Hi everyone! I basically have no idea what I am doing writing this, because this is the first time I have written fanfiction for this Fandom, and I just finished the second book. So please, refrain from spoilers until I tell you all that I am done with book three. Right, so either way, I write the authors note in the beginning before I write the story, cause that's just how I am, so this might fail spectacularly, please don't judge. This is the story that I am kind of just writing for fun, so the chapters will probably be few, and far between, but hey, if this gets a bigger following than my other stories, I will definitely spend more time on this. Alright, I think that's all I wanted to say, although I might add more to this thin as I go. Wish me luck! *nervous laughing* Enjoy!

Rhysand:

I winnowed to the roof, following the scent of Feyre and our bond, but instead of surprising her, I was the one who was surprised.

She had her wings out, gorgeous, onyx black Illyrian wings fit for a Queen. She hadn't noticed my presence yet, which normally would have shocked me, and began a witty banter between us, but she seemed to lost in thought to even realize what she herself was doing.

She was almost spinning in circles trying to look at the wings that she had finally managed to get out after weeks of practice. She looked so cute, confused and trying to see her wings more that I cloaked myself in the night to watch.

I felt slightly bad about it, but she looked so perfect, and it wasn't like she wouldn't know I was here. If she came out of that trance that the wings put her in it wouldn't be hard for her to sense me. Our mating bond would do that for her.

But she wasn't coming out of that trance any time soon. She spun quickly, like she was trying to trick the wings into not moving with her. It took all of my significant restraint not to laugh out loud at that.

She was getting close to the edge of the roof, which slightly worried me, because I don't think that she would be able to fly very well just yet, unless she had been sneaking up here often to practice.

Just then Feyre got the wings to flap and she glowed a little bit at it. So that's a no on the practicing. We really had to figure out that glowing.

She took a few steps, trying to get her wings to flap again by moving her shoulders in circles, but finding that it was hard to do so with two large objects jutting out of your back.

She took another step and went over the side of the roof. I hadn't even noticed how close she was, I was so fascinated with her face. As per the usual.

I winnowed into the sky, unfurling my wings to catch Feyre in my arms as she fell.

We stayed like that, my mate finally broken from her trance, her wings haven disappeared once again. She had no trouble running her fingers along mine though, making me quake with pleasure. She always did this.

I winnowed us back to the roof before my wings gave out as she ran her finger along them.

We sat down on the iron chairs. Feyre turned towards me, sitting on my lap. She ran both of her hands along the broad top of my wings, making them shake.

"What? Have I rendered the High Lord of the Night Court speechless?" She teased me, knowing full well what she was doing to me. Anyone would if they came up here and saw the state of my lap, and the bump ever growing there.

"You wicked little thing," I ground out, pleasure sweeping though me.

She laughed, the sound filling me with warmth. It had taken so long fr her to laugh after… after Amaranth.

"But that's how you like me best Rhys," she whispered in my ear, her breath tingling my neck.

I was so hard by now that it hurt. I grasped her arms and winnowed us into our room, figuring privacy was better in the bright light of the dusk.

I laid her down on the bed, sliding her sweater off. It had already ripped when her powerful wings had come out, so I was really just properly disposing of it.

We wouldn't want it to be left on in that state either way, Feyre whispered down my bond.

I chuckled. No, not at all.

I made love to her until we were both breathing raggedly and falling asleep in each other's arms. Tomorrow we would have to visit the Court of Nightmares once again, to remind them of their rulers, but tonight we could allow for only dreams to come through.

Dreams of a future, if we were brave enough. A future together. And there was one thing that my Feyre certainly was not, and it was a coward.

"What role will I be playing tomorrow?" She asked me as we drifted off.

"Whatever role you would like my lady," I answered, knowing in my heart the role that I would most like her to play.

"I always did notice that there were two thrones on that dais," she whispered, a half question, and half musing.

"Yes, I seem to recall that as well. And it seems a shame to let one go through such disuse," I murmured back.

"Such a shame," her breath caressed my ear again.

"Although it was so lovely having you sit on my lap last time," I mused, wryness seeping into my voice.

"Why would you want me to sit on your lap then when you could have me sit on your face here later?" she questioned, wicked humor lacing the words.

My cock twitched at the thought, her laughter reverberating against me in the dark.

"That is much better," I managed to whisper before we both fell prey to the sleep we had been longing for all through the long day.

I hope that didn't suck, even though it was short. Till next time (whenever that is)! Bye!