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leiawritesstories · 8 months

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I'll Take Care Of You

Rowaelin Month, Day 6: Forced Proximity

a direct continuation of THIS FIC (the emergency contact prompt) (@goddess-aelin you were right about them...knowing each other...earlier...)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: swearing, smut, dirty talk (oops), NSFW, and the loosest ever interpretation of "forced proximity" as an excuse for smut lol

Enjoy!!!

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"Stay with me, Ro?"

More emotions than she could count flashed across his face. He followed her into the hotel room, closed the door, and leaned himself against the door frame, resting the weight of his gaze on her.

"I'd love to.”

Aelin thought her heart was about to beat right out of her chest as she walked slowly into the hotel room, every inch of her skin hyper-aware of Rowan’s presence just behind her, close enough that she could practically feel his labored breath against her neck. He closed the door and flicked the lock, the quiet click of metal as loud as a thunderclap in the thick silence of the room.

She dropped her purse on the desk, stepped out of her shoes, and attempted to unbutton her sweater. “Dammit!” she grunted, vexed with the way her immobilized arm made it impossible.

“Let me.” In seconds, Rowan was beside her, unbuttoning the large buttons with a few dexterous flicks of his fingers.

Aelin’s blood heated at the memory of just how dexterous those fingers of his could be.

Clearly, his thoughts had gone in the same direction, because he closed his hands around the woolen knit of her sweater and used it to tug her closer to him, leaving barely a breath between his heavy breath and hers.

“What do you need, Aelin?” His voice–gods burn her, his voice–dropped to a gravelly rumble, its rough timbre scraping deliciously against her burning nerves.

“I–”

The air conditioner switched on with a deafening whoosh, causing her to jump away from him in momentary shock. Her injured shoulder twinged with pain, and she hissed.

“Shit!”

“Aelin!” Concern splashed across Rowan’s face, dousing the simmering desire. “Are you alright?”

She slipped the sweater from her shoulders and experimentally touched her injured one with her good hand. “I’m alright.”

He heaved a massive sigh of relief. “You had me fucking scared, Ae.”

“Why?” She sat down on the bed (the only bed in the room, as she was just now noticing) and locked her eyes with his. “We barely know each other, Rowan.”

“Now that’s just not true.” His concern faded once again into desire, and he leaned down, bracing his arms on either side of her, and murmured his next words right into her ear. “Or have you already forgotten the way you screamed my name two nights ago?”

She gasped, her back arching as if pulled into the sinful promise written all over his face. “I’m injured, Ro.”

“I can see that.”

“I’m in no condition to repeat everything we might have done that night.”

“Clearly.” He dragged his burning stare over her hammering pulse, brushed the pad of his thumb across her pulse point.

The simple, almost innocent touch turned her lingering doubt into searing passion. “The nurse said I needed someone to take care of me while I recover,” she mused, covertly undoing the zipper of her slacks.

“I’ll take care of you,” he rumbled, leaving absolutely no doubt that he would.

“Just…just be careful,” she whispered, catching his chin with her good hand and bringing his attention fully to her.

He closed the distance between them and kissed her softly, gently, a promise made without words. “Don’t worry, Ae. I will.”

“Thank you,” she breathed.

His answer was another kiss, this one deeper, slower, drawn out so that she arched into his touch. “Lie down, love, let me take care of you.” He leaned over her and adjusted the pillows, then guided her down onto her back so her injured shoulder was supported.

She refused to admit that her powerful surge of feeling was anything resembling love.

“Why don’t we get rid of all that constricting fabric?” Rowan hummed, deftly unbuttoning her blouse, sliding it off, and unfastening her bra nearly as fast. It was strapless, so he had no issue slipping it through her sling and tossing it carelessly to the floor. “Better, love?”

Aelin could only moan at the sudden sensation of cool air against her flushed, bare skin.

