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A few weeks after the holidays, Elain finally booked the massages for her and Azriel. They were going on a random Tuesday she had off from the bakery, hoping the spa wouldn’t be too busy. Azriel had given her free rein to pick whatever day worked best for her and took a PTO day to join. She felt guilty about making him use a paid day off, but he simply waved off her concerns, stating that he rarely used them as it was and had plenty of hours to spare.

That made her feel a bit better, even knowing that he still tried to get out of it, offering her several chances to take someone else. Elain wasn’t exactly sure what the reasoning was behind his adamance about taking someone else, but she just didn’t feel right doing so when he spent so much money on her for the Christmas gift, and she had gotten him nothing in return.

When their spa day arrived, they dropped Oliver off with Feyre before grabbing a couple of coffees to go from a café in town. “I haven’t had a massage since before I was married,” she told him as they pulled into the parking lot of the spa place, feeling giddy. “I can’t wait for them to work the knot next to my shoulder blade.”

Azriel chuckled, the sound skittering along her bones. It was unfair how everything about him seemed to be attractive. “I’ve never had a massage before.”

She turned to look at him, brows high. “Never in your life?”

He shrugged, turning the car off. “Never had a desire for one, truthfully.”

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Azriel pulled into the driveway at Rhys and Feyre’s place only thirty minutes past when they were expected. Which, he called a success, considering that just fifteen minutes ago, Oliver had been having a full meltdown and had taken skin-to-skin contact with him to calm him down.

He noticed it the other night when he cradled the boy to his chest, promptly getting him to settle enough to finally fall asleep. He wasn’t sure if it was the sound of his heartbeat or the warmth of his skin or the deep sound of his voice as he softly sang a lullaby his mother used to hum to him or a combination thereof, but Oliver always seemed content in his arms.

The memory of that night and earlier today made him smile. He’d grown attached to the sweet thing, perhaps too attached if Rhys’s warning still rang true. Az glanced over to his roommate in the passenger seat. Elain wore a burnt orange colored turtle neck sweater, black leggings, and boots. The perfect outfit to fight off the chill as winter began to clutch them in her grasp. Her thick locks were piled on top of her head, strands falling out to frame the delicate features of her face.

She was beautiful. It was as simple as that. Elain could pull off seven days without a shower and wearing a rucksack and still be gorgeous.

Az shook his head, pushing those thoughts about his roommate aside.

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Father Azriel knew exactly who entered the confessional booth even with the privacy screen between them. The delicate scent of jasmine and honey followed her into the tiny chamber, invading his mind. Any ability to be impartial was destroyed right then and there.

Elain Archeron was sin itself.

Lust on legs.

She made him want to break his vow of celibacy; had taken to fisting himself in sin late at night from the image of her kneeling on the steps of his altar.

It was his personal form of torment. Seeing her every blessed Sunday in the front row of his church, always in a sundress that made his mouth water. And always, always wearing that delicate, golden cross neckless just around the base of her elegant throat.

He was in Hell.

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While I have moved most of my fics to AO3 only, I am still going to utilize a tag list here on Tumblr. This as a permanent solution and may change in the future. For notifications, you can follow and subscribe to my fanfic account where I will be reblogging updates and snippets only. You can also find me on ao3. If you would like to be added to my tag list, please leave a comment on this post.

My fanfic account: @tswaney17fics​

My ao3 account: tswaney17

Taglist: 

@nikethestatue

@reverie-tales

@123moiaussi

@duskwhisperer

@zdenkah

@nyxreads

@shedoessoshedoes

@athena-85

@jasmineandshadows

@nightcourtseer

@nivem565

@debramclaren

@illyrianvalkyriecarynthian

@secretpuppyflower

@justreallybored

@ultadverb

@the-regal-warrior

@roseandshadows

@tcursebreaker

@kingravinger

@mis-lil-red

@eloeloeheheh

@fawnandshadows

@swankii-art-teacher

@miss-bee-cat

@bookhhrelaz

@impossiblescissorspeachpaper

@elrielbaby

@lesolehabitantdelalune

@thoughtsaboutshows

@britishwings

@aelin21galathynius

@saz-griffin

@azrielslight

@bookstaninthesoul

@curiositywoman

@karsyn-b2

@elainsweetcobalt

@emilyondemand