Even to this day, the fae woman could hardly understand how it was that he managed to awaken within her a boldness unlike anything she's known or felt. Yes, Lani had once been capable of standing up for herself and others, despite that less than fondly remembered moment where Frost had so invaded her space consequently. Once, she had been confident enough to speak her mind when and where it seemed appropriate or needed, and yet, it wasn't the same as those very feelings and sensations Andras alone seemed capable of calling forth. While the blue-eyed blonde had been known in her past life to be stubborn, perhaps even subtly defiant in the most extreme (and rare) moments, the difference between then and now couldn't be any vaster. Despite the years that have passed, it had been entirely impossible for Lani to forget how she and the fae man met, the sun having yet to fully rise on the eastern horizon of the city she'd only just moved to a few days before. Even when he'd effortlessly crushed her camera, she hadn't fled from him in terror as he'd surely expected her to. Instead, she'd been curious about him, drawn to him in a way that she hadn't been able to describe at the time. Now, as this memory flickers fleetingly across the back of her mind, Lani remembers that early morning as the very first time she'd felt the spark in her spirit evoked by the one who - entirely unbeknownst to her - would change her entire world in more ways than she could have dared to think possible. There, in that clearing somewhere on the outskirts of Hyde Park, it had begun. Never had Lani been the sort to smile in a sultry way at another soul, blush-colored lips having only known what it was like to smile brightly or warmly at the world that surrounded her... and yet, she could think of several moments where she'd given him such a look. For all the determination she'd had before meeting the fae man, there was a fierceness only he seemed to stir within Lani, the blue-eyed blonde woman who had never flirted or teased before, never... loved someone to the point that not even absolute heartbreak could vanquish the feelings only he sparked to life in her.

It had been altogether new and somewhat frightening to her once, all those unfamiliar and certainly unexpected sensations. And even as she meets his hazel gaze alight with envious fury, baby blue eyes fierce and daring as that long-buried fire dances within her gaze, Lani's own subconscious was surprised as she answers his challenge without falter.

Tenor tones growl down to the fae woman, hazel eyes still burning with that fury to be feared by any who might be subjected to those flames, but it was under the weight of her revelation that there'd been no one but him who has occupied every part of her heart, mind, and soul which has Andras stilling, tensing as he searches her face... How very true it was, that she had only ever thought of - and loved - him, even before coming to Sacrosanct and every day thereafter. She hadn't come to the city in search of love or companionship, having only wanted to see the world beyond the one she knew and to chase those dreams of becoming a well-known photographer. How easily she could have decided against venturing into the depths of the park in the earliest hours of morning or taken a different trail entirely. She would have never seen him there in that tree, never would have taken that picture... and, in turn, she would never have known him. It was as though fate had decided they were destined to find one another, long before Lani had even thought of leaving Willowhaven. No, she hadn't ever really put much thought into what it would be like to fall in love, but she had anyway. With Andras, despite her head determinedly trying to tell her heart that it wouldn't last, that he'd never love someone like her. How wildly wrong it had been in its ignorance. And, even though the life she'd led up until now had proven infinitely more painful and heartbreaking far from anything she would wish on another soul... she understands now that she wouldn't, couldn't take back having met and fallen for the fae lord. There had been days where she'd cried in the confines of her childhood bedroom, wishing desperately that her heart would forget the fae man and the way she'd felt so that it wouldn't seem so impossible to breathe without him. And yet, it mattered not how many tears fell from her baby blue eyes or how many sleepless hours she spent asking, begging, the moon and her silent, glittering companions to take away that seemingly endless ache in her heart that seized each and every beat. Still, her heart held so tightly onto him and the memories they'd made together. She hadn't been able to forget the way he'd smiled gently at her or how they'd danced that afternoon during the Winter Solstice Festival. After three years, the fae woman remembers so vividly when Ida told her that Andras had seen to it that the entire living area of the lodge in Somnia was decorated in glittering Christmas lights and garland, a great and majestic fir the centerpiece of it all, its branches so meticulously dressed in shining orbs of gold, ivory, and silver... He'd done all that for her. Through it all, she'd never been able to stop loving him.

She ushers those words again, pressed there against between him and the brick wall, the fierceness within her baby blue gaze having softened ever so slightly at the taste of them. There's a weight that seems to lift from her heart in that moment, as though she'd been holding onto that confession for so long that it had become a true stone in her chest.

