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yazthebookisha day ago
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Happy Nessian week!
Dilf Cassian for you all with his little Valkyries馃槒鉂わ笍
By Ellyness5馃 (commissioned by me)
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Cassian: So is this thing between Az and Gwyn supposed to be a secret?
Nesta: Hardly. The only people who don't know Az and Gwyn are mates are Az and Gwyn.
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lightitup-1989a day ago
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Nesta: I have come up with a three-step plan to get Azriel to marry you.
Gwyn: Okay, I'm listening.
Nesta: Step one, get him to play Truth or Dare.
Gwyn: Oh god, stop.
Nesta: Step Two, wait until he picks dare.
Gwyn: Nesta, no.
Nesta: Step three, dare him to marry you.
Emerie: [shouting from the other room] it could work!
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broodybatboya day ago
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Cassian: What are you and Emerie arguing about?
Nesta: We have a bet going about what Azriel is like in bed. Emerie thinks he鈥檚 really romantic, but I think he鈥檚 kinky.
Gwyn: He鈥檚 actually both.
Nesta: *stares*
Emerie: *stares*
Cassian: *nods approvingly*
Gwyn: I mean... how would I know? I don鈥檛 know what Az is like in bed... but I would assume he鈥檚 both.
Cassian: She's right. He's both.
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starksravings2 days ago
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One Little Mistake
Nesta Archeron has been rebuilding her life after a devastating breakup left her with little more than the clothes upon her back and a fifteen-year-old Civic. She has great friends and a good job, more than most people her age can hope for.
But after making one little mistake at work, her stubborn pride rears its ugly head, sending Nesta on a collision course with a handsome stranger, reintroducing feelings she thought she'd long since buried.
Assuming, of course, that Nesta is able to drop her mask.
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Recently, a few of my girlfriends spent an afternoon sending memes and cackling over the book Three Simple Rules by Nikki Sloane. Unfortunately, someone made the mistake of asking, "can you imagine this storyline with a Nessian twist?" and this monstrosity was born. I regret everything. Siri, what is sunk cost fallacy?
I want to include a trigger warning as this fic deals with sex work and having sex while blindfolded.
While this is framed as (an absolutely ridiculous) smutty comedy, I know some readers may be uncomfortable with the subject matter, so please proceed accordingly.
Intended for readers 18+
Part 1, Nesta
Monday started off horribly. 聽
鈥淗old the door,鈥 I yelled, waving frantically to catch the bus driver鈥檚 attention and running as fast as my feet would carry me. 聽 聽
I had planned on arriving at work a full hour early, giving me plenty of time to set up Mr. Burnel鈥檚 client meeting and still be back at my desk for the market鈥檚 open. But, unfortunately, last night I had forgotten to plug in my phone, and my battery died. Which meant my alarm didn鈥檛 go off. Which meant I鈥檇 overslept on the most important day of my career, and I couldn't even call in. When I realized my mistake, the adrenaline coursing through my body woke me up faster than any espresso could dream of.
My asshole boss was relying on me to prep for the prospective client meeting. I knew how much was riding on this; the Spell-Cleaver account was easily worth tens of millions. Not only would retaining the client be a massive win for the Night Corp, but Mr. Burnel planned on reinvesting the majority of resulting commissions and trailer fees into the company鈥檚 fledgling charity. He made it clear that landing this client would have positive, far-reaching effects. 聽
Assuming I don鈥檛 fuck the whole thing up first. 聽
My asshole boss will murder me if I鈥檓 late. But, first, he鈥檒l probably spend several days torturing me at an undisclosed black-ops site before finally burying my charred remains in some shallow grave, never to be seen again. 聽
And then, worst of all, he鈥檇 probably fire me. 聽
I was up and out of my apartment in record time. But, unfortunately, it was raining heavily, and I鈥檇 forgotten my jacket and umbrella. I was cutting it too close to turn back, so I sent up a silent prayer and began sprinting to the bus stop like some kind of waterlogged, overdressed marathoner.
鈥淧lease wait,鈥 I called again, waving at the driver with one hand while searching for my MetroCard with the other. 聽
The driver did stop when he noticed me; thank the Mother. He gave me a warm smile as I skidded to a halt in front of the bus, thoroughly soaked and gasping for breath. The fact that I made the entire sprint in three-inch stilettos without face planting was a modern-day miracle. I climbed up the bus steps on shaking legs, holding onto the railing like my life depended on it. 聽
鈥淭hank you,鈥 I wheezed, paying my fare before inelegantly dropping into a seat. 聽
鈥淣o problem, dear,鈥 he told me as he manoeuvred the bus back into traffic. 鈥淭ake a few moments to catch your breath. You鈥檙e lucky I saw you, the next bus is running behind. Maybe that means you are in for a change of luck, hmm?鈥
~
Spoiler alert: I was not in for a change of luck. 聽
We made it to the subway in good time, considering the weather, but I just missed the first train, and then the next one ran five minutes late. 聽
And then, because the Mother Above seemed to hate New Yorkers in general and me in particular, my train unexpectedly went out of service and dumped its passengers off one station before my own. So I decided to run for it rather than pin all hopes on the subway system. I made it to work five minutes to 9, shortly before the meeting was set to commence, and I spent the entire elevator ride with my heart in my throat. Please let there be time to prepare the room. 聽
Finally, the doors open to reveal the gleaming black marble of the Night Corp鈥檚 lobby. I scurried past the front desk, embarrassingly aware I was leaving a trail of dripping rainwater in my wake. Cerridwen, the receptionist monitoring the front desk, tsked at me as I rushed by, tapping her watch for good measure. 聽
鈥淥h, I鈥檓 late?鈥 I called out sarcastically. 鈥淕uess I was too caught up in the beautiful morning sunshine.鈥 聽
I didn鈥檛 bother waiting for a reply as I ducked down the corridor towards the meeting rooms, my heels echoing through the marble hall. Instead, I sent up a last-minute prayer that the clients were late. Or that my watch was suddenly running twenty minutes fast. Or that Mr. Burnel had been kidnapped by ninja assassins, and his schedule was cleared off as a result. 聽
You know, the usual. 聽 聽
But my heart sank when I saw the meeting room door was wide open; Mr. Helion, CEO of Spell-Cleaver Inc, was seated at the boardroom table. I paused, noting that the company鈥檚 good china had been set out and a French press placed before him. Mr. Helion was busy flipping through one of the perspectives I had left on my desk the previous night. 聽 聽
I blinked in shock, not quite believing my luck; someone had prepared the room on my behalf. Nevertheless, I hesitated, unsure if I should try to slink away unnoticed when my Guardian Angel backed out of the room.
鈥淢r. Burnel will be here shortly, but please don鈥檛 hesitate to call me if you need anything else,鈥 Emerie told Mr. Helion as she slipped out of the meeting room, the door latching shut behind her. 聽
She turned around to find me standing in the middle of the hallway, dripping water onto the marble floor and wearing a dumbstruck expression. She raised an elegant brow and said: 鈥淵ou owe me big time, Archeron.
鈥淢arry me,鈥 I told her, meaning every word. 鈥淚 promise to make you the happiest woman alive.鈥
鈥淭hanks, but I think I鈥檒l pass. You don鈥檛 date women, and I don鈥檛 think Mor is willing to share.鈥 Emerie said with a laugh, referring to her long-time girlfriend. Her nose crinkled as she took in my sodden state. 鈥淕o, get cleared up before the boss puts two and two together and realizes that I stepped in to cover for you.鈥
I shuddered at the thought.
From day one, Mr. Burnel made it perfectly clear how unhappy he was being saddled with me. I鈥檇 been working as his sales assistant for almost eight months now, and he still hadn鈥檛 warmed up to me. Although, to be fair, I was sort of foisted upon him by my sister, so he didn鈥檛 really have any say in the matter. 聽 聽
After breaking things off with Tomas, I鈥檇 packed up my old Honda Civic and drove through the night, reaching Gwyn鈥檚 apartment by sunrise. I hadn鈥檛 seen my childhood best friend since high school, but she鈥檇 didn鈥檛 even hesitate before ushering me inside. No questions asked. 聽
When we were girls, we were inseparable. We met in U8 soccer (Go Valkyries!) and instantaneously clicked. That was before Tomas鈥 toxic influence - before he forced me to cut ties with friends and family, but it didn鈥檛 take long for the two of us to fall back into our old routine. My childhood best friend had grown into a confident young woman. Her career of choice may have caught me off guard, but it paid for her apartment and funded her lavish lifestyle. It also supported me during my first few months here, back when I did little more than hide in her guest room and weep over a man who treated me like garbage. 聽
Gwyn鈥檚 job made her happy, so I tried to keep an open mind.
But I didn鈥檛 want to rely on Gwyn鈥檚 generosity forever, which led me to the next step in my new life plan: asking my sisters for help. Honestly, that part was the hardest. Oh, they would never purposely shame me for asking for help. In fact, I think they were generally thrilled that I came to them. But that didn鈥檛 erase the truth that I - their older sister - had to restart my life at the ripe old age of twenty-four, with just the clothes on my back and a fifteen-year-old Civic. 聽
Just to be clear, I hadn鈥檛 demanded a job or anything of that nature; I actually went in with low expectations. At most, I hoped they could point me in the direction of a few places looking to hire. So imagine my surprise when my baby sister went ahead and arranged a cushy job at a fancy downtown firm. It was too good to be true. 聽
But, of course, nothing in my life really came without challenges. 聽
Feyre found me a position at the Night Corp, an independent investment firm headed by her fianc茅, Rhysand Night. Oh, my kid sister swore up and down that the Night Corp would be thrilled to have me. But, more importantly, Rhysand, I was quick to learn, would do anything to make Feyre happy. Even if that meant creating a position for her fuck-up of an older sister. 聽
So I think it鈥檚 clear that I didn鈥檛 win the job on my own merit. But regardless of how I came about it, I really did believe I could make a place for myself here. It might be a bit awkward at first, considering the President was directly behind my hiring, but if I kept my head down and worked my ass off, I should be able to prove my worth. So it shouldn鈥檛 be that big of a deal. After all, most people wouldn鈥檛 complain about the head honcho鈥檚 experiment in nepotism, right?
I was wrong.
