This idea came to me in a dream, I know cliché but it really did.

Context: Feyre got drunk at rita’s

Warnings: only slightly NSFW, alcohol, language

All characters belong to SJM

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Watching my mate dance is one of the most beautiful things I will ever see. Even if it's drunk dancing, I will still be obsessed with the sight. My mate swayed her hips and danced to the music, slightly off-tune but it doesn't make her look any less gorgeous.

Her head tilted towards the roof as she got lost in the music. If Feyre looked beautiful before, she looked like a goddess right now with the light from the windows on the roof reflecting off her perfect features. Mor, dancing beside her, grabbed Feyre's hands and brought her back to Velaris. My mate giggled at whatever she said and the sound was music to my ears.

Mor suddenly pointed at me and Feyre's eyes followed the direction. Her eyes met mine and a smile as radiant as the sun blessed her face. She walked towards me, swaying and stumbling a few times that I was about to go to her when she sprinted at me.

"MY B-BABY!" Feyre slurred. She gave me a very passionate, very sloppy kiss on the cheek while half falling, half hugging me. She giggled in my ear while clutching onto me for dear life. My mate has definitely had too much to drink. I go to lift her up and take her home when Feyre said, "D-did you know there's th-this guy I like."

I sat back down, placing feyre in my lap, and decided to play along in her game. I purred to her, "is there now?"

She nodded her head enthusiastically, before sighing, "he so beautiful. He h-has suchh p-pretty eyes." She let out a happy sigh that brought a smile to my face. She hiccuped while her eyes lit up before she asked, "how do I get h-hims to likes me b-backs?"

I rein in on the chuckle that almost escaped my lips and instead settled for a grin. "Well first, it would be best if you told him how you feel. Expressing yourself will let the other party know how you feel, and sometimes they will like you back."

Her wide eyes and parted mouth tell me she is hanging onto every word that leaves my mouth as if this advice is life or death information.

Her face suddenly fell and she looked up at me with silver-lined eyes, while mumbled, "wha - what if theyy d-don't likes me b-backs?" She hiccuped and sniffed as a tear fell down her cheek. My hand automatically wiped the tear and Feyre looked at me with surprised eyes.

"I'm positive they will like you back," I said softly to her. "In fact, I think you should go tell him exactly how you feel."

She gave me a smile that would have brought me to my knees if I wasn't already sitting down. "Th-thank you sooo muchhhh. I wouldn't havee-

A loud choking sound came from beside me. "I'm sorry but this is so-so fucking adorable," Cassian said, while he wiped his tears from his face. Clearly, my mate wasn't the only one that has had too much to drink.

Feyre gasped upon hearing his voice then launching herself at him, "CASSY!" She pulled him into a bone-crushing hug from where she was sitting on my lap, and I was so sure she was going to kill him from it.

I had to intervene before she choked the breath from him, not that he seemed to notice. Cassian was still too busy crying over our conversation. Slowly I untangled her arms from his neck and said, "darling, you need to ease up before you choke poor Cassian to death." I placed her arms in her lap instead but she turned to me so suddenly.

"RHYSIE," Feyre squealed and launched herself at me instead. Her arms wrapped around my neck and squeezed me tightly, though not enough to hurt. She pulled back, looked into my eyes, and said, "hows long you b-beens here?"

"Not long, my love," I reassured her. Her eyes began to wander around the rest of our table, recognising another face.

"AZZZY!" Feyre squealed again then hiccuped. Azriel looked a little concerned with his high lady's current state and by the fact she was getting ready to cross over the top of our table but I was having none of that. My arms wrapped around her waist and I brought her back flush to my front. She wiggled and whined in my lap, trying escape but I ignored her protests. It was as if she hadn’t seen him in a century. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "darling, you can't hug him, you almost killed Cassian with your death grip before, let's spare Az from your hugging party."

I could feel my mate's frown from where I was sitting but I was just glad she had stopped her squirming. Otherwise, this could have turned into an intimate party rather than an innocent one. Granted Feyre would be the only one participating it in.

"What about me?" Mor said, breaking my thoughts.

"And who are you?" Feyre challenged back in perfect speech, like she was never drunk to begin with.

Mor's mouth opened in shock while a fizzing sound came from my right and Azriel looked towards the roof. "What do you mean who am I? I'm Mor, your f-favourite person on this whole continent." My brows rose at that, highly doubting that statement was true. I could almost see the answer forming in my mate's mind from the amount of amusement that was being sent down the bond.

"Oh yeah," Feyre said, words laced with boredom. She continued with "The Morrigan" while her hand were making air quotation marks.

