Nesta’s Not-So-Secret Weakness
Here is a short fluff fic in which Cassian discovers a weakness that Nesta has tried to keep hidden. Of course the Commander of Illyrian armies is putting plans into action to reveal the secret in their bedroom. But Nesta isn’t to thrilled by the idea. And she won’t be making it easy for Cassian.
“Don’t. You. Dare.” Nesta raised the pillow over her head.
Fully intending to use it if needed. Cassian almost chuckled at how she wielded
the soft object like a sword. Brandishing it as if it was the most dangerous
weapon in all of Velaris.
“Oh come on sweetheart,” Cassian stalked across the room in only a loose pair of pants. “I promise it will be fun.”
“Maybe for you, but not for me,” Nesta stood up on their shared bed. Her bare feet sunk into the comforter making her balance uneasy, but she was determined not to let Cassian catch her. If she had to launch herself out the window in her nightgown then so be it.
“Nesta,” Cassian purred. His eyes trained on her and the silk gown she wore that ended just above her knees. Cassian immediately flicked his sights back up to her face. He couldn’t let himself get distracted. Right now he was a Commander on a mission of utmost importance.
“I mean it Cassian,” Nesta braced herself. Her eyes darted to the window that would be her escape.
That brief moment she turned away gave Cassian the opportunity he needed. He leapt forward in a powerful jump that propelled him directly toward his mate.
Nesta jerked around as she saw Cassian out of the corner of her eye. She swung the pillow down as she would a sword. Her Illyrian training kicked in as her aim was precise. The pillow hit knocked Cassian down just short of tackling her, but before Nesta could hop off the bed a large calloused hand wrapped around her ankle.
Cassian pulled her down onto the bed with him in one swift tug. Nesta fumbled to right herself, but Cassian was there to make sure her back landed on the bed.
He hovered over her body and trapped her legs down by using his own. His fingers gently skimmed her ribs through the flimsy material of her nightgown. Nesta stiffened underneath him as his fingers brushed against one of her weak points that only her sisters had knowledge of. And Feyre had told Cassian about it last night when they shared dinner at the House of Wind.
Cassian leaned his head down. His lips grazed her ear as he whispered. “Who knew Nesta Archeron was ticklish?”
And then his fingers ran up and down her sides in soft touches that made Nesta fleetingly lose control over her body. She wriggled underneath Cassian while her voice broke out in uncontrollable laughter.
“Cas-Cassian!” Nesta gasped between bouts of laughter “Stop!”
“But you’re so cute when you laugh like this,” Cassian teased. “I want to see you laugh like this all day.” Cassian resumed tickling her sides with vigor. Nesta didn’t doubt that Cassian would keep this up. And now she was at the mercy of those nimble fingers that found all her ticklish spots.
Cassian was relentless in his attack. He enjoyed seeing Nesta like this. Laughing loudly and trying to contain her smiles, yet failing to do so. By this point Nesta’s face was beat red from laughing so hard.
“Ple-please-! Cas-!” Nesta tried to talk between breaths, but found it was nearly impossible as Cassian continued tracing her ticklish spots in patterns again and again.
“Are you actually begging for me to stop?” Cassian gave his signature smirk. The one that boasted triumph. “Is that what I hear sweetheart?”
Nesta bit her bottom lip, but laughter bubbled between her teeth much to her frustration.
Cassian paused in his movements to raise a brow before his fingers twitched threateningly against her skin again. Another onslaught of tickles was on the way.
“Yes! Yes!” Nesta burst out in gasps before Cassian decided to go for a second round.
He held himself above her a few seconds longer before moving onto his side with a victorious smile. A sigh of relief escaped Nesta’s throat. Her breaths slowly began returning to normal.
Cassian watched her with rapt attention before inching closer to press a gentle kiss to the side of her throat. Nesta’s pulse pounded beneath his lips.
“I didn’t know you were so ticklish,” Cassian murmured against her skin. Nesta could feel him smiling against her throat.
“It’s one of my few weaknesses,” Nesta said in a controlled tone. Though her voice was a bit breathless much to Cassian’s enjoyment.
“Oh? You have more?” Cassian questioned. Curiosity piqued in interest.
Nesta rolled over onto her side so she could look at Cassian. Their faces were inches apart as her eyes gazed up into his. The hazel color of his irises had provided her much comfort over the years. She reached a hand up to stroke his cheek.
Cassian was her weakness and strength. He was her confidante and lover. A fire that burned bright enough to chase off the darkness of her nightmares.
He was her mate.
Cassian kept his eyes on Nesta. He could read her thoughts as if she had spoken them aloud. His fingers threaded through Nesta’s soft golden brown hair. Her blue grey eyes steadied him in ways he could never imagine.
Nesta too was his weakness and strength. A friend and partner he trusted more than anyone else. She was the steel blade that cut his doubts and fears into nothing.
She was his mate.
“I love you Nesta,” Cassian kissed her brow with tenderness and pulled her closer to his chest.
“I love you too Cassian,” Nesta ran her hands up and down his back. Almost caressing his scarred wings. She placed a kiss at the base of his throat before resting her head beside his beating heart.
And together they slept in each other’s arms.
This fic is for @easkyrah and her anon that wanted Nessian fluff. Hope you enjoyed it~!