Throne of Glass High School AU
Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.
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“Can you hurry up and pick a movie already?”
“Well. Maybe if you just told me what you wanted to watch instead of shooting down all my suggestions-”
“I picked last time. It’s your turn now.”
“You can’t say that and then complain about the movies I pick.”
“Fine.” Aelin leaned back against the couch. She crossed her arms and legs, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. “Take your time. Besides, I’m enjoying the view anyways.”
Aelin smiled to herself as her eyes drifted to Rowan’s ass. Yeah, she was definitely enjoying the view. She’d actually be fine with spending the night staring at Rowan’s ass instead of watching a movie.
She was aware of him turning to look over his shoulder at her, but Aelin purposely stared at Rowan’s ass for a moment longer before meeting his gaze. She raised an eyebrow at him, biting down on her bottom lip slightly as Rowan sent her his own knowing smile, turning back to his shelf of movies.
A knot of desire and frustration started to form in her stomach. Just the feeling had Aelin cursing Lysandra.
Ever since Lysandra asked her about sex with Rowan, it was all Aelin could think about. She wanted nothing more than to feel his skin against hers. But she didn’t know if he was ready or not. And she didn’t want to push him. The last girl he had been with was Lyria, after all.
But it was getting to the point where Aelin ached to be close to Rowan.
“There.” Rowan placed a movie in the DVD player before walking over to the couch and sitting down next to Aelin. “I’m not getting up to change it.”
“What did you turn on?” She asked as Rowan wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
“You know, I’ve never actually seen the Star Wars movies before.”
Rowan looked down at Aelin, disbelief shining in his eyes.
“Well, we know what we’re doing for the rest of the night, then.”
Not exactly how Aelin would have liked to spend their night alone at Rowan’s, especially since his parents weren’t home.
“How’s the routine coming along?”
“It’s coming,” Aelin said, the previews for the movie starting to play. “It’s all done and we have music. Now it’s just perfecting it before Nationals.”
“Are you nervous?” Rowan slowly ran a finger up and down Aelin’s arm.
“Honestly? No,” she admitted. “I’m more excited and anxious if anything. Maybe just a little nervous because of how much this routine means to me.”
As if it was possible, Rowan somehow managed to pull Aelin closer to him.
“I can’t wait to see it.”
Aelin leaned her head against his chest. “I can’t wait to show you.”
Rowan gave Aelin’s arm a gentle squeeze as a silence fell around them. The opening chords of Star Wars: A New Hope filled the room.
“Thank you, by the way,” Aelin spoke up just a few moments into the movie, if only because she simply couldn’t stop herself.
Rowan glanced down at her with pinched brows. “For what?”
There were so many things Aelin wanted to thank him for. For helping her feel again. For showing her love, making her feel warm and safe. For claiming her. For being by her side, to whatever end.
But as her turquoise and gold eyes locked with his green ones, she simply said, “for believing in me.”
Rowan gave no reply. The most loving and cherished smile appeared on his lips instead. Aelin’s heart jumped in her chest as he bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. She snuggled in closer to him, curling her feet under her as they turned back to the screen, a comfortable silence falling around them.
They stayed like that for the longest time, simply enjoying the movie and each other’s company. Aelin actually found herself liking the movie the farther they got into it. She was completely relaxed into Rowan’s side and just being there with him, her arm thrown against his stomach, she couldn’t help but feel unbelievably happy.
Aelin looked up at Rowan, only to find him watching her. For how long, she didn’t know. But there was a look of undying love on his face, lips pulled up in one corner and green eyes shining in the light of the screen.
She could see it in his eyes, all the things he was thanking her for. All the love and happiness. All for her. And her own heart ached with its own love. All for him.
She owned his heart and he owned hers. It had always been that way, even when they hated each other. And it would always be that way.
But despite all the things his eyes were telling her, his voice came out in just a whisper.
“For making me happy again.” His eyes were swimming with emotion. “For being you.”
Aelin had no words. She couldn’t think of the right thing to say as she looked up, staring into Rowan’s endless green depths. She couldn’t find the words to speak with her mind anymore. So she spoke with her heart instead.
