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parttimewriter-fulltimefangirl · 6 years

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Jotober Day 2: Tranquil

I was never the type of person to enjoy big parties. The crowded area, the noise, the smell of sweat lingering in the air as everyone danced together. I get the hype around tonight though. It’s the eighth grade farewell dance. Some people we’ll see in high school, others we won’t. Some friendships will break, and some will get stronger. That’s kind of why I’m out here. My best friend, Manuel, is in there, having the time of his life. He’s talking with Drew and the other guys on the basketball team. I’m friends with them by association, so I doubt they’d talk to me by the time we’re freshmen. Manuel wasn’t confused when I told him that I wanted some fresh air. He knows that this isn’t really my thing. That’s a friendship I know will last, and that thought brings me comfort as I sit here on this bench, taking in the stillness and quiet of the night.

I hear crickets chirping, the warm breeze passing through. I look up at the full moon, watching it cast it’s glow on the fountain, making the dark water look ethereal. My school really went out by booking us this hall for our last dance. I wish I could appreciate it like everyone else is, but I can’t. All of that craziness going on in there is way too much. But being out here, in the tranquility of the summer night is more my style.

I hear footsteps coming up from behind me. I don’t want to turn around, fearing that this spell of serenity will break. But I don’t have to turn around. The person sits on the bench, clearing their throat. I look through the corner of my eye to see Tommy Chen, one of the best basketball players at school. He’s looking at me, as if I have to be the one to talk first.

“Yes?” I ask quietly. I really don’t want to ruin this vibe that enveloped the night because someone wanted to talk to me.

He clears his throat again. “Um, I saw that you left, and I-I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m good. It was just too crowded in there. I needed some fresh air,” I explain.

He nods. “Yeah, I get it. So…”

“So…”

“Th-the stars look really pretty tonight,” he tries to make conversation, but I can’t help but want to tease him.

“You know who else looks really pretty tonight?” I ask. He looks so confused right now that I want to laugh. How does he now know this?

“Who?” Tommy asks, tilting his head a bit.

“You,” I say before bursting into laughter. He groans, realizing what I did. He playfully pushes me, and I can’t help but notice that his cheeks are a little pink. Aww, he’s one of those people who get embarrassed easily. I feel a little bad for teasing him.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe out, still recovering from my laughing fit.

“It’s fine,” he says, rolling his eyes. “So, what are you really doing out here?”

“I told you. I just wanted some fresh air.”

“Bell, you’ve been gone for almost half an hour.”

Crap. It’s been that long? Manuel might actually be a little worried now.

“Manuel asked me to check on you actually. He’s kind of busy trying not to look like a fool in front of Nico.”

I sigh. “First Gwen, now Nico. At least Gwen was single.”

Tommy shrugs. “The heart wants what it wants.”

I only sigh again, looking up at the sky. “Well, to answer your question, it’s not my thing.”

“What is?”

I wave my hand around. “All of this. The dresses, the pictures, the dancing, the people. I’d much rather be chilling at home with some Netflix. I only came because Manuel insisted he needed his best friend with him tonight.”

Tommy nods. “And now that he’s so distracted by his crush, you feel like you came for nothing.”

“Well, kinda. But it’s mostly the whole scene here. I mean, you’re a jock, so you’re constantly surrounded by people and noise. I’d rather have my peace and quiet out here. I’m not really into outdoorsy stuff either, but sitting out here, watching the moon cast it’s light over us and the stars shine. It’s calming.”

Tommy stays silent for a few seconds before softly saying, “I don’t really like all that noise either. Sometimes, I need a break. You mind if I stay out here with you? I promise I’ll stay quiet.”

I give him a small smile. “Yeah, sure.”

So, we sit there. It’s nice and calm and beautiful. One of the things I love about my friendship with Manuel is that there can be comfortable silence between us. We simply enjoy being around each other, and I didn’t think I’d have that with anyone else until tonight. Until Tommy.

Spending time with my friend as we watch the stars that so many other people are seeing right now, I can’t help but feel at peace.

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theladyofdeath · 7 years

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First Comes Love. {Rowaelin}

Warning: slightly smutty. AU.

