When theyāre alone, Azzy will randomly lie on top of Elain and snuggle with her š„ŗ
Azriel SnugglemasterĀ
EM! I missed you xxĀ
Our boy is the king of cuddles. Loves to be the small spoon as much as Elain loves being the big spoon.Ā
Elain just minding her own business most days when the massive Illyrian baby would just drop down on top of her, but keeping a lot of his weight off her so he doesnāt suffocate her. It makes her break out into a fit of giggles each time one of his favourite sounds in the world.
Her delicate fingers running through his hair as his face is cushioned on her chest. A content smile covering his face as he basically purrs like a cat.Ā
Also massages lots and lots of massages as heās tensed from the day. Elainās fingers will drift over to his shoulders and biceps, kneading and digging in gently making Azriel release the most sinful sounds.Ā
āDonāt stop, love.ā Being muttered out with reverence.Ā
Azriel being a horny baby sometimes and drifting his hands up Elainās nightgown. From what started off as an innocent snugglefest turns into a frantic disposal of all layers between them.
Elain being Azrielās solace and hideaway. When things get too much, work is stressful and no one can coax Azriel from his bad days Elain is there with baked goods, the smell of soil and florals and gentle kisses on foreheads.Ā
The inner circle not knowing that Azriel hasnāt been sleeping in his bed for the last couple of months.
Late night sneaking in and early morning creeping out. Azriel feeling like heās a young Illyrian warrior again, back in the steppes.Ā
Itās high risk/high reward game they are playing right now. The threat of Nesta Archeron was enough to make any seasoned warrior fear for their life. Not to mention Feyre Archeron, his High Lady and sister in law.Ā
Heās never felt lighter though.Ā
It was close call one morning. He had overslept, something he never does and he heard the footsteps approaching the just in time to hop off the bed and underneath it. Elain sitting up in alarm, a sheet being the only thing covering his modesty.
Cassianās figure materialised and he froze for a second, taking in the sight in front of him. Azriel was raging, having the intense desire to punch his brother in the face for staring at her longer than necessary.
āCassian.ā Elain exclaimed in surprise, red staining her cheeks.
Cassian was generally just dumbfounded at the scattering over clothes around the room. Then anger took of his own features thinking Elain is being taken advantage.
āIf this is Lucienās clothes Iām going to punch that fucker in the face, Ellie.ā He swore, with each word out of his mouth making him more livid.
Elain flopped back down in the bed and pulled the sheet over her head.
āPlease just get out.ā She squeaked.Ā
āEllie, cāmon who is this fucker.āĀ
Azriel had enough, it was not fair that Elain was catching all the heat for this and that Cassian was making her shy as hell.
He crawled out from under the bed and glared at his brother.
āGet out.āĀ
Cassian was dumbfounded, generally lost for words, eyes darting between his face and his naked form.
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