I’m not an expert smut writer.So keep the hate to yourself.
Rhysand’s Point Of
I got a note from Feyre to meet her at the Court of
Nightmares.I was intrigued as to why she wanted to meet me there.It was after
all Dydd Santes Dwynwen
where the fae of the Night Court expressed and celebrated
their love with their mates or lovers.
I had it
all planned out.I was going to give Feyre a night of pleasure and make her moan
so loud that all of Velaris would hear her.I winnowed to the Hewn
City.Winnowing infront of the gates of the Hewn City,I saw a trail of blood red roses petals leading into
the city with a note.
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They had been on the case a total of 3
hours and they still couldn’t get a hold of him. Abby was desperately pacing at
the first call that went to voicemail, but the rest of them were relatively
calm until the first 30 minute-mark hit.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Well what else are we gonna do,
McGoober?” Tony asked, “Boss man didn’t answer.”
“We did call him 4 times…”
Ziva chimed in. “And the clock is money.”
stretched out blearily on
a couch, in a cable sweater
with a coffee I will not drink
I pose; a ballerina at the barre,
pretending not to know
I am his idea of art.
I am stifled with a beauty I view
as mere interruption of thought—
I’m just petals, lace, and body parts.
and with pale blue eyes
crumpling in his face like rejected ideas,
he evaluates my lanky frame
looking for cues; a course of action:
will he, or won’t he, go for
my throat? is that what we want?
—but I give no answer.
it is, with certainty,
the wrongest of times
to importune this dancer.