Reaching up, Aelin placed the softest most cherished kiss on Rowan’s lips. She poured everything she couldn’t say into that kiss. All the love she had for him but had yet to say out loud. All the happiness he brought her. She told him all of it through that one kiss.
She pulled away after a moment, but only a few inches rested between them.
Aelin slowly opened her eyes, looking up through her lashes at Rowan. The same emotions were reflected in his own eyes, but there was something else there. Something that darkened the green in his eyes and made Aelin’s stomach tighten.
Without so much as a word, Rowan leaned forward and reclaimed her lips with his. The same love and passion were still there from the kiss before, but this one held more. More desire. More want.
While the other kiss held everything they already said, this one held everything they still had yet to.
Rowan pulled Aelin closer. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and she couldn’t help it. She melted into his arms then and there, a moan escaping her lips. And as Rowan’s tongue crashed against hers, the outside world was forgotten and it was just them. Just her and just him.
It was almost like their bodies started working on autopilot. Rowan’s hands ran down Aelin’s arms, down the curve of her back, before stopping at her hips. He quickly and effortlessly lifted her up, setting her on his lap so she was straddling him. He broke the kiss only to move his lips along her jaw and down her throat, stopping at the column of her neck. The sensation of his tongue and teeth teasing her skin caused Aelin to throw her head back, giving Rowan better access.
Another moan escaped her lips, this time sounding like his name.
Rowan moved, kissing and nipping at the spot where her neck and shoulder met. Aelin couldn’t help herself as she rolled her hips against his, already desperate for some sort of relief. The movement caused Rowan to release a noise from the back of his throat, a noise that caused the heat between Aelin’s legs to rise before he leaned forward and took her lips once more.
This kiss was more wild and exciting than the past ones. It lit a fire in Aelin. A fire that even she couldn’t control as she once again grinded her hips against his. And when she felt Rowan’s growing want for her, it just caused the fire to burn hotter and brighter.
Aelin started to move her hips harder, needing more friction, when Rowan’s hands were suddenly on her hips, holding her in place.
“You have to stop that,” he growled into her lips, breathing heavily.
Aelin pulled back just enough to see Rowan’s face, only to find his eyes closed.
Maybe she’d misread the moment. Maybe Rowan let his guard down a bit too far and he was now realizing they had to stop. Maybe he really wasn’t ready yet.
Aelin started to pull back some more, but Rowan’s grip on her tightened as he opened his eyes.
The openness in his eyes, the want, and desire that darkened the green and caused his pupils to dilate, it was hard to miss. Hard to mistake for anything but love, want, and lust.
The smallest smile started to take form on Aelin’s lips as she brought her hand to rest on his cheek, brushing her thumb lightly across his lips before moving forward.
“Nowhere,” she breathed into his mouth, kissing him slowly
It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, the tension between them becoming thick and heated. Every nerve in Aelin’s body felt Rowan’s hands as they moved up and down her back painfully slowly before coming to rest on her hips, stopping on the exposed skin between her pants and sweater.
Just the feeling of his fingertips brushing her bare skin caused electricity to shoot through her, her body coming alive.
Rowan pulled back slightly, his heavy breathing caressing Aelin’s face as he rested his forehead against hers.
Aelin’s heart stopped dead in her chest, her whole body locking in place as she gazed into Rowan’s eyes. But he simply looked back with so much intensity and tenderness that it caused Aelin’s heart to pound against her ribcage.
“I love you,” he repeated, never looking away. “I didn’t think I’d be able to say that to someone ever again. But then I met you and… God Aelin, I love you.”
Her heart swelled with love and warmth, her eyes becoming glossy as the smallest smile pulled on the corner of her lips.
She was breaking and healing, but she never felt more whole in her life.
Gently, Aelin took Rowan’s face in her hands, carefully pulling him forward until his lips were on hers once again. And she poured every ounce of passion, desire, love she had for Rowan into that kiss.
“I love you too,” she murmured, the words becoming lost on Rowan’s lips. “I love you so much, Rowan Whitethorn.”
