Throne of Glass One Shots

Late Night Snack

~~Lysandra and Aelin's relationship is completely platonic, Thank you~~

Aelin stumbled into her bedroom. She was rooming with Lysandra tonight for no reason besides a change. Rowan had always gotten mad at her for eating in bed but Lysandra had always laughed and joined in. Aelin balanced a large chocolate cake in one hand while she tried climbing on the bed in the nearly pitch black room. Aelin, who had assumed Lysandra was asleep since it was the middle of night, screamed when Lysandra spoke.

"Whattcha doin'" Lysandra asked sleepily.

Aelin jolted back, surprised by the sudden movement Lysandra flinched as well, bumping Aelin's hand.

The cake slid gently off the platter and onto Lysandra's bare chest. Aelin watched in horror as her treat slid onto her stomach, sighing in relief when it stopped there.

"Look what you made me do!"

"It's not my fault!"

"You made me waste a whole cake!" Aelin shouted, silver lining her eyes. "A whole cake full of chocolatey goodness wasted!"

Lysandra lifted her arm and grabbed a fingerful of frosting. "It's not wasted." She picked up the fork Aelin had accidentally tossed on the bed.

Lysandra ate a forkful of cake, watching Aelin cry over the so called loss.

Aelin lowered her head towards the bottom part of her stomach. She licked all the way up so that her tongue flicked Lysandra's breast. Aelin continued taking mouthful of cakes off of the body without any reaction.

"I'm okay with this..." Lysandra had stopped eating the cake.

Aelin looked up. "Are you going to eat any?"

"I'm not hungry."

"That's a fucking lie."

Lysandra rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "Make sure you get all the icing of my boobs."

Aelin snorted but obliged.

The bedroom door creaked open.

"Aelin?" An accented voice asked.

Aelin whipped her head, mouth agape. Cake dropped from her mouth back onto Lysandra's stomach. "Rowan! What the fuck are you doing in here?"

"I heard a scream..." He began looking between the two of them. "But since that's clearly not the issue... I think I'll just go now." He backed slowly out of the room. When they heard the door clicked shut, they both burst into laughter.

Several minutes later when all the giggled were gone Lysandra asked, with a raise of a brow, "He doesn't mind?"

"Lysandra!" She squealed. "I'm eating cake off your stomach not having sex with you."

Lysandra raised both her eyebrows.

"Oh shit."

Lysandra grinned.

Aelin flopped onto her back. "Fuck me."

"You'll have to finish the cake off first." Her voice the seductress it spent years becoming.

Aelin punched her in the arm. "Fuck you."

"Go ahead."

"Ugh." Aelin flipped onto her stomach, laying on Lysandra's legs.

Aelin grabbed a mouthful of cake with her tongue.

"You're getting icing on my pants." Lysandra squeaked.

Aelin looked at Lysandra beneath her eyelashes. She slowly slid off Lysandra's bottoms, fingers trailing against her soft skin.

"Your not wearing any underwear?"

Lysandra smirked. "No... I'm not."

Aelin shrugged and continued down.

"Thank you."

Aelin only rolled her bright eyes. She lay back down on her legs, ignoring the fact that they were now bare. She finished off the cake and began to lick the icing. To which Lysandra moaned.

Aelin looked up at her curiously before taking another experimental lick. Lysandra moaned again.

"Are you going to do that every time?"

"You have chocolate on your shirt."

Aelin looked down and she did, indeed, have chocolate all across the neck of her shirt. "I'm not stripping."

Lysandra shrugged. "Whatever suits you."

Aelin cleaned up her stomach, chuckling at the low moaning from the girl, and went to lay down but Lysandra spoke. "My boobs are still covered in chocolate, Aelin."

Aelin sighed and put her mouth on her breast. Lysandra moaned loudly and arched her back dramatically.

Aelin exploded with laughter. "If you're going to do that every time, I'm never going to finish."

"I'm impressed your still going, you've eaten a full cake already."

Aelin tried again but Lysandra just squealed and did the same thing. She groaned loudly. "I am so not drunk enough for this."

"Define 'this'"

"You know what 'this'. The same 'this' as every few months. The 'this' that you've been anticipating. The 'this' that's required if you ever want your body chocolate free."

"Get me something to drink,too." Lysandra called as Aelin leaped off the bed.

Aelin left the room and when she returned she was in a metallic gold nightgown.

"I see what Rowan meant." Lysandra purred.

Aelin held up two glasses and a bottle, prowling towards the bed.

Lysandra cocked her head. "What are the glasses for?"

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A/N

Idk about how I ended this...

Should I write another one like with the same plot or whatever but with Rowan instead of Lysandra?