Author's Notes:

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

This one-shot is based on Chapter 60 of "ACOMAF" ~ which I call, "The Roof" 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...

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~Sweetwaterspice

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

Rhysand and Feyre: Sexy Tales from The Night Court

"Under the Moonlit Sky"

"and you were just like the moon,

so lonely, so full of imperfections,

but just like the moon, you shined in times of darkness"

~ Rhysand

I stood on the roof of The House of Wind, atop of the mountain, my hands shoved deep inside my pants pockets, looking out into the horizon. I had lost track of time. But what did time matter now when my city was in pain? Scattered lights glowing in warm, yellow hues dotted the landscape of my city. Velaris. Her radiant beauty flickered like the dying flame of a candle. What devastation would again greet my eyes once the blanket of darkness disappeared? When day would dawn on us recalling to memory what we had suffered today? I felt a tightness in my chest. A hurt unlike any other I had ever felt over the span of many centuries. Not even a half a century Under the Mountain had pained me like this. My stomach twisted in a knot. This was my home. My city. My people. And I had let them down.

Velaris lay in dreadful silence tonight. It wasn't the silence of peace I was accustomed to but one of uneasiness that now loomed over it like a dark, dreadful cloud. The echo of this nothingness was worse than the sounds of battle, of people weeping and wailing over their loved ones; of Feyre crying in my arms. I strained to hear any sound. Nothing. Nothing but stillness around me. In this void of silence there was nothing but the loud clang of my guilt beating like a gong every second. No other sound to dull the bitter anger that reverberated through my bones. It's trill, a constant reminder of what I had done.

This had been my fault. I had failed in every way possible. Perhaps it was my arrogance that thought I could bring about a peace that was only a mere façade. I had gambled, taken a risk and got my balls handed to me. I had sacrificed my people. I had served them on a silver platter, ripe and readied to be devoured by a monster. We had survived untouched, in peace, in harmony for five thousand fucking years and in one day, all of that had come crashing down like a house of cards. I should've let the outside world burn to hell. Why did I even care? I keep seeing the faces of the players in this cruel game but it's my face that condemns me most.

What I would do now to take it all back. Was I so naïive to believe that others would wish for the same peace of Velaris? To taste paradise? To live without fear or war? Maybe it has been a dream all along. Maybe there is more peace to be had in fear and discontent than in harmony and good will. As the thoughts run wild through my head, I know I don't believe them. Feyre wouldn't see things that way. Neither would Cassian, Azriel, Mor. Not even Amren. They had, each one of them fought so valiantly today to keep Velaris from utter destruction. They fought with everything they had to preserve a dream…our dream.

"The Court of Dreams" we called ourselves. I felt a twinge of cynicism.

I filled my lungs with the crisp night air. The sting of tears pricked behind my eyes but I fought them back. No. I wouldn't give up on that dream– not for my people, not for my friends and definitely not for my Mate. I was their High Lord and I'd be damned if I would let them down.

"What do we do now?" I remembered Mor asking, tiredness clinging like a mask on her face. I looked at my Circle, coated in blood and dirt. Wounds oozing and bruises slowly healing over faces, arms and necks. The dark tint of exhaustion rimmed their eyes. Amren leaning against Azriel, her skin ashen, her clothing in shreds. We had spent hours rebuilding the wards of the city, tending to the injured, counting the dead, seeking answers to so many questions. Velaris was secure for now with much stronger wards that Amren asserted would not be so easily felled.

"We eat. We sleep," Amren had said. I would not sleep tonight.

"And then we retaliate." Azriel's eyes were fired anew even after he'd given all of his strength in battle.

This was my Circle. These were my loved ones. They hadn't given up on this dream. And they hadn't given up on me.

I turned, taking a seat on the cold roof tile, my wings sagging behind me. I looked up to the dark canopy of heaven. The stars were still shining bright up above. Velaris still stood under the watch of the moonlit sky. We had fought in her defense and we had not been wiped off this earth. Standing, we still were. Tomorrow would be a new beginning. I would leave to exact my vengeance on the King of Hybern; to destroy the Cauldron and make things right again. And I wouldn't be alone.

My Mate, "Feyre, Cursebreaker, the defender of the Rainbow," I had called her, would stand at my side. I couldn't have felt prouder than to have her there with me. What she did today, the fire in her eyes, the warrior she had been for my people...

