Drama queen

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(Feyre POV )

"No, you cannot come to bed with us Mor."

"Whyyy nottt? Are you againstt threesomes?" 

I smiled to myself. "I think you're forgetting who we are talking about here. Rhysand, your High Lord and your cousin." 

Mor made a disgusted face, collapsing against the wall and slowly slipping down it. "Oh yeah. You're right. What do you see in my cousin Feyrre?" she slurred. 

"Okay, right. You have had one too many drinks tonight Morrigan," I scolded, when really I was quite amused by my friend's behaviour.

"Ha! Me? Amren crashed at the barrrrr," her words morphed into an annoying whine at the end as I grabbed her gently by the arm and attempted to lug her up on to her feet. 

"She'll be fine," I murmured, winnowing us without warning into Mor's bedroom. 

"Alright, let's get you dressed-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before Mor had already shaken herself out of my grasp and stumbled to her bed, face-planting into the covers. 

"Nope. I want to sleep. Now," she stuck her tongue out at me. 

I rubbed my temples between my thumb and forefinger. "Okay," I gave in with a tired sigh, striding towards the bed and pulling the covers up over my friend. "But when you wake up tomorrow with a killer hangover, just remember that the smudged make up all over your face and pillow and your skin tight borderline uncomfortable dress and six inch heels was not my idea."

Mor turned onto her side to face me, snuggling into her pillow. "You are such a mother henn Feyre," she mumbled sleepily. "But I still love you. And thank you for today - I had fun."

I smiled genuinely, remembering our day out together. "Me too."

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I opened our door and shut it quietly when I spotted my mate sprawled out at the desk by the window, fast asleep.

His long legs were propped up on the desk and he had one arm crossed behind his head, the other hanging limply over the side of the chair. 

I got ready for bed, washing my make up off and changing out of my dress, before making my way over to him. 

I pressed a lingering kiss to his mouth and waited until he cracked an eye open ever so slightly. "Hey Rhys," I spoke softly, running my fingers through his silky hair. 

He murmured appreciatively in response. "Mm. That feels good," he said in a husky voice, leaning his head back into my hands as I began to gently massage his scalp. 

"Does your head hurt?" I asked, slightly concerned as I noticed his tightly clenched jaw. 

His violet eyes shuttered slightly before he closed his lids again, leaning further into my hands. "Don't worry about it," he murmured gently, but he sounded tense.

I fixed my mate with a look and even though he couldn't see it through his closed eyelids, I knew he felt it. We were both quiet for a moment until Rhys finally gave in as I knew he eventually would, much to my satisfaction.

"It's pounding, and it's unbearable," he admitted grimly, his jaw ticking.

Guilt settled deep into the pit of my stomach. "I shouldn't have left you."

"Don't do that," Rhys said in a suddenly serious tone.

I chose not to reply, but my mate knew that I knew what he meant. But even after all that I had been through, though I knew that I deserved to take time to myself, to care for myself every so often, I still remembered those freezing nights in the cottage when food on the table became a privilege, something to celebrate. And some part of me still held on to my previous life, the exhausting reality that I was forced to experience day after day. Even now, it felt just a little strange to live freely. To be able to spend money at leisure. To not worry about getting up at the crack of dawn every morning, the first thought in my head being of what we would eat that day. To let myself be happy. Some part of me still found that difficult to do.

"I'm trying, Rhys," I spoke quietly, my voice hoarse. The best I could manage.

His eyes snapped open, as he caught one of my hands in his and brought the back of it to his mouth. His lips barely brushed the surface of my skin as he pressed a kiss to my hand.

"I know you are," he said, voice full of understanding and love. "Give it time, Feyre." I loved the sound of my name on his lips.

I blinked back the burning in my eyes, brushing Rhys' silky hair back from his brow. "You work too hard," I said pointedly, changing the subject.

He only hummed in response, his lips moving down to brush against my wrist.

"I'll run you a bath," I said, pulling lightly on his heavy arm. "Come on, get up." Rhys clearly had no intention of moving anywhere though.

"Why don't you carry me, Feyre Darling?" Rhysand purred.

I scoffed. "Fat ass," I muttered to myself.

His lips twitched slightly, but his eyes stayed closed. "Am I now?"

I huffed, poking his cheek hard. "Stop being a prick, and get up."

He swatted my hand away, ignoring me.

"Fine, I'll get in myself and you can stay here and be a stupid prick."

I made to leave, but Rhys held both of my arms captive, and I was trapped. The violet in his eyes was enrapturing as he looked at me with a smirk on his face. "You say the most delightful things," he drawled.

I tilted my head, smiling sarcastically. "Only for you," I said sweetly. "Let go."

His hands tightened on my wrists. "I don't think I want to."

My nostrils flared as I glared at my mate. "I don't care. Let go," I ordered.

Rhys pouted. He looked so ridiculous that I almost laughed. "What do I get out of it?" He asked.

I took a step towards Rhys, persistently trying to get out of his grasp. He obliged, and I brought my hands to his face, only to poke his cheeks. "You're really half-assing this whole cute, adorable, sexy act, you know?" I said, amused.

There was a predatory glaze in his eyes when he said, his voice low and husky, "Is it turning you on?"

I hated that he knew me so well, but I let out a snort anyway. "We're not having sex, Rhysand. You're tired, and you're getting in to the bathtub."

Rhys slowly rose to his feet, languidly stretching his muscled limbs, his eyes never leaving mine. I swallowed as I watched his hand so smoothly begin to unbutton the top of his black jacket. He prowled past me, teasingly brushing his body against mine as he said innocently, "Who said anything about sex?"

I let out the breath that I was holding once I heard the water trickling in the bathing room. I rolled my eyes.

"Bastard," I muttered.

I heard that.

I gritted my teeth together tightly. I should leave you to drown.

A dark chuckle. Maybe. But you love me.

I waited a second, before giving in to the silence. Unfortunately, I do.

His tone turned gentle. I love you.

A pause. Then,

Come and help me get naked then.

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my mouth.

Illyrian baby, I crooned. I'll help you, but you're getting into the tub. Alone.

"What if I drown?!" Rhys yelled over the sound of the water.

"You're such a fucking drama queen! I'm coming!" I yelled back.

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