this is a fafs snippet and mood board! the whole chapter isnt ready yet but… have some fafs fluff. you guys (and aelin and rowan) deserve it.
Aelin crawled into his lap, careful not to jostle the sling that held his arm steady. His fingers brushed against her side, against the silk of her nightgown. The calluses caught on the fabric that he gripped into a loose fist, but she understood. Sliding forward until she was as close as she could be, Aelin rested her hands on the sides of his neck.
“Fireheart.” There was tension in his voice, tension like he was trying to hold himself back. Whether because it was a test of his self control or because he physically had to for the sake of the gunshot wound he’d suffered to his shoulder.
Aelin leaned down, her lips pressing against the scarred flesh. It was soft, barely a whisper, barely a breeze of wind against his skin. Rowan’s exhale was shaky and his fingers flexed against her back. That kiss was an apology in itself, aside from the ones she’d already given him a thousand times since his confession.
When she pulled back, her thumb traced over his lips and she leaned forward to kiss him. It was a kiss that, if they weren’t existing in a world where what they had was a ticking time bomb, would be full of a million promises. Promises of tomorrow, of everything they might have with their future.
Knowing all of this, knowing what awaited them, she pulled back and whispered the words she should have that day they’d spent in her bed weeks ago after his rescue.
