Rowan's body jolted in shock with the realisation that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He pulled his eyes away from hers to take in the curves of her body once more. She was wearing one of his thin cotton shirts, which was buttoned up just below the cleft of her breasts. Circles of pink were barely visible through the shear white fabric, yet already they strained against it. Her new leather riding pants were absent from her body, forgotten and draped in front of the dying fire.

Celaena lumbered next to him, her tight new pants squeaking as her thighs rubbed together. She had bought them two days ago and they had yet to stretch to the shape of her body. Constant complaining accompanied the noises from the leather and Rowan was almost at his breaking point.

'I just have to keep wearing them and they will be fine, I've done this plenty of times. I don't need your help!' Celaena stated for the fourth time in the last day.

Rowan gritted his teeth against the growing sensation of annoyance, 'Celaena, I have been around for many more years than you, I think I've learnt a few tricks for breaking in leather'

'No, I can deal with them myself!' her voice increased in volume as she stopped walking, hands on hips, to stand in defiance.

'Your shoelace is untied.' Swearing arose from Celaena with Rowan's statement as she attempted to bend over to tie them. When that was unsuccessful she tried to squat down to reach her laces. All she succeeded in doing was showing off her butt crack, which earned her an amused grin from Rowan.

'Ok -it-all, if you would be so kind as to enlighten me on how to make these god damn pants fit I would be forever in your debt' sarcasm practically radiated from Celaena's essence.

'Well,' he paused 'first off I have to make you wet.' The look of surprise stayed on her face even as he whipped her off her feet and sprinted with unnatural speed to the nearest water source. Only when they were falling through the air off a small cliff did she realise what he was doing. The last thing she saw before they were plunged into icy water was the look of pure mischief splashed across his face.

Their hearts were beating in time now, an ever-quickening beat that held the promise of future release. His fingers slid nimbly across her collarbone and down her back, he could feel every ridge from the tattoos he applied months earlier. The motion of his hand being so close to touching her naked skin produced a drawn out sigh. Only when he reached her muscular ass did he stop to look back into her eyes. Slowly the dark and feral side of Rowan's fey heritage was pulled forth from the depths of his conscience.

All at once he ripped his shirt off of her and allowed his lips to come crashing into hers. The soft movement of her lips against his was enough to reawaken his erection to full force. He hadn't expected her to taste so good. The smell of her was invading his mind so much that he couldn't think straight. This coupled with the primal urge to fuck her had him reeling in emotions that he hadn't felt so strongly since his bondmate died.

Celaena was still positioned straddling his lap, her hips rocking while her tongue teased the entrance to his mouth. Rowan couldn't help his hands from wandering up the front of her body and onto her soft chest. He slowly worked the flesh until it had her moaning for more, only then did he break away from the kiss to take a delicate bud to his mouth. Her reaction was more than he could have ever expected. At the first touch of his tongue to her nipple, she let out what sounded like a scream of pleasure. Taking her nipple fully into his mouth he licked and nibbled at it until it was flushed with blood. When he moved to the other side, Celaena's head lolled backward exposing the skin of her fragile neck.

The pulse of blood beckoned him away from her breasts. For her to let him see her this exposed showed the true nature of their relationship and the depth of her trust in him. He kissed her pulsating artery gently with the grace and tenderness of many years of experience. The swell of emotions was enough to turn the tides of his mind to animalistic again. One hand took hold of her waist while the other grasped the back of her neck as he skillfully flipped her underneath him in one fluid movement. In time Celaena would look back at that moment and wonder if he had used his power over the wind to move them, or if it was just sheer momentum that keep them from ending up a tangle of limbs. In any case, he was now the one in control, even more so than before, using his size to press her into submission.

She lay there paralysed in arousal as he traced his fingers lower until they brushed the band of her underwear. He practically had her begging to finally touch her at this point. She breathed sweet moans into his ear that spurred him further towards his destination. At long last his fingers leisurely brushed from her entrance up towards the bundle of nerves awaiting attention. The moistness inside her panties had pooled so much it had already soaked through the fabric. When Rowan eventually allowed his fingers to circle her clitoris he was downright stunned at the reaction it created.

Celaena's body erupted with light as she unintentionally shifted into her fey form. Silver-blonde hair was splayed in all directions, moving with the unseen power being emitted from her slight body. She giggled 'I guess now we know of an easier way to make me shift next time'

'Now we know' Rowan repeated in awe.

'Ok, I'm done playing the powerless damsel' Celaena's sharpened incisors glinted in the moonlight as she smirked at him and reached into his pants.