I forgot how amazing but how painful it is to have a crush on someone. I forgot how amazing it feels to be excited to see someone and talk to them but how painful it feels to not know whether or not they want to see you and talk to you.
But ever since I met you, I’m starting to remember all over again.
We’ve seen that Jack wasn’t okay with what he was seeing between his mom and Fowler. It was probably a while, maybe a few months, before he began to grudgingly accept that maybe his mom liked Fowler.
Then he’s absolutely annoyed when Fowler takes his mom out to dinner, growing irritated when he hears him say his mom’s name so affectionately.
His mom tries talking to him and he says he’s fine, really. His mom can date whoever she wants.
But he doesn’t actually improve his attitude, and starts giving Fowler a glare whenever he sees him over at his house. He remains the loyal son, loving his mom and acting normal when it’s just him and her in the house. But as soon as Fowler is mentioned, or his mom tells him he’s coming over, he starts brooding and being annoyed.
It takes months of Fowler and June talking to him, and trying to tell him it’s all right, before he starts to accept… whatever this is. It still makes him uncomfortable. It had been just him and his mom for years, and he was perfectly fine with that. It’ll take a while to get used to, he tells them, but he’ll try.
Rhys hosts a dinner party to which Nesta wears a particularly stunning dress that leads to an evening of Cassian teasing Nesta under the table. Nesta plots the perfect revenge.
An enormous thank you to @highfaelucien for basically being the best cheerleader anyone could ask for. Also, this is indirectly dedicated to @blackbeak because I heard you were quite excited by the idea of this fic when it was still in headcanon phase.
Smutty. Very NSFW.
“Fuck me,” Cassian mutters, releasing a deep breath as he
takes in Nesta’s dress. “You look incredible.”
He runs his eyes up and down every millimetre of her body, stunned
at the way the fabric seems to flow across her body, clinging to all his
favourite parts of her. His eyes pause every few seconds as he revels in the
curves of her body. He drinks in the way the cut of the dress manages to perfect
the delicate balance between modest and revealing; he gapes at how tiny her
waist is, almost certain he could wrap his hands all the way around her (how
has he never thought of this before?); finally, he rests his eyes on the slit
of her dress that reveals her long, pale leg and his eyes follow the slit of
the dress, and it’s as if her leg goes on forever.
“That’ll have to wait,” she replies, cocking her head as her
eyes dart across the fitted white shirt that’s barely containing his muscles. She
takes a deep breath and Cassian grins; he knows she wants him as much as he
wants her. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”