Feysand (modern AU)
Tagging: @feysand-all-the-way @nezumi17
Their first Christmas as a couple. It was Christmas Eve and Rhys’s inner circle of friends had just left. Wrapping paper was strewn across the rug in front of the roaring fire.
Feyre lay curled up on the couch under a thick faux fur blanket, head resting on the armrest. She was near dozing off when the cushions sank on the other end. A hand tapped her shoulder.
“Anything you want, darling?” Rhys asked. “Cassian and Amren left a mess, so we have to clean it up.”
Sitting up, the blanket fell off down and she shivered. “Fuzzy socks and hot cocoa, please. I love you,” she said, her voice sweet. He rolled his eyes, but headed to their bedroom to get her a pair of fuzzy socks, returning to the main area and tossing them at her head. “Hey! Not nice!”
His laughter trailed him to the kitchen updated with all the latest cooking appliances, since Feyre couldn’t cook very well. It was either undercooked or burnt. But Rhysand, he was a master in the kitchen.
Feyre slipped on her fuzzy socks and softly padded to the kitchen with the blanket still wrapped around her. Rhys had his back to her as he opened and shut cabinets, finding the ingredients he needed.
Pots clanged as he pulled one of the rack and put it onto the stove, pouring milk into it. As the milk heated, he measured out three tablespoons of cocoa powder and four of sugar into a small bowl. A generous dash of cinnamon was added to the mixture, and a cinnamon stick thrown into the pot. Nutmeg and cardamom were also mixed in.
When the milk was boiling, Rhys flicked the knob and lowered the temperature before dumping the cocoa powder and sugar and spices into the pot. A dash of vanilla extract was added, if it could be called a dash.
Leaning against the entryway, Feyre unexpectedly sneezed, starling Rhysand. He whipped around, dripping spoon in hand, a gentle smile gracing his features. His violet eyes twinkled with laughter.
“Bless you, Feyre, darling,” he laughed. She glared, interrupted by another sneeze. And a third. Rhys roared with laughter, raven hair gleaming as he shook his head.
“The cocoa’s burning, prick,” she pointed out, sniffing deeply as she gestured toward the stove. Rhysand shrieked, turning off the heat and moving the pot to a cool burner. It was Feyre’s turn to chuckle as she headed toward her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face into the dip between his shoulder blades. Inhaling, she breathed in his scent of salt and citrus that never seemed to fade, no matter the season.
Rhys relaxed, reaching over to pull two clean mugs out of the rack for drying dishes. He poured a generous amount into each mug, plopping a handful of mini marshmallows and a sprinkle of cinnamon onto each. His girlfriend let go of his waist, pulling her face out of his back as he turned around, mugs in hand.
Steam swirled up into the air, fading into oblivion. Feyre took hers carefully, so not to spill any of the precious treasure she had acquired. The molten chocolate with extra cinnamon was something only Rhys did, and only for her. She smiled at him, eyes twinkling with love and joy.
“Thank you so much, Rhys,” she said, taking a sip and burning her tongue. “Hot, hot, hot!”
Rhys chuckled. “Well, Feyre, what did you expect? It hasn’t had time to cool,” he replied. Feyre glared, but followed him as he headed toward the couch.
Once Feyre and Rhysand were seated on the couch under mountains of fleece blankets, she reached for the remote on the arm of the couch. She opened up Netflix on their 55-inch TV screen and chose Home Alone.
Rhys chuckled, “We’re watching that movie? Haven’t you seen that, what, a thousand times already?”
“It’s a classic,” Feyre protested, selecting the play option. Setting the remote down, she curled up into her boyfriend’s chest, sipping her cocoa and sighing.
A short while into the movie, Feyre finished her cocoa and set the empty mug on the small coffee table in front of the couch. Eyelids drooping, she pressed a kiss to Rhys’s nose and curled back up against his warm, broad chest. His arms wrapped around her, enveloping her in his salt and citrus scent.
“I love you,” she whispered sleepily. She heard his reply of, “I love you, too, darling,” before the sweet darkness greeted her with promises of dreams.
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It had suddenly become very hard to look at anything but her feet. Also, had it been this hot in the room before? Feyre let out a breath and forced herself to look up.
Halfway through the motion her courage left her and she ended up looking at Rhys’ chest. At the chest that was covered by a thin black cotton shirt that was tight enough to show the cut of his muscles.
She swallowed hard. Then, swallowed again. “How much of that did you hear?”
A beat of silence followed and Feyre dared to raise her eyes a little higher. She stopped at his jawline, watching him nervously lick his lips, then bite the lower one. “Enough.”
His voice wasn’t nearly as quietly worried as hers and that was what made her finally look into his eyes. He was already looking at her, a strange warmth in them.
At her raised eyebrow, he gave her a roguish smirk and said in a slightly high pitched voice, “We didn’t have sex. But god damn, Mor.”
Feyre groaned, blushing and fighting a smile at the same time. She bit her lip, shaking her head and dared a step closer. “So, what?”
Rhys took a step closer, too, shrugging his shoulders lazily but still smirking like a cat. “Nothing. I just particularly liked that bit.”