I could still see her face, the tears that ran down her cheeks as she wept for them. Eyes full of pain and sorrow and disbelief as her gaze veered, landing of what remained of the Attor. I held her in my arms as long as she needed me to; as long as she wanted me to. A part of me yearned for her now.

The pull of the bond between us flowed strong because she was standing there. How long had she been standing there? I swallowed, feeling the swell boom in the cavity of my chest. She was dressed in a short, midnight blue silk nightdress under a matching robe gaped in the front. She looked more beautiful tonight than I could ever remember. My eyes followed her as she slid into my lap and I adjusted. Her arms curved around my neck as my hands slipped around her middle. Our eyes met for a brief moment before mine returned to the city around us.

The first words between us were mine. "So few lights. So few lights left tonight," I said to her, the pang of guilt striking at me once more.

Feyre didn't turn to look. Instead she traced the line of my face from my temple down my jaw with her index finger. Her thumb slowly brushed over my mouth. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right that I felt comfort while so many lay in their beds tonight stinging from the pain of their losses. She must've seen it on my face.

"It's not your fault," her soothing voice said.

I met her eyes then, asked, "Isn't it? I gave this city over to them. I said I would be willing to risk it, but...I don't know who I hate more: the king, those queens, or myself." That wasn't entirely true. I hated myself more.

I took hold of her hand as she brushed the hair that laid against my face. My eyes locked with hers and I recalled that moment during battle when I couldn't reach her. Her walls had been solid, impenetrable. "You shut me out," I breathed. "You shielded against me. Completely. I couldn't find a way in."

Her countenance fell, "I'm sorry." Disappointment loomed behind those beautiful eyes.

But I wasn't disappointed. Far from it. A bitter laugh escaped me. "Sorry? Be impressed. That shield...what you did to the Attor." Chills ran up and down my spine at the memory, making me shake my head. But aside from feeling impressed and proud, the thought that I could've lost her today...

"You could've been killed."

"Are you going to scold me for it?"

No. I wouldn't. I couldn't. My brow furrowed at those thoughts. She had given everything of herself to protect a place and a people she owed nothing to. She had given her all just as I would have. "How could I scold you for defending my people? I want to throttle you, yes, for not going back to the townhouse," now that wasn't a lie, "but... You chose to fight for them. For Velaris."

There was an urge that welled inside of me. This woman in my arms...this amazing woman. I felt nothing but love and admiration for everything she was. Somehow she had chosen me. She was my Mate. My heart swelled and I kissed her neck. Her scent was intoxicating and I breathed her in. "I don't deserve you." I wasn't worthy of her. Recalling all she had put herself through Under the Mountain. The fierceness she displayed, the courage that lived in her bones, the steeled determination set in her eyes...I remembered it all. Tamlin was a fool to try to cage her like some animal in need of protection. But neither of us deserved her. Least of all me.

"We deserve each other. And we deserve to be happy."

My entire body flooded with a thrill of emotion at her words. I had dreamed of being loved. I had dreamed of being happy. Feyre was my dream in my arms. My eyes met hers and I saw the purity of her love shining bright, like the stars above. My fingers curled into the silken fabric of her nightgown about her lower back to keep my hands from trembling. If I could only compile a reply with mere words I would tell her not to ever stop loving me otherwise I would die the moment she did. I had felt that loss, the loss of her love for me and I drowned in misery. I never wished to feel it again.

I brushed my lips against her soft, supple mouth and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss. Sweet and hopeful. Full of love and gratitude. Feyre wrapped her arms around my shoulders pulling me to her, her mouth opened in acceptance and reciprocation.

And there was nothing else...no one else in my line of sight but Feyre. She was looking at me, eyes big and wide with a look that told me she would always be at my side no matter what obstacles stood in our way. She would be mine. My love. My partner. My equal. I turned us both, laying her on the roof tile taking in all of her beauty as her hair spread around her head. I slid beside her on an elbow and ran my fingers through the softness of her hair, loving the silken texture between my fingers. Her delicate features–the contours of her cheekbones, the curvature of her mouth, the line of her throat as I ran my fingertips over the tender ridges of her collarbone, highlighted by moonlight. She looked like royalty and I, privileged enough to touch her.

