Author's Note: Hello again! I'm back from hiding! :) I started this story quite a while ago, but only got around to finishing it now. But I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. I know the premise of this fic is a bit odd (and not strictly scientific) but bear with me pls! This is also my longest oneshot lol. Basically 5k words of Azriel smut with some plot and fluff mixed in ;) Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, they are all from the amazing SJM.
Warning: Explicit sexual content.
Azriel paced the rocky floor of the cave he and Gwyn were trapped in. Outside of this fucking cave the snow was falling down violently. They had been here for hours already due to his stupidity and lack of foresight.
They had been traveling to the Day Court to look for a book of spells that Rhys had asked for. It contained important information on advanced wards that they needed to protect Velaris in case of another attack. Normally, Azriel would have gone by himself, but Gwyn had insisted she come along in case he couldn't find it on his own. Or that had been her reasoning. But Azriel knew that she most likely just wanted to go see Helion's libraries. He couldn't blame her. The libraries were truly a wonder to behold with their golden walls, pillared alcoves, and endless rows of books. It would be heaven for a librarian such as her.
But now he wished that he had not agreed to take her, or at least had not agreed to stop at the crystal lake. The crystal lake was a beautiful lake in between two of the tallest mountains in the Night Court. The mountains were covered in snow and ice, but the lake was never frozen over. No, it was always a brilliant blue and completely calm even during the fiercest weather. Some sort of ancient magic must keep it that way. It was one of his favorite spots. Azriel would fly there whenever he wanted to be alone and watch the frost crystalize on the edges of the water. The ice never froze further than a foot or so before it melted, but watching it fight to spread over the lake was hypnotizing. He had tried swimming in the water on one of his first visits, but had found the lake as cold as any other. Since there was no source of heat that kept the lake from freezing, it had to be magic.
However when he had windowed Gwyn there, they had surprised a small group of Hybern sympathizers who had attacked them. It had been a quick battle. He had wiped out the men with ease and had been about to grab Gwyn and window away again, when out of the nearby woods an arrow grazed him in the leg. In any other circumstances, he would not have batted an eye since the wound was neither deep nor particularly well shot. But that was not an ordinary arrow. That was an arrow tipped in faebain. Knowing he did not have much time, Azriel had grabbed Gwyn and windowed as far as he could before his power could disappear entirely. That leap had landed them where they were now. In a cave a few mountains over from the lake. It was not a particularly large cave, nor very deep. It was more like a crevasse in the mountainside, about five meters wide and fifteen meters deep roughly. Enough space to move around easily and be out of the wind, but not comfortable by any means. And there were no trees in sight to use to start a fire, only bare rock and snow.
It was freezing inside and outside the cave. They had no protection from the elements since the only clothes they had brought had been the ones they planned on wearing at the Day Court, which was certainly not known for subzero temperatures. Azriel felt like punching a wall. He was such an idiot, and now they were both freezing in this gods-forsaken cave. At least he had his leathers on, but Gwyn only had a pretty blue dress that hugged her curves in a way he certainly did not notice.
Right now Gwyn was sitting against the far wall wrapped in his leather jacket and her shawl, the only coverings they had brought with them. Azriel found himself walking over to her. When he got closer, he saw she was shivering. He was extremely cold himself, although his leathers kept out more of the bitter wind than Gwyn's flimsy dress did. If only he had his powers, then he could window them out of this frigid hell. If he had been by himself, he would have just trekked down the mountain and wandered until he could find enough wood to start a fire and a proper shelter. But Gwyn was unable to make it such a long distance in this weather with her dress and slippers, and he doubted he could carry her the entire way. So here they would have to stay until Rhys could find them. It would take hours, however, for his High Lord to realize they hadn't arrived at the Day Court, and then even longer to track them down. Without his powers, he had no way to signal where exactly they were. There was nothing to be done but wait.
Gwyn lifted her head up from where she rested it against her knees when he reached her. Azriel's breath caught. He had seen his fair share of gorgeous women in his 500 years of life, but Gwyn always took his breath away. She had such a beautiful face which always reminded him of an angel. And her hair was long and a brilliant shade of red. How he longed to see it wrapped around his fist as he… Cauldron, what was wrong with him? He should not be thinking about her like that, especially here. This was no time to play out his fantasies. No, right now they had to focus on staying alive. A task that was going to get harder and harder as the temperature dropped for the night. Folding his long legs out in front of him and tucking in his wings, Azriel sat down on the cold floor next to the shivering girl.
