Copyright! I don't own any of the characters from Sarah J. Maas' Book Series Throne of Glass.

Author's note: Haha this is my first fanfic ever so please don't laugh at it too much!

He had been awake for the past three hours, alert as always, using his enhanced senses to scan the surrounding area for danger. As of yet here had been no disturbances, save for the rustle of wildlife moving through the forest. In reality he was just trying to keep his mind of the warm body curled up at his side. In his mind snippets of memories from the past few weeks were replaying constantly.

Celaena, teeth barred and growling at him after he had flipped her onto her back during training, yet again.

This was why Rowan was trying to throw all of his concentration into focusing on their surroundings. Not because he was particularly concerned they were in danger of being attacked, or that they wouldn't be able to defend themselves. Rowan's problem was that he was increasingly aware of the intensity of his feelings towards Celaena. In the past he was unsure of the type of feelings, whether they were comradely or otherwise. Now he was sure that it was in the otherwise category, yet he would do anything in his power to stop himself from acting on it. If he acted on it he would not only betray his deceased mate, but also the mutual trust between Celaena and himself.

Feeling the connection of their magic working so flawlessly to defeat the retched Vlag princes.

Her soft breaths started to increase in frequency as she descended into one of her nightmares. Rowan's heart followed suit as he unconsciously wrapped his arms tighter around her slight body. When he realized what he had done it made it all the more difficult for him to distract his thoughts from her. She was considerably warm next to his skin, which was magically induced to be cooler for her comfort. Celaena's breathing was still coming quickly, so Rowan began to whisper into her ear in the ancient language of the fey. The deep rumbling from his voice soothed her until she was breathing normally again.

Celaena's bare back, marred by jagged scars that spanned from her shoulder blades down to the supple curve of her hips.

Rowan couldn't stop himself from thinking about her now, she was just too close. Her scent mingled with the smells of the forest; sweet with a burst of spice and the muskiness of the forest floor. His face moved closer while he stroked her silver tinted hair. He was absolutely aware of every part of her body that touched his. He could feel her hands grasping at his thin cotton shirt, while her legs were slightly entwined with his own. Celaena's thigh was positioned in between his own, which only made the growing hardness in his pants more noticeable. She shifted in her sleep, slowly finding a more comfortable position with her arms wrapped around his neck. Now with every breath she made it brought her breasts squishing into his chest. His cock twitched with anticipation. This isn't right, I cant do this to her. I need to remove myself from this situation. Yet his thoughts couldn't convince his body to move away.

His body had betrayed him, so he decided to let it do what it wanted. Rowan's left hand moved down the side of her body, caressing the areas of exposed flesh around her hips and further until it grasped her ass. She made a small noise as if her dreams were taking on a whole new direction. She was making him feel something that he hadn't felt in hundreds of years. Carnal desire was now pulsing through his veins and shutting down his cognitive abilities. All he could think of was her; her ass soft yet firm under his hand, her breasts pressed against his pectoral muscles, her gold rimmed pupils staring holes into his soul. He froze, his mind somehow registering that her eyes were now open.

'What exactly are you doing?' Celaena's voice was strained and hoarse.

Rowan knew he was in deep shit. He scrambled to pull away from her but her hands were already gripping his face in a dead lock. She swung herself on top of his body, ultimately pinning him in place. If he couldn't think before, now was even worse. Her full body weight was pressed down on him in all the wrong places. She was sitting directly on his dick with her face so close to his their noses were touching. Celaena's breath was coming quickly and Rowan took this to mean her bloodlust was setting in.

Rowan's voice came out at a whisper, 'I- I'm sorry Celaena, I don't know what I was thinking. You have every right to rip my throat out with your teeth'

Celaena just stared at him as he looked anywhere but her face, 'Look into my eyes Rowan. Look at me.' she whispered just as quietly as he did.

After a silence that seemed to stretch on for minutes, he looked at her. He took in every detail of her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her lips were parted as she was breathing raggedly. But what he found most intriguing was how dilated her pupils were, the inner gold rim was taking up most of her iris. Almost as if they were dilated in arousal.

There shall be more chapters soon!