There is a shift as the fury and envy seems to release its wicked grasp on the fae man in those fleeting moments that had felt like hours rather than seconds. In its place, the fae woman can see, feel, the desire rising to the surface. She does not miss the way that, even in his anger, those hazel eyes fall to her lips nor is she unaware of those shadows that brush against her fair skin as gently as the softest whisper from a lover's lips. They are cool upon her skin as they trace the curve of her cheeks and blush-colored lips, and Lani finds that she welcomes their gentle embrace so unlike the wickedness she'd witnessed them capable of once. As if in answer, in some strange yet instinctive reaction, the fae woman feels the familiar warmth of her own desire spreading through her slender frame. It mingles with the fierceness still dancing there within her gaze at first as she challenges the fae man, asking him if he needed her to prove her words true. When he gives her his answer, their eyes so entirely focused upon one another that the entire world beyond them could have ended and they might not have noticed, the fae woman needs no further coaxing and surrenders to him and the desire that begins to swim so freely through her. The taste of his lips ignited that fire within her, as though it needed only to remember the taste of him again. She allows her slender fingertips to explore his skin in a way they hadn't before, fearless and full of want, deepening that second kiss only to find her own desire threatening to overwhelm her. To think that only moments ago, he had been furious and she wanting to forget that tonight had ever happened! Everything else falls away around her now, the fancy restaurant and the despicable company she'd kept utterly lost to the fae woman as she surrounds every one of her senses around him. The heavy lust that clung to his scent and bled rapidly into her own, the breathlessness she was no stranger to whenever it was that they would kiss... that was all she could taste, hear, and feel now. A nearly ravenous, predatory groan rumbles from Andras then and he eagerly meets that third kiss, pressing her firmly against the wall, those bricks beneath his fisted hands once again crumbling and crackling under the sheer power of him. She presses her lips into him further, her tongue brushing against his like long-lost lovers would embrace, and only when she feels the need for air does the fae woman reluctantly pull away from him, completely aware of the soft sound of his disapproval as she did, though Lani is entirely inclined to let her lips linger only a breath away from his. His head is presses against hers for a moment, their breath shallow and ragged beneath the climbing desire that seemed to very nearly swallow them now.

Whispered words reach for the fae man, baby blue eyes burning with bold passion and entirely aware of the way that he shudders beneath her fingertips that brush against his skin. He sucks in a breath, as if grasping at the few tattered strands of his self-control... and yet, the heavy desire burning within his hazel depths tells Lani that it was only a matter of time...

He watches her with that heavy gaze of desire and longing in silence for a moment more when the faint smile draws her glittering baby blue gaze to his lips fleetingly, that warmth of want and desire bringing a soft smile to her own as he murmurs down to her..."Maybe"... It was such a small word, and yet, as it falls from Andras in a heavy, husky breath, it is enough to send the fae woman's heart racing. Andras leans in and she tastes his lips again, her own eager to meet his in that tender embrace before he moves to trail his lips along the skin of her cheek. It was like fire through her veins, rendering Lani breathless as lashes flutter closed in wordless pleasure, those fingertips upon the waist of his pants now daring to slip just barely under the fitted fabric, pinned there between his lower abdomen and the clothing that served as a boundary between them. She tilts her head back, silently pleading for his lips against the soft skin of her neck as his tongue brushes lightly against her shoulder before he places a nip upon the skin here. Her breaths quicken under the rapid beating of her heart as he murmurs into her, those slender fingers tightening just slightly on the band of his pants as baby blues close to savor each soft kiss he leaves. Memories take her back to that cabin and the bed they'd shared, how he'd touched her in ways no one ever had, left her so, so weak.... He's said those same words then, and now, she finds that her answer was the same..."I want you, Andras", she answers breathlessly. And, while her answer was the same as it had been all those years ago, there is now a certainty, a fearlessness within her words as her desire for the fae man leaves no room for anything else, every part of her craving him in every sense. Lani can feel him as he pins her with his hips, that... hardness pressing, pulsing against her and sending that fire through her body and soul all over again as her fingers grip tighter at the waist of his pants while the other slides so very slowly back to the chiseled muscle of his chest. She's unable to stifle a soft moan as he nips the skin of her neck, his heated breath sinking deeply into her, that pull towards him ushered forth by the fierce and almost instinctive desire that illuminated her half-closed eyes. His hushed tenor tones are very nearly lost on her between the gentle nips he places upon her neck, every sense of hers battling for control against the others."Yes...", she breathes, that one word all she can manage as he begins to kiss her skin again, trailing his lips along her cheek before, at last, they meet her own softly, and she revels in their taste as though there was nothing she craved more. She nearly whimpers as he pulls away, everything in the fae woman silently protesting at the absence of him.

Baby blues bright with desire stare deeply into dark, predatory hazel as he warns her that he may not be able to stop himself, the sensation of that shadowy tendril brushing teasingly against the curve of her lips coaxing a sultry smile."Then... don't stop....", she whispers to him then, dark lashes blinking slowly up at Andras, daring and lustful.