Thanks so much for the reviews guy! Can't tell you how much joy it brings me to see people like my work. And yes I have so many more ideas for this compilation, and I hope to get one up every week or so. By the way I forgot to mention that in no way do I own the Throne of Glass series. It all belongs to the beautiful Sarah J. Maas and I only own the prompts except for the ones that I have said, do not belong to me.
Prompt: Rowan really loves Aelin's neck. He loves it even more when it's adorned by a hickey.
"Where do you think you're going?" Rowan wrapped his arms around my waist and dragged me back to our couch. A shout of laughter escaped my lips as I failed to escape his tan arms. It had become a custom that when the hickey on my neck disappeared I had to get a new one. Not only was Rowan a territorial little bastard, he just "loved how I tasted." His words, not mine. It wasn't that I dreaded the idea of this, quite the opposite actually, but our relationship consisted on constant teasing and I had to make sure that it stayed even between us. His ego was big enough already, it just happened to be me that knocked him down a few notches.
Rowan finally got me situated on his lap with my knees bent so I was straddling him. "Love you." He muttered against my lips.
"Mmhmm." His hands, warm and strong, stayed on my hips as we lazily shared kisses. Moments like these made me melt. No matter how our days had gone we could always count on these soft moments between us to make everything better. My arms drifted up his bare chest, fingers tracing his tattoos, before lying across his shoulders. I dug my hands into his hair and pulled so I could speak, albeit softly.
"The last one just went away you know." I opened my eyes to see him smiling, our breaths mingling. Smirking, Rowan slipped down my jaw and began dropping open-mouthed kisses against the slope of my neck.
"Perfect reason to get another one." He muttered and I let out a gasp when I felt his teeth dig into the delicate skin at the base of my throat. His voice was rough and I could feel his hands slipping up the curve of my waist, bringing the black singlet with him. I wanted to tell him that his reasoning was stupid but I didn't get a chance before he started sucking on the now-bruised skin.
It was not fair how much control he had over me.
I was far too gone now and barely noticed when Rowan shifted me slightly and began to lay me under him. My arms fell from his hair and followed the biggest and most intricate tattoo that covered the entirety of his left arm. That one was my favorite. I had a fair share of tattoos myself, even a few that Rowan gave me (He's a tattoo artist down at the local shop), but none that were as noticeable as his are.
This was going farther than our usual hickey escapades, yet I couldn't bring myself to care. It was a boring Saturday and I'll enjoy my time with my boyfriend how I damn well please.
However, with my mind fogged up, I forgot that the rest of the gang was coming over today for cards and a couple of drinks. So when the door was beaten on with a flurry of hard knocks, I flipped out and slammed my hands onto Rowan's chest. He fell off the couch only to receive a face full of slobber from Fleetfoot.
"Sorry." I giggled and he just glared at me.
"You guys better not be canoodling in there!" Dorian's voice was muffled and even though he couldn't see, I still had a very pronounced blush on my cheeks. Before getting up to answer the door, I made sure my features were composed and by then Rowan was already heading towards our bedroom. About to take a cold shower no doubt. My eyes crinkled in amusement and I opened to door to the apartment.
Dorian was leaning his arm on the doorframe and was grinning like a Cheshire cat in my direction. "I'd thought you'd never answer the door."
"We were in no way 'canoodling' as you so eloquently put it, thank you very much." I was glaring at him.
Walking through the doorway, Dorian turned back to face me when he was further into the room, "Rowan is busy getting rid of a certain problem, I'm assuming?"
"Do you always have to talk about my cousin and her boyfriend like that? I am right here you know." Aedion was grumbling like he always does when Dorian feels the need to comment on my love life. He and Rowan definitely weren't the best of friends, but Aedion agreed to stop the fighting only for me.
"We all know what happens in this house," Dorian waved his hand towards the couch, "I don't see why you need to deny it."
"Sure, whatever, but that doesn't mean I want to hear it." Rolling my eyes at Aedion antics, Chaol, Nehemia, and Manon piled their way through the doorway and went straight to the kitchen. Nehemia and Manon laughing at my expense the entire way.
Shutting the door with an irritated sigh, I followed the group into the kitchen when Rowan reappeared at my side, now with a shirt on. Giving me a kiss on the forehead and wrapping his arm around my waist in a fleeting hug. Smiling, I made my way to the fridge and pulled out a few Coronas for the boys. The sound of cards shuffling echoed through the kitchen and I found a seat next to Rowan and Manon. We always tried to do this on weekends since college ended.
Nehemia and I have known each other since high school along with Aedion of course. We met Chaol and Dorian in college who were friends since they were kids and Manon, however just clicked with us in junior year of college. I met Rowan alone and kept him to myself until the end of sophomore year when we began dating. Chaol and Aedion didn't particularly like him for different reasons of course yet him and Dorian became friends rather quickly. No matter how dysfunctional our group was, with all the fighting especially, we still stuck together.
Chaol was dealing out the cards for a game of rummy when Manon spoke up.
"Nice hickeys, by the way." I was ridiculed the rest of the night, to say the least.
