AN: So this is my first fanfiction ever, not what I will normally write but it just came to me. It's a present for Gina2019230 for introducing me to this brilliant book in the first place :) Please read, review, advice, etc.
I lean my head on Tamlin's shoulder, seeking heat in the places the fire can't warm. Tamlin obliges me, stroking my hair with gentle fingers as the golden glow suffuses my body. I smile faintly and turn my attention back to the fire eating at a few logs in front of us, trying to study it. I stare at the innumerable colors, the deep, rich brown of the logs, the smudged cream of a few shelf mushrooms on one of them, the mottled greens of moss on another, the roaring reds, furious oranges, golden yellows, translucent sapphires, and occasional flicker of starry silver of the fire. The golden light of the flames pools outwards, casting rings of elongated shadows of stalks of grass onto others that are a part of the uneven landscape and painting the trees at the edge of our clearing an almost-black green. It dims the inky blackness of the night air to a deep blue, illuminating our surroundings with a powerful light that flickers with every shift in the faint breeze kissing our skin. Glowing sparks are carried up by near-invisible smoke before fading into bits of ash and floating up to the pale moon hanging in the clear sky. I sigh as I realize that I will never be able to paint fire. I can't capture the fierce and treacherous creature on a canvas, I won't do it justice. I can never do the slight haze the heat causes in the air around it, or how the flames dance to their own unheard beat, leaping and swaying like a wild animal. I can't capture the untamed ferocity of the beast before me. I can capture the image, but not the feel, the heat, the occasional crackle from the logs, the crickets serenading us from the confines of the forest, the fireflies lighting up their own individual patches of sky, just how good it feels to be here, peace, quiet, and nothing but the two of us. Tamlin, as if sensing my contentedness, wraps his arm around me and draws me closer.
"I love you, Feyre," he whispers.
"I love you, Tamlin."