Mother Above, I had been so very wrong. 聽
My first day at the Night Corp was also one of the worst days of my adult life, secondary only to when I discovered that Tomas had knocked up one of the secretaries.
I still have nightmares about it: Me, standing outside of Mr. Burnel鈥檚 office, clutching the little orchid Elain had gifted me, wearing a hopeful expression and one of Gwyn鈥檚 borrowed dresses. And Mr. Burnel, silently giving me a once over before demanding to speak to Rhysand in private. I was forced to stand outside my new boss鈥 office and listen to him rail against hiring me. He went on a five-minute tirade, giving my brother-in-law a plethora of reasons why hiring me would be the worst idea ever.
So, yeah. That was my first day at The Night Corp.
I wish I could say it got better between us, but that would be a lie. Mr. Burnel and I maintain a frosty truce. With me trying my hardest to earn his approval and him trying his hardest to avoid me. 聽
I was honestly shocked he gave me the chance to prepare for the Spell-Cleaver meeting, and it was only by Emerie鈥檚 divine intervention that his lack of trust remained unfounded. So If Emerie was willing to cover for me, I would go with it. I knew better than to question things when life tossed me a Hail Mary. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and scurried off to the restroom to dry myself off. 聽
Things were finally starting to look up. 聽
~
To: Archeron, Nesta - TNC
From: Gwyn Berdara
Subject: Friday Night Drinks?
Bitch,
I haven鈥檛 seen you in ages. We鈥檙e meeting up for drinks on Friday, and I鈥檓 not taking no for an answer.
I will personally come over there and drag you out by your hair if you even think of giving me some lame-ass excuse. You need to get out more and be reminded that there is more to life than your vibrator. 聽
Love ya,
G
I snickered as I read my email. As usual, Gwyn was hyperbolic as fuck, considering we鈥檇 met up for dinner just last week. Still, I鈥檇 gone through the morning from hell, and it would be nice to look forward to something other than going home to an empty apartment. I quickly replied with a restaurant suggestion, shooting off the email before turning my attention to review yesterday鈥檚 transactions. 聽 聽
But before I go on, there is something you need to know. Look, I love Gwyn with all my heart, but I don鈥檛 want to sugarcoat it. Between you and me, well... Gwyn works as a high-priced escort.
I know, I know. Trust me; I was shocked when I found out, too. 聽
Gwyn was the last person I would expect to choose that line of work. So at first, I thought she was in trouble. Maybe owed money to the wrong people, that sort of thing. 聽
That was not the case. Not by far. 聽
Nobody had forced her; she鈥檇 chosen to do this out of her own free will. She wasn鈥檛 beholden to anyone and could walk away at any time. More importantly, she enjoyed herself. Gwyn sometimes made more in a month than I would net in a year, all for a couple nights鈥 worth of work in a secured environment. She was happy and owned it, so who was I to judge? 聽
Like I said before, I try to keep an open mind. 聽
But all thoughts of my best friend and her unorthodox profession went careening out of my head as I reviewed yesterday鈥檚 trade blotter. I read the paper twice and then read it again. Refusing to believe my eyes.
鈥淥h fuck. This can鈥檛 be right.鈥 I began tearing the report apart, desperately searching for something which, I began to realize with dawning horror, didn鈥檛 exist. 鈥淥h fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,鈥 I breathed as I triple-checked the report. 聽 聽 聽
Emerie, whose desk sat directly across from mine, glanced up at the commotion.
鈥淪omething up, Archeron?鈥 She asked, then paused as she took in my pallid complexion and frantic movements. She stood up and walked over, brows drawn together in concern. 鈥淣es, are you okay?鈥 聽
No, I wasn鈥檛 okay. I was very, very far from being okay. 聽
鈥淚 sold the wrong thing,鈥 I whispered, feeling close to throwing up. 聽
Emerie blinked. 鈥淲hat?鈥
鈥淚 sold the wrong thing,鈥 I told her, voice a little bit stronger now. 鈥淔or the Tarquin account. I sold 5000 shares of Prythian Trust.鈥
Emerie tilted her head at me. 鈥淗ow much were you supposed to sell?鈥
鈥500,鈥 I said, feeling sick.
Emerie paled. Her eyes widening as the gravity of my enormous fuck up sank in. Thankfully she was a bit more reactive than I was and immediately grabbed my phone, punching in the number to the trading desk. She took the report from my hands while explaining the situation to Devlon, our head trader. 聽
I, meanwhile, put my head between my knees and tried not to puke. 聽
She spent the next few minutes on the phone, cleaning up my mistake. That moment stretched out for an eternity. I felt so helpless, not being able to do more than stare at Emerie as she jotted down notes onto my report as she spoke to the trader about price fluctuations. Finally, she hung up the phone and turned to address me. 聽
鈥淗ow bad is it?鈥 I asked warily.
She gave me a weak smile. 鈥淚t could have been a lot worse, you know. Especially considering how the European Markets are performing...鈥
鈥淓m, don鈥檛 sugarcoat it,鈥 I pleaded. 鈥淗ow bad is it?鈥
She sighed, dropping down to sit on the edge of my desk. 鈥淭he price moved almost $2.30. It will cost us a little over $10,000 to buy back the shares.鈥
Except Emerie was still sugar coating things. It wouldn鈥檛 cost us ten grand to correct my error. That money would come directly out of Burnel鈥檚 pockets. The very same Mr. Burnel who鈥檇 protested my hiring since day one. The very same Mr. Burnel who took one look at me and saw me for the fuck up that I genuinely was.
鈥淥h, good to know,鈥 I said, before bending over to vomit last night鈥檚 dinner into my wastepaper basket. 聽
~
Mr. Burnel came striding back to the office about two hours later. He gave Emerie a quick nod while ignoring me completely, walking into his office and shutting the door. I peered at Ermeie for a few seconds while summoning up the courage for the task before me.
You can do this, Archeron, I thought, psyching myself up. I imagined myself as a fierce warrior princess, holding up a sword as I defended against an onslaught of ruthless ne鈥檈r-do-wells. You鈥檙e brave and strong, and you鈥檝e got this!
But I guess the psych up was less effective than I thought because Emerie frowned at me and asked: 鈥淵ou sure you don鈥檛 want me to go in for you?鈥
I sighed. Emerie had spent the better part of the morning cleaning up my messes. There was no way I was putting her through this, too; it was time for Little Miss Fuck-Up to start handling her own shit. 聽 聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 okay. I got this.鈥 I told her, although my outside voice sounded much less confident than the one in my head.
I got up, smoothed down my now dry-ish skirt, and walked over to Mr. Burnel鈥檚 office. I tapped on the glass door, reminding myself to breathe as I waited for permission to enter. 聽
Unfortunately, he didn鈥檛 make me wait long. 聽
鈥淐ome in,鈥 his gruff voice called through the door. 聽
I took a deep breath, sent a prayer to the Mother Above, and walked into his office. As I closed the door, I briefly made eye contact with a graved-faced Emerie, watching from behind her desk. She put a hand over her heart as if to bid me farewell. Like I was a soldier marching off to my death. Which probably wasn鈥檛 too far off the mark, come to think of it. Vegas would lay good odds that Mr. Burnel鈥檚 office would soon become the scene of my murder. 聽
鈥淢ay I help you, Miss Archeron?鈥 He asked, not bothering to look up from his monitors. 聽
鈥淭here was a problem with the Tarquin sell-offs,鈥 I blurted out. Because I鈥檓 tactful like that. 聽
That got his attention. Started eyes flew up to meet mine, and suddenly I was the only thing he was seeing. I can鈥檛 say that was an improvement on my end.
鈥淲hat do you mean, problem?鈥 He demanded angrily. 聽
I took a calming breath and explained the situation to Mr. Burnel. He remained quiet the entire time, not bothering to interrupt for questions or clarification. He didn鈥檛 even blow up like I鈥檇 been expecting, but that didn鈥檛 make me feel better. Instead, he just regarded me with a stone-cold expression, dark eyes glimmering as I carefully explained how one little mistake ended up costing him ten thousand dollars. 聽
I finished my summary and waited for a reaction, the silence stretching out between us. It was starting to turn into an awkward game of silent chicken, with neither being the first to speak. I considered heading back to my desk to pack up my personal belongings and wait for security to escort me off the premises, when Mr. Burnel finally broke the silence. He leaned back in his chair, scrubbing a tired hand down his face. 聽
鈥淲ell, fuck,鈥 he breathed, sounding more tired than anything. 聽
And somehow, the disappointment in his voice was about a thousand times worse than anything else he could have thrown at me. I was used to his icy indifference; had built up a natural immunity to his disregard. But the disappointment lacing his voice? Fuck, that made me feel about three feet tall. It was an unwelcome reminder that this was just the latest fuck-up in my long and illustrious history of fucking-things-up. 聽
And just like that, a switch was flipped.
鈥淧lease return to your desk, Miss Archeron. I鈥檒l handle things from here,鈥 he said, once again all business. 聽
Mr. Burnel returned his attention to the information crawling along the bottom of his computer monitor, a dismissal if I鈥檝e ever seen one, and I realized he planned on covering my ten-thousand-dollar mistake without giving me a scolding. Or even a slap on the wrist. Like he鈥檇 long-ago resigned himself to the idea that I was going to constantly fuck things up for him.
Truth be told, that realization hurt me the most.
Maybe that鈥檚 the reason I was gripped by a wave of temporary insanity. I would eventually look back on this moment and attribute it all to a bout of delirium, because no sane woman would turn around and do what I was about to do.
