Throne of Glass One Shots

Blindly Eating

Aelin stepped blindly into her dark, palace room. She waltzed around all the clothes she had thrown haphazardly across her floor but as she was about the crawl onto the bed she tripped over the bodice of one of her evening dresses.

"Shit." She caught her footing before she fell but unfortunately her cake did not. It slid right off the platter a trail of icing in its wake. She squeaked as she tried to catch it but failed.

"What in Hellas." Rowan muttered.

"Oh thank gods."

"I'm covered in your unhealthy eating habits. What do you mean, thank gods!"

"My cake wasn't wasted." Aelin grinned.

"Its sitting on my stomach."

"But it's all in one piece."

Rowan squinted his eyes in attempt to see through the black. "Aelin, what are you wearing?"

"I threw on a nightie to go get the cake but besides that nothing."

"Nothing." Rowan growled low in his throat.

"And your wearing what, a ballgown."

"No, a blanket."

Of course he was naked. He was always naked, she was amazed he knew how to dress himself in the morning.

Rowan leaning forwards to kiss her but Aelin slammed him back down. "What do you think your doing?"

"Uhhh."

"I have to eat the cake first."

"Of course you have to eat the cake first." Rowan rolled his eyes, Aelin couldn't see them but she sure could hear his annoyance.

"Don't you dare complain."

"No, my queen."

Aelin crawled on top of him and began to eat the cake off of him.

"Why do you even bring food to our room."

Aelin only kept eating. She licked a smear of icing off, just to mess with him.

"I- I'm okay with this."

Aelin kept eating her cake but when his manhood pressed against her skin she couldn't help but snort her laughter.

Aelin could have sworn Rowan blushed.

"Aelin, stop teasing me."

"I'm eating."

"Take off your little dressy thingy."

"Excuse you?"

"If I can't move, and you won't properly touch me, at least take of your nightie."

"Do I have a choice if I want to finish my cake?"

"Considering the fact that you still have over half left, no, you don't."

Aelin sighed, pulling off her nightgown. She tossed it on the floor with all of her other dirty clothes.

"Your cleaning this room tomorrow." Rowan told her.

"We have maids for that."

"I have a wife for that."

"Your wife does plenty of things the maids don't already." Aelin said, lying back down for another piece of cake.

"Well you can do more than please me."

"But I'm good at that." Aelin argued, mouth full of chocolate.

"Prove it."

"But cake."

"Prove it." He growled.

"Maybe you should prove it first."

Aelin took another bite of her cake. Leaving less than a quarter. She hated to waste cake but this was for a good cause. She sat up, spreading her legs so that she sat right on the cake on his stomach.

"Your such a tease." Rowan muttered.

She leaned forwards to kiss him, she nibbled his bottom lip to ask for entrance, which he provided. She tangled her chocolatey fingers in his hair as she slid onto her stomach. Cold icing squished against her skin. She couldn't help but think how much of a waste it was. She pulled back when he made a disgusted face, he had gotten chocolate all over his hand and, thanks to Aelin, his face as well.

"Would you prefer if I went back to not touching you."

"Aelin, all you ever do is tease me. I don't need another strip tease."

"Stick in the mud."

"Fireheart."

"Your a stick in the mud." Aelin grinned.

"No I'm not."

"Prove it."

Aelin let herself fall back onto the bed, legs spread.

"Your covered in chocolate."

"However will I get clean?" She asked innocently.

"You wouldn't dare."

"I'm all dirty." She pouted. "If only there were a way to get clean without having a bath."

The first flick of his tongue sent fire through her body. Literally, the sheets were smouldering.

A few moments later the door flung open with a bang. Light flooded into the room. "Where the hell is may cake?" Lysandra screamed.

"Uhhhh."

Rowan grabbed the blanket and threw it over himself.

"Why do you need a whole cake?" Aelin asked.

"Cause I'll actually eat it!" Lysandra yelled. "Unlike you." She gestured to where Aelin still had her legs spread and full of chocolate. Aelin smacked them shut, scurrying under the blanket with Rowan.

"I ate most of it!"

"You wasted it."

"Get out!" Aelin screamed.

"I'm stealing chocolate from your private stores." Lysandra grinned.

"You wouldn't dare." Aelin shouted back.

"Have fun." Lysandra waved as she shut the door behind her, leaving the room.

"That bitch." Aelin swore after her.

"Whore." Lysandra shouted back. She must have super hearing or something.

Aelin threw the blanket off them and turned to face him.

"Now where were we?" Aelin asked and pulled his tattooed face down so she could kiss him.

Both of their lips still tasted like chocolate.

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A/N so this chapter was a rewrite of Late Night Snack (a previous chapter) only with Aelin and Rowan instead of Aelin and Lysandra.

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