"Is there anything I can do Gwyn?" He asked, concerned for her. With anyone else, Azriel had a hard time talking, but somehow when he was with Gwyn, he found conversing easy. Maybe it was the trauma that they had both separately endured that brought them together? He did not know what it was, but he did know that he wanted to be around her more than he had ever wanted to be around anyone else. Often, he found himself sneaking around the library's many floors, watching her. Making sure she was okay. Not to mention the nights that he found his hand wrapped around his cock as he thought of her. But he usually regretted his actions after he found release, because somehow this sexual act seemed in a way no better than the men who had raped her so brutally all those years ago. He knew it was not the same, but using her body to find pleasure, even if it was just the thought of her, seemed somehow wrong. Yet even with his guilt, Azriel found himself night after night wrapped in thoughts of Gwyn. No other woman affected him like she did.
Gwyn answered his question through shaking lips. "No, there is n–nothing you can d–do. I–I'm fine." Azriel frowned. She was obviously not fine. Maybe what body heat he could provide would help.
"Come here." He said more gruffly than he meant to and held his arm out toward her. Gwyn looked startled for a second, before she scooted over to him, stopping with a few inches still between them. Frowning, Azriel reached over, scooped her off the ground and plopped her on top of his lap.
Gwyn let out a soft gasp of surprise, and Azriel suddenly realized that maybe she was not okay with him touching her like this. Mentally slapping himself, he whispered, "I'm sorry Gwyn. I shouldn't have grabbed you. Do you want to move?" As he spoke, he settled his hands on her waist again and made a move to lift her off.
But before he could, Gwyn set her hand over his and said, "No, it's okay. I was just surprised. This is fine." With that she leaned against his chest and relaxed.
Assured that she was okay, Azriel slid his hands around her and tucked her against him, his wings folded around them shielding them from the wind. "Is this okay too?" He asked gently. Gwyn only nodded and settled further into his warmth. They stayed like that for a long time and shared stories about their times before the war had taken everything from them. Gwyn shared about her childhood and her beginning years in the temples, and Azriel talked about his travels to the continent and his times with Rhys and Cassian. He avoided telling her about his upbringing before he had met Rhys. The night was far too dismal to add such a heavy topic to the conversation. Gwyn kept her own trauma to herself as well. There would be other days to discuss those things.
It was dark by the time they spread out Gwyn's shawl and lay on top of it. The cloth did not keep out much of the cold, but it did give some protection against the rough ground and the illusion of a bed. Shivering, they wrapped their arms around each other, trying to conserve their body heat. Azriel's wing was stretched over them, but it did not do much now that the temperature had dropped even more. The only thing that would now generate enough body heat was… no he would not do that. There was no way he would resort to such extremes unless there was no other way to keep them alive. With another female he may have suggested it already, but not with Gwyn. No, not with his Gwyn. His Gwyn? Was his brain too cold to function already? There was no way Gwyn would ever be his. She was too perfect to be with someone such as him.
After a few more agonizing hours passed before Gwyn whispered. "Azriel?"
"What is it, Gwyn?" He answered, pulling her shivering body closer to him. He had the better end of the deal since his body mass and size conserved more heat than her body did. He was also just more adapted to such cold climates and knew how to control his chattering teeth and shaking better than she could.
"I w–was thinking," she blushed, "maybe we could t–try–" She broke off nervously before finishing her sentence.
"Try what?" He prodded. Smoothing his scarred hand down her back.
"W–well, I read in a book t–that sometimes a couple could…" The rest of Gwyn's sentence was mumbled so quietly that even his fae hearing couldn't detect it.
"Could what? I can't hear you."
Gwyn buried her face further into his chest and whispered a little louder, "Could get… i–intimate to stay warm."
Azriel could feel her face burning with embarrassment. He had to admit the idea of doing that with Gwyn was not an unpleasant one, and it sent blood rushing towards his cock. He had of course considered it hours ago, but it would be wrong of him on so many levels. She was still traumatized from her last experience and taking her on this hard ground was definitely not the introduction to sex she deserved. Azriel was surprised she had even put the idea out there. Surely she did not actually want to be with him. Sure he had his charms, but he was still an Illyrian bastard, covered in scars. There was no way such an angel wanted him truly. "Gwyn," He rasped, "I don't think that's a good idea."
She peered up at him at that. "W–why not? Will it not work?" She almost sounded disappointed.
