Author's Note: I have not read the books, so this story is based solely on the TV adaptation with a few elements found on the character wiki pages.
This story has no beta, so forgive any grammar or other errors you may find here and there.
Hope you enjoy!
"Do you want me to go?"
Steady, Lan's mind admonished. Steady yourself.
It was a command he could not obey.
There were few things Lan found beautiful in a world of trollocs, fades and all manner of unspeakable creatures. His eyes had seen rushing waterfalls, pink and orange hued landscapes, and verdant pastures that stretched for miles on end.
When he was little and growing up in Sheinar, Zahir would take him to a special place in the city on certain days, and they would watch the sunset together. On those days, he practiced sitting in the stillness, gathering his thoughts and admiring the beauty and splendor of the sun as it cast the last of the day's glow over them. Its rays withdrew from the jagged edges of the buildings, from stone walls in a slow creep as it pulled back, and as Lan closed his eyes, words of poetry swirled in his mind as he found a way to give voice to the beauty that surrounded them.
Zahir had told him that the sunset in The Seven Towers was much different. Once the rays of the sun hit the surface of the marshes where the golden crowned cranes lived, the sedge rose to a majestic flight across the city. Lan imagined that the sight of them caught in the yellow shimmer of light was something to behold.
But as Nynaeve stood before him, candlelight catching the angles of her face, highlighting the beauty of her brown eyes and full mouth, Lan knew no sunset whether in Sheiner or The Seven Towers could ever rival her.
Breath caught in his throat, leaving him feeling much like the boy who was about to experience his 'first'. That moment so long ago had been life changing, but now, Lan felt that tonight was something that would alter the course of his path in a much more earth shattering way.
His heart raced as he touched her arm.
Steady, his mind said again. Steady.
But how could he be when she was standing this close and when his heart was pounding so loudly?
He bent his head to kiss her, finally tasting her lips, coaxing them apart to dart his tongue into her mouth, finally feeling the reality of what had only been a dream. Dreams could not compare to the feel of her hand on his chest, on his neck and his face, or the passionate way she kissed him in return.
Steady, Lan, he thought while he helped her out of her clothes and rid himself of his trousers. Steady, he reminded himself again as he took in the full sight of her. She blushed under his gaze, averting her eyes while he studied the curves of her hips, her soft, flat, stomach, and the roundness of her breasts.
"You are beautiful, Nynaeve," he said, raising her chin so that she could look into his eyes. "More beautiful than I could have ever imagined."
She blinked, a shy smile rounding her cheeks, and a combination of endearing embarrassment and joy passed over her features. He wondered how often she had heard those words, and a momentary feeling of sadness made him realize it was probably too few and too far between.
"Beautiful," he muttered as he kissed her again, holding her bottom lip between his for a moment. "Beautiful," he said again, planting a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Beautiful," he whispered after gently sliding his tongue into her mouth. She moaned when he cupped her face again, letting the last pieces of her self-consciousness go.
His fingers brushed against her hair, and she stepped back for a moment, her fingers slowly undoing the long braid. Having only seen it unraveled once well over a month ago and under worse circumstances, Lan was eager to see it again. He ran his fingers gently through the soft twists and plaits that hung loose about her shoulders and back, feeling honored she had allowed him to see her this way.
She looked at him nervously when he stepped backwards, but Lan reached behind his head, grasped the edges of his hadori and untied it. Now they were both bare, both open, both exposed to each other in the most intimate of ways. He lay it aside on the bedroom bench near his clothing and led her to the bed.
Steady, his mind said once she lay in the middle. This time, he listened.
His mouth was soft and steady as he kissed her neck, the soft skin of her chest. His mouth was soft and steady when he kissed her breasts and teased the hardened peaks of her nipples with his tongue. He was steady when Nynaeve gasped and moaned and reached for him, clawing at his back when his lips found the softness of her stomach.
He was steady when he parted her legs, kissed the inside of her thighs and felt them shake in raw pleasure. He buried his face in the short curls on her mound, inhaling her scent before moving lower to slide his tongue over the wetness between her legs. He threw Nynaeve's leg over his shoulder and steadily moved his tongue across her labia over and over and over again until she was a frenzied mess of want, of moans, and until he was so hard he could barely see straight.
Softly he teased them both, rubbing the head of his shaft along her opening, enjoying the infuriated tones of her groans practically begging him to put them both out of their misery. He grinned in the dark and then granted her wish, burying himself to the hilt. The feel of her heated, soft, warmth around his hardness cause them both to cry out. She, in a nearly strangled mewl. He, with a growl that came from the depths of his chest.
