Author's Notes:

I own nothing. All credit goes to SJM, the author of this fantastic series.

This is my first story for "A Court of Thorns and Roses".

I fell in love with these books and had to find an outlet for my imagination. There were many sexy scenes that were not written in detail for us in SJM's beautiful words and I do not claim to possess a fragment of her talent but I needed MORE! Hence, "Rhysand and Feyre: Sexy Tales from the Night Court" was born.

This compilation will hopefully be a series of one-shots featuring Rhysand and Feyre whom I love to pieces!

This one-shot is based on Chapter 56 of ACOMAF ~ which I call, "The Kitchen Table" scene.

WARNING! For graphic sexual content and adult language. If this sort of material offends you, please go read something else. You have been WARNED! All other readers please continue on and...

Enjoy!

~Sweetwaterspice

"I don't have a dirty mind just a sexy imagination."

Rhysand and Feyre: Sexy Tales from The Night Court

"The Fire of My Love"

'My soul made love to your soul long before our bodies met. When I first laid eyes on you I recognized you. You held my future in your hands' ~ Anita Krizzan

~ Rhysand

Winnowing.

It's an instinct second nature to me just as taking my next breath. I've repeated the same action now for centuries. Turning into smoke. Diving into the darkness between space and time. Being greeted by silence, by the rush of cool air against my skin, the flashes of light littering the cosmos that keep me alert and tethered to this life.

But today it feels different.

I don't hear silence; instead the pounding drum of my heart beats soundly in my ears. The air, not so cool today has been replaced by a simmering heat bubbling in my veins like molten lava. The glimmer of stars zipping by me have transformed into the crackling fire of ten thousand suns consuming my every thought, my every emotion. I've never felt so much life in my bones; this jolting, thrumming fire, threatening to explode and scatter me into a million bits in this vat of night and starlight.

The reason, clearly held in my arms.

"Feyre," I whisper.

She smiles at me with nothing but love shining in her eyes. Love for me.

My mate my mate my mate.

I repeat the words, playing them again and again in my head, still not believing but unable to deny the evidence solid in my embrace. The centuries had passed and though I've had many lovers I had not come across one like her. Not like Feyre. This woman wrapped in my arms– fearless, powerful, tenacious and stubborn as hell yet full of heart, tenderness and care. At last, I had found her under the most unlikeliest of circumstances, under the sky full of stars, shining the brightest among them all.

I had found her.

I prayed to the Cauldron as I even dared to dream that she would accept me...ME, as undeserving of her love as I am. And to a dream fulfilled, she in turn to my relief accepted our bond. I was not made to feel powerful, but humbled; humbled in every sense. I wasn't a High Lord in her presence but a man desperately in love; a man whose destiny was no longer paved to live an immortal life alone and all because she loves me.

We made love in our little cabin.

Passionate, burning, lustful…sweet, tender, deep love.

And we declared it with each kiss, each caress, each utterance.

I would not be anyone's whore, made to feel worthless, cheap, used. Feyre's love was the fire that burned away the memories of my past, sending those demons straight to hell. The fire that burned bright in my soul. The blaze in my heart that would never die.

I was Made new in her arms. I now saw a future, a real life and I damned the timing of this pending war. I damned our circumstances. I damned having to leave our lover's nest where I had told her in words as brazen and lacking any shame that I'd rather spend a week fucking her there. I don't regret my words. But it had to be so for now. We had to leave as much as I hated it.

Later, I would make love to Feyre all day and all night. Against that wall as she wished. Because as ravenous as my appetite had been last night I still hadn't had my fill.

I felt the urge for my mate rattling my bones. Her body called to me through the heat of her breath on my neck, the simple press of her breasts on my chest, the touch of her hands on my biceps. I pulled her closer, wanting to feel her nakedness, all of her, all over me. Arms, legs, mouth, tongue and every other delicious part of her. And these damned clothes between us felt like sandpaper. I needed to taste her, feel our bodies melt into each other. I was already losing my mind. I was losing my senses…

Then bright light hits me.

We've winnowed into the Illyrian camp, outside the little house where Feyre had left me. She hadn't pretended to hide her anger even as I called to her, furious with me after the Suriel had revealed to her we were mated.

Returning to camp instead of Velaris wasn't an option. This is where I needed to be. I won't be any good to face the task ahead of us tomorrow; to meet the Queens and secure the other half of the Book of Breathings if I don't clear my head.

I feel vulnerable and on edge, the rush of my blood echoes in my ears like a violent river. But I know there's a measure of safety here. The camp is heavily guarded and I know I'll be free to wield my rage on any male who dares to come within a few feet of my mate.

"Well, it's about time."