鈥淢r. Burnel, I will personally cover the cost of my error,鈥 I told him confidently. Like every twenty-something-year-old sales assistant just happened to have that kind of money lying around. To be clear: I do not. But that didn鈥檛 stop me from saying, 鈥淚鈥檒l have the money on your desk by Monday.鈥
Mr. Burnel eyed me like I had suddenly started speaking in Latin, which was probably an appropriate response. 聽
鈥淢iss Archeron, there are policies in place鈥.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 aware of company policy, Mr. Burnel!鈥 I snapped hotly, 鈥渂ut that doesn鈥檛 erase the fact that I鈥檓 the woman who made the error, so I鈥檓聽the woman who should pay for it.鈥
He leaned back in his chair, giving me a considering perusal. 鈥淢iss Archeron,鈥 he paused, then tried again. 鈥淣esta... 聽Rhys made me aware of the circumstances leading up to your arrival in New York. I know for a fact that you cannot afford to cover the trade correction. Sometimes these things happen; it鈥檚 the cost of doing business.鈥
My face heated in chagrin. 聽
If he thought that would convince me to sit back, Mr. Burnel had another thing coming. I saw red, chafing at the knowledge the Night Corp elites had been advised to treat me with kid gloves. Like I was their special little charity case. It was more than my pride could handle. 聽
I tried to ignore the angry welling in my eyes as I coldly told him: 鈥淎s I said earlier, you鈥檒l have the money on your desk by Monday.鈥
And then I stormed out of the office before I could do something smart or sane. You know, like begging my boss to forget the entirety of our previous conversion and accept the situation like a good little girl. 聽
I stopped to grab my purse before storming out of the office, leaving a wide-eyed Emerie in my wake. I needed to get away from the office, if only for a few minutes. Just enough time to compose myself before dissolving into angry tears. Thankfully, I made it to the lobby uninterrupted, fumbling for my phone while summoning the elevator.
The lift chimed its arrival, and I entered a blessedly empty compartment. I pressed the button for the lobby, then hit the first number on my speed dial and wiped away a traitorous tear while I waited for the person on the other end to pick up. 聽
鈥淗ello?鈥 A tired voice yawned into the receiver.
Relief washed through me. 鈥淗ey Gwyn,鈥 I sniffed, fighting back tears. 鈥淎ny chance we can move drinks up to tonight?鈥
~
鈥淣es, you鈥檝e got to be out of your fucking mind,鈥 said my best friend, with all the tact and grace of a bull in a china shop. 聽
I frowned at Gwyn over my glass of wine. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e the last person who should be questioning my decision,鈥 I leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, 鈥渂ecause you already鈥 you know.鈥 I trailed off, embarrassed. 聽
Gwyn merely laughed at my discomfort.
鈥淪ell my body?鈥 She supplied helpfully, and I flushed in response. 鈥淒o you not see how crazy this sounds? Nes, you鈥檙e asking to work at my sex club when you can鈥檛 even talk about it without blushing!鈥
I looked around in a panic, checking if anyone at the neighbouring tables had been eavesdropping.
鈥淚t鈥檚 not that I鈥檓 embarrassed to talk about it,鈥 I protested truthfully. Semi-truthfully. I gestured around the opulent room. 鈥淚鈥檓 just trying to be discreet.鈥
When I called her, I barely managed to choke out three sentences before Gwyn cut me off, insisting we meet for dinner at Rita鈥檚, one of NYC鈥檚 most exclusive hot spots. Unfortunately, the lounge was out of my price range, especially after today鈥檚 fiasco, but she insisted on treating me. If you need to cry, she鈥檇 said, you might as well do it amongst the cr猫me de la cr猫me.
鈥淥h, honey, I wouldn鈥檛 be surprised if half of the men here had been my client at some point.鈥
That took me aback, and I reassessed the room with new eyes. Rita鈥檚 was a mainstay of the society pages - a place where you can rub shoulders with socialites and politicians alike. I鈥檇 known that Gwyn鈥檚 customers were high-end, but I didn鈥檛 truly appreciate the echelon of clients she was dealing with.
But her comment still left me a little confused. 聽
鈥淚 thought you didn鈥檛 know who your clients were?鈥 I asked.
Gwyn only shrugged, her rich copper hair shimmering in the lighting. 聽
鈥淢en love to talk about themselves,鈥 she said with a laugh. 鈥淩ich men are no different. But, honestly, it鈥檚 not easy to figure out.鈥 聽
Gwyn works out of an exclusive club, and rules stipulate all contractors (AKA the men and women selling their bodies) must be blindfolded unless otherwise requested. It鈥檚 partly due to the practice of bondage and partially to protect the client鈥檚 identity. But, according to Gwyn, it mainly adds to the vibe of the overall experience. 聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 about selling a fantasy,鈥 she鈥檇 told me one night, after we drank one too many bottles of wine. 鈥淚鈥檓 lying there when the client walks in, blindfolded, tied up. Entirely at their mercy.鈥 She shivered in delight. 鈥淭rust me, no one is complaining.鈥
Back then, I had a hard time wrapping my brain around the whole thing. I was too cautious about accepting Gwyn's words at face value .
鈥淏eing entirely at the mercy of your clients doesn鈥檛 seem safe to me,鈥 I argued. 鈥淲hat happens if the dude has bad intentions?鈥
鈥淚n all my years there, I鈥檝e never had an issue. The clients are vetted beforehand; it鈥檚 a lot more involved than simply providing an updated STD panel. Besides, we鈥檙e monitored by cameras the entire time,鈥 Gwyn casually added, and I nearly choked on my wine in response. 鈥淚t鈥檚 not the kind of place where the customers expect wine and roses, Nes. These customers pay good money to live out their wildest fantasies. It鈥檚 hot, it鈥檚 dirty, but most importantly, it鈥檚 entirely safe. I promise.鈥 聽
鈥淲ildest fantasies, huh?鈥 I murmured, bemused.
鈥淎nd I make their fantasies come true,鈥 she said with a grin. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 what they pay me the big bucks for.鈥
I鈥檇 learn more about her job over the next few months. Gwyn was very upfront about what she did, not the least bit ashamed. So I was more than a little surprised when Gwyn was hesitant about me following in her footsteps. 聽
I enjoyed sex as much as the next girl. Probably a little bit more, actually. And yes, it鈥檚 true that I鈥檝e only been physical with Tomas, my high school sweetheart, but Gwyn didn鈥檛 know that. She knew the reason for our breakup, of course, but I never went into details about the downward spiral that led up to it. The sad truth was our love-making had become sporadic over our last year together. Tomas claimed work left him too tired for sex, but the fact he was fucking Clare Beddor on the side probably had something to do with that. 聽
So, yeah, maybe it鈥檚 been a while since I鈥檝e gotten laid. But that should work in my favour, right? 聽
鈥淚 can do this, Gwyn. I know I can鈥 聽
鈥淚f this is about money, then you don鈥檛 need to worry about it,鈥 she said softly. 鈥淚 have no problem covering you. You know that, right? So you don鈥檛 need to go through with this.鈥
My eyes welled at the offer, at the love behind the gesture. 鈥淚 know you would, Gwyn. That was never even a question,鈥 I told her, clasping her hand in gratitude. 鈥淏ut I鈥檓 sick of being a fuck-up. I鈥檓 sick of having 聽everyone聽else clean up my messes. I want to stand on my own two feet, and this would be the fastest way to get myself back on track.鈥
But my best friend remained unconvinced.
鈥淭omas really did a number on you, didn鈥檛 he?鈥 She said gently, almost to herself. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e the farthest thing from a fuck-up, Nes. You鈥檙e a human who made a mistake, and you need to forgive yourself for that.鈥
I gave her a soft smile. 鈥淢aybe, but I still need to fix this mess. If only for myself.鈥
Gwyn went quiet as she contemplated me. Studying me with a seriousness that I haven鈥檛 seen since we were children. Eventually, she sighed and sat up a little straighter. 聽
鈥淵ou have a great body,鈥 she said, suddenly all business.
I felt whipped-lashed by the sudden change in subject, but Gwyn continued on, cataloguing my virtues with a discerning eye.
鈥淧retty face. Amazing tits and ass.鈥 She paused then, tilting her head at me. 鈥淗ow do you feel about going blonde?鈥
I blinked, glancing down at the golden-brown hair locks which flowed past my breasts.
鈥淓rm, I鈥檇 rather not if I was honest.鈥 I could only imagine the cost of upkeeping that hair colour. I was doing this to get out of debt, not go 聽into 聽it. 鈥淭his was supposed to be more of a one-time thing, Gwyn.鈥
鈥淥h, I know,鈥 she said with that familiar laugh, 鈥渂ut blondes do well, and I鈥檓 trying to get the best price for you. No matter. I think this will work.鈥 She glanced me up and down, her smile growing wider. 鈥淵eah, I definitely think we can make this work.鈥
My returning smile came quickly, not even a shadow of doubt crossing my mind. 鈥淵ou know what, I think you might be right.鈥
~
I won鈥檛 bore you with all the details of my official enlistment at Gwyn鈥檚 club. Most of it was surprisingly dull considering what I was signing up for, but I guess that shows you that paperwork is tedious regardless of subject matter. So instead, let me break down the need-to-know facts. The club is owned by a woman named Amren - just Amren, no last night. I suppose she鈥檚 the madam鈥檚 version of Beyonce or Adele, but that鈥檚 beside the point.
My official interview with Amren consisted of her just staring at me for an awkward minute or two. She seemed to be assessing my attributes like a farmer inspecting livestock, but I kept my mouth shut and spun around when asked. Gwyn had already informed her of the requirements on my end, so Amren knew this would only be a one-time thing. 聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not going to flake halfway through and run off screaming, are you Archeron?鈥 So asked the tiny, terrifying woman.
鈥淣o, ma鈥檃m.鈥
She regarded me coldly for another moment and then nodded her head in apparent satisfaction. Amren dropped into her desk chair and gestured for me to sit down across from her, sliding a contract over to review. 聽
鈥淭he club takes a twenty-five percent cut; that鈥檚 non-negotiable. In return, we鈥檒l handle price negotiation, but you鈥檒l be the one ultimately deciding to accept the price. We also manage security and take steps to ensure your client arrives free of sexually transmitted diseases. In turn, you will need to provide us with updated paperwork confirming a clean bill of health.鈥 She glanced up at me then, brows furrowed in question. 鈥淐an your doctor fit you in? Or do you need me to set something up for you?鈥
I assured her that I had already arranged everything, and my results will be in before my big debut on Saturday. I was flipping through the contact where a surprisingly large checklist caught my eye. I pulled in for a closer look, unfamiliar with some of the terminology. Queening? Figging?