"You're so damn beautiful, Feyre."

Her eyes seemed to sparkle and the way they shone made me swallow hard, a knot tying in my throat. I leaned down and kissed her again, those velvet lips meeting mine with tenderness and fire. And perhaps I was wrong, perhaps I was all too selfish at this moment but I needed her. I needed to be as close to Feyre as I knew how to be. I could've lost her today and that alone ignited a blaze inside of me.

I pushed myself from her side to hover over her, my hand now deep in her hair and I was kissing her with intent and hunger. "I want you, Feyre." My teeth pulled on her earlobe as I whispered again, "I want you."

"I'm yours, Rhys. All yours. Do as you wish."

Blood rushed through every part of my body making me feel more alive than I could've imagined after today. "Feyre..." Her name on my mouth was life, the oxygen I breathed into my lungs. Feyre moaned as my lips, my tongue ran over her throat. She pushed her head back unto the roof tile, extending her neck to my assault. Laying a trail of kisses past the ridge of her collarbone down to the V cut of her nightgown, my tongue snaked over the delicate patch of skin between her breasts as I slid the robe over her shoulders. She shrugged it off. Her back arched into my kiss and I heard myself exhale as her bare arms circled around my neck.

Her body was alive under mine as I cupped the engorged mound of her breast, feeling its feminine contour in my hand. She writhed as I fondled her breast, her feet curling around my calves. I growled when she touched the sensitive part of one of my wings. A shiver skittered through me. "You know what that does to me," I whispered huskily against her mouth.

"Show me again?"

"Feyre..."

I was again lost in the depths of those eyes, the swell of her lips, the feel of her body. I gathered both of her breasts and sucked her sensitive nipples through the fabric of her nightgown, wetting the material through. Feyre's fingers slipped into my hair, urging me to continue. I reached for the hem of her nightdress, bunching the material into my palms over her hips and found she was wore no underwear, to my delight.

"You wicked thing."

Sitting back on my haunches, my hand was quick between her legs and I marveled at the look of surrender painted over her face. I wondered if she needed this just as much as I did for she pushed into my hand urging me to penetrate her with my fingers. I obliged feeling her slick and wet with desire. The most beautiful sound escaped her lips, "Rhys..." Her fingers gripped the silk material of her nightdress around her middle as her hips undulated over my two fingers moving inside of her, deep and wanting. Her hips echoed the language of my own stiff desire wedged against the zipper of my pants. I brushed my thumb over her engorged clit, teasing her in soft circles and felt the quiver of her walls around my fingers. Her back arched and she cried out, her hands cuffing my wrists. I smiled, watching as the throes of delight washed over her face. Feyre's chest rose and fell in panting breaths as I withdrew my fingers and slipped them into my mouth, savoring her sweet offering.

I heard her gasp and she bolted into a sitting position, clamping her mouth over mine. Our tongues met in a deep, all-consuming kiss. Feyre's fingers were busy on the button of my pants, undoing the fastening and zipper quickly and I helped her along, footwear and trousers gone in seconds all the while our kiss continued, unbroken. My boxers followed and I heard myself groan as the night air brushed my heated manhood just to moan instantly thereafter as the slick warmth of Feyre's hand wrapped around my thickness. I sat back on my legs my eyes glued on her fingers as she moved them along my length, up and down in gentle strokes. I was already completely hard in her hand resisting the urge to move into her touch. She pulled my bottom lip with her teeth making me groan and this time I thrust into her touch. Setting my hand on her hips, Feyre sidled on to my lap, her thighs straddling over mine. She loosed her hold on me and began to writhe against my hardness. I loved the way her bottom moved against me. I pulled her closer still, then in one move hoisted the nightdress up and over her arms. Feyre arched her chest, dropping her head back. The moonlight kissed the peaked tips of her breasts and the column of her swan-like neck. Her skin glowed under its silvery light and I brought my mouth to the pulse point of her throat, sucking lightly. Feyre moaned softly against my ear and my body responded in kind. Heat, desire coursed through me. I needed her. All of her.

My hands slid over the mounds of her smooth, round ass. Her bottom lifted off my lap just enough...I could've easily impaled her but I refrained myself. Moistness rubbed over the silken head of my manhood and damn, did it feel good. Excitement rushed through my veins and the whimpering Feyre was doing made me even stiffer, threatening to break my resolve. My fingers curved deeper into the soft flesh of her bottom as I allowed myself the luxury to slide against her wetness. I could feel her impatience growing as she glided her second lips over the head of my cock again waiting on me to give her what she wanted.

