training/ teasing (rowaelin)
a/n: hello! cheeky post after re-reading tog and feeling an empty pit in my heart that i needed to somehow fill. feel free to send prompts and i write them!
“This isn’t going to be fun if you’re going to be a sore sport about it.”
Rowan bared his teeth at her. “You cheated.”
Aelin straightened, flipping Goldryn in her hand nonchalantly. All while she kept a careful eye at the Fae Prince - no, King now - crouched on the ground. The Oakwald swallowed the sounds of their clashing swords but they still drew an audience; Little Folk, peering over boulders and blending into trees.
“You got distracted,” Aelin smiled, wicked, “that’s hardly my fault.”
Rowan straightened, switching from being defensive to slowly prowling to her. Aelin did not yield an inch. She met those pine green eyes as they came closer and closer - enough so that she could see his dilating pupils. Only let him do it because of the loose grip he had on his hatchet, not poised to strike. Lowered Goldryn in response, her other hand resting against her weapons belt.
A curl of icy wind brushed past the point on her ear, so much more sensitive in this Fae body than it once was and Aelin tried, and failed gods-damnit, to suppress her shudder. The goosebumps erupting across her skin. He leaned in, mouth hovering over hers as a smirk tugged one side up. Waiting. Both of them playing a game that they innately knew the rules to, wanting and yet waiting to see who would give in first.
Aelin did.
She pressed in, lips brushing his. She softly groaned at the contact, taking a step forward to deepen it -
To be stopped by Rowan’s hatchet. The tip pushed into her leathers hard enough to dent it, but not enough to pierce it. Unlike an actual battle-field, where a slice there would have had her guts hanging out of her stomach.
“Bastard.”
“I’d call that a win for me,” Rowan said, a satisfied male smile gracing his mouth.
“Look whose cheating now,” Aelin said, moving closer. Part of her uncaring as she scented him, the same scent now coming from her.
“Nothing you haven’t done before, Princess.”
“Since we’re on the topic of things I’ve done before...” Aelin trailed off, dragging her gaze down his body. Her hands followed, moving across his waist, his back. Her lips pressed against the hollow of his throat, his jaw, smiling against his cheek as his breathing got more ragged, before going up to his ear.
“You should have known better by now, Prince.”
Rowan froze, feeling the tip of her blade against his back. One push and it would pierce his heart.
“You’re a menace,” he breathed.
“A menace you mated,” Aelin smirked.
This time, when they lowered their weapons, the blinking eyes of the Little Folk disappeared, only the silent trees of Oakwald witnessing what followed.
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