Soooooo this is totally NSFW lmao I hope you'll enjoy!

Feyre stepped inside the room with a small smile on her face.

She took in the dark room, lit only by the warm yellow glow of the nightstand lamps. Rhys was nowhere in sight, but she could hear the sound of the shower running from the bathroom. She went to the door and knocked.

"Feyre?" His voice came from inside. "I'm just washing off the chlorine from the pool water, I'll be out in a sec."

"Did you get Elain to her room alright?"

"I did. Not before she talked to me extensively about how she would kick my ass if I wasn't a good boyfriend, though."

"And what did you say?"

"That I was too afraid of her to do anything she didn't approve of."

A chuckle escaped her at that. Then she leaned against the door, amazed at her own reaction. At the way that man could make her laugh with a simple joke, a stupid one at that. It was crazy.

She wanted to kiss him.

"Can I come in?"

He took an extra second to answer.

"Sure," and she bit her lip at the clear smile she could hear in his voice. She pushed the door open and slipped in, taken aback by the steam all around her. Rhys' clothes were folded neatly on the counter beside the tap. She slid the straps off her shoulders and let her dress pool at her feet. Then, she slipped out of her underwear, and gathered all of the clothes in her hands before putting it down in a ball on top of his clothes. She turned around, and pushed the shower door open.

She found herself staring at his muscled chest, the brown skin covered in tattoos glistening with water. She forced herself to not look down. Not right away. Looking up, she found him smiling at her, both hands into his hair as he was washing off shampoo. Slowly, her eyes never leaving his, she stepped inside the shower and closed the door behind her.

They still hadn't talked, and she saw his eyes leave hers to roam along her body. She rested a hand on his chest and rose up to her toes, capturing his mouth in hers. Immediately, she felt his arms move down to encircle her, holding her close to his body, and then she could feel him against her, strong and warm as he kissed her more deeply.

The water was running warm on her body, and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, an invitation he answered immediately. She felt his hands slide down along her side, on her hips, until he grabbed her backside and pulled her towards him. Surprised, she gasped into his mouth, and held onto his neck with both hands, moving closer to him until their skins were touching and she felt him against her belly, hard and big and eager.

Her hand left his neck to move along his jaw, his broad chest, his stomach, all the way down until she brushed against him. He hissed against her lips, and she smiled. She moved her hands to grab him entirely, and her smile turned into a smirk at the way his hands tightened on her back. She fell into a rhythm, her hand moving on him, slow and teasing, and she opened her eyes to find his forehead resting against hers, brow furrowed, teeth buried in his lower lip, soft moans coming out of his mouth.

She chuckled at the sight, and started moving faster, enjoying the way his breath hitched when she grazed him a certain way, the way his fingers were clutching the skin of her back, the hot water running on them.

The sound seemed to make him come back to reality, because he opened his eyes to look at her. And for a second, she was startled by the look in his eyes, dark with desire. Then he pushed her against the wall of the shower, and she stopped thinking about anything that wasn't his hands. One of them moved to her belly, and he trailed down until he reached the sensitive spot between her legs, and now she was the one moaning, and he was the one smirking. He slid a finger between her folds and she gasped, her head falling onto his shoulder at the sensation. She let her hands climb up his body and digging her fingernails so hard in his shoulders that she took a split second to wonder if it would leave marks.

But the he starting kissing her neck, teeth nibbling the shell of her ear, and she forgot what she had been thinking about. His fingers were rubbing against her in slow, deliberate motions, and she was vaguely aware of his other hand lifting her leg from the floor to wrap it around his waist.

And then she slipped. The foot that was still on the ground shifted and she felt herself lose her balance. Immediately, Rhys' arms were around her, steadying her against him and preventing her from falling. She realized that in her panic she had wrapped both arms around his neck, holding him tightly, and she chuckled.

He answered with a small laugh, and they stayed that way for a moment, staring into each other's eyes, letting their heart calm down after their scare. After a while, Rhys whispered:

"Maybe we should get out of the shower."

She laughed and nodded, and one of his arms left her back to turn the water off.

She was vaguely aware of untangling herself from him, drying off her body in a daze and coming out of the bathroom, before they were on the bed, and Rhys was on top of her, and he was kissing her. A slow, deep kiss, one she could lose herself into if she wasn't careful.

She could feel the weight of his body on top of hers, every inch of skin where they connected was burning with desire for him to get closer, to touch her and never stop. His lips left heated trails on her neck, on her collarbone, her breasts, all of it making her yearn for more. Her hands didn't stay idle, tracing patterns on his neck and back, scraping on the inside of his thighs, never resting.

She wanted him closer, and she angled her legs to lock her ankles on his back, pushing him against her. He groaned, and she could feel him ever so close, nudging her teasingly. But of course, he didn't move yet. They opened their eyes almost at the same second, both clearly aware of what was missing. She was the one talking, her voice hoarse.

"Do you have a condom?"

He smiled and nodded before rolling away from her to get to his bag. She rose to her knees on the bed, watching the broad muscles of his back shift swiftly as he rummaged around to find what he was looking for. Finally, he turned back to her, and soon he was on the bed again, on his knees too, right in front of her. He was going to rip the package open when she stopped him and took it from his hand. She felt his eyes on her as she gently opened the package, and looked back at him, watching him close his eyes at the way she held him.

And then his arms were around her, and he was rolling them around, and she was on top of him somehow, both thighs resting on his belly. Smiling, she lowered herself onto him, biting back a moan at the feeling of him inside her. She stilled for a few seconds, her palms flat on his broad chest, and she could feel his heart beating hard and fast under her she started moving, rocking back and forth on top of him.

Everything went hazy after that. Rhys' hands were holding her hips to steady her, her own hands were in his hair, tugging into it with each movement of her body, then she was pulling him upright and their bodies were tight and warm and hungry for the other. As she kept moving, Feyre felt her climax building, led by Rhys' moaning against her skin and his light bites of the shell of her ear. And when she felt the waves of pleasure taking over her entire self, she dug her fingernails onto the skin of his back, taking him down with her.

She lay on top of him for an uncertain amount of time after that, both of them heavily catching their breaths, Rhys' fingertips brushing against the skin of her back. Finally, she felt his body shake with laughter beneath her, and he whispered in her ear:

"I think we might have to take another shower, Darling."

She let out a startled laugh at that, and slowly moved away from him, taking the condom off him to throw it in the nearest trash bin.

They went back inside the shower, and kissed lazily under the water, before they went back to the bed, Feyre curling up against Rhys, and falling asleep in seconds.