鈥淲hat鈥檚 this?鈥
Amren glanced down at the checklist before a cat-like grin spread over her face. 鈥淭hat, my dear, is what we lovingly refer to as the Menu. You check off all the acts that you鈥檙e willing to engage in so the client will know exactly what you consent to. Of course, you鈥檒l be monitored the entire time, and security will toss him the moment he crosses any line.鈥 聽
鈥淥h,鈥 I said, eloquent as always. 聽
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 need to fill that out now. Take it home and sleep on it for a couple of nights,鈥 Amren told me, sliding me her business card. 鈥淓mail me the forms by Friday, and you鈥檙e in.鈥
I took the card, shook her hand, and that was that. 聽
~
Between work and appointments to prepare for my new extracurricular activity, I鈥檇 barely had any time for myself. And by Thursday night, I was exhausted. 聽
After work, Gwyn had treated me to a manicure and pedicure, which was fun. I was also waxed smoother than a billiard ball, which was decidedly less fun. If the United Nations ever updates the Geneva Conventions, I would definitely recommend adding Brazilian wax to the list of inhumane practices. 聽
I splurged for a taxi home, wanting nothing more than to eat cold leftovers and soak in the tub. My mind was preoccupied trying to decide what it wanted more - day-old pad thai versus three-day-old pizza - which is probably how I missed the figure lurking on my front stoop. 聽
And out of all the stupid mistakes I鈥檝e made this week, this one was near the top. 聽
鈥淗ey, Nessie.鈥
I froze stock-still at that. At the nickname I hadn鈥檛 heard in nearly a year. At the voice I thought I鈥檇 never hear again. 聽 聽 聽 聽
鈥淭omas,鈥 I gasped, not believing my eyes. 聽
But there he stood, Tomas Mandry. The man I had planned on marrying鈥攖he man I gave up everything for. I left my entire life behind for him; my friends, family. Hell, I even walked away from a partial scholarship to my dream school. But, I was young and in love, so I followed Tomas to Illinois when he was accepted into the police academy. I thought it was romantic.
Looking back, I was such a fucking fool. 聽
He stood up as I approached him, likely taking note of my new appearance. I鈥檇 gone through quite the transformation since leaving Illinois. Gone was the Nesta who dressed in simple yet comfortable clothes for her shift at the bookstore. Now my wardrobe consisted of fashionably tailored skirts and dresses, perfect for Wall Street. (The vast majority were hand-me-downs from Gwyn鈥檚 closet, but he didn鈥檛 need to know that.)
And Tomas obviously liked what he saw, considering how deeply he swallowed after finally dragging his gaze back up to mine. I flushed under his heated scrutiny. It鈥檇 been so long since a man had looked at me that way. Like I was someone to be cherished. Desired. 聽
I missed that look. So much more than I鈥檇 ever care to admit.
鈥淎ren鈥檛 you going to invite me in?鈥 He asked.
And I couldn鈥檛 miss the teasing, suggestive lilt to his voice. Or the satisfied grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Like he knew exactly how I felt and planned to use it to his every advantage. 聽
That one look from Tomas had pretty much the same effect as if someone dumped cold water on a lit match. My desire guttered out, fleeing as quickly as it appeared.
鈥淚鈥檓 not so sure that鈥檚 a good idea,鈥 I told him, not bothering to keep the bitterness out of my voice. 鈥淎fter all, I don鈥檛 think Clare would approve of you coming to see me.鈥
Tomas may condone cheating, but I sure as fuck did not. 聽
His eyes hardened at the mention of his affair partner鈥檚 name. Though to be fair, I guess it was technically his wife鈥檚 name by now. 聽
I hadn鈥檛 seen Tomas since the night sat me down to explain he鈥檇 impregnated one of the girls from the secretary pool. He decided to do the right thing and marry the girl. To add insult to injury, he wanted his grandmother鈥檚 engagement ring back鈥攖he same ring that had been proudly sitting on the fourth finger of my left hand. That was the same night I drove nearly non-stop to Gwyn鈥檚 home, and I hadn鈥檛 heard a single word from him since. At least, not until now. 聽 聽
鈥淭hat鈥檚 what I came to talk to you about, Nessie,鈥 he said, his voice coming as close to pleading as I鈥檇 ever heard. 鈥淎 lot has changed since you left. Can we just talk? Please?鈥
I frowned, and, against my better judgement, I motioned for him to follow me inside. 聽
We didn鈥檛 exchange a single word as we climbed my five-story walk-up. I鈥檇 become used to the stairs months ago and was mildly amused to find Tomas a little out of breath by the time we reached my apartment. I released the deadbolt and let him in first, then shut my front door to lean against it, arms crossed protectively in front of me. 聽
He did a slow spin as he looked around my tiny two-room apartment, not bothering to hide his distaste. 鈥淵ou really chose to live like this, babe?鈥
I bristled at Tomas鈥檚 causal slight. I was proud to have my own apartment, the first place under my own name. So what if it鈥檚 on the small side? These are NYC prices we鈥檙e talking about, after all. 聽 聽
鈥淵ou wanted to talk,鈥 I reminded him coldly. 鈥淪o talk.鈥
My brisk words seemed to remind Tomas that this wasn鈥檛 a social call, and he did his best to look contrite. 聽
Then the next he said took my breath away. 聽
鈥淚 wanted to let you know that Clare and I are through,鈥 said the man who broke my heart, shrugging his shoulders like this was no big deal. 鈥淲e broke up a few months ago. It wasn鈥檛 working out.鈥
It wasn鈥檛 working out. 聽Those four little words hit me like a punch to the gut. They hit me hard, and they hit me deep. I collapsed onto my thrifted loveseat, not entirely trusting myself to stand. A year ago, when I鈥檇 been adrift in misery, I would have given anything to hear Tomas say those words. Cheater or not, I would have sold a kidney if that meant he鈥檇 take me back.
Now? I honestly had no idea. 聽
Besides, how does one even respond in a situation like this? Offer my condolences? Laugh outright? I had no idea what to say. Eventually, the silence became claustrophobic, and I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, 鈥淲hat happened to doing the right thing?鈥
Although my words may have seemed aggressive, the shock had taken the bite out of my voice. I uncharacteristically demurred, but it was evident I still hit a sore spot. 聽
Tomas鈥 eyes went cold. Clearly, he knew what I was referring to - a callback to the conversion where he鈥檇 admitted to cheating on me. The same conversation where he stripped me of my engagement ring and kicked me out of our shared home, all under the guise of making things right. But then he took a deep breath, and I could practically 聽see 聽Tomas wrestle an expression of forced indifference onto his handsome face. 聽
鈥淚t turns out the baby wasn鈥檛 mine,鈥 he said a little too evenly. 聽
I blinked, not quite sure how to take that statement. Maybe later, I would laugh at the irony, but, right now, I was only confused. 鈥淵ou came all this way to tell me Clare cheated on you?鈥
鈥淣o,鈥 Tomas said with a patient smile. He stalked closer, squatting down to eye level, trapping me in. 鈥淚鈥檝e come all this way to tell you that I missed you, babe. I鈥檝e missed you from the minute you left me. I should never have let you go.鈥 He gave me a lazy grin, the one that used to make my toes curl. 鈥淚t鈥檚 time to put this all behind us. I鈥檓 here to bring you home.鈥
It was all too surreal. 聽
I leaped out of my seat in a bid to create distance between us. This was happening much too quickly, and I was having trouble processing any of it. But I became aware of one overriding emotion, and it wasn鈥檛 joy or relief.
It was doubt.
I was feeling hesitant. Like maybe this is something that I didn鈥檛 want anymore. And that little epiphany shook me most of all. 聽 聽
鈥淚...I don鈥檛 know, Tomas,鈥 I said, hating the uncertainty in my voice. 鈥淚鈥檝e been building something for myself here. I have a life, a career鈥.鈥
鈥淎 聽career ?鈥 He snorted derisively. 鈥淏abe, I looked into things, so don鈥檛 even think about pulling the wool over my eyes. I know all about your life here. You鈥檙e a glorified secretary, so don鈥檛 try to oversell it. I鈥檇 hardly call that a career.鈥
I stiffened at the mockery at his voice, the scorn in his tone. 鈥淚鈥檓 a sales assistant,鈥 I corrected, 鈥渂ut regardless, I seem to recall that you had no problem fucking secretaries before.鈥
Tomas went cold, and I had to force myself to not flinch in response.
鈥淒on鈥檛 you take that fucking tone with me,鈥 he warned.
But I wasn鈥檛 about to let him scare me. Not in my own home. 鈥淚 can talk however I fucking please, Tomas. You no longer get to dictate the way I speak or the way I act. You lost that right the night you kicked me out of my own house.鈥 聽
I鈥檇 never spoken to him like that before, which probably explained the dumbstruck look on his face. I would have laughed if I wasn鈥檛 so angry. 聽
鈥淭his is all because of that whore, isn鈥檛 it?鈥 He bit out, and I recoiled in shock.
鈥淲hat are you talking about?鈥
鈥淒o you really think I wasn鈥檛 going to look into things?鈥 Tomas asked, and my blood ran cold. 鈥淵ou think I wouldn鈥檛 remember the name of your best friend, Gwyn Berdara? You think I wouldn鈥檛 find out how good-old Gwynnie earns her money? She鈥檚 a whore, Nes. Your best friend is a fucking whore. If that鈥檚 the calibre of friends that you鈥檝e been running with, then you should be falling on your knees and begging me to bring you home.鈥
I swallowed down my retort, wanting to defend my friend, but knew arguing with Tomas would only incite him. So I had to tread carefully. His little speech was a stark reminder that Tomas was a detective, long rumoured to abuse his powers. Cold sweat beaded my brow, I reminded myself that Illinois was several states over, and Tomas held no actual power here.
Still, I needed to shut this down before things escalated even further. 聽
鈥淚 think it鈥檚 time you left,鈥 I said, pointing at the door. 聽 聽
He paused for several moments, unmoving. I tried to hide my growing unease, wondering just what the fuck I was supposed to do if he refused to listen to me. 聽
Thankfully, I didn鈥檛 have to find out.
He snorted in disgust, then stormed past me, pausing long enough to warn, 鈥渢his isn鈥檛 over, Nessie.鈥
And then he was gone.
~
By Friday, I was drained. 聽
I tried to put the entire exchange with Tomas out of my mind. But, with a bit of luck, he was already on a flight back to Illinois, tail tucked firmly between his legs. And if he wasn't, well鈥 there was little use dwelling on the things I couldn't control. 聽 聽 聽
I had also decided my sisters could never find out about him.
