Sarah J. Mass One Shots

Red (p. 1)

Aelin smiles at her husband, a wolffish smile. She pulls a hair tie out of her bag and hands it to him.

"Braid my hair for the party."

Rowan grimaces, recalling the last time she had braided her own hair. "Fine."

"Such a gentleman."

He matches her smile before pulling her onto his lap.

She clicks her tongue and pulls her hair back.

Rowan pulls a brush from the vanity.

It catches on a snarl after a moment, and Aelin yelps. He gives her a smile, before detangling it.

He starts to do a French braid down the side of her head, and pins a few red roses into it.

She turns around to straddle him and pecks him on the lips.

"Thank you baby."

He smiles seductively. "You owe me after the party."

"If you insist."

Aelin slips off him, and walks into their dressing room.

She slips her dress off, trading it for a long sparkling red one.

Behind her Rowan smiles, leaning against the door frame. Aelin turns around, and smiles at him.

"I have to get ready," she mumbles as he pulls her in for a hug.

"You already look beautiful baby," he whispers into her ear, as he licks the sharp point.

Aelin flicks his nose in protest, and he roars in laughter.

She slips past him, and into the bathroom to put on her makeup.

She smiles at the sleek braid hanging over her shoulder, dancing in the red of her dress.

The queen glances in the mirror, to find Rowan standing there.

She rolls her eyes. "What could you possibly need so badly."

"You, just smell different then usual."

Aelin tilts her head, before giggling. "You aren't supposed to tell your mate she smells funny."

He smiles, before going to put his suit on.

When he returns, he has a single red rose in his hand. With a flourish, he hands it to her.

"I love you Aelin. You are my mate and my fireheart. My wife and my queen. My whole universe."

"Rowan, I love you too, and then some. Where is this coming from is a mystery, but I quite like it." She stands and pecks him. "But you know we still have a party to go to."

Rowan grins. "Yes I know."

She smiles, slipping on her heels. "Then lets go."

Aelin spins the single red rose in between her fingers. She smiles as Rowan links their arms and they walk to the ballroom.

~

Lysandra smiles at her best friend, as she enters the hall.

Evangeline had disappeared moments ago, most likely to flirt with some boy or another.

Aelin and Rowan make their way over to Lysandra, smiles and gracious words slowing the short distance.

"Lady Lysandra?" An elderly voice asks from behind her.