A deep moan sounded from Rowan at Aelin’s words. He deepened the kiss, his hands running down her hips, her thighs, before hooking behind her knees.
Aelin couldn’t help the squeal of surprise that left her lips as Rowan stood up, her legs locking around his waist. A chuckle left Rowan’s lips and he started to walk, the sound causing Aelin to let out her own laugh before it was muffled by Rowan kissing her again.
And before she knew it, they were upstairs, Rowan kicking his bedroom door closed behind him.
Rowan continued to kiss her senseless as Aelin slid to her feet, her stomach twisting with desire and anticipation and the slightest bit of nervousness.
“Are you sure?” She asked once they pulled apart, her chest heaving.
She had to ask. She had to hear him say it. She didn’t want him to go through with this if he still wasn’t ready. She wouldn’t do that to him.
But the look in Rowan’s eyes and on his face told her enough.
Rowan lifted a hand and gently creased her cheek, his gaze burning into her very soul.
“I love you, Aelin,” he said, voice rough. “I want this. I want you.”
The smallest smile graced her lips as Aelin gave Rowan the lightest kiss, only to pull back seconds later.
Without breaking eye contact, she reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it somewhere across the room.
Rowan had seen Aelin in just a bra before - less even. But the look he was giving her in that moment, the way his stare devoured her, it caused a heat to build in the pit of her stomach.
She had never felt more loved before in her life.
Rowan quickly reached down and pulled off his own shirt, sending it flying across the room to join Aelin’s on the floor.
She took a moment to take in his sculpted abdomen, the hard cords of his shoulders, his chiseled chest. Just the sight alone caused the warmth between Aelin’s legs to throb.
She lifted her gaze to find Rowan watching her, drinking her in with a small appreciative smile.
Their lips found each other once more, and they continued with hot kisses as they stumbled towards the bed, hands roaming over every bit of exposed skin.
When they reached the bed, Rowan sat down on the edge, his lips staying on Aelin in some form or another as she placed her legs on either side of him. She straddled his lap, the bulge in his pants evident from her position, causing her to moan and roll her hips against his.
She had never wanted someone so much before in her life.
With his own groan, Rowan’s lips left hers to trail down her neck, across her collarbone, and her shoulder. His hands moved up her stomach as light as a feather before coming to a stop on her breast. Her took her into his giant hand, stopping to place kisses just above her bra. The feeling had Aelin arching her back.
Reaching behind, Aelin unclasped her bra. Rowan pulled back just in time to see the lace piece come off, falling to the floor. His eyes lingered on her exposed breast, her pert nipples, before looking back up at her with eyes so dark with love and lust they appeared black.
But before Rowan could make another move, Aelin pushed him back onto the bed.
She said earlier that she had so many things to thank him for, and Aelin was going to use this time to thank him properly.
With Rowan lying beneath her, a look of surprised coating his features, Aelin took the time to trace the lines and shapes on his lower abdomen with her finger nail, slowly making her way up to his chest. She took pleasure at the feeling of his muscles trembling under her fingers, the sound of his sharp intake of breath, as she dragged them up and down his stomach.
She bent down, her bare breasts pressing against his chest as she placed her lips on his. It was heated, wet, all teeth and tongue at that point as Rowan slowly ran his hands down the curve of her back. Almost like he was trying to commit her shape to memory.
Aelin moved on from his lips, inching down his neck and chest, her tongue stopping every now and then to lick and tease. And as she started to make her way down his abdomen, her hands made their way to the button of his pants.
“Aelin.” Rowan’s voice was rough with desire as he propped himself up on his elbows, watching her as she got down on her knees at the end of the bed.
“Rowan.” She looked up at him through her lashes, unzipping his pants. Smoothly, Aelin managed to pull off the jeans and throw them onto the floor as she came face to face with his sizable bulge, clearly visible beneath his black boxers.
The heat between her thighs grew at just the sight, causing her to become even wetter.
