Requested by @rowanismybae. Nessian, with some smut and a side of fluff. I always love getting Nessian requests, for I am trash. I apologize, it’s kind of short. Anyways, enjoy. :)
I felt as if time was going slower than usual. I’d been
standing in the foyer, at the bottom of the staircase, for nearly thirty
minutes. She was late. The rest of the
Court was on their way to the ball already, Elain having whispered good luck to me on her way out the door,
arm in arm with Azriel.
At this point, I wasn’t sure if her good luck was meant to be a warning for whatever mood Nesta was in,
or if it was because she knew I’d be waiting on her sister for an ungodly
amount of time.But, as the door on the second floor of the townhouse
creaked open, all my anxiety faded. And when she came around the corner, all my
Her hair was up, braided in a crown around the top of her
head. Her gown was long, trailing the wooden floorboards behind her, the color
of the Velaris sky just before the sun began to rise.
She was half way down the stairs
when her eyes found mine, and she froze, her pink lips parting, slightly.
I held my hand out to her. “See something you like?”
Blue-gray eyes rolled.
“I’ve never seen you in anything other than rags, is all,”
she stated, continuing her walk until she met me in the foyer. “And you
bathed, which is always shocking.”
My smirk made her roll her eyes, again. “I clean up well. Don’t act so surprised.”
And cleaned up, I did. Feyre actually suggested that I wore
the tailored pants and the light grey button down. I drew the line at the tie
and the shoes, however. So, I kept the top button loose and wore my boots. Nesta’s eyes scanned my hair, which was knotted at the back
of my head, then my chest, then my waist where my shirt was perfectly tucked.
“Are those your training boots?” she raised an eyebrow.
As I glanced down at my dusty, black leather boots, Nesta
breathed out a laugh.
Shrugging, I held out my hand, “Shall we?”
Her fingers grazed mine, but she didn’t move. The same
ecstasy that I felt every time Nesta’s body made contact with mine consumed me,
the feeling that I dreamed about, that I thought about constantly and could
never get enough of. That feeling of ecstasy was my weakness, my downfall, my
greatest accomplishment, my addiction.
“You look beautiful,” i said, brushing a stray strand of golden-brown hair behind her ear.
She opened her mouth, then closed her lips into a thin line before opening them again,
“When are we supposed to be there?” she whispered, running
her fingers down my forearm.
I glanced at the clock. “Ten minutes ago.”
She sucked in a breath as I took a step closer. “And ten
A grin spread across my lips before I could stop it.
In my time with Nesta, I could honestly say that she never
ceased to amaze me. I was constantly surprised by her – by her wit, by her knowledge,
by her hidden kindness, by her talents, by the way she knew how to use her
hands just the right way along every inch of my body.
Now was no exception.
She didn’t waste time dragging me upstairs before she slid
her finger along the inside of my wing, just behind my shoulder blade. She
knew what she was doing. She knew I was about to drop to my knees and beg for
all she had to give me. She knew, and she enjoyed watching me in awe of her
She pushed me back against the leather couch and straddled
my lap. With one hand running up her thigh, underneath the thin skirts of her
evening gown, and the other trailing up her back to find the ribbon that held
everything in place, our lips met in a soft, slow, tender embrace.
It was a dance, the way her tongue brushed mine every time
we kissed, how she somehow managed to naturally make my hips move along with
hers. I had been with many women, but none of them compared to
her. None of them compared with the human who stole from the Cauldron, from the
Fae that comforted me as death surrounded us both. None of them compared to the
female who could make a suriel stop in its tracks, who could take away my fears
and anxieties with just a simple smile. None of them had made me feel so
unworthy, so alive. None of them were Nesta Archeron, and I never wanted to
taste, feel, love anyone but her.
Her eyes stared into mine as she unbuttoned my shirt, one by
one. I finally managed to find the ribbon tied neatly into a bow at the small
of her back and yanked, allowing the dress to fall down to her waist.
straightened as I took her in, the same body I had witnessed day after day and
only grew to love more every damn time.
My shirt had been pushed down my arms before I cupped her
breasts, and ran my tongue along her bottom lip, up her jawbone, and nipped at
She shuddered as she unzipped my trousers and her small,
delicate hand found me in no small, delicate way at all. My head fell back against the cushions as she took control,
her name a whisper that had found its way into the moans escaping my open lips.
Before I could get too excited, she rose from her place on
my lap and let her gown fall to the crimson rug. She watched me as my eyes slid
from her toes, up, slowly, until they reached her own, and she grinned.
I watched her as she turned from me, as she walked calmly up
the stairs. She glanced at me, once, when she reached the landing of the second
floor then continued down the hallway.
I waited a few seconds before I pushed
off by boots, and sprinted to the upper level.
She was waiting for me in the doorway of her bedroom, a soft
giggle the only sound in the otherwise silent townhouse.
“Tease,” I mumbled, as my lips pressed into hers and I
lifted her up by her waist, her long, slender legs wrapping around my lower
“You like it.”
I could not disagree as her lips found my neck and I was
Dainty feet pushed down my trousers until they were nothing
more than a limp piece of fabric at the foot of the bed, just after I laid her
down, her head resting on the pillow she’d stole from my room a month ago.
The first gasp would get me every time. The gasp she made
when I would first enter her, gently, urgently. The gasp that told me that’s
what she wanted, that’s what she’d been waiting for, that I could still satisfy
her after all this time. I lived for that gasp, that expression on her ethereal
face of pure adrenaline.
Making love to Nesta was like being with someone who was not
of this world. She was demanding, yet generous, she was confident, yet
awestruck, she was quiet and cunning, yet moaned my name continuously as if she
could not get close enough to me. We were one in the same. I couldn’t tell
where her body ended and mine began, and I didn’t want to. It was not a
meaningless act of lust, but a dance that was only perfected when two people
who were meant for one another found each other. It was like nothing I had ever experienced
before, and something I wanted to experience for as long as I lived.
We lied there, breathless, her head lying on my damp chest
when the clock struck midnight.
She cursed, and I laughed at the sound of vulgarity coming
from her proper mouth. We had been too busy talking, too busy exploring one
another to join the others.
“What will we tell them?” she asked.
“I’ll tell them you couldn’t keep your hands off me,” my
hand ran down her backside as she chastised me, which only made me laugh
“You make me happy,” she said, quietly, after the sound of
laughter and heavy breathing faded into nothingness.
I kissed her forehead, softly, as I pulled her blankets up
to our waists and wrapped my wings around her. “You give me life, Nesta