"It would work." He breathed. "But you do not actually want that."
"Why would I not want it if it works?" She whispered.
Azriel groaned quietly. "I am no good for you Gwyn."
She was quiet for a moment. "You are good for me, Azriel. I would not want anyone but you. You make me feel safe."
His heart studdered at her admission. "You deserve better than this… than me."
They were facing each other now, and Azriel could see the emotions in her eyes. "I know this is not the ideal situation, b–but I want to try at least. I know you will be gentle with me." The trust in her eyes almost broke him. How could he touch such a perfect thing? But she wanted him to. Wanted him to do more than just touch… Wanted him to do what he had been dreaming about for months. Who was he to deny her? Besides, they might not survive the night without it. Azriel squeezed his eyes shut one more time before he answered.
"Okay, Angel." He was only a male after all. "But I need you to tell me to stop if I do something you do not like. You have all the control, remember that."
Gwyn blushed and nodded. After a moment, she whispered, "What do we do now?"
Azriel swallowed his growing arousal and said quietly, "Now I kiss you."
"O–oh."
"Too fast?" He asked, concerned.
"N– no." She whispered. "I just thought you would want to just–"
Azriel interrupted her. "I am not them, Angel. I will not just take from you. I will take my time and get you ready for me."
"Oh." She sighed pleasantly. "Well then, continue."
Azriel chuckled softly. She was so cute. But his amusement quickly turned to lust as he stared at her lips. Although they were a little blue on the edges, they looked unbelievably soft and inviting. The blue would fade after he would warm them with his own. Lifting his hand to caress her cheek, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers.
Gwyn let out a little sigh at the contact, and the noise went straight south. It took all of Azriel's strength to not claim her mouth like a wild beast. But he resisted and instead gently caressed her lips with his own, getting her used to the feeling. After a few moments, Gwyn relaxed further into his touch and started to move her mouth against his. Azriel groaned and sped up the kiss slightly, moving his hand from her cheek down to her neck. Gwyn responded by moving her own hand to rest on his chest.
Encouraged, Azriel slid his hand slowly down towards her breasts, but before he reached them, he pulled away from the kiss and asked, "May I?" When she nodded, he resumed kissing her and moved his hand to cup her breast. Azriel groaned at the feel of her. She was so soft under his scarred palm. He wanted to touch her bare skin. But that would come later. Right now he just continued caressing her over her clothes and kissing her sweet mouth.
After a few increasingly desperate kisses, Gwyn moaned into his mouth, "More please." Azriel groaned loudly. She had no idea what she was doing to him. Pressing closer to her, he slanted his mouth over hers and touched his tongue to her lips. Gwyn let out a little gasp, opening her mouth enough for his tongue to gain entrance. His cock was rock hard and throbbing in his pants. He was already feeling warmer.
After a few more open mouth kisses, Azriel felt Gwyn's little tongue meet his. His blood pounded. It took all his strength not to flip her on her back and sink into her warmth. But he did move his hand down her body. She hesitated a little when he reached her hips, and he pulled back his mouth a bit. But before he could ask her if she was okay, Gwyn grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged his mouth back to hers.
Growling, Azriel grabbed her hip and pulled her flush against him. She gasped at the feel of his desire against her. Gently, he maneuvered them so that she was on her back and he was leaning over her, his arousal still pressed against her hip.
"Mmm, Angel." He murmured. "I'm going to touch you now, okay?" Gwyn shivered but nodded. With that, Azriel slid his hand down her leg until he caught the hem of her dress. Then slowly, so slowly, he pulled her dress up, baring her legs. He got a whiff of her arousal then, and it made him almost mad with lust. If this were any other female, he would be buried blissfully deep in her heat by now. But this was Gwyn. Sweet, innocent Gwyn. He would behave only for her.
Gwyn's skin felt so soft and smooth against his rough hands as he dragged his palms up her legs. But as he neared the top of her thigh, she whispered, "Wait."
Azriel stopped instantly. Was she afraid? Did she want to stop? Was he going too fast? But Gwyn only said, "C–can I touch you first?" He sucked in a breath. "I mean if you don't mind that is." She hurried, blushing.
Azriel chuckled huskily. "Of course you can. Touch me anywhere you like. Nowhere is off limits to you." Gwyn's eyes immediately dropped down to the obvious bulge in his leathers. Cauldron. This woman was going to kill him. But when he said she could touch anywhere, he meant it.