My ears burn at the sound of Cassian's voice from behind us. His voice is like flint to tinder in my ears. I snarl, a primitive instinct overriding any sense of civility; any sense that he is my friend. Today, we are not friends. He is my rival, another male standing too close, sniffing too closely at my mate. I can smell him and every hair on my body stands, every nerve in my body ready to pounce. I whirl in his direction, feeling Feyre's hand grip my arm.

Cassian's eyes meet mine but it's Feyre's touch which keeps me from hurtling forward to kick his arrogant ass as he stands there laughing at me.

My eyes are fixed on him. I don't let the mass exodus of Illyrian warriors grabbing women and children jetting to the skies above become a distraction. I'm a raging bull with one target in front of me.

"Hard ride?" he asks, and I feel the words as a banderilla square between my shoulders. But Feyre's touch reminds me of my need for control. The last thing I wish is to bring back memories of her time with Tamlin. I push down my rage as Cassian grins at me tying his hair back as he usually did when we sparred.

"When he bashes your teeth in, Cassian, don't come crying to me," Feyre shouts and a very large part of my brain chuckles at her warning because that is exactly what I'm intending.

But Cassian persists, ignoring her. "Mating bond chafing a bit, Rhys?"

I feel my breathing deepen, my hands clench into fists. My jaw is tense as I hold my tongue. He stands there, cocky as hell with his arms crossed over his chest. His forearms are cords of pure muscle but so are mine.

My jaws clamp down harder. A slight trembling begins jarring my spine and all I want to do is punch the smug look off his face. He is baiting me and though I should love him for it, another word out of his mouth and his ass is mine.

Seeing I wasn't budging he prodded, "Feyre doesn't look too tired. Maybe she could give me a ride–"

I explode.

We charge at each other, wings spread taut. We come at each other like two high speed trains barreling towards the other on the same track, neither relenting, neither blinking. With a shoulder square to his gut, I knock Cassian backwards straight into the muddy ground. He huffs as his body hits the earth beneath with a loud thud. I raise up to connect a right fist aiming at his jaw but he is quick with his feet and pushes me off him. Damn, he has powerful legs. He sets me on my back and I shuffle to my feet as he comes at me with a series of well timed punches; a right to my side that had me doubled over, then a left to the other. His next blow comes hurling to my face but I block it, sending a left hook to his jaw. Blood spurts on impact.

Cassian laughs. "That all you got?!" he shouts. "Too busy fucking you can't even give a solid punch, you little bitch!" And he connects a hard fist to my face. My head knocks to the side and I shake off the flash of blackness to my vision. I regain my balance, my rage fixed on him again.

"Come on, you little priss!" he motions, steadying his footing on the muddy ground. "Show me some balls, Rhys or does Feyre already have them in her…"

I shut his big trap with a quick one-two punch to his face before he sweeps my feet from under me. I land on rocks and mud, the stones burying into my lower back. I have no time to soothe my pain and jump back on two legs but Cassian is already knocking me back down to the soppy ground. He straddles me and I block his first punch as he hurls his fist at my face but not the second. The sound of knuckles against jawbone ring my head. I taste the tangy taste of blood in my mouth. Jackass. Hopefully my teeth are all still there. And the thought infuriates me. I find purchase of a rock and grabbing it between my muddy fingers knock it to the side of his head. I hear Cassian rip out a plethora of cuss words as he falls back on his ass. I can't help but smile.

I push off the sinking mud under my body scrambling to my feet before he is able to recover, blood visibly streaking from where I connected with the rock and swing back a foot to kick him in the stomach. He huffs, clutching his gut but my victory is short-lived as on the second attempt, he catches my foot in his large hands, twisting it and sending me face down to the ground.

Next thing I realize he's on my back and a choke hold is not a good place to be…

I don't know how long the fight lasts but we're both now sitting on the muddy ground, arms propped on our knees. Every breath is a chore.

Tired beyond exhaustion and unable to deliver another punch, we help each other off the ground.

"You piece of shit." I frown at my friend, wiping off caked mud around the socket of my right eye.

"You're welcome, asshole." Cassian grins, moving his jaw from side to side as if to check that it's still fully functional.

"I owe you…"

"Don't thank me…"

"I wasn't." But in reality we both know better. "Your ass is mine, Cassian."

He snickers. "Don't hold your breath, pretty boy. Unlike your dumb ass, I'm never mating. My wings are free to roam."

"That's what they all say."

"Want to drink to that?"

"You buying?"

"Hell, no. You're picking up the tab for me beating your sorry ass."

"First off, you did not beat my ass."

He bellows. "Wait 'til you get a good look in the mirror."

I run my tongue over my teeth. All there. "You don't look so hot yourself, you know."

"Damn it," he murmurs pressing his muddy fingers to his right eye. It was swelling shut. "This is the thanks I get."

