Eh

Eh

Kinda fixed it, good enough for my first try

Enemies.... with benefits?

By the way: Part 3

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Summary: Aelin and Rowan hate each others guts... Or do they?

Warnings: Swearing, Hate? sex, NSFW

Word count: 1.3K words

Rowan got up from his bed, yawning and stretching like a house cat. He took his time getting ready, wearing appropriate clothing for his job, and padded outside to the kitchen, since after-nap snacks were always superior. He came outside to the computer room, his new computer room, since his past base had been well and truly wrecked due to Aelin. He munched on a granola bar, speaking to Aedion with his still full mouth. "What are the updates?" Aedion turned, a frown on his face. "I'm not exactly sure right now, but mainly all signs point towards Hotel five, named for its perfect five star rating." Rowan snorted, sitting on a chair. "Sound like Aelin all right," He got up again, ruffling Aedion's hair. "Talk to me when you got a solid location, boyo,"

He scanned the room, frowning. "Where's Gavriel and Lorcan?" Fenrys replied with a snort. "Scouting, apparently. At the City's hottest and newest bar." Rowan rolled his eyes. Those two seemed to be the most innocent, workaholics but none of them could resist getting drunk till they couldn't walk anymore. "Well," He said, stretching his back, "I'm off to hotel five then," Both of them murmured their goodbyes, and he set off. He knew Aedion was right, anyway. He was their best tracker. Taking the long route, not only to avoid suspicion,but to avoid Aelin for as long as possible. The thought of her sent him fuming, hot and irritated. She had killed one of his citizens. He sighed, smoothing down his clothes. No use thinking of that now, he had to keep a clear mind. Especially when it had a habit of wandering where it shouldn't be.

He entered the hotel, completely ignoring the high, towering chandeliers and the exhilarating glass elevators. No, he went straight to the front desk, "Excuse me, Rowan whitethorn, reporting for duty. Suspected criminal in room 403,requesting access?" after gaining a key, he muttered the room numbers under his breath, finally reaching 403. The key card made a 'beep' noise as the door swung open. His breath hitched, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Aelin sat on the bed, smirking at him. But it wasn't that sight , no, it was the nightgown.

The golden night gown, shimmering in the light at every slightest movement she made, hugging her curves, leaving no room for imagination. It took every inch of self control in him to keep his expression non-cholant and to not, he reminded himself, not rip that gods-damned night gown off.

"Hello, Rowan," she smiled at him. "I didn't think you would fall for it you know, it's so easy to leave little kernels of information for you to think this was my warehouse." She sighed, looking up at the lush chandeliers and plush bed. "If only I was that rich," Rowan snarled at her, pacing the room. He turned to her, "You mean to tell me those days of tracking you were all useless!?"

"I'm afraid so," She got up, sensually walking towards him. "But now that you're here, we can do alot of other things." He was staring down at her nose now, and he prayed she couldn't hear his heartbeat. "What are you trying to imply?" she chuckled, "please, don't play dumb with me," he didn't back down. "I don't understand you, Aelin," she scrunched her eyebrows together, "Then you should probably leave, Rowan," He opened his mouth to - what, protest? Agree? - but before he could, a beet red Aelin pushed him outside, slamming the door and leaving him in the hallway.

His heart was beating so fast, by the wryd, he could barely breathe. He felt an ache, a need, that he had to fulfill. He couldn't. He was going to regret it. Alot. But he already regretted alot of things in life. What's one more? Taking a deep breath, he turned and heard once more, the mechanical beep of the door opening.

Aelin had barely pushed Rowan out the door before she leaped on the bed, screaming into her pillow. How the hell was he so unaffected!? Everybody liked her! Why was he the only fucking one, the only one she took an interest in, so uninterested!? He looked stoic and solid as usual. She had even worn her best nightgown, which cost a fortune by the way! And he hadn't even looked at it for a second! She huffed, sitting upright and hugging the pillow to herself. That regection was one of the most humiliating things she had ever heard.

She was about to lay down and pick up her phone, before she heard the beep of her door opening. Rowan's tentative head pops into her room. "About what you were saying earlier," he says "Were you joking?" She feels the corners of her lips tugging up. "Rowan whitethorn, I never lie about wanting to get laid." Aelin pulls him in, closing the door shut behind them, and kisses him. That kiss is her awakening, its warm and sensual, and everything she wanted. It's rough and full of hatred and desperation. None of them want it, but both of them need it. He pulls back, panting. "Are you sure?" Aelin nods. "We're enemies." "I know," "We're going to regret this," "I know that, too," and-not giving him another chance to speak, Aelin pulls him back in, moaning into the kiss. He runs his tongue against the seam of her lips, and she opens up for him, feeling herself unraveling. He pulls back again, "bed." The sound is guttural, a command that makes her weak in the knees. "Now." she can hardly get there fast enough. He un fastens his belt, pulling down his pants and shirt, stripping down to his boxers.

He crawls over to her on the bed, nearing his mouth to that flimsy strap on her shoulder. "I hate you," She breathes out. He bites the strap, pulling it down her shoulders. "Me too," and with that, he completely strips her, leaving her bare infront of him. Aelin leans over to remove his boxers, and almost moans at the sight.

Without any warning, Rowan thrusts in, earning a loud, needy moan. His pace is perfect, fast, efficient and so fucking good. They both know they shouldn't be doing this. This is getting the edge off, both of them want each other, and it's driving them insane. They're both using each other to dull that edge. He hits that spot, the one that she needs, and she whimpers, tightening her grip in his hair, "Fuck, Rowan-!" all the feelings she's been having drive over the edge, and she feels release, heaving and whimpering a sound that might be his name.