Gwyn, however, did not reach for his cock like he had hoped, but instead reached out her delicate hand and placed it on his chest. The touch felt like an electric shock even with his shirt in between their skin. What would it feel like without any barriers? He wanted to find out. No needed to find out.
Placing his rough hand over hers, he moved them down his chest and stomach, stopping at the top of his pants. Gwyn kept her eyes fixed on their hands the whole time. "Here." He said in a strained voice. Gently he slid her hand under his shirt.
Curious but cautious, Gwyn explored his chest. Her little soft hands felt like heaven. She was so delightfully innocent. He wanted to kiss her again. But Azriel restrained himself. Gwyn's featherlight touch moved from his chest down to his stomach. He felt a rush of pride when her breath hitched at the feel of his abs. Azriel knew girls usually loved his muscles, but Gwyn's appreciation felt different. More important. When Gwyn's hand brushed against his leather pants, she hesitated. What was she waiting for? He groaned in his head. Then he remembered. Her last and only experience with that part of a male had been horrific.
"Gwyn." He started gently. "You don't have to. We… we can just kiss some more or just lay here. I'm warm enough already." Azriel looked deeply into her eyes then, searching for any hesitation or fear. But Gwyn's eyes did not show fear, just nervousness and something else he couldn't place.
"No." She answered with more decision than he had anticipated. "I just… I just don't know what to do." She was blushing now, obviously embarrassed. Azriel couldn't help it. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. She was so precious.
"I'll show you." He whispered against her sweet lips. "Just follow my lead." Gently, he placed his hand over hers and slid them together down over his aching cock. They both sucked in a breath at the contact. Even through his pants, Azriel could feel the softness of Gwyn's hand. He desperately wished there was no cloth barrier between them. But for Gwyn's sake he had to take this slow.
Azriel's head dropped down to her neck as she continued to fun her little fingers over his length, exploring. His hands clenched on the ground beside her with the need to grab something. With a squeeze on his cock that made his eyes roll to the back of his head, Gwyn whispered curiously, "It's so… big." With that, Azriel raised his head to look at her. Gwyn was biting her lip and had a nervous look on her face. She was scared. Not of him, but of his size. For probably the first time in his life, Azriel wished he did not have such a large cock.
"I will be gentle, Angel." He said. "We will only go as far as you want to." Her eyes flickered down again before meeting his eyes.
But Gwyn surprised him again by whispering, "C–can I see it?"
Azriel groaned and leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. "Yes Gwyn, you may see it." With that he reached down and started to unlace his stays. It took agonizingly long, even with Gwyn's help; and by the time his cock was free, he was practically dying of need. It was still very dark, but Azriel had let his siphons emit a blue glow that gave them just enough light.
Azriel knew he had a pretty cock. Five hundred years of women and even men had taught him that much. But seeing Gwyn's reaction was better than a thousand words from past lovers. Her teal eyes widened and her lips parted slightly. His balls ached.
When her eyes traveled up his veined length and settled on his weeping tip, Azriel said huskily, "See how much I need you Angel." He gave his shaft a quick pump and groaned.
Gwyn watched with wide eyes, then slowly reached her hand out towards his arousal. But before she reached it, Azriel caught her hand. "If you touch me I will not last. I'm already too close as it is, Gwyn."
"O–oh." She said, drawing her hand back.
Azriel saw the disappointment in her eyes and added, "Not tonight darling, but you may touch me as much as you like another time if you wish." He leaned down and kissed her lightly on her lips. "I'm going to touch you now." He whispered, making her shudder. "Tell me if you do not wish me to, and I will stop."
After hearing no response from Gwyn, Azriel returned his hand to her thigh. This time he did not hesitate, but slid his hand right up to the juncture of her thighs. He found her hot and wet against his fingers. His jaw clenching, Azriel tucked his wings in tighter around them and started to touch her. Gwyn's lips parted in obvious pleasure as his scarred fingers caressed her. Gods she was soft. Azriel groaned to himself. He should not be allowed to touch something so perfect. But Gwyn's gasps of pleasure drowned out his doubts. He wished he could taste her, but if he did so then she would lose the heat of his body on hers. That fantasy would have to wait. For now he focused on bringing her the most pleasure he could.
"Is this okay?" Azriel whispered against her lips as he moved his middle finger down to her sweet entrance. Gwyn gripped the front of his shirt tighter but nodded. Groaning, Azriel slid his finger inside her heat. Oh Cauldron, she was so tight. There was no way she could take him without more preparation. But his traitorous cock sure wanted to try. Grunting, Azriel slid his finger in further, drawing another gasp from Gwyn. With practiced skill, he moved his finger inside her, leaning down to kiss her lips as he did so. Gwyn met his kiss with matching enthusiasm.