He smirked. “And I don’t think we need these, either.” Her slacks were swiftly discarded on the floor, leaving her wearing only a pair of lacy little black panties. “Did you wear these all day, Aelin?” he murmured, trailing one finger over the dampened lace and chuckling at her soft, needy whine. “Were you hoping to take them off for me like a good girl?”

“Yes,” she moaned, the word tearing itself out of her throat in a desperate whine.

“Such a good girl.” He withdrew for a moment–just long enough to toss his jacket to the floor, undo his tie, and roll his sleeves halfway up his forearms. “Lie still, love. Remember, you need to relax and let me take care of you.”

She exhaled shakily, willing her body to remain calm even as Rowan–still fully clothed–slid his broad, strong hands up the length of her legs, guiding them apart and returning his hand to her wet cunt, tracing too-light circles against her clit. “Rowan.”

“Aelin,” he parrotted, bending down to kiss her deeply. She melted into his demanding kiss, opening her lips at the first brush of his tongue, and he rewarded her by sliding his whole hand into her drenched panties and thrusting two thick fingers into her.

She moaned, long and loud, bucking her hips up into his hand. He chuckled darkly and trailed his lips down her throat, teasing her with biting little kisses and leisurely curling his fingers inside of her, the sensations divine but just not quite enough to push her into her beckoning orgasm. She smothered her urge to grip his wrist and make him move faster, the effort showing in her breathy little gasps and moans.

“Good girl,” he praised, speeding up the pace of his fingers and grinding the heel of his palm into her clit. She groaned his name, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, and he cupped his other hand around her chin, dragged his thumb over her jaw, parted her lips with the digit. “Need a little more, love?” He slipped the pad of his thumb into her mouth, and she immediately closed her lips around it, tongue flicking against his thumb in imitation of what his clever, talented, good girl could do. “Fuck.”

“Fuck!” she echoed, her moan muffled by his thumb in her mouth. The garbled plea only spurred him on, and he pumped his fingers inside her even faster.

“Come for me, love,” he groaned into her neck, crooking his fingers to hit that spot that made her see stars.

With a low moan that went straight to Rowan’s painfully hard cock, Aelin came, clenching around his fingers, her legs shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He stroked her through her orgasm, only pulling his fingers out of her when the tremors had subsided.

“Look how good you are for me,” he murmured, raising his glistening fingers to his lips.

She groaned softly as he licked his fingers clean, watching his eyes roll back at the taste of her on his tongue. “Let–let me–”

“Let you what, love?” Without warning, he tore her soaked panties off, leaving her completely nude while he was still completely clothed, only the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone.

The contrast made her even wetter.

“Let me take care of you,” she pleaded, breathily.

He shook his head, softness creeping into his expression. “Tonight is about you, Ae, not about me.” Before she could protest, he stepped back from the bed and rapidly stripped off his clothes.

“Fuck,” she breathed as he lowered himself back down onto the bed, fitting his sculpted beauty against her hypersensitive skin.

“That’s the idea,” he teased. He laughed softly at her little snort. “Come here.” Smoothly, he rolled onto his back and positioned her above him, careful to move slowly so that he didn’t bump her injured shoulder.

“Ro–oh gods!” Aelin broke into a moan and rocked her hips against his, feeling his hard, heavy cock slide easily between her soaked thighs. “Rowan!”

“Aelin,” he gasped, guiding her down onto his cock and groaning thickly at the almost too-perfect sensation of her cunt gripping his cock. She groaned along with him and braced her good hand flat on his chest, steadying herself as she began to rock her hips. “That’s it, love,” he encouraged. “Ride my cock like you were made for it.”

A garbled moan tore from her throat, and she moved faster, more erratically, her head tipping back as she hurtled closer and closer to her second orgasm of the night. Rowan matched her pace until she started begging, then sat up in one smooth motion and pressed her as close to his chest as possible without hurting her. He cupped one hand at the back of her head, fingers tangling into her hair, and trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, whispering dirty praises against her skin.

