Part 7 of my modern Feysand AU. I’m sorry I promised a teaser for this one but I wrote this all today because I have had 0 time lately. But TA DA part 7.
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I’m not sure how long we kissed. It could have been 3 minutes, it could have been 3 hours. Either way I didn’t care.
Rhys kept his arm around me as we walk to the car, and again helps me into his Jeep because of my heels.
After he climbs into the driver’s seat he turns to me. “Soooo,” he drew out the word like he was trying to think of how to compose his words. “Do you want to go back to my place? I know that sounds a little weird but I wouldn’t condemn you to go back to your apartment with Mor and Az there. Trust me, I know they aren’t… quiet.”
A laugh rips from my lips. “Oh trust me, I’m aware. And yeah, that sounds good. I do not want to step foot in that apartment until I know they’re done.”
Rhysand’s laugh makes me smile as he throws the car into drive and blasts the heat.
I had been to the boys’ house before. It was large with 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, and a finished basement. It was only one floor, but Cassian took part of the basement as his bedroom so there was more space upstairs. The large kitchen and living room were separated by a wall that they had cup down partially to make it a bar.
I had been to their house before, but since Rhys moved in they changed a few things. Their mismatched couches were traded out for a nice leather on that wrapped around the mounted TV. They had a china set that matched now, and the place looked significantly cleaner.
For some odd reason I can’t help but picture Rhys in a yellow apron and pink gloves scrubbing the floor, folding laundry, and vacuuming.
Rhys had disappeared to his bedroom to change, leaving me on the couch to pick out a movie for us to watch. I glance down the hall where his bedroom was across from Azriel’s. I can’t help but think of his toned chest, the feel of his muscles under my touch flooding my memory.
When I hear the door open my attention snaps back to the tv and I go back to flipping through the list of movies.
Rhys is as stealthy as a fox, I didn’t even hear his footsteps on the wood floor. I jump when his body falls onto the couch beside me.
“Jesus, I need to get you a bell or something,” I mutter, causing his face to split into a grin.
He had changed into basketball shorts and a tshirt. He holds out his hands, a pile of folded clothes resting on them.
“So you don’t have to wear that dress, but also because I love seeing you in my clothes.”
I swat at his chest with my hand, but take the clothes gratefully, heading to the bathroom.
He had given me a pair of his sweats and one of his sweatshirts, the sweats were black and the sweatshirt a deep purple that probably made his eyes pop. I am swimming in both of them, and I have to tie the sweats around my waist so they don’t fall off. They were made from the same soft cotton as his shirts.
And my god, the smell of him surrounded me, making my heart thunder in my chest. I scoop my hair back into a bun. I realize then that the collar of the sweatshirt hung very loosely on my throat, my collarbone sticking out.
It was better than being stuck in a dress all night, that’s for sure. I step out into the hall, my dress draped over my arm as I head back into the living room.
“Feyre darling, I hope you realize that since you didn’t—” His voice abruptly cut off when he sees me.
I feel the blush creep onto my cheeks. “What?”
He smiles at me, “Nothing, you’re just beautiful.”
I roll my eyes, unable to stop the tug of my lips. He was a hopeless flirt, utterly hopeless. And it was cheesy but absolutely adorable.
I lay the dress over the bar to keep it from getting wrinkled and then come back to the couch.
Rhysand’s arm is immediately over my shoulder, tugging me against him.
“Where’s Cass at?” I ask softly. He’s still flipping through the movies.
“Probably out with Nesta. It’s too late for him to be at the gym, so he’s probably with her.”
I nod slightly, looking over at him. The white light from the tv cast a glow onto his skin; the sharp angles of his face were more defined with the shadows that now caressed them.
My fingers have a mind of their own as I extend them towards his face and run them over the soft skin of his cheek. His eyes flicker to me. Rhys angles his body towards me, leaning into my touch. It was unfair how freaking beautiful he was, how cleaver and smart he was. The man should have to pick between the two.
“Do you really want to watch a movie Feyre?” he breathes the question. The heat of his breath tickles my cheek. Fuck we are close.
A slight shake of my head has his moving closer to me, closer, closer, closer. His lips brush mine. Tickle is a better word because I press my lips together and giggle.
His face beams with a mischievous smirk. “Are you ticklish, Feyre darling?”
I gape at him.
Oh hell no
My silence is enough of an answer for him, that and probably the look of horror I have on my face.
He moves quickly, too quickly, for me to try and escape his grasp. I feel his hands against my side, fingers tickling my skin through the flood of fabric. I try to swipe at him, laughter bubbling through me uncontrollably.
“Prick!” I bark at him, only making it easier for him to advance on me. It’s not hard for him to pin me against the couch, the weight of his body holding me down as his hands ravage my sides. Tears spring to my eyes from laughing so hard.
I try to push him off, the bastard showing no mercy to me.
I knew that his intensions were playful, but if it were anyone but Rhys I probably would have had a panic attack by now. I had Tamlin to thank for that. But I knew deep within me that Rhysand would never do anything to hurt me.
One of my hands was pinned between my hip and his knee so I throw my other fist at him, it bouncing against his chest. Then I do the only thing that I know would stop him for sure. My finger wrap around the back of his neck and I pull him down to me, my lips clashing with his in a desperate attempt to make him stop.
Just like that, with the feel of his lips against mine, I want him.
His hands slacken on my sides, and they move to grip my hips rather than assault me with tickles. I feel Rhysand lower his body to mine. I can feel his chest press against mine, his hips fitting against my own as he moves his knees between my legs.
