minutes , you say "If you're done struggling, we could teach you a thing or two on how to talk to females."
His face turned red, as his shadows skittered around.
Your house had come into view, the star lit night casting soft shadows around the both of you.
"Well.." you turned to him and said watching him under the moonlight.
"Well..." he replied watching you through his shadows.
A pang of disappointment rushed through you as you took a step back from him. "Good night then."
"Good night." he said, his voice dropping.
Giving him a final nod, you turned around not wanting him to see the look of disappointment on your face. You would never be desperate...no matter who it was.
Legs feeling like lead, you forced yourself to take that first step towards your house mustering all the will power within you. Just as you had lifted your leg off of the ground, a shadow wrapped around your wrist and tugged you backwards. A yelp made its way out of you as warm hands caught you, goosebumps making their way across your skin.
For a moment only two sets of heavy breaths could be heard. Maybe he could hear your heart thudding out of your chest. You lost track of what happened in the next few seconds as the shadowsinger pulled you into a ravishing kiss, igniting your body and jumbling your thoughts.
Lips coaxed your open, tongue sliding in to give you a taste of whisky and something darker and heady. Hands travelled down your sides, stopping at your hips only to give them a gentle squeeze. Your hands were on a path of their own, travelling into his hair and giving it a gentle tug.
All your senses were attenuated to the male in front of you. You were lost in another universe, a universe of want and need.
Suddenly, he pulls back to look down at you, his eyes wild and predatory. "I couldn't put into words what I felt..."
You brushed your lips against his, eyes fluttering shut. "Then show me...."
You could feel his lips split into a devilish grin before the both of you were engulfed by shadows.