He continues, and there's something right, she thinks, something right in Rowan using her for his pleasure. His pace is relentless, and finally, he comes too. They both lay there, a panting, sweaty mess, but Aelin pushes him off her, getting on top of him and positioning herself above his dick. She pulls herself down on him, bouncing on it, and Rowan moans, "gods-Aelin!" She bounces on top of him, seemingly hitting all the right spots according to his continuous moans. She grins down at him, "What, already tired?" Rowan looks up at her, "Not a chance, Aelin," Proving his point, Rowan slaps her ass from behind and she moans, fastening her pace. Rowan continues to play with and occasionally slap her butt, all while Aelin moans on top of him, her chest bouncing along with her. This time, they both come at the same time,and their moans echo into the room.

Rowan glances at the clock on top of the fireplace, and swears. "I have to go." Without any further explanation, he runs into the shower, leaving in five minutes fully clothed and exits the room. Aelin stays in the bed, thinking.

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Rambling thoughts (NSFW)

I don't know why my Brain is so much more productive producing stories at night time. Like just before I sleep. I'm not getting many ideas right now for a plot line but I just KNOW when I get snug and cozy my bar in will be turning those gears, whirring those machines and the sad part is I won't remember half of it when I wake up,

except the exact positions in which he fucks her and how he "peering up from his lashes, an innocent look on his face" while eating her out like THANKS, BUT I'M GONNA NEED A BIT MORW THAN THAT

ASJJS, TYSM! I was planning to make this into a series actually! With much more spice involved hehe but that'll probably be after I write a plot outline and see where the story is headed, so maybe a while, but definitely continue this😼

By the way

Inspired by this video, just screamed rowaelin to me, so just a little drabble. Warnings: Cursing, and sugestiveness Note: Rowan in a compression shirt has kept me up at night Word count: 705 https://m.youtube.com/shorts/v_Y9WntMPxU

Rowan stood in the back of a store, next to the changing rooms and looked at the clothes he was holding. They were different than anything he usually wears, much more…revealing. But he was beginning to feel curious about different styles, and various types of clothing options, so he just wanted to explore. Though he should be back home, trying to gauge his enemy's, Aelin's, next move, he was here. Well, he was already here, so he might as well spend some time now.

He walked into the changing room, painfully aware of how the clothing clung to his every hollow and muscle as he changed. It was a tight, gray, compression long sleeved shirt, paired with just normal gray sweatpants. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the mirror. He thought he looked good. He did look good.

Walking out to ask the price, the final decision on whether he would be purchasing the garments or not, he heard the familiar ring of the announcment desk sounding into the speakers. About to brush it off for another staff announcment , Rowan started when he heard a familiar voice speak on the other end. "Ahem, yes, hello, this message is addressed to Rowan whitethorn, also referred to as the white knight of Doranelle, I suggest you come outside or this building, and all surrounding establishments, will be blown up from all the explosive dust hidden behind every vent, crack, and corner of this place. Thank you!"

He cursed. He could almost imagine the smirk playing on those perfect lips, ecstatic to get him out. He storms out of the door, turning to the parking lot to find an all-too-familiar red sports car waiting for him outside. Aelin smirks at him, snapping her sunglasses shut and hanging them on the matching red suit, leaning against the car. "Hello, white knight." Rowan just stares,"what do you want?" Aelin frowns at him "Now thats not any way to talk to someone you've known for years now, is it?" "Just spit it out, Aelin," She smirks at him, "not without creating some…. suspense! " she emphasised the word with exxagerated jazz hands and unfolded the glasses to wear them again. Rowan just stared her down, smouldering at her perfectly calm face. How could she be so calm? Even looking at her made him want to set things on fire. It made him feel like he was on fire. "Well, if your really wanna know, it's because I wanted to tell you," She stalks over to him, her face inches from him. He really, really hoped she couldn't hear his heart beat. "next time we meet, wear that shirt." Rowan stares at her, and slowly blinks. Did she really just…? No, focus, Rowan, she's your sworn enemy. She terrorizes the citizens of your city, and she won't leave you the fuck alone. "Cut the shit, Aelin," "What? That's what I wanted to say, and I did," Rowan swivels her, slamming an arm above the brick wall of the parking lot she was now backed up against. "Aelin, is that seriously what you fucking wanted to talk to me about, after threatening me with blowing up a mother fucking building?! " Aelin just looked up at him with a smirk on her perfect, lying lips. "I mean, if that's what's gonna keep you mad.." She runs a hand over his chest, "sure," Rowan recoils, and curses himself for the heat that spread through him at her touch. He runs a hand through his hair, fuming and staring at her, still smiling. She walks over to him, locking both her arms behind his neck, "what's wrong, Ro?" she smirks again "Cat got your tongue?" Rowan just stares at her lips, lined in a deep red colour, and he feels his breath picking up. She leans over ,getting closer to his lips and.. She leans over to his ear. "By the way," The words leave her mouth, husky and sensuous. "Your base has been infiltrated," before he can register what she said, she hops in her car, and drives away.

Fuck. She had distracted him, tricked him. And he had fell for it. Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit.

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Hyper fixated in school and now I have a full plot line and plan for all the episodes of by the way. Oopsies

By the way

NO PPROBLEM LMAO. it was a good exercise for me to start drawing children, because I have no experience so drawing Maisie was a fun little experiment!

Inspired by my two favourite fics atm,

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Just wjated to show my appreciation :3