“You close, Ae?” She nodded, panting, her breath ragged. “Give me a little more, love, I know you can do it.” His other hand slid down her spine, fingertips grazing her ass before his hand wrapped around her hip. “That’s it–ah, good fucking girl,” he groaned as she clenched around his cock so tightly his brain froze for a moment. “Aelin!”

“Ro!” she screamed, her body going loose and pliant against his as she came so hard her vision went white. Dimly, she felt his orgasm explode with hers, but she was so consumed by the force of her orgasm that she lost all coherent thought for a few moments.

He moved with her as they both came down from the high, dropping soft, sweet kisses all over her neck, collarbones, and shoulder. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and breathed in his ever-present faint scent of evergreen forests as her body slowly calmed down.

After they had both settled, Rowan lifted Aelin off his lap and carried her into the bathroom, where he filled the spacious bathtub with comfortably hot water. He carried her into the tub and allowed her to settle back into his lap, quietly reveling in the feeling of her gorgeous self pliant against him, letting him carefully clean her up. He helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a soft towel, ever careful of her injured arm, and within a few minutes, he was readjusting her support pillows and helping her get settled in bed.

She tugged on his hands. “Stay.”

Who was he to resist her? “Of course.” He slipped into the bed, and she immediately curled as close to him as possible. She was asleep in moments, a soft smile curling the corners of her lips.

Right then and there, she was the most beautiful part of his life.

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@steddie-week day 3: first kiss | 2.1k words | G or T

Steve and Robin were about halfway through a rewatch of Clue when the phone rang, and Steve was across the living room before it was halfway through its second ring. “What’s wrong?” He asked without preamble. His heart was already racing; too anxious to consider the possibility that it could be someone calling for his parents—or even that it might be a non-emergency call. It was past ten already, and most of The Party should have at least been pretending to sleep by then.

“Steve?” The voice on the other end of the line was a bit distant—drowned out by the staticky sound of rain hitting pavement.

“Eddie? Are you alright? Where are you? Did something happen?”

Eddies’ van was out of commission, so he’d been relying on rides from Steve and the rest of the Corroded Coffin crew to get him to and from places for the past few weeks. If he was out somewhere and in trouble, he was stranded there.

“Yeah—I-I mean, no. Nothing—nothing happened. Just—could you come get me?”

“Yeah, of course. Where are you?”

“I’m out at The Hideout.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be there in ten—maybe fifteen minutes.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I said I’d be there in ten, Eddie.”

“Okay.”

Steve hung up the receiver and turned to make for the foyer to find Robin standing behind him—jacket on, back slung over one shoulder, and a pair of his shoes in one hand. “Picking Eddie up?”

“Yeah.” Steve took the shoes from her hands gratefully, and started pulling them on.

“Can you drop me off on the way without slowing yourself down?”

“Yeah, I budgeted Robin home-delivery time just in case.”

“Well, hop to it then, dingus.”

~*~*~*~

When Steve pulled up in front of The Hideout after dropping off a surprisingly acquiescent Robin (Eddie needs you more than I do right now, dingus), it was to find Eddie sitting atop one of the wheel stops of The Hideout’s small lot, looking like a drowned rat.

Eddie was up and yanking open the door to the beamer before Steve could so much as put it in park, and Steve pulled out of the lot as soon as Eddie had his seat belt buckled across him.

“You okay, mann?”

Eddie shrugged.

“What happened?”

“Don’t really wanna talk about it right now.”

Steve nodded. “Okay.”

“Sorry to interrupt movie night with the missus.”

Steve laughed. “She already forgives you. Provided that you were actually having a crisis and not just faking one as a ploy to get me alone with you.”

That startled a laugh out of Eddie in turn, and he turned in his seat to shoot Steve a mischievous grin. “Now, does that sound like something I would do, sweetheart?”

“According to Robin? Yes.”

“Ah, I see who the brains of the operation is, then.”

“Was that in question?”

“Well—whether or not there was a brain behind you and Robin’s whole deal was a little up in the air.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

Silence fell between the two of them, and twenty seconds in Eddie started rooting around in Steve’s glove compartment.