Aelin kept her own lust-filled gaze locked with Rowan’s as she steadily moved her hands to the waistband of his underwear. With a sly smile, she pulled them down, agonizingly slowly, and her mouth went dry as Rowan’s cock sprang free
She pulled his underwear off the rest of the way, her eyes never leaving Rowan’s. Not as she threw the boxers to the floor. Not as she took his cock in her hand. And his eyes never left her. It was only when she gave him the first stroke, slow and tantalizing, that Rowan threw his head back, but stayed on his elbows.
Aelin continued to stroke, astonished at the feel of him in her hands. Just the thought of him inside her, it had her aching with desire.
“God,” Rowan groaned, thrusting his hips into her hand.
“This is my time,” Aelin teased. “Stop that.”
As if to prove her point, Aelin brought her mouth to the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, Aelin,” were the only words Rowan managed to get out before Aelin wrapped her lips around the head, easing him into her mouth.
Rowan got out a few more curses and groans as Aelin worked him. She couldn’t help but moan around him at the sounds he was making, all because of her.
Aelin pulled off only to start again. She could feel Rowan trembling under her as she gave a long lick, her hand coming up to join her month.
There was a plea, a wanting in Rowan’s voice that caused her to look up. His hands were in a tight fist, eyes almost completely black, face coated with desire.
Reaching forward, Rowan gently took her chin in his hand, guiding her up until she was standing before him rather than kneeling. He placed a heated kiss on her lips, moaning as he tasted himself on her tongue. He brought her back to his lap, lips moving from hers, across her jaw, to the shell of her ear.
“My turn,” he growled before flipping them over.
For a short moment, Aelin couldn’t really register what was happening. Then Rowan brushed her hair away from her neck, and Aelin groaned as his teeth nipped at her skin.
He took his time moving down her body, stopping on her breast for the longest time. He kissed and teased the sensitive skin, twirling his tongue around her nipple, switching between the two until Aelin was squirming under him, almost begging for more.
Rowan continued to move down, placing kisses, flicking his tongue, and scraping his teeth along her skin as he went. His tongue swirled around her bellybutton as his hand moved up her thigh ever so slowly. Aelin panted and moaned, her core aching and throbbing. She couldn’t help but arch her back as Rowan’s hands finally came to the waistband of her leggings.
And in one quick movement, they were gone. Along with her underwear.
Aelin’s eyes stayed on Rowan as he flashed her a wicked smile. Just the sight of him between her legs was enough to almost completely undo her.
Taking his damn time, Rowan fell to his knees and started placing feather soft kisses on her inner thigh, his hot breath caressing her skin. She could feel him so close to her dripping wet entrance, feel his breath on her folds. But instead of stopping where she needed him most, Rowan simply moved on to the other thigh, his deep chuckle vibrating against her skin.
“Stop teasing me, Buzzard,” she said roughly, her back arching as Rowan’s tongue flicked the spot he had just nipped.
“Needy are we?” He smiled into her thigh.
Aelin simply groaned in response, her hips bucking as Rowan brought his hand up between her thighs, parting her wet folds before his fingers entered her.
“Fuck,” she panted as Rowan added another finger, pumping in and out as he kissed her thighs once more.
Aelin’s hands fisted the sheets, her head falling back against the mattress. She lost her ability to form thoughts. The only thing she could think about was Rowan and his fingers and the sight of him between her legs.
“Rowan,” she moaned. “Please. More.”
A deep growl came from Rowan at the sound of Aelin begging for him. With one hand gripping her thigh, Rowan brought his mouth to her centre. And with one swift lick, he had Aelin arching off the bed, moaning and panting as her hands flew to his hair.
He continued to work at her folds, his tongue working her, devouring her as his fingers continued to push into her heated core.
She grinded her hips against him as Rowan planted a kiss on her clit. She was so close, her fists tightening in Rowan’s hair.
He worked her, building her up. Rowan added a third finger just as his teeth nipped at her clit and Aelin was pushed over the edge. She screamed, crying out as her release rocked her. And only when she was lying before him, panting heavily, did Rowan crawl back up to her.
She groaned as he claimed her lips with his, tasting herself, and causing the heat between her legs to build again.