In celebration of reaching 1.5k, I asked who you all would want to read (smut) about. I received Lysaedion (which has been done!), Rowaelin (which you are about to enjoy - hopefully), and Feysand (coming soon). Thank you for reading my junk, and I hope this gives you nice, happy vibes! Let me know what you think. :)

“I’m exhausted.”

Rowan glanced at Aelin, who was leaning back in the passenger seat, her eyelids had fluttered shut, and her feet were resting bare on the dash.

He admired her long, black dress, the way it was hitched up to her midthigh as she was finally able to relax after a long night of dancing. They would be getting married the next week, with only their closest friends and immediate family attending the ceremony on the hills of the countryside of Terrasen, overlooking the mountains.

Lysandra and Aedion had put together a surprise party to celebrate the couple, a formal occasion full of everything informal. Half way through the night, Aelin and Aedion had gotten into a brawl that made Aelin rip the side of her dress.

However, she still wore it confidently. It gave her a reason to show off her long, tanned legs.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, gathering her hand in his as his eyes drifted back to the dark, starlit night.

“You’ve mentioned that multiple times tonight,” she laughed, softly.

“That’s how you know I mean it.”

Aelin loved Rowan for many reasons, but one that had captured her heart immediately was how he told her, every day, how beautiful she was, repeatedly, with the same love and affection as if it were the first time coming from his lips.

“You just like to build my confidence,” Aelin crooned, peeking through her side-eye.

Rowan chuckled. “You don’t need your confidence built, Fireheart.”

It was true, and one of the things that drew Rowan to Aelin. He saw her for the first time on his first day at University. She was in his College Introduction class, and when she first stood up to introduce herself, she flipped her hair over her shoulder, held her chin up high, and grinned. My name is Aelin Galathynius, she had said, her smooth, silky voice making Rowan weak in the knees. My major is Criminal Justice, and I enjoy rock climbing and fencing. Oh, and I’m a blackbelt in karate.

“What are you thinking about?”

Rowan jumped, unaware he was lost in his thoughts. Aelin was watching him, now, affectionately.

With a grin, he answered, “The day we met.”

“I could see you drooling from across the room.”

Rowan laughed, shaking his head. “I was not drooling. Not physically, anyway.”

“We can agree to disagree,” she stated, running her fingers up his thigh.

The two had taken backroads home, just as they preferred it. They hadn’t passed anyone in thirty minutes, giving the couple some much needed peace and quiet away from the lights and traffic of the city.

“Do you think anything will change once we’re married?” Aelin asked, causing Rowan to watch her, concerned. “Lysandra told me we’re like an old married couple already, and we haven’t even had the ceremony yet.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Rowan raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t that the goal? To be an old married couple?”

“Well, yeah, but I feel like that’s what people say when you’ve become boring. I don’t want to be boring. I don’t want to lose that spark, that…..spontaneous love.”

Rowan stayed quiet for a long time, reflecting before he said something that she would take the wrong way. “Do you feel like we have? Lost our spark?”

Aelin shook her head. “I remember when we first started dating, and we made out in the men’s restroom because we randomly ran into each other on our way to class.”

Rowan barked a laugh. “And that was romantic to you? It smelled like piss in there, and we were crammed -”

Scrunching up her nose, Aelin cut him off, “Romantic? No. Spontaneous? Passionate? Hell yeah. I love our life, Ro, but everything is so planned out now. Which I understand, that’s life, but it would be nice if every now and the – wait, whoa, what are you doing?”

Without saying a word, Rowan pulled off onto the shoulder, put the car in park, and turned off the lights. “Being spontaneous.”

Turquoise eyes narrowed as he unbuckled his seatbelt, then leaned over to unbuckle hers. “We’re too old for this.”

Rowan laughed, sliding his hand up to cradle her cheek. “I agree.”

“I love it,” she whispered, as his lips drew closer. “I love you.”

Rowan pushed his seat back, and tugged on Aelin’s hand until she was straddling his lap. Aelin’s knee hit the horn in the process, causing Rowan to erupt into a fit of laughter before Aelin was sitting snugly on his lap, in his arms.