“Dude. What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for a tape in here that doesn’t suck, man!”

“What are you talking about? We have, like, half the same taste in music!”

“Yeah, but the only thing you keep in your car are mixtapes! And I’m sorry, Steve, but some of the things the kids have made you are—objectively speaking—extremely cursed.”

“You could put in the one Robin made.”

“It’s hilarious that you think there’s only one Robin mixtape in here. But also: I’m not in the mood for Cyndi Lauper.”

“Cyndi Lauper’s not in the mood for you,” Steve snarked under his breath—more because he knew that’s what Robin would say if she was in the car with them than for any other reason. Raising his voice so that Eddie knew it was meant to be heard, he added, “I think there might be one from Jon in there?”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Eugh. No thanks. My night’ been shit enough.” He kept rooting around for another minute or two, until— “Aha!” he emerged triumphant, an sparsely labeled tape held aloft in one hand. It looked like one that Steve had made for himself years ago—long before he’d gone knocking on the supernatural’s door. If he was guessing right, it was a mix of Queen, Bowie, and Fleetwood Mac. “How have I never found this one before?” Eddie asked.

“Because in spite of your loud protestations to the contrary, you usually just let whatever music is playing in the car happen to you.”

Eddie gave a considering hum as he stuffed his find into the tape deck. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

The two of them fell silent again as “The Chain” poured from the speakers, and the rest of the ride passed without conversation, the only sounds between them besides the music was the steady beat of rain against the windshield, and Eddie’s fingers drumming along to the beat of the song.

~*~*~*~

Steve killed the engine as he pulled up in front of the Munsons’ trailer.

“Thanks for the ride,” Eddie said, pulling a strand of hair out to cover his mouth as he did so.

“Yeah—any time, dude.”

Eddie made to get out of the car, but froze in place as he leaned half-in, and half-out. “Could you—wanna come in?” There was a put-upon air of casualness to his tone in a way that made Steve suspect that he was being asked to stay the night. He wasn’t sure why Eddie felt so shy about the request, though—it wasn’t like this would be the first time.

“Oh. Yeah, man. Of course.” All he ever wanted was to be helpful. So Steve took his keys from the ignition, and trailed after Eddie as he led them both inside.

Eddie started peeling out of his soaked clothes before the front door had finished closing behind them, and made a beeline for his bedroom so he could pull on a pair of boxers and a bleach-stained t-shirt, before flopping down onto his bed. Steve followed after him, toeing his shoes off inside the door, and crawling into bed beside Eddie once he was finished changing.

"Wanna talk about it now?" he asked, as Eddie tucked himself up against his side.

Eddie shrugged. He took one of Steve's hands into both of his own and started idly playing with his fingers. "Bad date."

"Oh yeah? People aren't going mad over a metalhead who was only recently cleared of all murder charges?"

Eddie shoved at him. "Low blow, Harrington."

Steve stole his hand back to hold both of them up in surrender. "Sorry, man."

Eddie yanked Steve's hand back and held it covetously in both of his own, and Steve reached down with his own free one to tangle it into Eddie's wild mane of curls, which were still damp from the rain. "Whatever, dude. It wasn't that. He just…he was just kind of an asshole.” Eddie shrugged again, sounding a little resigned. “The regular kind."

Steve was silent, but ruffled his hand through Eddie's hair in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

"I just…I don't know. I don't know why I even bother trying to go out on dates at this point.”

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's like…I don't know. Just feels like I'm chasing after something I'm never gonna find."

"I get that," Steve said, tone soft and understanding.

"Really? Figured you'd have people falling all over you."

Steve snorted. "I don't think I've gone on a date since I went to the championship game with Heidi back in March."

Eddie jerked a little in Steve’s grip. "Why not?" He sounded…genuinely very confused.

Steve shrugged. "I don't know, I just…haven’t really felt like it. Honestly, I’d already felt like I was circling the drain back at that point.”

“...Huh.”