Rowan dropped his head, resting against Aelin’s neck. She could feel him breathing in her scent, placing a tender kiss on her shoulder before rising onto his hands. His eyes burned into hers, asking the questions Aelin was more than ready to answer.
There with Rowan, being that close to him, if felt more than right. It felt like every twist and turn in their lives had led them to that moment, pushing them and guiding them. There with Rowan, Aelin didn’t think, she didn’t worry, she didn’t feel anything but love.
There with Rowan, she felt at home.
With her hands gently resting on either side of his face, Aelin leaned forward and placed the most adoring kiss on his lips.
“I love you,” she breathed. “I want you.”
Rowan kissed her back with just as much ferocity before pulling back. He reached across the bed, opening his bedside table and pulling out a condom.
“Someone’s prepared.” Aelin kept her eyes locked on Rowan as he moved towards her.
There was a joke in there, a witty comment waiting to be said, but the moment didn’t call for it. Rowan simply locked eyes with her, sending her a wink as he ripped open the packaging.
Once the condom was in place, Rowan hovered over Aelin again. He brought a hand to her cheek, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip before kissing her, slow and deep.
The moment couldn’t feel more right.
Aelin’s breath hitched before she moaned against Rowan’s lips as he entered her, agonizingly slowly.
She moaned louder and louder as every inch of him filled her, Rowan panting above her. And when she had adjusted to his length, Rowan pulled back before he moving against her once more.
The moan that left Aelin’s lips was pure sin.
Rowan simply groaned in response, thrusting his hips against hers. Again, Aelin couldn’t think. Her only thought in that moment was Rowan. The only thing that mattered was Rowan. She needed more. More of him.
Her nails raked down his shoulders, back arched and head thrown against the bed as she raised her hips to meet Rowan’s thrusts.
She felt like she was on fire. She bit her lip and opened her mouth, but the only sounds that came out were moans. The only word she could find was fuck.
“Gods, Aelin,” Rowan growled above her, his head falling into her neck as he kept moving against her.
She could feel her climax building and building. And it was when Rowan started nipping and sucking on the skin where her neck and shoulder met that a wave of pleasure crashed through her, causing her to call out Rowan’s name, her hips lifting off of the bed.
Rowan continued to thrust into her, letting her ride out her orgasm. Aelin clawed her nails up his back, bringing his face to hers. She gave him a heated kiss, moaning his name. And as she bit and sucked on his bottom lip, it was enough to make his whole body go tense, locking up as his own orgasm rocked through him.
They both lay there for a moment, panting heavily as a glorious haze took over.
Slowly, Rowan pulled out of her, and once the condom was disposed of, he joined Aelin back on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close before leaning over and placing a kiss on her forehead.
A silence fell between them as Aelin cuddled into Rowan’s side. With his arm around her, she rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
“The first time I saw you, I remember thinking you were more trouble than you were worth,” Rowan said, his voice deep and heavy as he played with the ends of her hair.
Aelin shifted so she was resting her chin on his chest, looking up at Rowan’s face.
“But I was wrong,” he continued. “You’re trouble, but you’re definitely worth it.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Aelin gave him a lopsided smile. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were a stuck up dick.”
Rowan’s laughed vibrated in his chest.
“But I think that was because when I looked at you, I saw myself,” Aelin explained. “And I didn’t like what I saw. But now when I look at you, I see love and hope. I feel safe and at home.”
The smallest smile graced Rowan’s face. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was soft, gentle, unhurried.
“I’ve never felt more whole than I have with you,” he breathed.
Aelin couldn’t help but smile into his lips. “I love you, Buzzard.”
Rowan’s deep chuckle rocked them both, “I love you too, Fireheart.”
Lysandra looked up from where she was lounging across her bed. Well, lounging as best as she could, considering she was five months along. She was definitely past the stage where flowing tops hid her bump. She truly did look pregnant which caused a lot of rumors and gossip to spread around her once she got back to school after Christmas break.
She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips when she saw Aedion standing in her doorway.
“Just some parenting and baby books,” she said, sitting up on her bed. “Thanks for coming over. I was feeling lonely.”
