Sarah J. Mass One Shots

Gold (p. 2)

Warning: contains 18+ material

Rowan lays in the soft king sized bed he shares with his beloved wife, mate, and fireheart. Aelin ashryver galanthyus, the queen of terrisan.

Sometimes she would wake up at night, reaching over to him as he slept. The moment her cold fingertips would touch him, he would wake up, and pull her in tight.

Sometimes she would almost burn the castle down with her fires when she had a particularly bed dream. He would put out the fires, outside and inside her soul.

Sometimes she would wake up crying, and he would wrap her in hugs, kisses and blankets.

The war had ended only 1 year ago, and they were all suffering for it.

The shower turns off, and he hears her fumbling around for her towel.

Aelin prances out of the bathroom, in a pale blue towel, her hair sopping wet. She doesn't even turn to look at him, but he can feel mischief flutter down the bond they share.

He bolts up, suddenly alert for whatever it was she had decided to do.

The dressing room door creaks open and she gives him a wolffish smile.

His eyes slide lower to the thin, short, metallic gold nightgown she was wearing.

It clung to her frame, and he stood up, sleek as a predator.

"This one, isn't lysandras," she says stepping closer to him with feline grace.

Rowan can feel himself hardening, as she stops, only a centimeter away from him.

"Is that so," he asks, hardly able to restrain himself.

She gives an absent minded noise of confirmation as she started pulling of his shirt.

His breath catches, as she pulls it off completely and throws it into the hamper.

Then she tugs at his pants, revealing the full length of him, fully erect.

She still hadn't touches even a tiny bit of his skin, and he knew, that she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

After she had fully removed all his clothes she stood back up, her lips a hairs length away from his. Their breath mingled, and as she finally reached up to meet his lips, he knew that this would be his undoing.

He knew he would love her forever.

She knew it too.

His tongue flicks against the roof of his mouth, and she pulls herself up to straddle him. His muscled arms wrap around her, still in that gods damned gold nightgown.

He could feel that she wasn't wearing anything under it.

She pulls him onto the bed, and he pins her under his body. She pauses kissing him to smile at him

"I love you Rowan."

"I love you fireheart."

Their lips meet again, and she moans into his mouth.

He pulls away.

"So if it isn't lysandras nightgown, I can do what I please to it, right."

"Exactly my point," she mumbles, pecking his lips, before he takes his canines and rips the nightgown, clean in two.

Underneath it, she was fully naked, and already wet.

He growls in approval.

She flips him over pinning his back down with her hands.