“If I have to be the one on top, you can’t laugh,” she said, but to her dismay, she was unable to keep from laughing herself.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, amusement still coating his tone. “Forgive me?”

“I guess,” she sighed, as her lips pressed firmly against his. She tasted of raspberry wine, a flavor that tasted much better, in Rowan’s opinion, coming from her tongue.

Her favorite.

Strong, calloused hands wandered up her dress, lifting the sleek, lightweight fabric over her head. Her hair, which was earlier in a braided, twisted up-do, now had strands falling gently down her shoulders and back.

Rowan admired her body, as he had a hundred times before. He was still amazed, utterly speechless, at her beauty, after the four years they had spent together.

Aelin reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, and watched Rowan’s expression, as she always did, as her breasts fell free. Rowan’s fingers drifted up her sides, lightly brushing her skin, until strong hands were cupping her breasts.

Aelin’s head tilted back as the moon outlined her body, and Rowan found himself in a state of awe and adoration.

Her lips found his, once more, as her slender fingers found the buttons of his shirt, one by one, until she was pushing it down his forearms and flinging it in the back of the Jeep.

Rowan remembered when Aelin thought he was a brute when they first met. He had introduced himself to her after class, leaning against the wall with his palm against the paint, and one foot crossed behind the other. Then, he had his hair down to his shoulders, but it was tied high in a bun at the back of his head. He was trying to puff out his chest muscles, without her noticing, but she had recently admitted that she knew what he was doing. He was trying to impress her, and apparently, through some miracle, it had worked.

He didn’t say much, other than his name. He was quiet, reserved, but Aelin kind of liked that. She enjoyed the mystery of Rowan Whitethorn.

By this time, as the two were pressed against each other in the front seat of their Jeep, there was no more mystery. The two knew each other as if they were one in the same, an extension of one another’s bodies, of their souls.

Aelin slid out of her panties, one leg at a time.

“Do with me what you wish,” Rowan whispered, as his fingers reached in between her thighs in a tease, “Aelin Galathynius.”

“Aelin Galathynius Whitethorn,” she corrected, then added an, “almost.”

She tugged down his pants, then his briefs, until he sprang free, his cock grazing the inside of her thigh.

With roaming hands drifting up her bare back, Aelin set herself gingerly on top of him, and a soft breath escaped Rowan as she brought herself down.

Making love to Aelin was like being in a land of snow and pine, stunned in the glory of a goddess. Rowan never understood it before her, how someone could completely capture your mind and soul during sex. How sex could be more than just a meaningless, minuscule, momentary sensation.

Sex with Aelin was different. It brought them closer, both mentally and physically. It made Rowan feel like he wasn’t alone, like he was worth loving, worth the amount of love she had, and wanted, to give to him. It made him feel invincible, on top of the world. No one could diminish the high he received from being nothing but a blur of skin and sweat with his future wife.

Aelin’s hips softly ground against Rowan’s, as her arms wrapped around his neck and their breathing became one in the same, the two of them wrapped up in their own little circle of the world, on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.

“Aelin,” he moaned, as her body moved faster against his.

Soft cries came from her lips as they brushed Rowan’s ear, his jaw, his neck. Her nails clawed at his chest, at his perfectly sculpted abdomen, as he grabbed her hips and pulled her down, continuously, until a sweet sweat began to drip down his forehead.

He cursed, out of habit, as utter euphoria consumed him.

She screamed his name as he pulled her down, one final time, as tears filled her eyes, and a small, sweet, breathy laugh escaped her.

They stared at one another, dwelling in the silence, turquoise meeting dark, haunting green, gasping for air under the moonlight.

Aelin fell into Rowan’s chest, resting her face in his shoulder nook.

“We can be spontaneous,” he whispered, voice raspy and growing weary.

“If this is what married life is going to be like,” Aelin giggled, “then I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I knew you only loved me for my body.”

She raked her fingers through his cropped, silver hair, and smiled, “The rest of you is okay, too, Buzzard.”

#maybe ill stop writing smut #i suck at it #oh well #rowaelin #oneshot

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