Steadily he moved, steadily he stroked, wondering not only how he'd been blessed to finally have Nynaeve in his bed underneath him, but wondering how on earth after this he could let her go. He chased the thought away, choosing instead to bury the worry of losing her. Burying his face in her neck, burying his cock inside her warmth, thrusting and moving, pushing and pulling, giving Nynaeve all of him, all at once.
"Lan."
The strangled cry of his name, her nails in his back, her teeth sinking into his arm, and her trembling - she was approaching the peak of her desire. His release met hers just as powerfully, just as blinding, and together they found completion in each other's arms.
He gathered her close to him afterwards, giving her time to catch her breath. She was still so soft, vulnerable, and shy despite what they'd just shared. It brought a smile to his mouth. The Wisdom who'd held a blade to his throat and tried to kill him, was at a loss for words right now. She buried her face in his chest to avoid his eyes once more, and that simple act filled him with a renewed feeling of want for her. He raised her chin wanting her to look at him before he captured her lips in a slow, languorous kiss. He ran big hands over her body, her stomach and thighs, feeling his manhood roaring to life again. Nynaeve moved her hand between them, gently stroking him, driving Lan crazy as her tiny fingers circled the tip. He bit the shell of her ear softly, knowing that this timeā¦this time when he took her, it would not be as gently as before.
He took her from the back, more urgently than before while he rested on his haunches. He squeezed Nynaeve's soft breasts, massaged her clit and rolled his hips while burying himself all the way inside her. He reached for her neck, moving her face towards him for a kiss, sliding his tongue into her open mouth while her hair tickled his chest. He was in paradise and reached heaven when he finally emptied himself inside her. Her tiny hands held onto his as he held her in his embrace. He planted soft kisses to her shoulder, gently grazed it with his teeth, then sought her lips once more.
He helped her onto her back, resting his head atop her chest and lay nestled there for a while. Her hands stroked the top of his head. Her fingers played with his ponytail, and Lan longed for more nights with her, more days, more time where nothing existed except for the two of them.
He reached for her free hand, linking their fingers together. "I love it when you touch me," he confessed. Nynaeve took it as license to do just that, running her fingers over his back, along the jagged scars there, asking questions about where and how he got them and how badly they'd hurt.
She touched the side of his face, ran her fingers across his lips, and Lan playfully sucked at them. She giggled when he sat up to tease her and answer every question she asked of him. He loved the way she smiled, the way she laughed softly. He loved the curves of her cheeks and was glad that for tonight he could alleviate her worry and apprehension about everything that lay beyond his bedroom door.
"Again?" she asked in surprise when he took her for the third time.
"Once more," he replied, pulling her underneath him. "Then, I'll let you sleep."
She put her legs around his back this time, raising them higher and higher at his command, pulling him in deeper and deeper the harder he thrusted.
She is a biter, Lan thought.
Teeth found his arm again, his shoulder next, then his hands, until Lan slid a thumb into her mouth and kept it there. The rhythm of her tongue as it circled the digit, matched the steady rhythm of his thrusts and sent a jolt to his groin.
He couldn't get enough. Not of her. Not of this. Not ever.
He said he would let her sleep, but he broke his promise when he woke her from a light doze with his tongue on her nipples and breasts. His movements were slow this time, deliberate and deep, and their coupling ended with her atop him, his hands on her breasts, her gentle movements over his length and the locs of her hair in a curtain over his face. Lan gently fisted his hand into the ends as they both came and Nynaeve collapsed on his chest. Exhaustion was starting to set in.
They were both gasping at the end of it, and Lan held onto her tight while still inside her.
"No'ma(mi) cuebiyar," he whispered, over and over again. "No'ma(mi) cuebiyar."
Not long after, Nynaeve lay nestled beside him, her breathing steady, and he knew she'd fallen asleep. Slumber was about to take him soon, but they had a few hours yet before morning. He drew the covers around them as his eyes began to droop.
Lan thought about the cranes in The Seven Towers, their golden crowns as they took flight in the glow of the sunset. He felt like one of them now, crowned in Nynaeve's radiance and soaring in flight because of what he felt for her. She was his true carneira, and his first love. She held his heart and awakened something in him that he thought was long dead.
"Ye mashi asa," he whispered before he finally fell asleep. "Ye mashi asa."