While it was true that Feyre's fianc茅 knows influential people that could probably help out if things escalate, Tomas had been a little 聽too 聽quick to bring up Gwyn's profession. What happened if he went blabbing to the wrong people? First, it would draw unwanted attention, opening up a brand new can of worms and affecting more people than just little ol' me. Secondly - and more importantly - I didn't want my best friend to suffer on my behalf.
No, it would be better for everyone if I kept my mouth shut. 聽
Unfortunately, it took me all night to come to that decision, and I'd barely closed my eyes when my alarm went off, pulling me out of a dead sleep. I tossed back a worryingly large amount of caffeine before finally starting to feel somewhat human. The dark bags under my eyes betrayed my restless night, so I applied a full face of makeup and voila; by the time I arrived at the Night Corp, no one would be able to guess I spent the night tossing and turning. 聽
"You look like shit, Archeron,鈥 Emerie told me as she waltzed into the office. 鈥淎re you sure you're not coming down with something? I 聽know 聽for a fact you weren't up all night sucking dick."
I frowned, looking up from my email as Emerie set her bag upon her desk, immaculately put together as always. I sighed, knowing there was no use denying things; she was too perceptive for her own good.
"Nah, just had a bit of a sleepless night. You know how it is," I told her, returning my attention to my screen. I gave Emerie a few minutes to respond, waiting for an innuendo or another crack about my non-existent love life, but was met with stony silence. "What? You don't feel like offering more sparkling commentary on my thriving sex life?"
"Emerie appears to be concentrating on her work, Miss Archeron. I'm sorry the same cannot be said about you."
Oh. Oh, fuck.
I had a minor heart attack while quickly minimizing my email. I turned to find Mr. Burnel standing behind me, weaning his usual displeased expression. Emerie, meanwhile, was pretending to be engrossed by her computer monitor. Traitor. 聽
"Sorry, Mr. Burnel. I didn't see you there."
"I would hope so," he deadpanned before gesturing to his office. "I need five minutes of your time."
I followed him wordlessly, shutting the glass door behind me. My boss has summoned me into his office fewer times than I could count on one hand, so I assumed he wanted to discuss a sensitive matter. Or he'd finally decided to go ahead and murder me. One of the two.
Mr. Burnel took his time getting comfortable, tossing his suit jacket over the back of the chair and then rolling his shirtsleeves halfway up his forearms. The asshole's version of business casual, I guess. I stood in awkward silence while he unlocked his computer and glanced through his messages. I was debating the merits of speaking up when he finally deigned to address me.
"I wanted to acknowledge your good work prepping the Spell-Cleaver meeting, Miss. Archeron. Your research was instrumental in helping us land the client."
I blinked, stunned.
Never before had Mr. Burnel provided me with such consideration, not even for a job well done. I probably should have thanked him, but I was a little occupied with wondering if the real Mr. Burnel had been abducted by aliens and if this was his body-snatching replacement.
"Of course, I would have preferred that Emerie hadn't been forced to step in and cover when you were late setting up the morning meeting, but I suppose I should know better than to expect miracles."
Welp, there he is. 聽
"Um鈥 Thank you, sir." I paused tentatively. "Is that all?"
He didn't bother looking up from his computer when he asked: "I was wondering if you鈥檇 come to your senses about covering the loss for the Tarquin buy-back?"
His manner was so flippant that I couldn't help but scowl in response. Also, I may have scratched my nose with an extended middle finger. Admittedly not my greatest moment, but, thankfully, the bossman was preoccupied and missed my little show of defiance. "
鈥淯m, no. I'll have the money by Monday."
He frowned, apparently unhappy with my stubbornness, but dismissed me with a wave of his hand and a distractedly uttered, "that will be all."
I fled his office as quickly as possible, ensuring my muttered "asshole" was low enough to pass by unnoticed, and shut his door. 聽
"Sorry, Archeron. I thought you knew he was behind you." Emerie told me when I returned, apparent regret simmering in her eyes. 聽
"It's all good, Em," I assured her before sliding back into my seat and opening up my personal email. I'd been moments away from emailing Amren before my interruption.
To: Amren
From: Archeron, Nesta - TNC
Subject: Saturday聽聽
Amren,
I've attached a copy of the completed paperwork, filled out as per our conversation.
I look forward to working with you.
Kind Regards,
Nesta Archeron
I went ahead and attached a copy of the STD results from my doctor (everything came back negative, no surprise there), as well as a signed copy of the totally-can鈥檛-be-legal contract. I'd been agonizing over the "menu" the longest, aka what sexual acts I was willing to consent to. 聽
To be fair, I did leave a majority of the items unchecked but believe me, that list was extensive. Gwyn had given me a few suggestions (anal is always a huge seller) but drove home the idea I should only consent to acts that bring me pleasure. So keeping that in mind, I set about selecting a mix of things I'd done in the past, as well as a range of kinks I'd always secretly been interested in.
Apparently, it wasn鈥檛 just my clients who were going to be living out their fantasies. 聽
I hit send and then quietly went about my day. 聽 聽 聽
~
Saturday night came quickly.
I spent the evening getting ready at Gwyn鈥檚 apartment, feeling a little nostalgic about our time together back in high school, dressing for homecoming and giggling whether one of our dates would try for second base. Spending time with Gwyn was a sweet reminder that little had changed through the years. Other than the fact my date no longer had to wonder if I was a sure thing, I guess. 聽 聽
I was quick to let her know about my run-in with Tomas. I was worried about him potentially exposing Gwyn; she was concerned about him potentially harming me. But, surprisingly, Gwyn brushed off Tomas鈥檚 name-calling tantrum without a second thought.
鈥淭his wouldn鈥檛 be the first time some self-important dick tried to use my occupation against me. Don鈥檛 think twice about it from this point on. Tonight is about you!鈥 She crowed before pulling several little back dresses out of her closet. 聽
All thoughts of Tomas went flying out of my head as I touched the luxurious fabrics. Rather, my eyes flew up to meet Gwyn鈥檚.
鈥淭hese are absolutely stunning, but I can鈥檛 wear them,鈥 I told her with lingering regret. A price tag was still attached to the first dress, and one of these cost more than my paycheque. With my luck, I鈥檇 tear the thing trying to pull it over my ass. 鈥淭he client won鈥檛 see the dress, so what鈥檚 the point?鈥
Gwyn snorted, her nose crinkling up adorably. 鈥淗oney, the point isn鈥檛 making the clients happy; it鈥檚 making you feel good. Just try one on. I promise, if you don鈥檛 feel like Aphrodite reborn, I鈥檒l let it drop.鈥
I hesitated for another minute but ultimately crumbled when she draped a silky little number over my torso. The fabric was the colour of midnight, incredibly soft with an exquisite sheen. I slipped it on, and, sure enough, it felt amazing. 聽
鈥淗oly shit, Nes. You look incredible.鈥
鈥淵eah?鈥 I asked as I stepped in front of her full-length mirror, sipping on a glass of white while smoothing down the fabric with my free hand. Then, I pivoted around, checking myself out from all the different angles, admiring the way the silk draped across my body.
She grinned. 鈥淗oney, people pay good money for tits like yours.鈥
I choked on my wine, which only caused Gwyn鈥檚 smile to widen.
But my best friend was right. I felt good, and I think that transitioned to making me look good. Looking confident and, dare I say, a little sexy. This dress reminded me that I was a hot-blooded, sensual woman, not just a flake who sometimes dribbled coffee on myself and occasionally overslept on the morning of important meetings. And, you know what, my tits did look amazing. 聽
We took an Uber to Amren鈥檚 club, the Inner Circle. I thought it was aptly named, considering only the NYC elites seemed aware of its existence. Butterflies began swirling when we climbed out and made our way towards the employee entrance at the back of the building. Gwyn knocked on an unmarked metal door, and it quickly swung open to reveal a handsome man.
鈥淗ey Varian,鈥 said Gwyn as she slipped past him, 鈥淭his is my friend Nes; she鈥檚 here for one night only.鈥
鈥淪o Amren said,鈥 Varian replied, sizing me up with warm, welcoming eyes. 鈥淲elcome to the Inner Circle.鈥
I gave him a shy smile and followed Gwyn as she manoeuvred her way down a narrow hallway, pointing out several rooms and their functions, although, to be honest, I forgot most of that as soon as we passed by.
We made our way into a large, ornamental locker room. Two other women were already sitting in front of well-lit mirrors, applying last-minute touch-ups to their own hair and makeup. These women were stunning, and I felt a little intimidating just being in their presence. Gwyn made introductions, and both ladies, whose names I learnt were Cressida and Viviane, made me feel right at home. 聽 聽
鈥淒o you know who鈥檒l be acting as your handler tonight?鈥 Viviane asked as she carefully applied fake eyelashes.
Handlers, you should know, are responsible for price negotiations. The clients come here because they want a submissive lover, and hard-nosed negotiations with a sub can damper the whole experience. This is where the handler comes in. For a percentage of the overall take, the handler will negotiate the best price on our behalf, using a few subtle clues to keep us in the loop. A touch to the ankle means the client is low-balling us. A brush to the elbow means the handler believes they can squeeze out a few more dollars. A graze to the shoulder means we should take the deal. 聽
鈥淭hat鈥檚 why I鈥檓 here,鈥 announced a new voice, drawing everyone鈥檚 attention. Amren breezed into the room, closely followed by one of 聽the 聽most handsome men I鈥檝e ever laid eyes on. 鈥淢iss Archeron, this is Azriel,鈥 she said, gesturing to the Adonis, 鈥淗e will be managing your affairs tonight.鈥
I blinked, a little taken aback. 聽
I鈥檇 assumed the handlers were all women. And, if my handler was to be a man, I certainly didn鈥檛 expect him to look like he just walked off the cover of GQ. Azriel must have sensed my hesitation; he paused in the doorway, wearing a slight frown as he examined my face. 聽
鈥淚 won鈥檛 take offence if you feel more comfortable with a female handler,鈥 he told me in a surprisingly gentle voice. 聽
I straightened and gave him a weak grin. 鈥淣o, it鈥檚 alright,鈥 I told him truthfully. 鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 expecting a man, but I don鈥檛 have a problem with it.鈥 I shrugged lightly, trying my best to appear unruffled. 鈥淚鈥檒l probably think of it as a trial run before the big event.鈥
He seemed to take my comment at face value, giving me a slight nod of acknowledgment. Then, satisfied that my introduction was running smoothly, Amren returned to deal with some emergency in the front office. 聽
鈥淚鈥檓 starting to think you don鈥檛 like me, Az,鈥 Gwyn pouted. She tilted her head coyly, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. 鈥淗ow come you鈥檙e never around to handle my sales?鈥
The corners of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile, but I noticed Azriel averted his eyes when he responded: 鈥淚 don鈥檛 make the schedule, Miss. Berdara.鈥
鈥淪ometimes life isn鈥檛 fair,鈥 she said with a faux sigh before throwing a possessive arm around my shoulder. 鈥淲ell, I鈥檓 going to trust you to take care of my girl here. She鈥檚 my best friend, you know.鈥
鈥淥f course. You can always trust me, Miss Berdara.鈥
Gwyn gave him a sultry smile before sauntering back towards her makeup chair. Azriel watched her go, and I couldn鈥檛 quite get a read on his expression. But the moment was over as quickly as it arrived; he seemed to give his head a little shake and then focused back on me.
