𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 . feyre found comfort in the bedrolls above the soleil et lune more so than the bed she shared with her sisters by the outskirts of cesarine close to brindelle park . perhaps it was lou’s company or the privacy she had in those quiet moments where the moon tilted beyond the precipice of night and day . she never had such moments at home and instead dealt with the squabbles from her sister’s lips and the incessant grinding from her father’s workshop . but this , whatever they were , felt like a warmth of no other . girlfriends ? lovers ? friends who spent an absurd amount of time naked and between each other’s legs ? they were restricted to this sanctuary but stole moments in public whether it was through the accidental brush of their fingers or the hungry gaze from across the plaza . if the church had found out about them they’d be damned , but lou was worth every risk . this was worth every risk .
❛ seems like a very long list . ❜ there’s a playful grin on feyre’s lips , her eyes studying and assessing her next move as she feels lou’s finger deftly on her body . while she’d love nothing more than to drink the hot café and take a bite of the cinnamon roll it would have to wait . there’s a soft gasp that falls from her lips at the slight pinch . her touch was intoxicating , her witty banter and smart remarks even more so . how feyre loved the debauchery that came from lou’s mouth , especially her tongue . her fingers grasp at the fabric covering lou . the chill of the winter air was still on it and as it rubs against her naked body she feels the skin pebble in response . ❛ you were gone when i woke up . ❜ it’s a statement , an observation , one spoken factly as she undoes the clasps of the jacket and shirt . fingers gently slide the fabric off until it piles on the floor and when she’s thoroughly naked , save for her trousers , she wraps her arms around her neck to bring them breast to breast . ❛ would you hate me if i said i hated waking up without you next to me ? ❜ the admission of her feelings could drive her away , but she feels compelled to be honest . feyre truly cared about her well beyond what this was . ❛ i just hate hiding like this . ❜ lips press gently to the corner of her lips , hands trekking down the valley of her breasts before sinking beneath the band of her pants . ❛ lou …. i ❜ she can’t seem to say the words that are threatening to be spoken . what if lou didn’t want to become something more than this ? the three words fail her and instead she leans in to kiss her again , this time a bit more passionately and without restraint as if it’d be the last time she did it .
𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑, lou simply watched, acquiescing to the slip of fabric off her shoulder, the tug-away of her built, the crooked finger that pulled her hair free and down her back. in just a few seconds, she was naked from the waist up, her torso pressing against feyre’s in a way that had her breath catching. ❛ I was gone. and I don’t hate you, ❜ she whispered, ❛ I couldn’t. not when I feel the same way. ❜ even with her earlier thoughts, she couldn’t stop herself from being selfish. it was the same impulse that had driven her from the forest, from the dames blanches. that need to survive. to live. and lou couldn’t deny it, not to herself, not now: a life without love –– without feyre –– wasn’t a life at all.
❛ 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖, ❜ lou intercepted quietly, her eyes melancholy, but with a brightness that would not be dimmed. she could almost hear the words, could taste them on feyre’s tongue. ❛ I know. me too. ❜ she didn’t need to say it aloud to feel it. couldn’t deny it now. feyre’s hands moved across her body, skirting her skin and escaping under the band of her pants. a sound caught in lou’s throat, her thighs automatically parting to allow access to that most intimate part of her, the part that ached for her touch, and always would. ❛ please... please, feyre.❜
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍, 𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 were on hers, and she was lost to the world. lost to the feel of feyre’s body, and feyre’s hair slipping between lou’s fingers as she tilted her head back to allow for her lips to feast. traces of sweat lingered on her skin from last night’s lovemaking; lou’s tongue swept it all up, kissing where her fingers could not reach. but she couldn’t stay far from her lover’s lips for long, the noises she made too intoxicating not to swallow up. ❛ you taste amazing, ❜ lou murmured. ❛ lay down. let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel so fucking good. ❜