Love Me Tomorrow (Elriel) - Part I
A Love Me Tonight story
Summary: Months after confessing their love, Elain and Azriel still haven't told anyone they're together. Though the secrecy adds to the thrill, Elain finds herself longing for more.
Word Count: 3149 Song of the Fic
Read on AO3 here.
A/N: Hi friends. Being an elriel fanfic writer some years ago, my love was rekindled by SJM's update on the next acotar book. I found this nearly finished WIP in my drafts and thought it would be too bad if it just stayed there.
Part I | Part II | Part III
It was utterly interesting a fact that no one held Elain Archeron capable of mischief.
This was as much grounds for her resentment as it was quite beneficial. Especially in moments like these.
Elain kept her back to the Illyrian, busying her hands with preparing teaâherbal, with honeyâfor her pregnant sister, while keeping her mind focused on the thinnest strings of blackness currently working magic. Discomfort, rather, if not some eerie haunting.
Sheâd mastered controlling Azrielâs shadowsâher shadowsâswiftly into her entanglement with the shadowsinger. Much to their mutual delight, the bond had proven quite valuable for pranks like this andâŚother activities.
Even after all these months of sneaking and laying with him, her cheeks colored at the memory of what her dark lover was capable of doing with those shadows of his in bed. What sheâd done. They had come to learn plenty. But Elain wasnât beyond using her bond with Azriel and the control heâd yielded over his shadows to her amusement with the inner circle as well.
Merely a thought and Cassianâto her backâhissed, unnerved. The shadow of a smile sneaked to her lips even though she ignored the male.
Another thought, a mild pull on the strings, and Cassian cursed. Now Elain did turn, face wiped free of amusement, and eyed the male. âIs something wrong?â
Cassian didnât dare take his eyes off the glass of wine that had just dared to move without his consent, much less his doing. Almost like by a ghostâs hand.
He didnât answer, focused on the glass with his eyes narrowed in suspicion. The big male didnât seem as alarmed as Elain would have liked but irritated, nevertheless.
She leaned against the counter and cocked her head, sensing the strings of shadowsâso thin they were invisible to the eye, well, to his eyesâthen commanded them to wrap around the stem and pull the glass three inches to the right, the liquid sloshing only barely. She watched Cassianâs eyes widen, now visibly troubled.
âDid you see that?â He finally looked up at Elain, just to return his gaze to the glass. âYouâve seen how it moved?â
Elain wanted to smirk so badly but refrained, lest her monthsâ worth of effort going into messing with the male went out the window. She made a deliberate pause, carefully putting her brows to a clueless frown, while eyeing him warily. âNo, but you seem a little pale. Are you all right, Cassian?â
Cassian threw his hands up, resigned. âThis house hates me. I swear it does. I donât know why Iâm surprised, considering itâs bound to Nesta.â
For some reason, he seemed to think the haunting was the House of Windâs doing. Elain clicked her tongue, almost annoyed. Then again, she was proud of her stealth. It meant her training with the twins bore fruits.
She was able to use what people assumed her innocence against them. This might prove to be advantageous when she started accompanying the spymaster on his missions. Because that ought to happen at some point. With the looming threat of Koschei and her growing importance in the mess of it.
Putting the matter of Koschei asideâfor it wasnât time for war, not yetâthe seer returned her attention to the General, granting him his misconception. Though she couldnât help one comment.
âAnd here I was thinking seeing things no one else does is my job.â
He snorted, finally looking up and winking at her. âSometimes I forget how sassy you are, 'Lainy.â
This pleased her and sheâd have retorted something deceivingly sweet, hadnât her attention caught to whispering shadows, the feel of them slithering closer and the change of atmosphere that could only mean one thing. Her pulse picked up.
Cassian not as oblivious as she thought noticed her attention slipping. Hearing the footsteps in the hall, he grinned.
Shit. Elain hadnât meant for him to glimpse this telltale reaction of hers. She saw the taunting forming on his lips.
But she wasnât exactly up for his teasing, quickly pulling at the tendril of blackness and watching the glass of wine shatter to the ground. Cassian barked a curse and jumped back, eyeing the red liquid, clearly annoyed. The houseâor rather the conscience attached to itâplayed into Elainâs hands, knowingly or not, when it cleaned the mess sheâd made immediately. No stain of wine remained.
Claiming that he needed to talk to his mate this instantâmuttering something about her conscience bullying himâhe departed the room, almost colliding with another male who appeared in the threshold of the room. It seemed this one had followed the melody of her voice here. Azriel stepped out of Cassianâs way elegantly and watched after him in contemplation, a smile playing on his lips. Elainâs breath caught, heart thumping loud to her ears. He might even hear it all over the way across the room.
Their eyes met, causing a tingle all over Elainâs arms, that familiar pull of him a reminder of nights spent in the warmth of his embrace, breathing his scent of mist and cedar. Even though their last escapade had been just a few days agoâsnuck away for an hour or two while no one looked, no one noticedâit felt too long. Her body, her skin was lamenting the absence of his hands, and it was worst when he came this close with no hope for salvation here and now. She would have to wait a few more hours for the chance to lose herself in him.