Quickly I move my other hand through his hair. I feel his tongue against my lower lip, an unspoken question of consent. I part my lips and his tongue sweeps in to dance with my own.
I realize then that I would never tire of kissing him. The softness of his lips, the feel of his hands on my skin. I could not and would never get enough.
A soft gasp escapes my lips he pulls his lips away and drags them against my jaw, his breath is hot against my skin. I tilt my head slight, guiding his kisses down the column of my throat.
“Rhysand,” his name escapes my lips as a moan.
And to think not even a few minutes ago he ambushed me. Maybe it was to end up precisely in this situation.
Did I care? Absolutely not.
Just when his lips grace the skin—the very sensitive spot—above my collarbone, the heat of his lips leave me. I open my eyes to find him staring at me, his violet eyes drinking in the sight of me pinned beneath him. There was something behind them, something predatory. I could tell he was trying to slam the door on the cage that kept that thing locked up. But damn, I want that exact beast to have free reign to devour me.
I open my mouth to speak, but Rhys presses a calloused finger to my lips, silencing me momentarily.
“Feyre…hold on to whatever you are going to say. I want you to know that I find you very attractive; and even though we have only been on this one date, I feel something for you. It’s stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. It’s like part of me is screaming at the other parts to just…I don’t know exactly what it’s asking but I don’t want this to go any further without you knowing that. But we should wait, for both of us. I have an idea of what you went through and I don’t want to be the guy who forces you into something after that. That I—”
My fingers curl in the back of his hair and then pull him down against my lips. I knew what he was trying to say, that if we did this it wouldn’t just be a hookup. My heart ached for the man above me, because he was right. Even though this was only our first date I felt something. A good something that made my blood sing in my veins. Whatever it is that Rhys was feeling for me I felt it for him too.
I pull away from the kiss, Rhys looked stunned. It is a very pleasing sight to see him blushing like that.
“I know, thank you,” I breathe. I wanted so badly for him to carry me off to his room, or hell even just take me right there on the couch. But both of us knew we weren’t ready for that. We would wait for each other because it was better to base a relationship off of a friendship than sex. I knew that all too well. I push down all of the reactions and all the things my body wants and focus on what my heart needs instead.
I peck him on the lips one more time before slowly climbs off of me. We settle back into a semi-awkward silence as he picks a random movie and throws it on. I didn’t care what it was and it didn’t matter. I leaned against his shoulder and am asleep before the opening titles scroll across the screen.
Tamlin’s harsh voice echoes through my head.
“After all I did for you. After everything, you still decide to whore around with some other guy.”
I can’t move from where my feet were planted on the ground. I still had on the dress that I had worn with Rhysand tonight.
“You’re mine, do you hear me?” His voice has risen to a loud growl. I can’t move as he stalks towards me. I can’t do anything as he grabs my hair hard enough to hurt, and crushes his lips to mine. His tongue forces his way into my mouth. And I can’t move. I can’t fight him as he forces me back against a wall and pins my arms there, bruising my wrists.
No. No. I don’t want this, not anymore. But I can’t move.
Tamlin forces his way down my neck, violating me with the kisses that I no longer want.
“You are mine.”
I was not his. I am no one’s. I am my own person.
Mustering up my strength I push him off of me. But I can’t turn, I can’t run. My legs are glued to spot where he had pushed me.
“You little whore.”
I watch helplessly as his hand rises, swings, and connects with my cheek.
Tears slide down my face. I can still feel the sting against my skin where Tamlin had hit me.
Hands where gripping my shoulders, shaking me awake.
The sound of Rhysand’s voice bounces off my ears.
My eyes snap open only to meet the worry that laces Rhys’s violet ones.
I was in a bed, a big bed, and my head was resting on a pillow that was wet with my tears. Rhysand was hovering over me, his hands braced on my shoulders. Milky morning light makes it look like there is a halo around his head.
“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he whispers to me.
My mouth feels like it has been stuffed with cotton. When I open my mouth to talk all that comes out is a sob. Through my tears I watch as I Rhys gathers me into his arms and pulls me against his bare chest.
All of it spills out through my sobs. My relationship with Tamlin, how I thought everything was fine. How I didn’t know he was as heavy as a drinker as I thought he was. How he had started to mentally abuse me. Mor had confronted me about it when I had started to lose weight. I told her it was nothing, that I was fine. And then one night, I went over to his place not knowing he was drinking. He had accused me of many things that night. And when I told him I would leave him, he had turned—eyes blazing—and smacked me. It was hard enough to leave a bruise on my cheek. He tried profusely to apologize to me. He kept saying that he was sorry and wouldn’t do it again. I couldn’t be with someone who hit me, I never ever could. I ended it right then and there. When I went home to Mo, she was so mad she went and kicked the shit out of Tamlin, and was my rock while I was healing.
I can’t help the fact that he still filtered into my nightmares. I can’t help the fact that some part of me still loved the part of him that I thought was good. And I defiantly can’t help the fact that I feel like I have made a mistake by loving him.
Rhysand sits through my story, a hard mask over his face as I spill the truth of what happened to me. At the end, when I finally stop shuttering and blubbering about how much I had messed up he does something I don’t expect.
He leans down and kisses away the remaining tears that streak my cheeks.
“I would never do anything to hurt you, Feyre. I would rather turn a gun on myself than point it at you. And I promise you that I will protect you from people like that from today until my last day, okay?”
A slight nod is all I can manage.
“And if I ever see this Tamlin fellow, I’ll put him in the hospital.”
His morbid promise makes me feel a bit better about the whole situation.