“Well, seeing as your father is working a night shift, I figured it was safe.” It was meant as a joke, but Lysandra could see the hesitation in Aedion’s eyes as he spoke.
She couldn’t help but think back to a few weeks before, when they finally came out to their parents about the pregnancy. To say Lysandra’s dad didn’t take it well was kind of an understatement. There was a lot of yelling, followed by Aedion getting kicked out of the house, then a week of silence between the father and daughter. It was only last week that her dad started talking to her again.
“He’ll come around,” Lysandra said softly. “We just have to give him time. He’s already warming up to the idea I think.”
Aedion simply raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing Lysandra’s words. But he didn’t comment as he walked further into the room.
“How are your parents doing?” She asked, as Aedion sat across from her on the bed.
Ashlyn and Gavriel took the news better than Lysandra’s dad did. But Lysandra figured it was because they were mostly in shock when they told them about the baby.
“Coming around I think,” Aedion said. “Mom was saying something about being too young to be a grandmother the other day. But last night I found her looking at baby clothes,” a sparkle appeared in Aedion’s eyes. “She’s hoping for a girl, I think, while dad wants a grandson. It wouldn’t surprise me if they start a bet soon.”
“Aelin could probably join them. I think she’s hoping for a niece to dress up.”
She tried to keep her tone nice and light, but it was harder than she thought it would be. Hearing how excited Aedion’s parents were, it hurt. Hurt that her own father was basically the complete opposite.
“He’ll come around,” Aedion spoke up, voice gentle as Lysandra gave him a grateful smile.
A silence fell around them. Aedion picked up one of the many books on the bed and started mindlessly flipping through the pages. Lysandra kept her eyes trained on him, watching as his blonde hair flopped in his eyes.
“People at school are starting to notice.” The words were out before she even realized what she was saying.
“Hmmm.” Aedion didn’t so much as look up from the book.
“It’s going to get out soon.”
“People are going to talk,” she continued. “They’re going to say-”
“It doesn’t matter what they say.” Aedion closed the book, throwing it on the bed as he moved closer to Lysandra. “We’ll prove them all wrong.”
Lysandra liked to think of herself as a pretty strong person. She was prepared to raise the baby by herself. She normally didn’t care about what other people thought of her, of her decisions and choices. But in quiet, open moments like this, she couldn’t help but remember that she was seventeen. Seventeen and pregnant.
“We’re only teenagers.” She hated how weak her voice sounded.
“And we’ll love our baby now just as much as we would if we were 25,” Aedion took her hands in his. “That’s all that matters.”
She could feel the tears pooling in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall as she smiled. Leaning in, she placed a soft, loving kiss on Aedion’s lips.
As strong as she was, she was grateful every day that she had Aedion by her side through the whole thing.
“I was thinking-” Aedion breathed as he pulled back, his face resting inches from hers- “maybe we should look for a small apartment here in town.”
Lysandra blinked, leaning back slightly so she could see Aedion’s face better.
“What about college?” She asked. “You want to go to-”
“I can take a year off.” His eyes never left hers as he spoke. “Watch the baby while you finish high school.”
“We don’t need to decide now,” he said quickly. “We’ll think about it. Make the decision in a few months-”
Lysandra suddenly laughed, which just earned her a look of confusion from Aedion.
“No, Aedion-” she quickly grabbed his hand, placing it on her small, round belly- “Feel.”
Silence draped over them for a few moments. Aedion kept his brows pinched in confusion, as his hand rested on her stomach, with Lysandra’s hand on top of his. It didn’t take long for Lysandra to feel it. It almost felt like bubbles in her stomach, a fluttering feeling. And by the way Aedion’s eyes grew wide, she knew he had felt it too.
“Was that…” Aedion’s gaze moved to meet Lysandra’s as she nodded.
A grin broke out on Aedion’s face as he leaned forward, his lips meeting Lysandra’s as the baby kicked again.
“We’ll figure this all out,” Lysandra mumbled into the kiss, causing Aedion to smile against her lips.
“We’ll figure this all out,” he agreed. “Together.”
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