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Feyre sat sandwiched between Mor and Cassian on the floor, with her back leaning against the sofa and her fingers curled tightly around the mostly full plastic cup of beer.
They had gone up to the informal sitting room in Helion’s house after the party downstairs. Feyre was still mentally scoffing at the idea of having two sitting rooms and one of them being formal.. but managed to relax away from the rowdy teenagers downstairs, who were playing beer pong and doing other stuff that Feyre really did not care for.
She was a little surprised that Cassian of all people had come up with Mor and her, but had been less so when Rhys and Azriel joined a few moments later. Helion had escorted them, telling them that if that oaf Tamlin and the Vanserra boys managed to break one of his mother’s precious vases, she might feel inclined to sue their fathers asses.
Feyre still felt out of place amongst these rich people with their lawyer parents, informal sitting rooms and vases worth more than probably her whole house. Still, she liked them and had grown used to their company.
At least, that was until, Cassian draped an arm over her shoulder and poked Mor’s with his outstretched hand.
“I’m bored, let’s play a game.” He drawled.
Mor’s reaction was immediate. A dismissive snort and then she pushed Cassian’s arm off Feyre’s shoulder, only to replace it with her head. She had been drinking wine instead of the beer in plastic cups and Helion had offered Feyre some, too, but Feyre had declined, telling him that she wasn’t nearly as fancy as Mor when it came to her choice of drink.
Either way, Mor seemed to be the drunkest of them all. And a drunk Mor was either a sleepy Mor or a Mor that lived to make bad decisions. Feyre preferred the version that was taking deep, calm breaths against her shoulder.
“Go play beer pong with the other guys, if our company isn’t riveting enough.” She muttered to Cassian.
But Cassian wasn’t having any of it. He sat up straighter and twisted a little. Helion, Rhys and Azriel stopped their conversation about the possible lawsuit and how Mr. Vanserra would react to look at Cassian.
His eyes were glinting with mischief and Feyre felt dread coiling up in her stomach. Cassian’s bad idea while drunk were just as bad as Mor’s.
“Let’s play truth or dare.” He said, his tone low, like he was sharing a secret with them.
Feyre wasn’t sure if she was surprised when Helion let out a barking laugh and said, “Great idea, Cass. I’m in.”
And she almost groaned, when Mor added, “Me, too.”
And before long, the three boys had sat down on the other side of the small coffee table and were ready to play. Feyre hadn’t spoken the entire time. Come to think of it, she was sure, she hadn’t even moved a muscle.
“I’ll start.” Mor said, finally sitting up. The sleepiness was gone and her brown eyes were sharp and alert. Ready to play. “Helion, truth or dare?”
Their host fixed his intense amber eyes upon Mor and gave her a small smirk. “Truth.”
Mor licked her lips, a small smirk forming on her own lips. “If you had to pick two people to have a threesome with, who would you pick?”
“Free choice?” Helion asked.
Mor shrugged. “Let’s make it interesting. You can only pick from people in this room.”
Cassian let out a small sound of protest, but both Mor and Helion ignored him. He stroked his chin, looking them each up and down, before looking back at Mor. “You; of course. And-” His eyes skipped to Azriel, then to Cassian and back to Azriel. “Sorry, Cass, but I have to go with Az.”
Mor howled and Cassian honestly looked at little put out. “Prick.” He muttered.
Azriel just gave them all a small victorious smile.
“My turn.” Helion said, his voice low, almost dangerous. “Rhysand.”
Rhys rolled his eyes as if he had known that Helion wouldn’t pick anyone else. “Dare.” Rhys said, managing to slip his hands into his pockets despite his sitting position and - damn him - making it look cool and casual.
“Take off that stuffy shirt of yours.” Helion said, eyes gliding over Rhys’ chest.
Rhys sighed, again not looking the least bit surprised. His fingers unbuttoned his dark shirt and Feyre tried - and failed - not to stare as bit by bit, his broad chest came into view. Her mouth went dry at the sight and she swore that if it hadn’t been for the alcohol, she would be able to look away.
She also knew that it was a lie. When it came to Rhys, it seemed like she had no control over her actions whatsoever. For a brief moment, she wanted to thank Helion for his dare.
Rhys shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and Feyre watched as the muscles in his chest, abdomen and arms worked together to rid himself of the garment.
She lifted her cup to her lips and took a small sip to stop herself from licking her lips and looking like a starved madman.
When Rhys settled back down, his eyes found hers and he gave her a small knowing smirk. “Feyre.”
Her reply was instantaneous. “I’m not playing truth or dare.”
His smirk only grew and Mor and Cassian protested - loudly.
“C’mon, Feyre, don’t be party pooper.” Cassian pouted. And Mor pushed her shoulder into hers, silently urging her to play along.
Feyre sighed and was about to argue, when she met Rhys’ eyes again. A challenge sparked in them, calling to something deep inside her. And she felt her own mouth pull into a small smirk. “Fine. Dare.”
That glint in his eyes turned into something wicked and Feyre’s toes curled at the sight. “I dare you, Feyre darling, to kiss me.”
Cassian whistled and even Helion leaned back, looking highly amused.
They had been dancing around each other for a while now and Feyre knew that Rhys was expecting her to protest; to demand something else. Instead, she handed her cup off to a (finally) speechless Cassian and got up. Not looking away from Rhys, she walked around the coffee table and only stopped, when she stood right before him. She placed her feet on either side of his legs and lowered herself down, so that she was perched atop his lap.
Rhys’ eyes were wide in surprise and Feyre gave him a smirk that she had received from him too many times and took his face between her hands.
She leaned forward and brushed her lips against him. He stiffened for only a heartbeat. Then, his hands came up to grip her hips and she slid her own to grip him by the back of his neck.
His lips parted and she pushed her tongue past them until it met his own.
He was breathless as he kissed her back, but the fingers on her hips flexed and then his hands were sliding up and around her back to tangle in her hair.
She lost track of time as they kissed. Lost in the way he tasted and how his hands explored her body. That is until someone coughed and they pulled apart.
“Well.” Azriel said. “If that was all it took for you to finally get it on, we would have played truth or dare ages ago.”
Mor, Helion and Cassian burst out laughing and Feyre chuckled at his words.
Rhys, however, was still grasping for air, his eyes wide and searching hers for something that Feyre couldn’t quite name.
“Feyre.” Mor said, when the two of them didn’t move. “It your turn.”
“Rhys.” Feyre said. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” He replied immediately. And finally, that insufferable smirk, she loved so much, bloomed on his face.
“Let’s get out of here.” She muttered and Rhys let out a laugh and nodded.