Breakfast in Bed

N/A · 11-20-2020, 12:06 AM

A scoff and a grin were drawn from Azriel when Fel teasingly celebrated his courage in coming to join them. Even he had to admit that he'd surprised himself when he got up, but it was not something he'd admit out loud. "I'm loathe to back down from a challenge," Azriel remarked with a note of dry humor in his voice, meeting her where she was with a flash of white teeth in an uneven smile. His grey eyes flashed with mirth, the impish smirk only faltering the slightest when he felt the silken boa that was Fel's tail snaking its way over his hip and thigh. He was glad his teeth were already closed; it helped to silence the inhale of breath it made him take, caught off guard by the silver and charcoal fae. He'd shift closer to her when she wriggled her way closer to him, ensuring there wasn't a part of their sides that wasn't touching. It was easy to do when she fit almost perfectly into the crook of his torso. Ironically, Sibyl seemed to fit like a puzzle piece next to Fel as well, and all three tessellated so well together it was humorous.

Now that it was apparent that Fel was starting to warm up to him some, Azriel decided to be a little more bold. No more playing it so close to the chest; both ladies were looking to him to come out and play, so play he would. With Sibyl on one side of her still pressed up, Azriel would bend his muzzle down to brush his snout along the edge of Fel's ear, down to where it met her skull. With all of them pressed this close together, he could take in the full experience that she was. His previous assumption on her meticulous grooming habits had not done justice to her. Fel's fur was unbelievably soft, and the lingering scent of the soap she used clung to her, mixing with her natural aroma to create a heady perfume that was distinctly hers. It did make him wonder just what Sibyl would smell like once she used the same soaps... The warmth of the sun was rivaled by the warmth of her body as she lay, exhibited and lascivious for them, the look in her eyes coaxing primal urges from within him. Slowly, Azriel would bring a paw around to reach for Fel's side, wondering just how she would feel beneath that stunning fur...

The sudden scurrying movement from Sibyl caught Azriel's attention, and the brute froze partway through his movements to watch as she walked off with her characteristic sashay to fetch the bottle of mead for them. His eyes lit up and his grin returned. Ah, this was about to get interesting! "You always know how to make things even more fun, Sib." Azriel sat up with some reluctance to separate from Fel, taking the bottle from Sibyl with a gracious tip of his head to her. He took a short sip for taste, letting them flavors of sweet honey and bitter alcohol race across his tongue. It was damn good, and—Fel had been right—a welcome change to flavorless water. He took a longer draught after his sampling, then set the flask between Fel and Sibyl for either one to help themselves.

"That is good stuff," he said, licking the remnants from his lips as he reclined to his back next to Fel again, peering at her with seeking eyes. "Is it from your pack? Did they make this?" This was the first time he had mentioned Aerie. Fel hadn't told them, but he'd gotten some information about her family over the last few days. There was no prying, no hunting in his question. He wasn't playing a game or solving a puzzle right now. Azriel was merely enjoying his time with Fel and Sibyl. He watched her face for any signs that he was crossing a line he shouldn't be. He was finally getting Fel to warm up to him; the last thing he wanted now was to take any steps back.

"Speech" — Thoughts

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