Throne of Glass One Shots

I Hate Love Songs

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

This year, Lysandra had decided to team up with Aelin for their Yulemas presents.

Well, it was a sort of joke present but only due to the fact that the boy's presents last year were so freaking lame. Rowan tried to insist he was the present. Fucking prick.

Leaning against the Piano with Aelin sitting on the bench, they realized how complicated writing a whole freaking song was.

"A love song..." Aelin thought aloud.

Lysandra scoffed. "I fucking hate love songs."

Rolling her eyes, Aelin tried to argue against the fact. "They can be really sweet and show your... what are they called?"

"Feelings?" Lysandra supplied.

"Yes! Those!"

The shapeshifter rolled her eyes and rhymed in a corny voice. "Roses are red, violets are fucking purple, I have five fingers and the middle one is for you," She extended the finger in question towards Aelin, who laughed.

"We could write about romantic things?" Aelin suggested.

This only lead to more eye rolls. "Like what? The rain kisses you're too vain for? What about the heart tattoos I can't get? Or the anniversary date that neither of us know."

Aelin shrugged. "Okay point taken."

Lysandra pulled herself away from the Piano, letting herself slid gracelessly onto the stool next to Aelin. As if taking this as a cue, the queen placed her fingers on the keys and started playing a tune, made up as she went as was evident with the look of thought and concentration on her face.

Eye's fluttered shut and Lysandra let herself fall into tune with the less than perfect music. Well... Perfect for the less than perfect theme she was aiming for anyways.

The last note echoed through the otherwise empty room, and her eyes slid over to Lysandra's who happened to be leaning into her heavily.

Lys broke eye contact.

"Thank fuck, I was about to kiss you." Aelin shook her head, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

Lysandra smirked. "Really."

Aelin fell silent as Lysandra leaning in, kissing her softly on the lips. It started soft anyways, Aelin leaned into it, opening her mouth ever so slightly causing them both to hold each other so much more, and hands to dig their way through the others hair.

It was Lys who pulled away, leaving Aelin panting ever so slightly. "You still have a love song to write me."

Pulling herself back towards her friend, she answered. "I'll just show you tonight."

"Aelin." This time her voice was commanding, making Aelin freeze.

"What?"

"I'm down for it just as much as you are," She scowled. "But you're writing a love song for your husband."

"First of all, its you. Second of all, Rowan wouldn't mind, he can get it on with Aedion for all I care. Third of all, I am the queen and can do whomever I choose."

Lysandra continued to glare at her. "You still have to write this song."

"We've done it before."

"Yes." Because that was a fact and Lysandra was not in the business of denying facts.

Aelin leaned into the whore once more. "Then lets have another go."

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Rowan walked into the room to find Aelin's face so far up under Lysandra's dress, all he could see of her was her legs.