Okay so this is my first published fic, feel free to tell me if you like it but go easy on me, I’m only a beginner..
In preparation for the war against Hybern, Feyre was training vigorously with both Cassian and Rhysand in hopes to further her combat skills and gain more control over her gifts. She had already mastered water and ice, as well as darkness but she was yet to fully gain control of her shape shifting abilities.
“Feyre, darling, you look like your constipated”
“These stupid wings won’t pop out”
Cassian snorted, “Did she just say ‘pop out ’”? Rhysand smirked as he glanced back at his mate, growing ever more frustrated as Cassian added,
“Just let them grow, please don’t pop anything out right now, I don’t think I could ever see my High Lady pop out a huge, gross smelling...” , Feyre doused him in water from where he was standing before he could finish his sentence, Rhysand just laughed as Cassian stood up shaking the water off of him, although his smug face was still showing,
“ Oh deary me, Feyre, you’ve gotten me all wet, oh wait, shouldn’t it be the other way around...?” he winked and stalked off with a disgruntled huff following him out of the room from Rhysand who was still sitting on the bench by the training area, a smile now only just playing on his lips. Feyre just continued to train her abilities.
“Feyre, why don’t you take a break? You’ve been at it all morning. We can come back tomorrow and try again” Rhys suggested
“No, I have to do this, I have to, I’ve done it before, I have to” she muttered to herself over and over as she pushed and then signed when no there was no sign of wings.
“Uh, maybe your right, maybe I should just go to the gym for the rest of the day”
“One: I’m always right, two: that wasn’t what I meant by rest”
“I need to work on my stamina” At that Feyre smirked “Maybe you should work on yours to Rhys” Rhysand looked at his mate in suprise as she strolled over to her mate from the cenre of the training room
“Hey now hang on...” Rhys tried to defend himself but Feyre cut him off
“Yea Rhys, I think that would be a mighty idea, I mean last time... you were kinda of quick, don’t you think” Feyre rolled the words of her tongue and giggled to herself. She stood in between her mates legs and cupped his face in her hands as Rhys looked bewildered by his mates quick turn in mood.
“Alright Feyre” he said tilting his face up to meet hers “ why don’t we do something that will work on both of our stamina”. He pulled her closer to him, his hands making circles on her hips and waist.
“And what do you suggest we do Rhys?” Feyre smiled into Rhysand’s lips. With that he kissed her, Feyre opening her mouth for his tongue to sweep in. She nibbled at his bottom lip and then began to straddle him. She rolled agaisnt her mate and could already feel him hard beneath her. She groaned at the feel of him. “Rhys” Feyre breathed, “I need you” she managed to get out as he was kissing down her neck and along her collar bone. He began to nip behind her earlobes and alone her jaw until he finally found her lips again. She rolled against him gain which set him alight. Rhy’s moaned into Feyre lips..
“Are you serious?” Cassian said breaking Feyre and Rhysand apart in an instant, both of their lips swollen from kissing. Cassian threw his arms up in the air. “I left for 10 minutes to get changed out of my wet clothes and now your having sex in the training room?” He said “You could have at least, AT LEAST, asked me to join before I changed from my wet clothes” Cassian smirked, with that, Rhys windowed himself and his mate to Cassian’s bedroom, where they were sure they were as loud as possible while Feyre rode Rhys.