"Rhyssss.." My name broke from her lips, making a plea at the shell of my ear.

Feyre moved, lining up her target, not waiting another second. Her breathing had become heavy. She clutched my shoulders and I felt the resistance of entry against my cock as she bore down.

"No." I stopped her, squeezing her hips hard. "Not like this." She looked at me, eyes wide, questioning. The slightest quiver moved along her bottom lip. "I don't want to fuck you, Feyre." I paused and taking a breath said, "I'm going to make love to you." Because I didn't lose you today. Because I love you. Because when I look at you, I see hope. I see my dreams.

She exhaled, a shuddering breath that ghosted along my jaw. It made my heart race. I kissed her, softly, gently wrapping her legs about my hips at the same time. Once her ankles crossed at the small of my back, I moved us back unto the roof tile, laying Feyre over the pieces of our discarded clothing.

As she lay bare before me, I ran an open hand between her breasts down her rib cage and over to the plane of her stomach. Again, her skin seemed to glow under the spotlight of the silvery moon. I sat back, yanked off my shirt, slid it under her head. Her hands traveled my chest and up the sides of my torso. She then tugged on my waist, pulling me closer. I hovered over her, mesmerized by those beautiful eyes, the curve of her lips, the fullness of her mouth. I dropped my mouth to hers and we kissed...delicately, fully. My wings slowly opened in obedience to her beckoning touch, feeling the tips of her fingers along the edges. They draped around her like a curtain of obsidian black.

"I love it when you do that," she smiled at me, her voice nothing but a lover's whisper.

"Mmmm...What about this?"

"Ohhh...Yessss..." she exhaled, arching her back as my hand found a breast, my thumb circling her perked, pebbled nipple. I kissed down her throat...

"Yessss..." she echoed as my mouth marked the ridge of her collarbone; as I ran my tongue between the hills of her breasts. "More," she begged. Her hands curled into my hair as I brushed my lips over her hard, pebbled nipples. Another pleading whimper and this time I obliged, sucking her sensitive, peaked nubs and she fisted my hair harder when I pulled them taut between my teeth and let go. She liked that. I did it again.

Feyre was aflame, her body dancing like the sensuous light of a candle under my hands. I mapped a trail of kisses down her hot body until I reached the apex between her thighs. She bit her lip when I ran a single finger down her wet crease followed by my tongue. Guilt had fled and I felt no sorrow for being gifted this moment because we were both alive and our love was a living thing. It burned hot like the stars of heaven.

I allowed myself to indulge in her offerings, sinking my mouth into her sex, running my tongue up to the tented tip of her womanhood where I made her beg for more. And I gave her what she wanted from me, laving and teasing...and sucking. Finally, once I resurfaced, taking my place between those wondrous thighs, I groaned with pleasure at her acceptance...as heat and fire and walls of pure satin sheathed me whole.

I held on to her hips moving deep inside of her. My movements were slow to begin, methodical. I didn't want to rush it but wanted to revel in this moment. I wanted her to feel every solid inch of me and I watched, unashamed, as my body disappeared inside Feyre's, watching the action of this magical union between us. I tore my gaze away after a few lovely strokes, feeling the call of completion banging at my door if I refused.

"Rhysss...ohhh...Rhys, Rhys..."

My name floating off her lips...It was my favorite tune and music my ears would never tire of hearing and fuel to my heart.

Feyre's hands curved around my ass commanding a faster, harder pace. I didn't deny her as my heart pounded in my chest and my cock followed just as hard into Feyre's scorching heat. I sunk into her, deeper once she propped her legs about my hips. I growled in satisfaction as she started to orgasm around me and I felt desperation choking me now as she cried out calling for me from the rooftop. Feyre lifted her head and her teeth clamped into the soft spot between my neck and shoulder. It undid me and I released, flooding her chamber with my seed.

My arms trembled as I surrendered into her arms both of us breathless and glistening with a thin sheet of sweat. Feyre kissed my temple; such a loving, tender display of love. I turned my head to brush against her swollen lips.

"I love you, Feyre."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

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