Cass and Az

Your entire body aches, your legs and lungs screaming at you for a break, your eyes burning as sweat crawls down from your forehead. Cassian and Azriel had been training you for hours now. How many? You weren't sure. They were relentless, pushing you harder and harder, day after day to help with your strength and skill in combat. Staying focused on their instructions was a challenge in itself when they were shirtless... each sporting miles of perfect tanned skin and toned muscles that glistened with sweat, their Illyrian tattoos dancing as their muscles flexed and strained~ "AGAIN!" Cassian barked, ripping you from your distracted fantasies. "Aim for the stomach." Azriel added, his tone calmer and more intense than Cassian's, his wings flaring as he raised his fists in the defensive position he'd taught her.