The shadowsinger must recognize the pain that was nothing short of hunger, for his eyes were a knowing, burning forest of hazel, licking fire from her head to toes as they roved all over. A smirk crept on his lips as color rose to her cheeks.
She counted them lucky that her scent was indiscernible.
âHaving fun?â
The timbre of his voice was haunting the crevice where her ear met neck for it belonged right there.
âTremendously.â
Although she tried to be casual, he must hear the unevenness in her voice. The maleâs eyes danced in amusement, pleased. Azriel was a walking disaster. Elainâs very own beautiful ruin made flesh.
And the day of doom was slowly approaching with long legs and predatory purpose, pacing Elainâs heartbeat forward. It took great effort to tear her eyes from him and turn again, needing to regain her composure.
She wanted him, and months of being his lover had not reduced the thrill of this thing, secret and lovely, between them.
Her heart escalated anew every time, and it certainly didnât help that they might be caught any momentâthe secrecy added just another beat to her chest.
With the atmosphere in this room though, anyone coming in would sense the truth. The truth of what had been going on for the past months. What theyâd been doing every time they were lost to the eye.
Oh scandal, how deep sheâd fallen into the well of pleasure. How incongruously spectacular it felt to have him all to herself.
She was not one to share his attention, Elain found she was greedy like that. As long as no one knewâdear and most beloved family they wereâAzriel was all hers, with stolen moments and most precious nights.
Precious and yetâŚso much less than what she wanted with him. She wanted all the nights, Elain realized.
âYou shouldnât be here,â she offered, playing her part. Weakly yes, but the words were there, and it was an endeavor with him so close. She smiled when Azriel didnât stop closing in; he clearly knew how little she meant what she said.
âI just want a drink,â he said once he stood close to her back.
With Azriel in the same room, air was merely a gap to be sealed. The two had always been fighting a magnetic pull right there in the chasm of matter between them. Even now, it begged to be closed. So it was.
Barely-there friction kept Elain on high alert as Az drew near into the hollow of her throat, his hands coming up to cover her own that were gripping the marble of the counter. His fingers replaced the gaps between hers, and Elain inhaled sharply. The tip of Azrielâs nose was skimming down the line of her neck while he insisted on keeping the rest of his body on the other side of that pouch of useless air she wanted diminished into nothingness. Except, the shadowsinger liked the game they played, the teasing and tormenting in daylight where anyone might catch them.
âIâm fairly sure you wonât find what youâre seeking there,â Elain managed but yielded more of her throat to him by baring her neck. Azriel softly growled at this, at the female opening and offering her skin for him, contradicting her words with her need. And maybe some of it was out of frustration too, for he was so close and still unable to scent her.
Only when he risked the unbelievable and opened a fissure in her armor of invisible shadowsâa crack in the veil that kept her scent from the worldâthe female knew he was equally longing for her. For the shadows were strictly necessary, and all that stood between their little scandalous secret and the Inner Circle finding out.
From the tiny gap he opened, the enigma of her nights escaped: the perfume of her body entwined with hisâa mark of him she wore hidden in shadows so no one would know what they were hiding.
Keeping their scents concealed was essential in this game they played, a game of teasing and taunting in the open, of hiding and seeking just to be found entangled in the darkâa cold war of sorts, only that they tended to clash most of the nights.
And Azriel always found a way, he always made time, he always found the best excuses. He was also the perfect liar, but heâd never deceived her.
âThis is just what I was looking for,â he uttered now, and inhaled.
She could feel him through the bond of shadows, sensed them deepen and gain, heavier, until she feared they might drip like black honey.
Somehow this was what had become of their relationship in the past few months, that soft, innocent friendship morphing into something as intense and focused as the shadowsinger himself. Something that felt right in all the best ways, having taken a thoroughly pleasing route.
Elain had always known they belonged together, and sheâd been lacking this particularly crucial information then. If sheâd known how absolutely phenomenal Azriel could make her feel, she wouldnât have waited as long as she did.
By now, they precisely knew how they fit together bestâand no one had even an inkling of their little arrangement. It was glorious.
Being constantly underestimated in the circle of Velarisâ Dreamers had its perks, for Elain got away with most mischief like messing with the Illyrian General with the help of her shadow-friends or secretly sleeping with the brilliant spymaster.
The secrecy wasnât something theyâd consciously decided on. It had initially risen from a need for privacy during the first few weeks of admitting into loving each other and somehow, itâd turned into a competition between them. Who would endure the teasing until they broke? Who would cave and beg for more? It turned out they were both excelling in stealth.
The excitement of meeting in secret wasnât something they expected either, so none of them bothered with coming forth with the relationship either but simply kept going; stealing kisses when no one looked, bargaining longing glances for fleeting touches and if they dared, talking through the bond. Elain hadnât this much fun in ages. Maybe ever.
Azrielâs lips moved over her throat now, pressing a kiss there and tempting a sigh out of the female. âYou didnât come last night, enaid.â
Mouth twisting into a smirk at the double-sensed meaning behind his words, Elain pushed back into his chest, stealing a moment in his embrace. âI might today.â
The male chuckled quietly, letting his hands wander up and down her naked arms. He pressed another kiss to the juncture of arm and shoulder and breathed. âIâd be honored. I hate not being able to scent you.â
She sighed again, feeling the same.
