Hey everyone! Here's a lil' chapter for you, as always it's pointless fluff but oh well ^^ it's really short but I'm hoping you'll like it anyway!

Feyre got out of the rehearsal ceremony as soon as she could, and she joined Rhysand at the table they'd been sharing. He took her in as she sat down beside him, her flowery dress giving him an extensive view of her long legs that he knew he shouldn't be enjoying as much as he was. He looked back up, expecting her to be glaring at him for staring, but her gaze seemed to be lost in the landscape around them, she was staring at it with a lost air on her face, and her fingers were fidgeting with her dress. Rhys moved to her and gently, as not to startle her, he took her hand in his. She turned to him and gave him a small smile, as if realizing she wasn't alone.

"Hey," she whispered.

"How did it go?" He asked in the same soft time of voice.

"Good. The ceremony will go well I think, and Elain was very happy with how everything went."

Maybe she didn't want to talk about her ex with him. But she seemed lost, and he decided to give it a shot anyway.

"Good. And with your ex? How do you feel?"

"I'm… I'm okay," she answered with a smile. "It's strange to see him, and he behaved horribly, but I'll be fine." She seemed to really focus on him for the first time and her grin widened. "I'm glad that you're here, though."

God, he wanted to kiss her. He knew she'd only kissed him because her ex was watching, and he had probably enjoyed it way more than she had. He had moved his hand to her cheek out of instinct, and had been glad when she'd extended their kiss. But he wouldn't kiss her without her clearly wanting it, so instead he told her he was glad to be here too, and went to get her a drink at the bar. He came back with two bottles of beers a few minutes later, to find her on her feet, with a grin on her face.

"I want to go swimming. You want to go to the beach?" She looked like a child waiting to open Christmas presents, biting her lower lip and discreetly jumping on her feet, and he felt his heart melt at the view.

"Sure. You want to take the beers?"

"Obviously!"

He took off his shoes and socks as they reached the beach, regretting not having gone to their bedroom to put on lighter clothes before heading out of the hotel. He was about to suggest going back for a bit when he saw Feyre take off her dress and reveal a red one-piece swimsuit that made him stop in his steps for a second, just to take the time to admire how gorgeous she looked.

Apparently oblivious of the effect she had on him, she kicked her shoes off her feet and let her dress fall on the ground beside them. She took out the hair band she'd been wearing, and her hair cascaded on her shoulders and back. Not once glancing behind her, she advanced towards the ocean, and she had quickly disappeared in the water, leaving Rhys to his thoughts. He didn't move for a moment, until she emerged from the water and looked at him.

"What are you still doing over there? Get in here!" She was laughing, and he couldn't stop a smile from taking over his face as he laid the beers on the ground beside her clothes, took of his shirt and pants, and ran towards her.

The water was quite cold, but he jumped in anyway, and enjoyed the feeling of the waves running around him as he swam until he reached the place where Feyre was splashing around, finding she had actually stopped on a shallow part of the ocean, the sand barely a meter under the water.

"Cheating, are you?" He asked, and she laughed.

"I never said I was swimming, sir. In fact, I believe you were the one talking about swimming on the way here, weren't you?"

She was referring to the conversation he'd had in the car with her sister, during which she'd talked about the great swimming pool the hotel had, and he had answered he generally preferred swimming in the open waters. "I had no idea you were listening," he said as he came to a stop in front of her, standing in the shallow water.

She didn't stop, and started floating around him, moving in slow movements, her eyes semi-closed. "Of course I was. I really like your voice."

Heat creeped onto his cheeks, and he felt silly at reacting that way for such a small compliment. "Thank you."

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Thank you for having a lovely voice." Then her soft smile turned into a wicked grin, and before he could react, he felt her arms around his legs, and she yanked him off his feet to make him fall in the water. He fell on top of her, looped an arm around her back and dragged her with him underneath, where they stayed playfully struggling with each other for a few seconds. They emerged laughing, his arm still around her and their legs tangled together. His heart leapt as she threw her arms around him and buried her head in his neck, laughing, and he tightened the grip on her back to keep her against him. The waves were crashing around them, and when their eyes met again, he could see the droplets of water capturing the light of the sun as they rested on her eyelashes, her skin, her lips.

She suddenly shivered in his arms, and he felt as if he was waking up from a dream when she took a step away from him, straightened and said "I'm cold, maybe we should head back to the beach?"

"He nodded and they swam back, finding themselves reaching the warm sand in a few moments. They settled on the sand, and spent the rest of the afternoon talking about their lives in the city, and their childhood, and their job. All the while, he was watching her, lying on her stomach, her elbows holding her up, her hair capturing the sunshine in its golden brown strands. She was funny, and she was incredibly smart, and beautiful, and as he lay on his back with his arms behind his head, Rhys couldn't help but feel grateful that he'd agreed to come with her this weekend.