Sarah J. Mass One Shots

Darling

"Feyre darling, what are you doing?"

Feyre gives her mate a grin from the window of their apartment.

"I love Velaris," she whispers, as Rhys comes to stand next to her.

"Yes, I do enjoy the view," he replies, his violet eyes falling on her.

She gets on her toes, and plants her rosy lips on his. "There is one thing I love more than Velaris."

"Chocolate?"

Feyre giggles. "You know me too well."

Rhysand pulls her from the window, and pins her on the wall, his wings reaching out to cover them both.

"I still love you the most," he purrs onto her neck, his sharp teeth flickering against her skin.

She curls her toes, in her slippers, kissing her mate.

He presses into her, and she flicks her tongue against his.

"I would do anything for you," he growls into her mouth.

"Fetch me the starlight to paint with?"

"Anything my darling."

She smiles, and arches into him, touching his wings.

He grunts, tracing her jawline with a hand.

Feyre starts to trace elegant patterns onto his wings with her cold fingers.

Under her, Feyre feels him start to harden, and she taps little circles down his wings.

He pulls his lips away from hers, still close enough for their breaths to mingle.

"I love you Rhysand."

"I love you, Feyre darling. You are... so beautiful."

Feyre, grabs hold of him fiercely, and winnows them to a secluded outdoor spot, stars glistening overhead.

He snaps his fingers, and a soft blanket appears on the ground.

Rhys lays down, patting the spot next to him. She sits down, nestling herself into his arms.

She sends him an image of the first time in the cabin down their bond, and Rhys smiles, flicking her nose.

Rhys slowly moves his body over hers, hovering a millimeter away from her body.

He lowers himself to kiss her, soft and slow.

She melts, putting her arms around his neck.

The high lord grins, planting soft caressing kisses down her neck, before he pulls away, to see.

Dozens of shooting stars dance across the night sky, playing and twinkling just for them. Feyre looks up at the sky, the reflections of the night shimmering in her eyes.

Rhysand smiles at his mate, before shifting his bright violet eyes to the heavens.

She was his. And he sure as hell was hers.

"Feyre darling," he purrs into her elongated ears, his voice hardly audible over the wind.

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