鈥淚鈥檒l leave you to finish getting ready, but don鈥檛 feel like you need to rush on my account. I鈥檒l be waiting for you outside,鈥 Azriel said before excusing himself.
I hurried back to Gywn鈥檚 side, pulling off the dress and slipping into a thick bathrobe provided by the club. She spent a few minutes fussing over me, cleaning up my makeup and smoothing down a few flyaway hairs. 聽
鈥淚鈥檓 so proud of my girl. It seemed like only yesterday you lost your virginity on prom night, and now look at you,鈥 she cooed, clasping her hands underneath her chin like a proud mother hen, 鈥渙ff to suck dicks in the big leagues.鈥
The vulgar language elicited genuine laughter; my nervousness evaporated into nothingness. That鈥檚 the thing about best friends - they almost always know the best way to pull you from your worries.
Gwyn grinned as she pulled on her bathroom, but her expression turned serious when she said, 鈥淚t shouldn鈥檛 be a problem, but you remember what to do if the customer steps out of bounds, right?鈥
I nodded my head. Security cameras were constantly monitoring the rooms. If a client pulls anything shady, I just need to open and close a fist several times, and security will come running. It was a reminder that I was the one who ultimately held power here. I was the one who started or stopped things, all on my own terms. It gave me the boost of confidence needed to get the night underway.
Gwyn was still in the process of doing her hair and makeup, so I would be heading out first. I gave myself one last check in the mirror, took a deep breath, and left to meet my fate. 聽 聽
As promised, Azriel had been waiting for me in the hallway, nearly lost amongst the shadows.
鈥淵ou look good,鈥 he said, motioning for me to follow. 鈥淭he customers will be lining up at the door.鈥
I laughed at that, at the ridiculousness of it all, and followed Azriel down the hall. He gave me a quick rundown of what I was to expect during our short walk.
鈥淚鈥檒l help you get set up and then let the office know we鈥檙e ready to accept bids. It shouldn鈥檛 be too long of a wait. Do you remember the signals we use during negotiations?鈥 He asked, and I nodded in affirmation.
Then Azriel paused before a door marked 鈥5鈥, and I was out of time. He pulled it open and stepped aside, letting me be the first to enter. The room had clearly been designed with masculine sensibilities in mind; the air held the faintest scent of leather and whiskey. Rich mahogany panels lined the walls, and two tufted chairs were nestled in the back corner, a bar cart tucked in between them.
But that barely registered - I was too focused on the sleek bed in the centre of the room. Four posts rose from each corner, and I didn鈥檛 fail to notice a ring bolted into each one. The knowledge I was about to be tied to those rings hit me like a ton of bricks. And then my eyes fell to the opposite side of the room. There, sitting on a gilded easel, was a poster board listing every sexual act I was willing to engage in. I glanced over the elegant calligraphy, my cheeks flushing with mild embarrassment when I noticed my handler doing the same thing. 聽Why yes, Azriel. I know we鈥檝e only just met, but I am willing to sit on the client鈥檚 face if he was so inclined. Thank you ever so much for asking. 聽
鈥淯h, isn鈥檛 that efficient,鈥 I said, if only to cut the silence. I gestured vaguely towards the menu. 鈥淚 guess that鈥檚 helpful since I鈥檝e always been terrible at icebreakers.鈥
Holy fuck, I really need to stop talking.
Thankfully, Azriel only chuckled as he made his way towards a small set of drawers at the back of the room. 鈥淎mren filled me in on your price point, and I鈥檓 confident that we can reach your goal before the night is over.鈥 He told me, pulling a folded red cloth from the top drawer. 鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you make yourself comfortable? I鈥檒l help you set up.鈥
I took a deep calming breath and slipped out of the bathrobe, hanging it up on the coat rack. I kicked off my heels and turned to face my handler. Azriel didn鈥檛 so much as blink and my sudden nudity, which helped settle my returning nerves. I gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed and looked to him for further instructions.
鈥淭ake this,鈥 he said, handing me a swath of red silk. 鈥淵ou鈥檒l probably feel more comfortable staying partially covered while we wait, and I use it to help showcase during negotiations.鈥
I took the luxurious silk cloth and held it to my chest as I shuffled back over the soft sheets until I was more or less centred. Azriel dropped a few more supplies on the bed, then gestured for me to extend my arms overhead.
鈥淚鈥檒l use silk ropes to attach you to the bed. It鈥檚 a velcro lock, so the client won鈥檛 have an issue if they want to release you, but sturdy enough to hold together.鈥 Azriel said as he went about tying me down.
I gave it an experimental tug, and, sure enough, my hand wasn鈥檛 going anywhere. There was a little slack, so it wasn鈥檛 pulling awkwardly, but I was effectively pinned down. I laid down and allowed my handler to repeat the process on my left hand. After adjusting the ropes to an acceptable length, Azriel picked up a black strip of fabric and came back to my side. I realized he was holding onto a blindfold, and anticipation swirled deep inside.
鈥淎re you ready?鈥 He asked in that gentle way of his.
鈥淵es. I鈥檓 good to go,鈥 I said, surprised to find that I meant every word.
Without further ado, Azriel leaned over and slipped the lustrous fabric over my eyes, fastening the mask in place. The world turned black, and my remaining senses were amplified in compensation. I felt a soft waft of air as my handler straightened up. Heard the rhythmic click of his Oxfords as he maneuvered around the bed. I tried to anticipate his next move, gasping when the silk covering my body was carefully rearranged.
鈥淚鈥檓 just adjusting the sheet a little,鈥 Azriel said, narrating his actions while artfully arranging the wispy fabric strategically, covering the peaks of my breasts to the top of my thighs. The caress of silk sliding over my figure was incredibly decadent, and my body responded accordingly. If Azriel noticed my nipples stiffening under the silk, he was too much of a gentleman to comment. 鈥淚鈥檒l pull the sheet away during negotiations to help entice the client,鈥 he continued on. 鈥淎lso, be forewarned that I usually touch the contractors, sometimes intimately. If any of that makes you uncomfortable, I need you to speak up now.鈥
鈥淯m, no. That鈥檚 fine?鈥 Considering what I was here for, it seemed ridiculous for Azriel to ask for consent, but it reinforced the notion I ultimately had control over the way tonight played out. It was oddly reassuring. 鈥淵ou have permission to touch me. Hell, you can even stay and watch if it comes down to that.鈥
鈥淲ell then, I鈥檒l let the front desk know you鈥檙e ready.鈥 He gave a comforting squeeze on my wrist, and then I heard the soft rustling of fabric. 鈥淚t鈥檚 Az,鈥 he said, probably into a cell phone. 鈥淩oom five is ready to open.鈥
My heart started to pound, and nervousness returned with a vengeance. My mind raced through a dozen terrible scenarios. Knowing this was the absolute worst time to start getting inside my head, I quickly shut that down.
It was hard to judge the passage of time, and I almost wished for the ticking of a clock to help count the minutes. I nearly asked Azriel a question to help distract myself before remembering I was discouraged from speaking once the room was available for clients. Five minutes passed by. And then ten. My worries increased with every passing minute. Before tonight, I had been fixated on what type of man my potential client would be. Would he be kind? Would he be cruel?
But I never thought to ask what would happen if no one showed up. 聽
And then the sound of footsteps pulled me from my misgivings. I held my breath, listening to the rhythm of heavy steps approaching from down the hall, but they passed by without pausing, eventually drifting out of hearing.
More time went by uninterrupted, so I made up a game listing all US presidents alphabetically. I did the same for state capitals. And then I tried to distract myself by counting to a thousand. I made it to nine hundred before deciding to break the silence. 聽
鈥淎zriel?鈥 I asked, whispering softly. 鈥淚s it normal to wait this long for a client?鈥
鈥淣o, it鈥檚 not,鈥 he told me, and I could hear the frown in his voice when he said, 鈥渢his isn鈥檛 normal.鈥
His reply did little to soothe my nerves. I was about to ask a follow-up question when the rustling of fabric gave me pause. I was pretty sure Azriel pulled something out of his jacket pocket. 聽
鈥淗ey, it鈥檚 me. Room five has been available for forty-five minutes, and we haven鈥檛 had a single walk-through. What鈥檚 the hold-up?鈥 There was more silence as he listened to the other end of the line. I strained my ears trying to eavesdrop but couldn鈥檛 make out a thing. Another beat went by, then he said: 鈥淗as everything been taken care of? Huh, well, you need to do a better job keeping me in the loop.鈥 聽
Whatever was happening, it didn鈥檛 sound good.
鈥淚s everything fine?鈥 I asked, not bothering to hide my apprehension.
鈥淭he front office was busy dealing with a situation. Apparently, someone tried to request a hold on you, but he didn鈥檛 belong to the club. So Amren鈥檚 people have been scrambling to vet him, and they only approved the application a few minutes ago.鈥
Which鈥 didn鈥檛 make sense.
Outside of club employees, not a single soul knew I was coming here tonight. At first, I thought the front office had mistaken me for another girl and royally fucked up the reservation. But ice shot through my veins when I considered another option. 聽
Tomas. 聽
Tomas had somehow managed to uncover Gwyn鈥檚 employment, so he probably knew all about the club. It was pretty damn obvious he was also looking into 聽me , so it was hardly a stretch of the imagination to assume he鈥檇 put two and two together. I wouldn鈥檛 put it past him doing something stupid, either. Tomas was angry. More importantly, Tomas wasn鈥檛 used to being told no. He鈥檇 warned me that this wasn鈥檛 over, and I鈥檇 stupidly ignored it. Ignored him. Buried my head in the sand and pretended everything was fine.
