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Har ek friend kamina hota hai
- Kausar Munir (Sung by Sonu Nigam, Chashme Baddoor)
[ Every friend is a crazy fucker (in a good way)]
Gwyneth moans as he deepens the kiss and hoists her thighs up so that she could wrap her legs around his torso.
One of her hands was entangled in hair while the other hand was busy untucking Azriel’s loose white shirt he had been wearing to go to bed.
Azriel groaned into her mouth as she finally put her hands on him, underneath the shirt, nails digging into his back.
They drew back after what felt like eons to sneak in a breath of air.
But then, Gwyneth Berdarra once again surprised the everloving fuck out of him by pushing him further into the wall, her legs till wrapped around him, and dipping her head to kiss and suck on his neck.
“ Mine .” She breathed as she licked and kissed and sucked on the sensitive spot on his neck.
“Yours.” He replied, his breaths coming shallow.
This kiss was nothing like their first kiss, right here in the training ring all those months ago. No, that had been a declaration of love, of friendship. This, this was proving to no one, to everyone, to themselves that they belonged with each other.
This was sheer hunger, feral desire, coursing through their veins.
Azriel moaned her name once again when she sucked harder on that spot, no doubt it would leave a mark, but the Shadwosinger had lost all sense and couldn’t care less about someone seeing a hickey.
So they kissed and devoured each other under the starry night sky until their lips were swollen, their breathing ragged and their eyes were alight with a glint of joy.
They did stop eventually, to actually train and to talk before both of them parted with another simple, sweet and savored kiss on the lips and a whispered promise to meet again tomorrow night.
— — —
Azriel arose the next morning, with the sun shining bright, its light all too bright than what he was used to.
Az awoke with a start and looked at the clock on the wall.
Shit. Goddamn it. Fucking fuck.
He was late. For a meeting. With Rhys.
And he was never late.
Gwyneth Berdara had come into his life like a storm and upended everything he knew and then had put everything back together with meticulous love and care.
Which meant, he was now sleeping more nights than not. Staying up late to train with her, but still getting a full night’s sleep because his mind, his heart was at ease, and he was not eager to end the night and get on with the day.
This however meant, that he slept in adn was fucking late .
Rhys would probably raise his brows in a silent question, one he did not want coming his way for whatever had bloomed between Gwyn and him had been theirs and they had not told anyone.
Whatever. Az took the quickest shower of his life, threw on some clothes and made a beeline to his study on the lower floor to collect some of his reports, his shadows in toe.
He was just walking past the dining room when Nesta stepped out from there. He made to dip his head in a greeting when her eyes widened and her lips parted in a small gasp.
“ What is that ?” She pointedly looked towards his neck, her eyes shining with amusement.
His eyes narrowed. He had glamoured the hickey, hadn’t he ?
You did Shadowsinger. But Lady Death is not one to be fooled by such shallow tricks, his shadows supplied for him.
In the end, he simply resorted to feigned indifference. “Nothing..”
Mother above, have mercy, even a six year youngling won’t believe this lie.
Nesta’s grin grew even more feral once she heard that pathetic excuse.
She bit her lip as if contemplating whether to pry or not but in the end ended up asking, “You were training with Gwyneth last night weren’t you? You didn’t have that after dinner, just before your sparring session with her !”
Her voice had barely contained excitement.
The corners of his lips quirked up a little, suppressing a smile.
“Nesta, I have a meeting with Rhys for which I am late. I’ll see you at training.”
He made to move past her but she squealed in delight and ran to the end of the hallway. Probably, to Gwyneth’s room to pester her. He laughed at the thought. Gwyn, all blushing and excited at the same time, to share their relationship with her sister.
They had talked about telling the others. They did not want to actively keep their relationship a secret, just something for themselves for whatever little time they could. So he knew that Gwyn won’t be upset but he still made it a point to check in with her later this afternoon.
He made his way to his study and then winnowed away to the river house for his meeting.
( Unfortunately, our shadowsinger forgot Nesta has a mate who happens to be a very meddling buybody and an annoying prick. And oh, also his brother who loved to tease him at every chance he got. )
— — —
Azriel was just briefing Rhys about the status quo at Spring, when Cassian burst through the door.
Two things about this had Azriel worrying. One, Cass was supposed to be at the House of the Wind, training the Valkyries. Two, he had a feral grin on his face, amusement glinting in his eyes, his intention clear as his day on his face and he was making his way towards him.
Fuck .
“DID YOU KISS GWYNIE?! “
Azriel groaned and tilted his head up, to rest it on the wall behind him, his eyes closing.
Though he feigned annoyance, somewhere deep down he was happy to share this part of his life with his brothers. So, he couldn’t contain the small smile that graced his lips and the blush that was now rising on his cheeks.
“Azriellll”, Cassian was now full on shaking his shoulders to get him to say something. Rhys came to stand up in front of his desk, clearly amused at what was unfolding before him.
Azriel laughed out loud at the sing song tone Cass had used and whispered a shy yes, his eyes falling on the ground.
Cassian, without wasting a second, threw his arms around Az in a bone crushing hug, laughing and whispering how happy and excited he was.
After they pulled back, Az’s eyes met Rhys’, a grateful smile on the other’s face, clearly happy for the happiness the Shadosinger had found.
“ What is this I am hearing about Gwyneth, Az ?” Rhys asked finally. He had not witnessed the Valkyrie and his growing friendship as much as Cassian and was blissfully unaware of the running jokes and bets placed on them. So, there was a lot to catch up on.
But before Azriel could answer, Cassian interrupted him. “WAIT ! First, I want to know about this hickey of yours,” he finished with a suggestive look in his eyes.
Now Azriel, truly embarrassed, threw his arm over his eyes, plunking down on the sofa in the study and groaned.
Rhys’ and Cass’ laughter rang through the house.