We share a laugh, gathering our dirty, beaten, bloody selves and head to the house where Feyre and Mor no doubt have been waiting patiently.

Cassian is still talking about his dominant performance and I continue to ignore him knowing full well I could've used a hint of my power to bring him and this entire camp to its knees. But, what were friends for?

As I open the door and step inside, Cassian following close behind me, I smell her, the scent of our mating strong in my nostrils.

Feyre sits at the kitchen table with Mor but it's as if no one else exists. Not in time, not in this space which suddenly feels all too small. Feyre stares back at me with fire in her eyes and I can feel the charged electric current flowing between us.

There are words, voices spoken in the background, muffled sounds I care not to mind; I'm only seeing, breathing, tasting her– my mate.

In the sound of a heartbeat, Feyre stands from her seat. The chair crashes to the floor and we're lunging for each other. I yank her into my body and part her mouth with my tongue, kissing her deeply. She moans into my searching kiss as my hands, stained with dark mud slip into her hair. I knot my fingers in locks of golden-brown and hear her whimper. Feyre's arms wrap around my neck and she's virtually climbing up my body. I growl into her mouth and pick her up by the back of her thighs. My heart is racing and neither of us has control of breath let alone conscious thought. She wraps her legs around my hips and with a quick turn, I plop her down on the rustic, wooden kitchen table.

Her hips are writhing against me and she's clawing at my clothes but I have no patience for that.

"I need you Feyre…" I gasp feeling her teeth on my neck.

"Take me. Take me, Rhys." She pants and I love her breathless murmur.

I kiss her as my hand makes quick work of the button on her pants. I pull her off the table and spin her around so she faces away from me.

"Oh, Rhys…" she gasps, my fingers unzipping her pants and in one smooth motion, "Ohhh, fuck…" her pants are at her ankles and her panties follow, ripped in two pieces by my frenzied desperation. Her essence wafts up my nostrils and hits me hard. Setting myself free, I hear the sensuous sound of Feyre's acceptance as I bury my hardened cock in one mighty thrust into her wet and honeyed depth. My wings snap wide open in that instant. A growl escapes me as walls of pure heat, pure velvet sheath me. The sensation nearly makes my knees buckle as my body remembers in startling detail, This is Feyre. She is yours and you are hers.

My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips as I move inside of her. I know I should be gentle but I am not; this hunger, such hunger as I've never felt in all my life drives me and her body responds with a need of her own to my pounding thrusts. Her womanhood squeezes around me, threatening to send me over the edge all too soon. But I fight off the urge and anchor both hands around the space between her neck and shoulders, holding her steady and flush against me. My movements are faster as I push into her, my cock tapping her over and over again. The weight of the table is no match for me as it makes scratching noises over the wood floor. Feyre's hands curve around the edge, gripping the surface to absorb my pounding against her bottom.

"OHHH, YES! YES! YES!"

Her cries excite me. They're fuel heaped into the fire of my soul. I'm burning and Feyre's consuming me. I want to bring her to fulfillment, to hear her cries of ecstasy, to hear my name fall from her lips.

Feyre's head snaps back.

"RHYS! RHYS! OHHH…MOTHER…RHYYYSSS!"

I feel her stiffen, her knuckles white as she grips the table. And then… she lets out the most soulful, beautiful cry filling the space around us as she shatters around me. Her silken walls ripple with pleasure over me, the tremors of which threaten my very existence as she draws my climax from me. And I hear myself in the distance, my voice mixing with hers as I release my seed eagerly into her sweet chamber.

I collapse over her on the kitchen table, my mind dulled from the raw ecstasy I have just greedily enjoyed.

"Well…" Feyre smirks, her voice ragged, "That was definitely one for the record books."

I chuckle into her neck. "I love to hear you scream my name like that."

"I..." Before she retorts, I silence her. I like having the last word. We kiss– slower; a punctuation mark to our love making.

We stand from the table and look at each other. I feel the softness in my gaze as I look at her flushed, beautiful face. I trace a thumb over her swollen lips. The tension that had coiled me so tight was gone. My body, relaxed. I bend my head to softly kiss her again.

"I love you," I tell her.

"I know," she replies.

A chuckle escapes me. "You beautiful, wicked thing."

There's a knock on the door.

"You two done in there?!"

Cassian.

We smile at each other.

"We better go," she says.

I press my forehead to hers and kiss her one last time.

Putting ourselves back together with a washcloth and a little magic we meet up with Cassian who can't hide his grin and Mor who nothing seems to phase, wears no telling remark on her face although I know there was no hiding what happened between Feyre and me behind those closed doors.

With my darling in my arms and a lightness in my heart we winnow home.

To the music and light of Velaris.

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