ACOMAF - Canon Feysand one shot

ACOMAF FEYSAND ONE-SHOT

"Is that what got under your skin? That I shut you out, or that it was easy for Tarquin to get in?"

"What got under my skin, is that you smiled at him," Rhysand revealed, as he moved closer to where I stood, closing in on me little by little. I had forgotten to breathe, but he was still moving closer. I took a deep breath as my back hit the wall and I used it to stand my ground, "Rhysand".

"I heard what you said to him, that he is easy to fall in love with."

"So?"

"So I was jealous because I am not that sort of person for anyone." he looked me in the eye, before his warm breath was against my ear, his lips touching the nape of my ear. "Your smile is dangerous Feyre darling.", blood rushed to my head, making me feel light-headed. He pulled away slowly, looking me in the eye again.

"Rhysand.", I whispered. "I was jealous too, of the way you looked at Cressida, you didn't look at me as much when I left to get air. I–", before I could finish, his lips was on mine, a tinder peck landed on my bottom lip, and he looked me in the eye again with such tenderness, such hope. I run my thumb against his cheek. "Kiss me, Rhsyand."

He crushed his lips onto mine, our lips moving together, our hands moving over each other's bodies. Rhysand was kissing me. The handsome Highlord of the night court that Cressida had her eyes on was kissing me. I felt him slide his tongue against mine, unsure of the moment when I opened my mouth to let him in. I could feel him smile through the kiss, as he cupped one of my ripped breasts and I arched my back to give him more access. In an instant, he pulled away from my lips but kept his lips lingering on my skin. He kissed down my jawline and down my collarbone.

I heard him whisper in my ear "I couldn't take her to bed, because I could not stop thinking about how much I wanted to take you." I am not sure of the sound I let out at that, but it must have been ridiculous enough to make Rhys chuckle. I needed to breathe, to find a way out of this but I couldn't, he was still hovering over me and I did not want to, I did not want him to stop. I was so very lonely and his hands, his warmth, and that wretched mouth on me were all I needed at this moment, to keep me going.

"But I won't, not unless you ask me." I can see him searching for something in my eyes and I do not know how to respond. I feel him move away from me, his warmth leaving me cold, I panic "Rhysand, please.", I pull him back. He just grins and grins "Please." I whisper so softly, so desperately, I can barely hear it myself. He kisses my collarbone and it sends a shiver down my body, kisses my breast, over the clothes I was wearing, he didn't even try to get me out of it, maybe he was afraid it would spoil the moment, he kept kissing until he was on his knees underneath me, my eyes closed, I could only feel him there and my breathing was getting heavier, louder.

"Don't be too loud Feyre darling." I heard him say before he carefully folded the dress I was wearing to my waist, holding it there. I felt his teeth on my bare skin, as he pulled my undergarment down with them. Cauldron boil me, I was already wet. I did not open my eyes, from embarrassment, I could not let him see the desperation, I could not let him win this. "Don't make it so easy," he whispered as he placed a kiss on the top of my centre. "Rhysand, please." is all I could get out, stupid. stupid. stupid. He will use this against me, use it to embarrass me, and get the upper hand. but I couldn't stop him, I did not want to. "So eager".

My stomach is in knots, tight knots, Rhys brings two of his finger to my center beginning to massage the top, running his fingers in a circular motion along the outer and inner lips of my sex. I move with the motion of his hand, almost falling to my feet, but the high lord of the night court uses his left hand to hold me onto the wall by placing it on my stomach, the fold of my dress still clenched in his hand. I felt Rhys' mouth detach from me, and I let out a gasp of desperation.

"Open your eyes Feyre, and keep them open." I heard him say and I obliged without a single thought. I met his gaze, hungry, lustful, scheming. Without another word his mouth was on my thigh, licking and kissing, he slowly moved back to where his finger was still circulating and made space for this tongue, gently licking the folds of me, washing away all my worries, flicking his tongue continually while his fingers worked magic. Using the tip of his tongue to tease the edge of my centre, sending my mind to the stars, I let out a loud moan. Which was somehow a clue because I felt his finger enter me and I was no longer in the room, in the summer court, was I even on earth? His fingers were moving in and out of me while his mouth was at the apex of my sex, sucking. Cauldron, I was going to scream so loud, all of the summer courts were going to hear me, so I brought my hand to my mouth when I felt myself coming close and the next thing I knew I was jerked out of something. Something like a dream. No, a vision. My shields were down, I had let Rhys into my head, and he had shown me visions of him down on his knees, about my desperation for him. Begging. Asshole.

My gaze fell on Rhysand, he was still standing by the little bar. He hadn't moved an inch. "I am not the only jealous one," he said grinning. Embarrassment dawned on me. I want to die at this moment. "And I am certainly not the only one wanting that." His mused eyes darkened.

"Stay out of my head Rhysand." Is all I could bring myself to say before heading into the bath that was waiting for me before this ridiculous conversation and whatever else that had taken place. I attempt to avoid the temptation to replay the desire making up Rhys' vision in my head, yet it enters my mind continuously while I bathe. Asshole.