Based off my Imagine Azriel post.
He woke with his shadows dancing around him. Fingers gripping at his bed sheets as his breathing calmed. Safe. He was safe. Still, it took a moment for his breathing to relax and heart to beat normally.
Moonlight streamed through his windows, the stars barley slightly visible through his sheer curtains. The sky was there, he remembered, he could fly away. He wasn’t chained anymore. His wings were his own, his shadows were his own. When he thought he was calm, he turned around.
Elaine’s naked body was draped across his bed, a small smile on her soft lips. His heart began thumping for a different reason. It wasn’t the first time they’d shared a bed. It wasn’t even the first time they had claimed each other in a way that seemed impossibly intimate. It wasn’t the first time she’d stayed in his bed. And yet, everytime he woke to find her there, it shocked him. The fact she picked him, claimed him, decided that he was good enough… he rolled over to her, dragging her body into his and holding her tightly. His rock in a storm, that’s what she was. He didn’t hesitate to pepper kisses on her cheek, working down to the corner of her lips and back to her cheek. He had loved Mor for five hundred years. He had been infatuated by her. But Elaine, he was forehead deep in feelings for her and there was no saving him.
He flared out his wings and cocooned them around themselves. She was his, and he was hers and they were infinite.
A slow hand moved down to her hip, drawing unintentional patterns on her skin which caused a small gasp to escape her lips.
“I love you,” he murmured,voice weighed down with sleep. She took a moment to respond.
“I know,” she purred, moving her hips back into his crotch. “I can fell the full extent of it.” He laughed at her quip, giving her cheek a soft kiss. “Would it be possible for me to love you more?” She whispered, one eye creeping open.
“Maybe,” he whispered back. “We have an infinity if time to figure it out.” She turned around in his arms, head settling on his heart. He blushed, knowing she could feel how ridiculously fast it was pounding. He moved a hand down to play with her hair.
“Only you could make me want to live forever Azriel,” she murmured, drifting back to sleep. The words stunned him that it took far too long for him to reply.
“Only you could make me start living after an infinity of just surviving,” he said delicately. Holding her tightly through the night and far past the morning. Just because he could. Just because he had forever to do so.