And now, here I was, spread out like a god-damn offering.
I had to get out of here.
鈥淎zriel 鈥︹ I started.
But then the door swung open, and I was out of time. 聽
I bit my lip and prayed for the best. A hush stretched over the room in a perverse imitation of tranquillity, and I waited for the axe to fall. And then the newcomer finally spoke.
鈥淗oly God,鈥 he rasped out.
The words were low, nearly under his breath, and I couldn鈥檛 place his voice. But the newcomer didn鈥檛 sound angry. He sounded reverent.
鈥淗ello, sir,鈥 Aziel said, shifting modes to a smooth-talking salesman. 鈥淲elcome to the Inner Circle. I understand this is the woman you鈥檝e been waiting for?鈥 聽
鈥淵es,鈥 the newcomer breathed. And then a more substantial, 鈥測es, I was.鈥
Try as I might, I still couldn鈥檛 identify the voice. Then, finally, I caught the sound of footfalls as the newcomer advanced on the bed, and I shivered in anticipation.
鈥淲ell, this could be your lucky day. Nova is here for one night only,鈥 Azriel said, referring to me by the stage name Amren had assigned. 鈥淎nd for the right price, she鈥檒l be all yours.鈥
I heard Azriel鈥檚 unhurried approach from the other side of the room. Before long, he was standing on the opposite side of the bed. He placed a hand on my shoulder in brief warning before the silk cloth was slowly pulled away.
Then three things happened almost simultaneously:
First, when I was fully uncovered - when my breasts and stomach and a hint of my sex was revealed - the newcomer took a shuddering breath, and I knew for certain the mysterious man was not Tomas Mandry.
And secondly, just as before, my body immediately reacted to the stimulus. My nipples budded when the exquisitely smooth fabric brushed over them. Or maybe it was a result of the picture conjured up by my mind-eye: me, laid out naked before two different men, ready for the taking.
And the third? Well, I鈥檇 worry about all of that later.
I trembled a little, and it wasn鈥檛 due to the cold. 聽
鈥淪he鈥檚 a stunning little thing, but I鈥檓 sure you already know that,鈥 Azriel continued. His gentle hand grazed over my breast, and I drew in a sharp breath. The smile was apparent in my handler鈥檚 voice when he said, 鈥渟he鈥檚 all yours for twenty thousand dollars.鈥
I gasped again, but not from arousal. Twenty thousand? I didn鈥檛 know what to think, to do. My thoughts were spinning out of control, but I kept my mouth closed and tried to anticipate the newcomer鈥檚 reaction. My鈥y client didn鈥檛 respond immediately, so I had no clue what he was thinking. Rather, the client slowly circled the bed, likely taking me in from every angle. His steps were surprisingly light. Although I could tell he wore dress shoes, he barely made a sound. 聽
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know,鈥 the client said, sounding unaffected. Nothing at all like the man who initially struggled for words. 鈥淒o you really expect me to negotiate without even sampling the wares?鈥
Azriel huffed out a laugh. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 mind if you鈥檙e drawn to those types of proclivities, but we usually charge an additional fee for that. So I鈥檒l make you a deal; if we鈥檙e able to come to an arrangement, I鈥檒l go ahead and waive the extra charge.鈥
I blinked underneath my blindfold, not entirely sure what was about to happen. I could make out the soft rustling of fabric to the right. Was the client undressing? On my left, I felt Azriel lean over to whisper, 鈥渞ight now, all you need to do is lie back and enjoy yourself.鈥
My brows furrowed in question, then the end of the mattress dipped, and it clicked that the client was joining me on the bed. I bit my lip, excitement starting to burn low in my stomach as the man shifted and settled in. Large, calloused hands clasped my ankles before slowly sliding up to rest upon my thighs.
I trembled again. Mostly from anticipation, a little from fear. 聽
鈥淎re you okay with this? Me, here? Touching you?鈥 The client asked, his voice rough.
Reality rushed in with those three little questions. I knew what he was asking, really asking. So I nodded, not entirely trusting myself to speak out loud. But it was all the permission he needed; strong hands dipped between my thighs and gently pushed them open. Wide enough that my sex was now on display. The client inhaled sharply, and if you ever ask me to look back on this moment, I honestly couldn鈥檛 tell you which one of us was more affected. 聽
鈥淢other Above,鈥 he whispered, 鈥測ou鈥檙e so fucking beautiful.鈥
It was unexpectedly tender. The last sort of thing I鈥檇 expect from and I melted in response. 聽
And then he leaned between my parted thighs and ran the flat of his tongue through my sex. I gasped out loud, bucking involuntarily against him. The client steadied me with those large hands of his, holding me firmly in place. 聽
鈥淵ou taste incredible,鈥 he rasped out. The client leaned forward to do it again, this time pausing to swirl his tongue over my clitoris. The feeling of his tongue working my sex was intoxicating, nothing like I鈥檝e ever experienced before. The faintest of cries tore out of me, and I lifted my hips for more. He pulled back slightly, and I felt him smile against the delicate skin of my inner thigh. 鈥淪weetheart, you鈥檙e fucking drenched.鈥
He returned to the task like a man possessed, lapping at my sex like I was made of ambrosia. Like he spent the past year starving and was finally, finally allowed to feast. He ran his tongue over me like he couldn鈥檛 get enough. Like it would never be enough.
And me? I burned for more. 聽
This was the sweetest torture; being tied down, unable to use my hands. I yearned to run my hands down my torso, over my aching breasts that were being cruelly neglected. But, inversely, I also wanted to touch him. To stroke and caress and learn all the secrets of his body. To confirm if he was indeed as massive as those large hands had always suggested.
But I could do none of that, which added to my frustration. The ropes tied me in place, condemning me to just take, take, take. Take until I was mad. Until I was frantic with hunger.
And I was. Dear god, I was.
Club rules forbade me from speaking, but after a particularly demanding suckle, I couldn't stop a strangled cry from escaping my lips. I bit down to keep quiet, but that seemed to only inflame him. Undeterred, the client redoubled his efforts with steadfast determination. It was as if, now that he'd sampled what sounds could be drawn out of me, he resolved to make it happen again. 聽
Reason and common sense began to slip away. A familiar fluttering began low in my stomach; tightness coiled, the start of an orgasm forming in record time. I wanted more, needed more. So I fought against the hands holding me down and tried to undulate against him. Tried to ride his face as I chased after that elusive high.
鈥淚 thought you would find her pleasing,鈥 Azriel interrupted, cutting through my haze with startling efficiency.
Holy fuck. I jerked back in surprise, having completely forgotten about my handler.
Here I was, trussed up while a stranger tried his hardest to deliver what was sure to be an earth-shattering orgasm, and I鈥檇 thoroughly forgotten another man was standing five feet away. But the client remained utterly unperturbed and didn't bother to respond. Instead, he spent a few more moments lavishing special attention to my clit before eventually pulling back.
鈥淪he鈥檚 lovely,鈥 the client replied. He sounded unaffected, like this was nothing more than a polite discussion about the weather, when he added, 鈥淚鈥檒l pay ten thousand.鈥
And then he slipped a finger inside of me.
鈥淥h, Christ,鈥 I exclaimed, unable to stop myself from bowing off the bed. 聽
The client let out a dark laugh, bending over to drop a kiss on my stomach while sliding a second finger home. Working them back and forth, rekindling the orgasm that fizzled out when Azriel had so rudely interrupted.
鈥淚 think we can do a little better than ten thousand,鈥 Azriel tsked. 鈥淗ow does seventeen sound?鈥
The client hummed a little; as if taking a moment to consider the offer, all the while dragging me closer and closer to a semi-public climax.
This whole situation felt incredibly hedonistic and downright obscene. I could do no more than close my eyes and let sensation flow over me.
The client began to pump his fingers in a slow, deliberate pace. Like he knew what I needed and revelled in drawing it out from me. I clenched down on him, my body desperate to be filled. He crooked his wrist, and those talented fingers brushed over a secret, sensitive spot deep within me, making me whine in response. When he dipped back down to flick his tongue over my clitoris, I didn鈥檛 bother holding in my cry. 聽
I was getting close. I was so fucking close.
鈥淚t鈥檚 clear you鈥檙e both enjoying yourselves,鈥 Azriel noted helpfully. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 see a reason to drag negotiations out any longer, not when you鈥檙e both so eager to get things underway.鈥
The client paused at the interruption. And then, to my utter dismay, he pulled away completely. Frustration welled up inside of me, and I gave a little cry of distress. Spectators or not, I had been moments away from coming.
The client made a soothing sound, placing a hand on my thigh to trace gentle circles over the skin. The mattress dipped as he shifted attention to Azriel, but he never once stopped touching me. 聽
鈥淚鈥檒l go as high as fifteen thousand dollars,鈥 said the client.
Fifteen thousand?
It was more than enough to pay off my debt which, yes, should make me happy. But my greedy side realized accepting the deal meant the client would go back to doing those wicked things with his tongue. And that took precedence over everything else.
I needed him back on me. Needed him inside of me. 聽
鈥淵es,鈥 I wept. And then, because I was afraid Azriel would keep pushing for a higher fee, I cried out: 鈥淧lease, god. Yes!鈥
The bed shifted as the client turned back to face me.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 a good fucking girl,鈥 he growled.
And then he slid his palms between my inner thighs, his calluses rough against my delicate skin, and forcefully pried them open. My breath stuttered at his demanding touch. At the feelings he鈥檇 awakened. I鈥檝e never been handled so intensely, so primally, and my sex clenched in anticipation.
I felt his warm breath upon my sex and had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He was so close to where I needed him, hovering just out of reach. Finally, the client slipped his hands under my ass and lifted me as if I weighed nothing. He used his thumbs to open up my sex completely.
鈥淔uck, look at that,鈥 he rumbled. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e practically weeping for me.鈥
And then he lowered his head. 聽
I cried out as he drove his tongue deep inside, his nose straddling my clit. The client lapped at my core, sending shockwaves of desire shuddering through me. He expertly worked my body, lavishing my sex and not coming up to breathe until long after I was a quivering mess.