Cassian spat out the wine he was drinking onto the table before bursting into laughter. A faint smile bloomed on Azriel's face, while I suppressed my grin to keep neutral. Mor herself, was not amused and was about to squawk something in outrage but not before Feyre started laughing.

"I'm kidddding. Morrr you k-knows yourrr likes a sister to mees." She slurred her drunk apology with a few hiccups. Mor just chuckled, clearly not at all bothered.

"You are so d-drunk Feyre." She teased, slightly drunk herself. My mate just giggled in return.

Once her giggles calmed, she sighed and said while looking at the roof, "I-is it weird that I'm f-friends with such old p-people?"

We all laughed but Feyre was dead serious about her question. None of us dined to answer and hoped she just moved on.

Conversation continued but after a while, I started to feel my mate's limbs go limp, and knowing she would soon be asleep, I scooped her up into my arms. Unfortunately, Feyre decided she wanted to be a koala and that I'm to be her tree, so I had no choice but to hold up her legs while she wrapped them around my waist.

I bid my farewells to our family but Feyre wanted to individually say goodbye to each of them.

"Goodbye Cassy. Goodbye Azzy. And goodnight to the Morrigan." I laughed then quickly whisked my mate away to the safety of our home.

Feyre, it seems, no longer wanted to be a koala bear and dropped herself back down.

She walked along the corridor towards our room, stopping twice to pull her heels off and leaving them on the ground. I sighed, picking up both shoes and following her into our room.

As soon as I closed the door, Feyre pressed her body against mine and walked me back until I hit the door. Her arms came around my neck, hands drifted to my hair and she pulled my head down to meet her lips. She kissed me greedily, pushed her hands through my hair which caused a groan to break free from my throat. Her tongue dragged along the seam of my lips and I opened for her, letting her explore it with her tongue. I begrudgingly pulled away, taking a deep breath to quell my rising desire in favour of looking after my mate.

Feyre did not have the same idea in mind. She went to kiss me again but I dodged out of the way.

"Feyre darling, I think it's best if you rest. You have been dancing all night, let me take care of you." I said softly to her, placing my hands on her shoulders to further separate our bodies.

"But I don't w-want to rest, I want to h-have fun with yous," Feyre stammered while wiggling her eyebrows and attempting to give me a sly smile. Unfortunately, her attempted smile didn't come out the way she wanted and she noticed, moving on to the next best thing.

I moved and walk towards the bed, leaving my back and wings exposed to her. The wicked creature I call my mate, dragged one finger up the outer membrane of my right-wing. She repeated the movement on the opposite wing. My body shuddered, my cock twitched and a loud groan left me. Feyre wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, nestling her body into my wings. A multitude of sensations cascaded through my body and went straight to my already hardened cock.

"Hmmm, are y-you suree you don't want t-to playy with mee?" She mumbled from where her face is pressed against my back. "We c-could have so much fun together," Feyre whispered, her hot breath sending goosebumps across my body.

I rotated in her arms, trying my hardest to ignore how much I wanted her right now. I placed my hands on her hips while I walked backwards, hoping to get her closer to the bed so she can get some rest but Feyre took my movements as an invitation.

Once my legs hit the edge of the bed, she pushed me with enough force that I fell. I went to sit up but Feyre straddled my lap and pushed my chest back down. She kissed me again, passionately that I almost forgot what I was previously trying to do. I broke our kiss but she just continued them on my jaw then down my neck, all the way to my collarbone. She then licked a column up my neck while rocking her hips slightly over my crotch. Both of us moaned at the rush of pleasure.

"Feyre, as much as I want this to continue, you are exhausted. You've had a lot to drink and all I want to do is take care of you." I said to her while trying to sit up with her in my lap. Feyre just pouted, placed her hands back on my shoulders, and once again pinned my back to the bed. She sat back up, pulled her dress over her head, leaving just her undergarments.

I looked away from the beautiful sight before me. Feyre replied to my earlier statement with a breathless voice, "But I want to p-play with you. Pleaseeeee Rhys, my m-most favourite person in the whole ... world. The loveee of my lifeee. The m-most handsome high-"

"As much as I love the compliments Feyre, darling, you-"

"I forgot to add prick and arrogant ass.”

I chuckled, glad to see Feyre hadn't lost her wit in her current state. My mate just stared at me then huffed a breath, got off and lied down next to me instead.

"I'll make you a promise," I said, watching her eyes light up. "If you rest now, we can play together all you want tomorrow," I finished and smirked at the sent of arousal from my mate.