When Gwyn had adjusted to his finger, Azriel added another. He couldn't help groaning into her mouth as she clenched around his fingers. His cock twitched in anticipation of that tightness. He didn't think he had ever wanted a female this badly before. Even his lust for Mor had never been this great. But what scared him was the strange pressure in his chest. It was not only lust he felt for this female, but Azriel doubted Gwyn would be ready to hear it yet.
Shaking his thoughts loose, he pulled his lips away from Gwyn's to ask gruffly, "Would you like to come on my fingers or my cock?"
Gwyn was still breathing heavily as her eyes fluttered open to look into his. "I-I want you inside me. N-now please." Her request made him groan. She was still tight, but she was as ready as she'd ever be.
Pulling his fingers from her, Azriel brought them to his mouth and slowly licked them clean. Gwyn watched him with wide eyes. "You taste like heaven, Gwyn." He choked out. She blushed as he leaned down to kiss her lips again. There was no doubt that she would be able to taste herself on his tongue.
Carefully, Azriel shifted himself overtop of her tiny body. No matter how badly he wished to see her naked breasts, he couldn't. The whole reason she had asked this of him was for them to stay warm. And taking off their remaining layers harmed rather than helped. Oh how he wished this was happening back in the safety and warmth of his bed. But if this was to be the only time he got to have Gwyn, then he would make it count.
As he settled over her, his cock brushed against her stomach, making them both draw in a breath. Reaching up, Azriel brushed a stray hair away from Gwyn's face. Her eyes were wide and her breath quick, but she showed no other signs of distress. Still concerned, Azriel whispered, "Are you sure, Gwyn? We don't have to."
But Gwyn reached up a hand to his face, and ran her delicate fingers over his cheek. "I'm sure, Azriel. I've never been more sure in my life. Just… go slow."
Azriel's heart clenched. He kept his one hand on her beautiful face but moved the other down to help line him up with her. Azriel kept his eyes fixed on hers as he pushed the head of his cock inside her.
Their combined gasps filled the air around them. Azriel's eyes rolled to the back of his head at the tight warmth of her. His body screamed at him to move, but he clenched his muscles and held himself still. When he regained some of his control, Azriel looked down at Gwyn's face. She had her mouth open and eyes scrunched closed. Her fists were gripping his shirt in a death grip. Scared for her, Azriel smoothed his hand over her cheek and whispered in concern, "Gwyn?"
At his voice, her eyes fluttered open. Her mouth was still open and she was panting, but the tightness in her face had relaxed a bit. His hand was gripping her hip, trying his best to keep them from shifting too much.
Gwyn gulped before answering, "I-I'm okay. You're just… a lot."
Choking back his groan as her walls tightened around the tip of his cock, Azriel murmured, "I'm sorry, Gwyn. I don't want to hurt you." He would leave her warmth if she wished it, even if it killed him.
With a grunt, Azriel started to pull out. But before he could, Gwyn reached her arms around his back and pulled him closer. The sudden movement not only stopped him from retreating, but it pushed him even further into her. Azriel's mouth opened in a strangled gasp as more of his swollen flesh was hugged by her walls. Gwyn gasped as well and her nails dug into his back, but he hardly felt the pain. Gwyn's grip tightened as she murmured, "No."
"No what, Gwyn?" He groaned, his brain unable to focus clearly.
"No don't s-stop." She answered breathlessly, still clinging to him.
"But I hurt you." Azriel muttered.
"N-no you didn't." Gwyn assured him. "It's not… unpleasant. Just a lot. K-keep going."
Azriel's grip on her hip tightened. His mind still hadn't processed what she said, but his body sure had. With as much care as he could muster, Azriel pushed deeper into her heat. It was heaven. Reaching up, he slid his free hand into Gwyn's red locks. Even with the little amount of sensation left in his scarred hands, he could feel how soft her hair was. Gods there was no one like her in all seven courts and beyond.
As Azriel sheathed himself completely inside her, he leaned down to kiss her pink lips. What had he done to deserve this moment with her? Little did he know, she was thinking the same thing.
