Throne of Glass and its characters belong to Sarah J Maas.

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Aelin plopped down on the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch. She nudged Rowan with her elbow.

"Star Trek or Star Wars?" she asked through a mouthful of popcorn.

Rowan glanced at her for a sec, hand shooting out to grab some of the popcorn from the enormous bowl Aelin had in her arms. Aelin shielded the bowl, protecting it as if it were her child.

"Not a chance," she warned him. Rowan made a face.

"Star Wars," he said, leaning back on the couch, kicking up his own feet. He hit a button on the remote, setting it down and slinging an arm around Aelin. She in turn rested her head on his shoulder.

One movie passed.

And then another.

And another.

Aelin looked up at her boyfriend with puppy dog eyes. "Do you wanna start the prequels?" she asked innocently. Unless you knew her, you wouldn't be able to spot the mischievous glint in her eyes.

Rowan knew her. He knew her very well. Well enough to know that there would be no point in arguing.

Of course he started arguing.

"It's 2:47 AM," he pointed out.

"We don't have any classes," she singsonged. Again with the eyes.

Rowan rolled his. "But we have work," he reminded her, poking her side. She giggled involuntarily.

"So? One day of being 'hungover' won't kill us." She added the air quotes.

"The prequels suck."

"They have Padmé motherfucking Amidala."

"And Anikan motherfucking Skywalker."

"Baby Anni isn't bad."

"Hayden Christenson is."

"He's hot."

"So am I."

At that Aelin slapped his shoulder. "That is not pertinent to the case."

Rowan raised a brow.

Aelin slapped him again.

"Lion King?"

"It always makes me cryyyyyy."

"Lion King it is."

Aelin huffed and plopped down onto the couch, leaning away from Rowan with a vexed expression.

Rowan laughed and leaned in to kiss her cheek. He grabbed the remote from Aelin, stealing a handful of popcorn too. Ignoring Aelin's protestful shrieks, he popped them in his mouth and clicked on the movie.

"Wha?" he asked innocently, mouth full as the movie began to play.

Aelin gave him a look and leaned into his shoulder.

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"Rowan?" Aelin murmured sleepily against his shoulder.

Rowan jerked awake. He hadn't realized he'd gone to sleep…

"Yeah?"

"Can we go to sleep?" she asked, dragging her barely open eyes up to his.

He chuckled softly. "If you say the magic words."

Aelin groaned. "Pleeeeeeeease?"

Rowan grinned, leaning back into the couch. Aelin's head fell onto his stomach.

"What is it?" she complained as Rowan played with her hair. He rolled his eyes.

"You've said it enough times to remember it by now."

Aelin glared at him. It was a cute glare, though, with none of her usual fire behind it. "No," she said stubbornly.

"I'm not taking you back to bed then."

"Nuh uh. I am not saying it."

Rowan wiggled his fingers. "Are you suuuuure about that?" He descended onto her stomach.

Aelin writhed around, laughing, trying to get out of his grasp. "N-oo!" she giggled, gasping for air.

"What was that I heard?" Rowan said, failing to keep a grin of his own off his face.

"Nope!"

"Mmhmm."

After a few minutes, Aelin gave up.

"Okay, okay!" she laughed. Rowan stopped immediately, but kept his hands at the ready. She rolled her eyes. "You were right," she sighed.

Rowan crowed in success, then swept her up into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a single kiss to his cheek. "I love you, you buzzard."

He chuckled. "I love you too, Fireheart."

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Hey guys! Whaddoya think?

I've been wanting to post Rowaelin fluff for a while now, so here is the Rowaelin fluff. I love Rowaelin fluff. Rowaelin 4eva… I'm weird.

Anywho, please review! I'm not used to writing these characters, so any constructive criticism is welcome!

Random Fact: I plan to dress up as the Eleventh Doctor for Halloween.

~ franklyherondale out