74 + Feysand?

74: kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap 

“Come here,” Rhys purred, gesturing to the chair where he now sat. 

“Not a chance,” Feyre replied, “I have work to do.” 

It was true. As High Lady, as well as a business owner, she was plenty busy these days. Between managing expenses for her and Ressina’s art studio and signing off on paperwork, she was a busy female. 

And she had no time for Rhys’s antics. Not today. 

She wanted to, though. Wished she had the time. With her schedule, and Rhys’s utterly chaotic life, too, it was hard for them to spend any moments together aside from sleeping. Hell, every night before bed, they only managed to get out a few words about their day before passing out from sheer exhaustion. 

So Rhys should’ve known she was busy, as she at at her desk signing paperwork and making lists of paints and brushes she needed to buy for her studio. 

“But you’re always so good at multitasking,” Rhys crooned, “and I want to be with my mate.” 

Feyre scowled. “You’re with your mate right now, and she has work to do. See?” She pointed to the list. And then to the stack of paperwork. 

“We haven’t had any time together in weeks, Feyre Darling, I miss you. Please?” 

“You miss me? You see me every day! We sleep together every night,” She joked, spinning around in her chair to look at him. 

“We cuddle every night. We don’t sleep together,” Rhys said, wriggling his eyebrows.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” 

Rhys sent an image down the bond, just for her. I miss…this, amongst other things. 

Feyre rolled her eyes. But she missed it, too. Missed the times when exhaustion didn’t plague them every day and night…when time together didn’t just mean sleeping. 

And Mother above, this paperwork was boring. 

“Come here,” Rhys repeated.

“Are you trying to distract me?” 

“Amongst other things,” he said. 

Feyre raised her eyebrows. 

Rhys raised his right back. Come here. 

She shot to her feet, walking the few steps it took to get to her mate. 

“Scoot,” Feyre said.

Oh, I have a better idea. 

What– Feyre started, but Rhys’s hands were already on her hips, pulling her down onto his lap. 

“See? Better,” he said, giving her a wicked smile. 

“You won’t see me complaining,” she replied with giggle. 

His violet eyes gleamed with delight at Feyre’s laugh, her smile, her scent.

“I love you,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to hers. 

And then his lips were on hers, and he was kissing her. 

He was gentle, his lips lightly brushing each corner of her mouth. But before Feyre could register what was happening, he pulled away, eyes dancing.

Prick. 

Rhys smiled, but then his eyes shot open, wide, as Feyre grabbed him by the collar, pulled him close, and crushed her lips against his, her tongue pressing at the space between his lips. His mouth opened for her, and her tongue grazed the roof of his mouth, tasting him. 

Cauldron, she missed this. Missed him. 

“Better than paperwork?” he asked, pulling away, his voice heavy.

“Much better,” she replied, and kissed him again, until her lips were red and swollen and she knew exactly where this was going to end.

Bed? Rhys nodded his head toward the door.

No, Feyre shot back, her eyes alight with mischief, I think here will do just fine. 

Then allow me, Feyre Darling.