Nessian & Elriel
I don’t know if anyone made a parallel post for these two scenes together... at least I don’t remember so here you go...
I'm going in with the order of the nessian scene(chapter 15 acosf) but elriel scene(azriel’s bonus chapter) is in different order like it doesn’t follow the order of events in elriel scene...but the idea is the same. The language and the actions and the writing parallel each other.
1. Nesta and Elain being the ones that get closer
She took a step toward him. Cassian held his ground. So she took another step. Another. Until they were close enough that a heaving breath would have had her chest brushing his.
Elain shuddered, drifting closer. So close one deep breath would brush her breasts against his chest.
2. Getting on knees
Nesta didn’t, couldn’t, move as Cassian leaned to whisper in her ear, “The first time I saw that look on your face, you were still human. Still human, and I nearly went to my knees before you.”
Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He'd beg on his knees for a chance to taste it. But Azriel just stroked her neck again.
3. Fluttering shut eyes
” His breath caressed the shell of her ear and she couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering shut. His smile brushed against her temple.
Azriel's hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut.
4. #neck obsession
Until Cassian lowered his face an inch, and grazed the tip of his nose along her neck.
"I should go," Elain said, but made no move to leave. "Yes," he said, his thumb sweeping in long strokes along the side of her throat.
5. Cass and Azriel scenting Nesta and Elain
Beneath her hand, his chest heaved upward as he inhaled a great, greedy breath of her scent.
Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent.
6. Just look at the same color highlighted parts... it is pretty much explains itself
Too far. She shouldn’t have let herself go this far with him, let him this close. Yet she couldn’t withdraw. Couldn’t do anything but let him brush his nose over her neck again. The urge to press her body into his, to feel his warmth and hardness grinding into her, nearly overrode every rational thought.
It had never gone this far. They'd exchanged looks, the occasional brush of their fingers, but never this. Never blatant, unrestricted touching. Wrong -- it was so wrong. He didn't care. He needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. What those perfect lips tasted like. Her breasts. Her sex. He needed her coming on his tongue --
Cassian’s hands remained at his sides, though. As if waiting for her to give permission.
Azriel's hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut. Offer and permission. He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers.
8. This is the part that needs a bigger explaination. With Nessian their obstacle was nesta herself. Her trauma. Her problems. But with Elriel... the problem comes from outside. They both want each other but they are forbidden. It was not a mistake but because of Rhys Azriel said that... “forced himself to say”
She couldn’t get a breath down as she drowned in that stare. As low, sensitive parts of her tightened and began throbbing, her breasts becoming heavy and aching. His nostrils flared, scenting that, too. She couldn’t. She couldn’t do this to him. To herself. Couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t—
Rhys vanished, and Azriel was left standing before Elain, who still awaited his kiss. His stomach twisted as he pulled his hand from her hair and stepped back. Forced himself to say, "This was a mistake.” She opened her eyes, hurt and confusion warring there before she whispered, "I’m sorry." “You don't-- Don't apologize,” he managed to say. "Never apologize. It's I who should…” He shook his head, unable to stand the bleakness he'd brought to her expression. "Goodnight.”
9. Cassian and Azriel thinking about Nesta and Elain at night... thinking about their faces *wink wink*
Cassian whispered in her ear, “Do you know what I’m going to think of tonight?” A small sound must have come out of her, because he grinned as he stepped to the side. Let go of her hand. The absence of his warmth, his scent, was like a bucket of ice water. He smiled, nothing but wickedness and challenge. “I’m going to think of that look on your face.” He took another step down the hall. “I’m always thinking of that look on your face.”
He had only allowed himself these thoughts in the dead of night. Had only allowed his hand to fist his cock and think about her then, when even his shadows had gone to sleep. How that beautiful face might appear as he entered her, what sounds she'd make.
Elain didn't have many possessions purchased by herself in this realm, yet the small jewel box kept on the first drawer of her night stand was one of her favorites. The piece was carved from dark walnut, with inlaid wild roses on the lid and feet made of brass, the wood smoothed and polished to perfection yielding an elegant matte effect. Despite of its name, the box had no jewelry. The valuable items chosen to be kept were no other than rolled pieces of paper that sat on the rich velvet covering the inside. All notes received from Azriel.
Elain’s heart fluttered every time she walked into the room to find a new note sitting in her dresser. The pristine handwriting a reminder that a memory of her crossed his mind or he wished to reach her, ripping whatever paper was closest and sending through shadows.
The notes weren’t complex, deep or poetic, anyone could come across one and not think much of it. Not Elain, though. To Elain, who could read their true meaning, the notes sounded personal and affectionate, little notices to let her know that he was okay and thinking of her. Azriel never wrote what he truly wished to say, but Elain heard him anyways, loud and clear.
Sorry El, won’t make it to this festival. We can do something else when I’m back.
I’m fine and I wished I was there with you.
Two more days, a little late for dinner, maybe dessert...Don’t let Cass eat it all.
I’m fine and I'll be home soon.
You were right, camellias are blooming everywhere. Bright pink ones.
I’m fine and I'm thinking about you.
Wait for me after Vallaghen. There's a place I want to take you.
I’m back and I missed you, spend time with me.
WRITE THAT DARK BUCKY FIC... DO IT FOR THE WORLD. DO IT FOR THE WHORES.
DO IT FOR ME.
make him as dark and mean as you want I NEED IT
That's not very smart of you to say as dark and mean as I want but…
Are we thinking another fic for biker!Bucky? Stalker!Bucky finally getting his hands on you after watching you study in the library for the past month?
Or are we thinking consensual but hard kink/still dark? Mob!Bucky + poker night + pet/master + humiliation + degradation + dumbification + sir kink + shoe riding + exhibitionism + I could go on forever
Or my ideas are shit and you tell me what you want?