“Yeah?” Feyre asked, feeling breathless and tilting her head back to more easily look at him. The space between them had disappeared rapidly and much too soon, he was standing before her, his head tilted down, hands out of his pockets.
“Yeah.” He replied. It sounded more like a sigh and she felt his breath across her face. She tried to hide her shiver, but the way his grin widened told her, he could tell.
Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and despite the mortification of having this - whatever this was - out in the open, she couldn’t help but be glad for this moment. Her and Rhys, alone, standing close enough to share breath and looking at each other like.. like..
“What are we doing, Rhys?” Feyre asked, suddenly. “What is this?”
Something flashed across his face. Feyre might have thought it was panic, but she couldn’t be sure.
Rhys slid one of his hands back into his pocket and despite not moving, it felt as though there was more space between them now. “What do you think this is, Feyre?”
She hadn’t lied to Mor. She hadn’t thought of this as more than just two people having fun. But, with the way he looked at her and the way her body reacted to that, it felt like more than just a casual thing. But, she wouldn’t be the one to say that. Not to him of all people. Rhys was Rhys.
He had over two hundred thousand followers on his instagram, most of them girls who were hoping for him to get in their pants and the guy who was all flirty remarks and jokes. She wouldn’t be the stupid girl, who fell for him when he was just looking to have some fun.
So, Feyre steeled herself and cocked her head and gave him a casual, dismissing shrug. “A bit of fun. Just letting off some steam and distracting ourselves from life.”
Rhys looked at her for a long moment. He didn’t breathe, didn’t blink, didn’t move an inch. And then his lips pulled back into a smirk and he asked, “Is that all I am to you? Fun and distraction?”
“Yeah.” She said and added quickly, “Isn’t that what I am to you?”
“Sure, Feyre.” Rhys replied, winking at her and giving her that smile that made all the girls melt. “Whatever you want, darling.”
She couldn’t help but feel that the air between them felt different somehow. Maybe, he hadn’t bought her half-assed attempt to deflect. Maybe, he thought she was in love with him. And that thought alone made her fume.
“I’m not some hopeless girl, who falls in love with every guy she hooks up with, so stop looking at me like that.” Her voice were cold and she had the sudden urge to cross her arms.
“I didn’t say that.” His voice was suddenly defensive. “And I didn’t think it either. But you shouldn’t be so quick to assume, that I’m not the type of guy that falls for the smartest and prettiest girl he has ever seen.”
Her mouth fell open. “I- what?”
He let out a humourless laugh. “Listen, Feyre. I don’t know what’s happening and I wasn’t going to assume anything, but I thought that we had a connection. That we had the potential to be more than just fuck buddies.”
Feyre made a face at the words and he gave her a grim smile.
“But if all you want from me is sex, then that’s fine, too. I appreciate your honesty.”
“Wow.” Feyre gasped. “Ok, wait. Stop.”
Her mind was a mess. Full of jumbled thoughts and she couldn’t help but note the defeated look in his eyes.
When she spoke next, her voice was lower and tinted with something, she didn’t want to call hope. “You think I’m the smartest and prettiest girl you have ever seen?”
He rolled his eyes. Actually rolled his eyes, but the beginnings of a smile were tugging at his lips. “I don’t think, I know. There’s no one in this world, smarter or more attractive than you. Why do you think I was flirting with you all. the. time?”
Feyre was sure she was gaping. “But- but you flirt with everyone.”
“Do I?” He asked and leaned closer. Suddenly the air felt heated again and Feyre’s mind flashed back to the many times they had gone out together.
She remembered girls walking up to him. Remembered him laughing and talking, but she didn’t remember a single instance of him leaving with one. Maybe she had been too caught up in her own tangled romantic affairs, but she had always assumed that he was a heartbreaker. But now, thinking about it, the only times he did flirt, it had been with her.
It felt as though the world had slipped from underneath her feet and she was reeling. Their eyes met and Feyre could do nothing but stare at him.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I did.” He said, giving her a sad smile. “I didn’t think there was a way for me to be more obvious in stating my interest, but here we are.”
“Oh my god.” Feyre whispered, more to herself and then she was biting her lip. “I’m so sorry.” She thought back to all the times, she had his flirting and compliments as mindless teasing or him just being him.
“For what?” Rhys asked, brows furrowing. “You don’t owe me an apology. You don’t owe me anything.”
“No, I know that.” Feyre said quickly. “But I’m sorry for dismissing you. For all the times I just didn’t see you.”
Slowly, he gave her a smile. A smile that was at once sad and breathtaking and unwillingly, Feyre’s eyes began to fill with tears.
His smile faded and then he was reaching out for her, cupping her cheeks and whispering, “Please, don’t cry.”
But her tears were already falling and Feyre covered his hands with her own, loosing a sob and then laughing. “I’m sorry. I just- you aren’t just fun and distraction. You’re-”
She let out another sob. “You’re more than that.” She whispered and leaned up on her toes to press her lips to his. She could feel the wetness of her tears on their lips, could feel his tongue slipping out and when they were kissing, it tasted of salt and mint and coffee and something like relief.
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