Feyre POV

Rhys had a nice townhouse right in the middle of the city, I had been expecting something more extravagant. It was tasteful, and it looked cozy and comfortable. The furniture actually looked comfortable instead of the bachelor furniture I had been expecting to encounter.

Rhys set down the takeout on the kitchen counter, I saw an old newspaper and spread it out on the dining room table, then I put my paints on top. I went back to the kitchen where Rhys was opening containers. "It smells delicious," I said coming up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist.

As he moved, I shuffled behind him trying not to trip over his feet. My nose was crushed against his shoulder and I took the citrus and sea scent of him deep into my lungs. I was about to let go so I could set the table, but he grabbed my arms and pulled me tight against me. "Where do you think you're going darling how am I supposed to stand up without you." I could feel his shoulders shaking with laughter.

We did this dance until we went to the table Rhys sat down first and pulled me down onto his lap. We ate in a heated silence, Rhys' nose kept brushing up against the back of m neck, and he left a trail of kisses up to the back of my ear.

We ate slowly letting it stew and whispered to each other and snuck little touches. When he ran his nose up my neck my toes curled in my socks. We put the dishes in the sink and went to where I had set up my paints. I positioned Rhys fully prepared to take him up on his offer to paint him sarcastic or not.

I positioned him in one of the chairs with the soft moonlight from the window illuminating his face. His face was turned toward the window, I had done it on purpose so that I could stare at him without the intensity of his gaze. The light accentuated his sharp features, his straight nose, high cheekbones, crisp jaw, and the light was making his eyes almost ethereal looking.

I looked down at the canvas I had brought to start my rough outline, when I looked up again, I saw Rhys try and quickly look back to how I had positioned him. When I looked back at the canvas, I licked my lips knowing that he was watching. When I looked back up again Rhys was smirking like a cat and I watched him over dramatically lick his lips, I laughed a little and went back to work.

The next time I looked up the playfulness had vanished now he was staring right at me and I was like a deer caught in headlights. I was trapped in his eyes they were so deep like I could fall right into them. There was no more dancing around in his eyes, he was the first one to break the tension "C'mere."

"I'm not finished yet," I said quietly already setting down the pencil and canvas I was holding.

I went to go close the lids on the paints, but before I could he said "Don't leave them out." He grinned like a wolf.

He twirled me around and pushed me up against the table and caught my mouth with his. I feverishly tried to take off his shirt. The probably very expensive shirt ripped a little underneath my fingertips.

He reached behind my thighs and lifted me up onto the table and pulled my shirt over my head. He went to push me back onto the table when his hand landed in some paint and he laughed against me. The paint was cold as he drew on my stomach.

I had to make it even, so I put my hand into the paint and traced the tattoos on his chest, they were lovely, and I wanted to study them.

By the time we both finished we were both covered in paint, the newspaper I had put down doing nothing to save the table beneath, and I could see my handprints all over Rhys. He started to laugh as he took in the mess around him. "I think I like the table better this way." He said between laughs.

"Good cause I don't know if that gonna come out," I said staring at the mess.

"I wouldn't want it too." He scooped me up and took me up the stairs. As we walked through the house, I noticed all the paintings he had hung up, they were all the paintings I had sold him. I didn't see a single painting without a little F.A. in the corner.

"So, you like my painting huh."

"No, I love your paintings darling, I want more walls so I can hang more." He pulled me even tighter to him and kissed me hard square on the mouth. He almost tripped on one of the steps and had to catch himself placing his hand on the wall. I cringed a little seeing the colorful handprint he left behind.

We finally got into his bathroom where he started the tub and filled it with bubbles. We made out as the tub filled up. When the water got high enough, he carried me into the tub, and we washed the paint off each other. Then we made out some more in his bed until we fell asleep wrapped up in each others' arms. I had never felt more comfortable and I hoped that Rhys felt the same way.

Rhys POV

I slept in and woke up with Feyre tucked into my arms, her head was on my arm which had gone numb, but I didn't want to move it away from her. She was still asleep taking deep and even breaths and she seemed so at peace.

I tucked a piece of hair away from her eyes and she woke up, her eyes more piercing in the morning than ever before. "Good morning darling." I smiled down at her as she whipped her eyes, "You're even more beautiful in the morning." She groaned a little and nestled even further into my chest, and then started kissing her way up my neck.

I didn't think that I had ever achieved this level of happiness and planned to never let it go. "I flipped her underneath me, "What do you want Feyre?" I asked her.

She smiled up at me and just said one word, "more", and I obliged her, right up until the last minute before we had to leave for work.

We drove to work together, and I kissed her goodbye at her makeshift supply room. Mor caught us and laughed as she walked past us, I saw her wink at me as she made her way to the elevator and she grinned like a fiend.

Over the next few weeks while Feyre was still painting I spent every moment I could with her, when she had to stay at her place or take a shift at the grocery store, I felt like a part of me was missing. I dreaded when she wouldn't come to work with me every day, but I was still excited about what the future would hold for her.

She was already getting commissions like crazy from people that had seen the mural or the paintings inside the building. Her social media was blowing up, and she almost had another job for a mural set up for a new building that was going in the rainbow.

There had been so much love for her art that we got her some business cards to keep at the front desk and with her. She got to quit her job at the grocery store and moved in with me fully. I hadn't even noticed that she had moved in with me she had just slowly been spending more and more time at my place so when her lease was ending it didn't make much sense to sign on for another year.

My life finally had color again and it was the most alive I had ever felt.