#meaercies

__________♕      HER       LIPS       CURVE       INTO       A       WICKED       SMILE       AS       SHE       EYES       THE       OBVIOUS       HICKIES       ALONG       HIS       NECK.       emerald   eyes   spark   with   humor    &&    mischief   as   she   moves   closer   to   him,        her   arms   wrapping   lightly   around   him   to   both   pull   him   close    &&    to   observe   her   handiwork.        she    is    still    only    partly    dressed,       in    no    hurry    to    join    their    companions    outside    this    room.     ❛    then   don't.    ❜       her   brow   rises   in   a   dare    &&    a   challenge.       as   she   tilts   her   head,       obsidian   curls   tumble   over   her   shoulders   lazily    &&    she   can't   help   the   temptation   she   has   to   remain   here   for   the   rest   of   the   day.     ❛    i   rather   like   others   knowing   what   is    mine.    ❜

Wandering into the hallway, the brunette took a corner or two searching before smacking into something solid. Elain tumbled backwards, attempting to catch herself.

Like tricks of light cast in shadows from movement in the hallway, Cerridwen appears only when she wishes to be seen and often lingers on the outskirts of rooms and tentatively at doorways in incorporeal form. She’s aware of his innate ability to sense and track her movements, even when she remains invisible to the untrained eye. The darkness is as much his home as it hers but the tendrils of shadows tether them like wisps of passing feeling, inaudible communication they share with both her twin sister and Rhys’s ability to command shadow too. Cerridwen has always been considered shy by the standards of others, more a skittish thing than her sister as Amren always accused them of being but she’s never relied heavily on the need for words or speaking to convey her wants and wishes. Materializing more visibly into her corporeal fae form, she gracefully but tentatively takes an intrusive step further into the room with a slender hand still tying her to the frame of the door. Cocking her head to the side in playful intrigue and interest, she flashes Azriel an innocent smile of contentment at the bluntness of his invitation. They both know she had no intentions of saying anything at all, the inside joke shared between them as he beckons her closer and she drifts from the doorway to where he’s lounging atop the covers of his bed to crawl in between the open space of his arms spread wide to encircle her against him.

__________🏹    THE       STAB       OF       HURT       THAT       COURSES       THROUGH       HER       TO       BE       QUESTIONED       CAUSES       HER       TO    TAKE    A    SMALL       STEP       BACK.       she   levels   her   gaze,       refusing   to   hide   the   storm   raging   behind   her   grey   blue   eyes.     whether    in    anger    or    grief,       she    could    not    truly    say     (       truth   be   told,       she   had   been   nervous    &&    frightened    for   what   this   pregnancy   could   possibly   mean,       but   amongst   it   all     there    had    been    a    kernel    of    hope    in    her    chest    too       )       she   wanted   this,       she   realized,     but    that    hope    is    dashed    with    just    one    question    from    him.     ❛    of    course    it's    yours.    ❜       she   forces   a   breath   through   her   nose,       out   through   her   mouth.       her   very   foundation   is   being   ripped   from   beneath   her.     hadn't    he    promised    to    always    be    a    safe    space    for    her    ??     ❛    do   you   think   so    lowly    of   me   that   you   could   think   otherwise    ??    ❜

❝ What would you like me to say, Azriel? ❞

 Her  lips  twitched  with  the  urge  to  smile;  half  pure  joy  and  half  nervous  amusement.  "For  what  it's  worth-"  The  smile  broke  through,  just  enough,  "-you're  free  to  kiss  me  whenever  you  like."

Azriel's lips had dipped to her ear, hotly whispering the words that could make her cum on command. Her moan was drowned out by the chaotic sounds of music around them. He didn't need to hear her moans. He knew exactly what those words do to her. He could feel those words working as he slipped from his jeans and into her pussy. Azriel had discovered her little kink. Dirty words and no condoms. Her thighs are spread wide, panties stolen away by him. Elain is bent over what she can only assume is a speaker. Azriel drives his cock deeper into her, his hips colliding with hers. Even in heels her tippy toes are shoved into the ground, straining to keep her knees from buckling under the frantic thrusts.Her hips jut backwards, eager to let herself bounce against him. Eager for him to just s t a y inside her. At this rate, she was going to spend the rest of the concert with his cum dripping out of her. In the haze of her mind, she wondered if that was his intention, and if it was...she'd do it with fucking pride.

Through the doors, Elain was immediately blinded by the onslaught of flashing cameras. Her coat tightened around her, all smiles and waves as they began the walk to the SUV waiting for them. Elain struggled to match his stride, her heart lurching when she looses sight of Az in front of her. Elain yelped as one particular paparazzi is shoved, sending her with a force down that left her knees bloody.