Nessian Fic! Fluff, Angst, and moderate smut
Enjoy this 3,000 word fic! I had a lot of fun writing this! (even though I should have been writing my English Written Task) priorities right? haha
Nesta had been sleeping in Cassian’s bed for a while now. It was a familiar type of comfortable, to be here with her mate in that way.
His hands brushed from her neck, down
her back, to her thighs, where she straddled him on his bed. His lips pulled away from hers and brushed
the soft skin at her neck, eliciting a groan from her, and a chuckle from
Damn fae males; he was always teasing her.
She cupped his cheeks with her hands,
pulling his face back up to hers. She
didn’t want teasing now, she just wanted him.
The feeling of his hands on her thighs did crazy things to her head, the dominance in it, making heat snake through her core. She tore her hands away from his face and ran them down his muscular chest, trailing the hem of his shirt, brushing the soft trail of hair that disappeared down his pants. She slowly slid her hands underneath his shirt as his tongue brush with hers, the feeling made her dizzy with want.
She lifted his shirt over his head and his hands left her thighs, capturing her waist. She could feel the rough callouses that traced circles on the skin there.