Azriel let her adjust to the full size of him for a moment before he started moving. Each movement inside her was pure bliss to Azriel. Gwyn's walls gripped him like a vice every time he tried to pull out before he slid back in. It was like she didn't want him to leave, even for a moment. But the slick he had coaxed from her before made each one of his shallow thrusts go smoothly. Azriel groaned. He had yet to thrust inside her as hard as his body was begging him to do. For now the slow slide was all he had to go on. But watching Gwyn's face as he did so made everything worth it.
Gwyn's eyes were screwed shut and her lips were parted in pleasure. As he moved, Azriel pressed kisses onto her cheeks and forehead. He wanted this to be perfect for her. With one last brush of his lips on her cheek, he moved to kiss her neck. Gwyn's little sighs and moans encouraged him as he pressed open mouth kisses into her tender flesh. All the while his hips shifted, angling his cock to brush against her sweet spot on every thrust. He tried to ignore how close Gwyn's hands were to his wings, but he couldn't help imagining how good it would feel to have her fingers rub against the tender skin. But that would have to wait. Right now was all about her pleasure.
The cold all but forgotten, Azriel shifted her leg up higher, giving him a better angle. With renewed vigor, he began to speed up the strength of his thrusts. Azriel gritted his teeth at the pleasure that ran up his spine. Gwyn was squeezing his cock so tightly that he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Determined to have her finish first, Azriel reached his hand over and rubbed the special spot between her legs. Gwyn gasped and arched her back into his touch. The movement caused his cock to sink even further into her heat. Azriel groaned and his balls tightened.
Gwyn whimpered, "Azriel, I-I'm…"
"Let go, Gwyn." He choked. "Let me feel you."
Gwyn arched into him and clutched him tightly to her. Azriel continued to thrust into her and rub her special nub even as his control weakened. When Gwyn came her face scrunched up in pleasure and she clung to him as if he was the only thing keeping her from falling. Her pleasure rippled through him as her walls gripped him in a vice grip. Azriel groaned loudly and thrust into her three more times before his own pleasure tore through him. Grunting, he buried himself as deep as he could and released his seed deep inside her.
His head dropped to the crook of her neck and he breathed in her scent after he had pulled out of her. Even in his haze of pleasure, he made sure to hold his weight up with his arm so as not to crush her. They just lay there for a few moments breathing in each other's scents.
Azriel's heart beat in sync with Gwyn's as he lay on top of her. He had never felt such a strong feeling towards someone. In his haze, Azriel murmured into Gwyn's neck, "I love you, Gwyn."
Gwyn's intake of breath finally made Azriel's brain register what he had just said. Oh Cauldron. He thought to himself. What had he done? He had never wanted Gwyn to feel pressured or coerced into anything with him just because of his feelings. That was the reason he had never said anything to either Mor or Gwyn. Azriel was just about to explain himself, but Gwyn spoke before he could.
"Y-you love me?" She breathed quietly.
Azriel lifted his head from its place on her neck and looked into her wide eyes. "I…" He started. But the look in Gwyn's eyes did not seem to be fear or rejection, so he changed his mind and decided to just admit it. He was tired of staying silent in fear of rejection. "I love you." He whispered again, while looking into her green eyes.
Gwyn's eyes widened for a moment, but then a small smile spread across her beautiful face. "I love you too, Azriel." She sighed happily, smoothing her fingers over his face. "I love you so very much."
Azriel felt tears rise in his eyes as he looked down at his angel. She loved him! He had never heard more joyous words in all his life. Azriel leaned down to kiss her. She smiled into his kiss. His heart felt like bursting.
They lay like that for the next few hours, exchanging gentle kisses and whispering to each other. All too soon Rhys appeared in the dim light of morning and swept them away to Velaris. But that did not mark the end of their story, but the beginning…
I hope you liked reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Feedback is much appreciated as always! Anyway, I was going to not have them admit they loved each other, but then I remembered that this is fiction and I can write whatever my heart chooses lol :) So I decided that even if it's out of character, Azriel was gonna get his happy ending sooner rather than later. I also had debated switching povs back and forth like most of my other fics, but in the end I liked the challenge of writing from only one pov and most Gwynriel fics I read are from Gwyn's pov, so here's my take on what's inside Azriel's brain. God I just want to hug the little baby. He deserves the world. At least he gets Gwyn :) I don't think I'm gonna continue this fic. It was meant to be a one shot and it is. But it probably won't be the last I write about Gwynriel so follow me if you want to read more acotar content in the future. Gosh this end note is longgg. Well, have a wonderful day!