Encased in flame, Aelin walked to Fenrys. She knelt beside Fenrys, and her flame enveloped them both. Aelin made long, gentle strokes over his fur, her head angled as she spoke too softly for Rowan to hear.
Slowly, painfully Fenrys opened an eye. Agony filled it- agony and yet something like relief, and joy, at the sight of her bare face.
It was a queen’s face that looked upon Fenrys. A queen who took his massive paw in her hands, pushing back folds of fur and skin to unsheathe a curved claw. She slid it over her bare forearm, splitting skin. Leaving blood in its wake. Aelin spoke again, and Fenrys blinked once in answer. She deemed that answer enough. Aelin curled on her side next to him, flames encompassing them both. She spoke again, that queen’s face unfaltering.
“Live.”
Aelin and Fenrys - Throne of Glass
Artist: @snowarox / @devnw
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The Courtship Deception - Part 8: Bubble
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Written for @throneofglassmicrofics
A little fluff because you have no idea what I’m posting tomorrow 😈 (or maybe you do!! I’m not as secretive as I think I am)
Warnings: implicit sexual content and Rowan’s explicit butt
Words: 959
She was panting, her head on Rowan’s shoulder while he ran a lazy hand up and down her naked back. Straddling him on his work chair, Aelin missed his length filling her, but if she needed a break before the next round, he might be feeling much more wrecked.
An unemployed heiress dating a hot guy that worked mostly from home was a recipe for unproductiveness, and they were living proof of it. Distracting him wouldn’t look as cute in the long term, and Aelin knew that she would have to promise to let him work eventually, but she needed to catch her breath first.
“You hungry?”
She shook her head, turning down his offer with her face still pressed against him. “Can we snuggle in your bed?”
“Sure.” He kissed her head. “Lemme just—“ Rowan motioned for her to stand up and picked up his clothes from the floor. Aelin just stood there, naked as the day she was born with her nose wrinkled, dreading the thought of having to put on her tight dress again just to cross the hallway.
Instead, she opened the door just enough to stick her head out, ignoring her boyfriend’s protests.
“Are you glued to the TV?” Aelin shouted in the living room’s direction, where Fenrys and Lorcan played video games on Rowan's Playstation. “I’ll cross the hallway—naked! Don’t look!”
“Gross!” Was all Lorcan said, while her other bodyguard stayed silent.
“Rowan too,” she added.
Fenrys groaned.
She giggled and tiptoed out of his office, purse and clothes in hand. It was two steps away from his bedroom and both men were facing away from them, but Rowan still blocked the sight of her body with his own.
Once inside and with the door closed, he trapped her against it to thoroughly kiss her neck. Aelin moaned, hands guiding him by the roots of his short hair, and she was so grateful for the yelling because of the video game outside, it allowed her to be slightly loud without feeling embarrassed later.
After trailing both hands down his back, Aelin playfully pinched Rowan’s butt, earning a surprised yelp from him and a nip on her jaw.
Rowan picked her up and dropped her back on the bed, where she leaned on her elbows while he crawled his way to her, knees and fists on the mattress while he hovered over her.
The streaks of sunlight brushing his silver hair gave him a heavenly kind of handsomeness, a contrast to his sinful body on display and the ink adorning it. Moments like this, being alone and with his gaze focused on her, had been giving her a funny feeling lately. An unsteady feeling in the pit of her stomach, racing pulse. It was most likely caused by the uncertainty of her situation, and how Rowan tangled himself in her mess. But he was smiling down at her, the highs and valleys of his facial muscles heightened to gently pull back and give space to a light smile, joyous creases around his eyes like engravings, evidence to this blissful look he gave her.
Aelin shook off the emotion and shoved him down on the mattress, straddling him. Shamelessly turned on by the pecs and abs in sight, she kissed and groped them—
A distinctive ring tone burst the little bubble they were in.
She shot him an apologetic look and ran to her phone, knowing how bad things could get if she didn’t answer it.
Aelin couldn’t be more wrong for thinking her dad would get off her back after Chaol and Dorian pulled off from the deal. Instead, he was researching princes and lords day and night. She even wondered about Gala Airlines’ role in her marriage agreement, considering that Rhoe wasn’t looking for billionaires without royal titles yet.
“Fireheart, where are you?”
“At a park with Moonbeam and Salvaterre.”
“No, you’re not. You’re in front of a park with Moonbeam and Salvaterre.”
Aelin grimaced. “How accurate is the GPS? I’m near the sidewalk, in front of a few houses.”
“Well, it is a residential area, and—“ Rhoe sighed. “That’s actually not the reason I called you—“
Loud shouts from the living room stilled her father. Aelin was gonna kill her bodyguards and their video game madness.
“Darling, what’s going on?”
She winced. “It’s the children playing.” Not a lie.
“Dear Mala,” he muttered, “thank gods they grow, huh?”
Some, not so much, Aelin thought with her lips pressed together, trying not to laugh at the “children” in the living room. Under her hips, Rowan trailed lazy circles on her thigh, the image of patience.
“Darling,” her father continued, “my secretary was doing some research for our plan. What do you think of Prince Sartaq?”
A fist pressed against her mouth in an attempt to gather some patience. Aelin told her father she was doing prince research as well, but she had actually been looking for someone to invest in Gala Airlines with no bride requirements, while humoring Rhoe’s royal family delusions to buy some time before they eventually clashed.
She hummed, pretending to think his suggestion through. “You know how the khaganate works—I don’t wanna be a young widow.”
Rowan shifted underneath her a little, his body growing tense. She barely paid attention to her father’s ramble, bugged by how unnatural her lover’s silence felt all of a sudden, him looking away in a fixed yet agitated look.
Aelin shifted to the other side of the bed to give him space, but also for being unable to read Rowan with her dad’s voice in her ear.
As far as their relationship’s agreement went, there was nothing to look into here. He was okay with the uncertain terms of their relationship, wasn’t he?
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