They both went quiet, Steve still running one hand through Eddie’s hair, and Eddie still tangled his fingers through those of Steve’s other hand.

“So, how do you…?” Steve trailed off with a frown, unsure of how or whether he should finish his question.

“How do I…?”

“How do you, y’know, find guys? To go out with? Who you aren’t scared of knocking your lights out, that is.”

Eddie shifted in Steve’s arms to get a better look at him. “Wait, wait. Have you not been on a date with another guy yet, Harrington?”

“No…?”

“Then how did you—?”

“How did I, what?” Steve felt a little on edge; a little on the defensive. Like there was some unseen standard he wasn’t living up to.

“How’d you figure out you were into them, then?” Eddie sounded a little bewildered. A lot incredulous. “Figured you were the victim of a drunken make-out discovery or something.”

Steve laughed, because that did sound like him, but— “Nope. Never been kissed.” He tilted his head toward Eddie with a little smirk. “By a guy, that is.”

Eddie propped himself up on one arm and stared at Steve like he was a puzzle to be solved, and there was a glint in his eye that made the hair along the back of Steve’s neck stand on end. “D’you wanna be?”

Steve’s heart skipped a bit, and his hand stilled in Eddie’s hair. “Uh…what do you mean?”

“Do you wanna be kissed? By a guy?”

Steve laughed, feeling awkward. “Are you offering?”

Eddie shrugged, just a touch too casual. “Sure, why not?”

“I don’t know. Wouldn't it be weird?”

“Doesn’t have to be weird if you don’t make it weird, man.”

Steve turned that over. It’s not like he and Eddie didn’t already spend most of the time they spent alone together tangled up in one another. There was a quasi-romantic edge to their friendship that Steve wasn’t really used to—well. Except for with Robin. But that was different, for obvious reasons. And, granted, the dynamic between him and Tommy had been…intense, but it still hadn’t felt like this.

Regardless—kissing Eddie wouldn’t change anything about their friendship if they didn’t want it to. “I guess you’re right.”

Eddie half-turned in Steve’s arms. “Yeah?”

Steve repositioned himself so that they were facing each other, hitching one shoulder up in a nonchalant little shrug. “Sure, why not?” he parroted back.

Eddie smiled, and it made his whole face go soft and gentle in a way that had Steve’s stomach twisting up in knots. Oh, he’s beautiful.

Eddie reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind Steve’s ear, and then let his hand drift along the line of Steve’s jaw until he was gently gripping his chin between two fingers. Steve’s lips parted in anticipation, and the two of them breathed into the silent space they’d created between them. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his arms breaking out in goosebumps.

It didn’t make any sense though. It wasn’t like it was his real first kiss. And he’d known he was attracted to men for ages, even if he’d never acted on it. It wasn’t even exactly news to him that he found Eddie attractive. But…none of their interactions had been this charged before.

Eddie closed the space between them, and pressed a gentle, but firm kiss to Steve’s lips, grinding the trajectory of Steve’s thoughts to a halt. It was a simple kiss. And it could have remained like that—soft, sweet, and almost chaste—except that Steve couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp in response, as his breath hitched in his throat.

He should pull back. He knew he should pull back—but he’d always been greedy, and Eddie was making no move to put any distance between the two of them either. So Steve surged forward, capturing Eddie’s lips into a more passionate kiss, and savoring the small whine it elicited. Eddie gave as good as he got, winding an arm around Steve’s waist, and slotting a thigh between both of Steve’s legs with a force that startled a little “Mmpf!” from him.

All in all, the kiss probably lasted little more than a few moments. But for all Steve knew, whole civilizations could have risen and fallen in that soft, gray space of time he and Eddie had their lips pressed together.

He wasn’t sure who finally broke away, but once they did, both of their breaths came short and heavy.

“That was…really good?” Steve said, a high-pitched note of giddiness and wonder in his tone.

Eddie smiled with cheshire-style grin, eyelids heavy and low. “Yeah? Wanna make it even better?”

Steve smiled right back. “I think I might.”

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