Honestly, I had intended this to be more of a lumberjack!Cassian fic, but my mind went an entirely different direction when I started writing?? (I might still write a lumberjack one tho)
Cassian touched down in a familiar grassy clearing just
after dawn. He had been away attending meetings with Rhys about the issue of
the Court of Nightmares, and it had drained him. All he wanted was to see his
mate and hold her in his arms. Her scent wafted to him on a gentle breeze from
the cabin on the opposite side of the clearing. He smiled and walked towards
it, quietly pushing the open. Leaning against the frame, he drank in what he
Nesta’s back was to him, sitting in her favorite fireside
chair. A book rested on her folded legs, and it captured her attention
entirely. One hand absentmindedly pushed a piece of her golden hair that had
fallen loose from her braid behind her ear. Cassian cleared his throat, and she
finally turned to him.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he drawled, and Nesta’s eyes sparkled
as she drew a breath. He crossed the room and knelt before her, kissing her
forehead before wrapping her in a hug.
“Cas, I missed you so much,” she mumbled as she breathed in
his scent. “I had no one to keep me company but my books! I think I finished
four of them, I just couldn’t put them down. I read the last series you got me,
you know, the one about the Grisha? It was really good; I wonder if the author
has written any others.” Cas chuckled to himself as she rambled, and reached
into the pouch at his side. Nesta had a tendency to ramble on about her books,
and it never failed to make him smile.
“I got you a prize, can you guess what it is?” Nesta
grinned, because of course she knew. He never went anywhere without bringing
her a new book. Fiction or non-fiction, fantasy or romance, he always knew
which stories she would enjoy. She eyed the room around them. Floor to ceiling
bookcases covered two walls, almost completely filled with volumes from all of
“You’ll have to make me more shelves,” she said, gingerly
taking the book from his warm hands. She placed it on the table next to her and
patted her lap, signaling him to lay his head down. With a content sigh,
Cassian wrapped his arms tighter around her middle as she untied his hair and
ran her fingers through it.
“If you keep this up I’ll fall asleep right here,” he
mumbled, and Nesta laughed. Cas turned his head at the sound. He rested his
chin on her knee as he watched the firelight dance across her face. She looked
down at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“We’ll see about that,” she challenged, and Cassian growled
from deep in his throat. Gripping her thighs, he lifted her from the chair and
walked her to the bedroom while she laughed at his sudden energy.