Azriel had sought relentlessly for a way to hide the revelatory essence of their perfumeâeven after a single night he was written into her skinâwithout having to hide from their family for hours or days until it wore off. Rhys found a way to keep Feyre behind a wall of shielding magic, so Azriel willed one for them too. A body fortress of shadows.
Elain was fairly certain heâd had to persuade Helionâa detour to Dawn on his way for a mission beyond the wallâinto sharing every bit of knowledge he possessed of magical protection and shadowsinging. Az didnât indulge her, but she was sure heâd bribed the High Lord with secrets to come forth with precious information and keep his mouth shut in the presence of the inner circle.
Now that Elain thought about it, her lover had gone to great lengths to keep this relationship secret; always excelling in being thorough and committed.
Yet recently she couldnât help but wonder about certain what-ifs.
She pushed the thoughts from her mind and focused on the solid chest to her back, the sense of calm that settled in her being with his physical closeness. Elain even ignored they were standing in Nestaâs kitchen. Anyone might have found them in this compromising position. She didnât really care if it were so.
âWe were visiting fatherâs grave.â She angled her head and further burrowed into his warmth, hiding her face in the hollow of his throat. The place under his jaw leading to his chin was a wondrous one sheâd claimed for herself. âThatâs why I didnât make it. It wouldnât have felt right to sneak away from my sisters afterwards.â
âI understand, my love. You donât owe me an explanation.â The heat in his eyes had simmered down to something else, something soft, not differentâbut kin. Origin. All he felt for her stemmed from this same emotion, the root to everything there ever was in the entire world. Without it, Elain wouldnât know left from right.
âI know. I still wish I could have seen you. I couldâve used a hug.â
Elain sensed him smile against her brow. He wrapped his arms around her frame and engulfed her tighter. âYou couldâve called me through the bond. I wouldâve dropped everything and come for you.â
This time it was Elain who smiled, remembering that moment months ago, in the sunlit green of the river manor garden. His arms had been around her body then too, and his wordsâalmost the same. That day was written into the book of her heart forever, the beautiful first chapter of a love story that was only theirs while everything that came before felt like a prologue too long.
âI know.â
He still was the same loyal, dedicated, and passionate male today as he was then.
And he kept warming her from inside out, had been giving her this phenomenal feeling ever since that night in the guest room bed of Feyre and Rhysâ home. In fact, it was such a relief to be close to him now, have their perfect little moment, that it physically pained her to know it might end in a few minutesâor whenever they were discovered.
The thought caused enough unwillingness that the shadows around them responded by gaining momentum. It surprised her, even though they were simply reflecting her sentiment.
Azriel noted the change in the shadows too. Elain felt him observe and probe, sensed him focusing on the bond. Before he asked about something she didnât quite know a response to, the female lifted on her toes to press a kiss to his jawline, edging closer.
The desire was never far away, just barely beyond the surface and easily restored. She didnât wonder if this was how mates felt after accepting the bondâbecause it was what she felt and what he felt, and that was the only thing that matteredâbut she could still imagine it might be just the same. Elain always wanted him, with an insatiable, ever-burning flame that swallowed all the oxygen in her world. Every single atom of it made the fire want to burn brighter.
âWe could simply leave now. Be alone again.â She kissed another spot, letting her hands wander to his. She made to turn in his arms, but he held her in place, even though he didnât stop the attention she showed with her mouth.
He brought his hand to her chin and tilted her face until their lips aligned. He was intense once more, and Elain was likely to turn into jelly being such an intent focus of his attention.
âIt only takes a word from you, fy nghariad.â
An offer and a promiseâhe left it to her completely, didnât grant himself the opportunity to make a decision even remotely in the name of his beloved darling.
Beyond measure was how much she loved him for it.
After so many choices ripped from her, Azriel kept providing her with chances, allowed her to explore who she wanted to be. He made room for her when she was shrunk by expectations and altered the circumstances in her favor. He loved her like that, and she loved him just as much.
Elain loved him for his sharp edges, the cool cunning, the ruthlessness that reemerged from time to time when he dealt with his enemies; she loved him when he fell back to his old protective aloofness and anxiety, she loved him even when he shied from her. But she cherished him for his loyalty even more, the kindness and compassion he no longer hid from the world, and the most for his fierce warriorâs heart that must be so thoroughly woven by hope and goodness that it was the only explanation for how heâd made it alive out of his past.
She loved him, he loved her, and they both loved their family, little Nyx and her unborn niece in Feyreâs womb, so she finally turned in his arms and put her hands on his chest, making a decision with the only argument that mattered right now and foreverâthe origin to all. Sheâd return to her roots, into his arms, hopefully by night.
âSoon, my love.â Lifting onto her toes she chastely kissed his lips, barely connectingâlest temptation beckoned. A devilish smile followed as she peeled herself from his arms.
âBetter start praying you make the night.â
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