But, despite that, I was mindless with lust and greed, and it felt like he withdrew much too soon. I moaned in frustration at the loss of him. Felt empty without him. So he plunged his fingers back inside while simultaneously dragging his tongue over my clitoris. The client was expertly fucking me with both his hands and mouth, and I was awash with pleasure.
Gone were the slower, deliberate strokes from earlier. Now his movements were frantic, reckless and rough. Like he knew I was close - relished 聽that I was close - and wanted nothing more than to watch me tumble off the edge. The sound of fingers working through my slickened sex was absolutely filthy, and the indecency of it all only pushed me closer towards that looming peak. 聽
I wrapped my hands around the silk ropes, my legs around his shoulders, frantic for something to hold. I was desperate for him, for the way he made me feel, and I rocked against his face with mindless abandon. Enthusiastically meeting him thrust for thrust.
Sanity began to slip away. I vaguely remembered that I wasn鈥檛 supposed to speak, but I couldn鈥檛 stop myself from crying out, 鈥減lease. Oh god, please.鈥
The client looked briefly up. Just long enough to say, 鈥測ou want to come? Then come.鈥
And I did exactly what he ordered of me. I came right away, right there in front of everyone.
My back arched high as the orgasm tore through me. I might have screamed, might have cried, but as sure as hell kept my hips rolling against that sinful mouth. Riding the face of the man who brought me unbelievable pleasure. Weathering every aftershock ricocheting through me鈥攖rying to draw out the best climax of my life.
I eventually collapsed back onto the bed, my chest heaving as I panted for breath. I was limp from my orgasm, could do little more than sink into the mattress as I slowly drifted back towards sanity.
I became aware of the light coat of sweat licking my skin, of the dampness slicking my thighs.
I鈥檝e never felt such consummate satisfaction. I probably should have felt ashamed for acting so wantonly, for craving more - knew that lonely girl from Illinois would undoubtedly feel that way - but couldn鈥檛 seem to summon up a shred of remorse as I basked in the afterglow.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 my girl,鈥 the client laughed, dropping a kiss onto my navel.
I hummed in return, content to drift in languid peace.
But then my handler cleared his throat, a gentle reminder of his lingering presence.
鈥淪o, in summation,鈥 he politely continued, like my previous little exhibition hadn鈥檛 just occurred, 鈥渇ifteen thousand is the price agreed upon by all parties involved.鈥 Then came the sound of footsteps as he headed towards the exit. The door opened, and Azriel paused long enough to add: 鈥淐ongratulations on securing your bid. Condoms can be found on the side table near the back. Please enjoy the rest of your night.鈥
The door to our room snicked closed, and we were finally alone.
A slight pause, then the client let out an amused snort.
鈥淗e鈥檚 a funny guy,鈥 he chuckled before dropping another kiss to the inside of my thigh, where my arousal still soaked the skin. 聽
The mattress lifted, and I sensed the client leaving the bed. I lazily turned my head towards him, towards the space where I think he stood, and caught the sound of fabric whispering. The client was undressing, and that knowledge sent a shiver racing through me.
The responsible part of my brain warned me that I should be a little more present. After all, the client paid an exorbitant amount of money for this time, so I should probably do more than lay out in semi-lucid satisfaction. But I was too addled with post-coital bliss and, instead, I decided to nestle further into the bed鈥檚 luxurious sheets.
Afterwards, when reality has returned and this night is nothing more than some distant dream, I鈥檓 going to owe Gwyn a massive debt of gratitude. 聽
The client padded back towards the bed and stood over, saying, 鈥測ou鈥檙e the best thing I鈥檝e ever fucking seen.鈥
I grinned and lazily stretched out, arching my back in a way he must have found pleasing, judging by his sharp inhalation. The mattress dipped, and I had the impression he鈥檇 perched on the side of the bed. 聽
鈥淵ou鈥檝e been struggling to keep quiet, I can tell,鈥 he said. 鈥淚s there a reason you鈥檙e not more vocal?鈥
I blinked, caught off guard, and tried to sit up. But, unfortunately, I鈥檇 forgotten about the ropes and tumbled back down with an inelegant 鈥渙of.鈥
I sighed, kissing my sex-kitten-charisma goodbye. 聽
鈥淟et me help you out,鈥 he said, a smile lightening his voice.
He clasped my wrist, then came the sound of velcro tearing as the client removed the cuff. Now partially freed, I was able to push myself up before settling back against the headboard.
鈥淚鈥檓 not supposed to speak unless spoken to,鈥 I finally admitted, giving him a coy little shrug. 鈥淐lub rules.鈥
The client seemed to consider my words as he picked up my newly freed hand, running soothing strokes over the area where my wrist had been tied. The restraints had been comfortable, so I suspected he was just looking for an excuse to touch me. 聽
鈥淏ut what if I enjoy hearing you speak? Does that change things?鈥 He asked in a teasing manner, 鈥渂ecause I seem to recall a little adage that says the customer is always right.鈥
He was surprisingly funny, a side I鈥檇 never expected to ever see, and I didn鈥檛 bother hiding the smile tugging up my lips.
鈥淭hen I guess I鈥檒l allow it. As long as you promise to keep this our little secret.鈥
He huffed a laugh, 鈥渄eal.鈥
The client started to trace featherlight sketches over my inner forearm, and I shivered at the sensation. I don鈥檛 know if it was because I was blindfolded, but I鈥檝e never reacted so strongly to such a sweetly innocent touch.
He slowly worked his way up my body, gliding up over my shoulder before eventually finding purchase upon my jawline. His other hand quickly followed, and soon I was being cradled by those calloused, careful hands. 聽
I felt his breath on my face, warm and sweet, and knew he was going to kiss me. The client tenderly brushed a thumb across my cheek, and my stomach tightened in anticipation. But then he hesitated, not quite touching, hovering just out of reach. So I took the lead, leaning forward and brushing my lips against him. Ever so gently, the lightest of kisses, for the briefest of moments. 聽
But the action made him freeze, and his hands dropped away.
I pulled back in alarm, uncertain what I did wrong. My anxiety returned in record time, and I wondered if I鈥檇 invertedly stumbled across some unknown border. If my kiss had crossed some invisible line. Maybe I鈥檇 gotten too personal, and that little kiss threatened to tear down that tenuous barrier separating fantasy from reality. 聽
鈥淚鈥檓鈥鈥檓 sorry,鈥 I stammered, my brain scrambling for ways to make this right. 鈥淚 thought it would be...鈥
But my words cut off when he reached out and crushed his lips against mine.
The kiss was overwhelming, demanding. The return of the man who held me down and demanded that I come for him. I could taste my own arousal on those sinfully plump lips, and I trembled in response. My body heated when he swiped his tongue over my lips, demanding access, and I parted for him instantly. The client wasted no time setting forth to explore my mouth, teasing me with that clever tongue. 聽
Although now I was also partially free, no longer pinned down, no longer held passive to his whims. So I met him kiss for scorching kiss, and our tongues fought out a debauched battle for domination. I pushed myself onto my knees, using my free hand to explore the corded muscles of his chest, sucking in a breath when I gauged the sheer size of him. I鈥檇 never before grasped how truly massive he was.聽 This man was giant, wholly composed of towering muscles and a sinful tongue.
He was a drug, and I was already craving more.
I surged forth, attempting to press my body against him. I longed to feel his hips press against mine, to know if his cock was as big as the rest of him. But with one arm still tied to the bed, I couldn鈥檛 close the space between us, and a frustrated whimper slipped out of me.
Started by my cry, the client tore himself away from our kiss,
鈥淲hat鈥檚 wrong?鈥 He asked, concerned. 鈥淒id I hurt you?鈥
鈥淣o, it鈥檚 not that. You鈥檙e still too far away.鈥 I pouted, my voice sounding dangerously close to a whine. 鈥淚 want to feel your cock. I want it so fucking bad.鈥
He huffed out a dark laugh, my frustration a source of amusement, then leaned down to gently rest his forehead against mine. His long hair fell around me, the soft ends grazing my jawline.
鈥淚鈥檓 going straight to hell,鈥 he murmured, so faint I almost missed it.
And then his little moment of introspection was over.
The client roughly pulled open the remaining silk rope, freeing me at last. Then, without missing a beat, he reached down to clasp my hips, his hands nearly spanning the whole of me, and dragged me straight up his lap. He鈥檇 knelt down before pulling me astride, and my legs fell open, sitting on either side of his muscular thighs, his coarse leg hair tickling my sensitive skin. 聽
鈥淚s this what you were looking for?鈥 He asked, taking my hand and dropping it onto his cock.
I gasped when I felt the size of him, the thick, blunt head beaded with a drop of pre-cum. He twitched under my touch, the shaft so thick I couldn鈥檛 fully close my hand around it. I gave him an experimental pump to measure his length, and he sucked in a shaky breath in response. His hand reflexively squeezing my hip.
So, encouraged by his reaction, I licked my palm and did it again. The client let out a groan, low and guttural, and I set to work running my hands up and down the length of him.
鈥淕ood girl,鈥 he groaned. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e doing so well.鈥 聽
Hearing that praise, that reverence colouring his voice, set me aflame.
I ran my hand over the head of his cock, gathering moisture and began running it down the solid length of his shaft. My other hand reached down to gently fondle his balls, and the client hissed his approval. A few more passes had his breathing hitching, and his beautiful dick seemed to grow even harder under my ministrations.
I chuckled, practically vaunting at his reaction. 聽
鈥淚 guess you like that, huh?鈥 I teased.
He seemed to take a pained breath, then gritted out, 鈥淵ou鈥檙e touching me just the way I like it.鈥
I laughed at that. It was apparent the client was flattering me, so I said, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 think there鈥檚 a wrong way to give a handjob.鈥 聽
Which was the wrong thing to say.
The client went dangerously still, then captured both of my wrists within a single hand. His free hand spread across my lower back, and I was suddenly pressed flush against him. After that, I was entirely at his mercy. 聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e damn right there is,鈥 he growled in my ear. 鈥淭here is the way you want to do it. And then there is the way I tell you to do it.鈥
And holy fuck, how I didn鈥檛 immediately come from that little exchange, I鈥檒l never know.
鈥淪o, consider this your only warning,鈥 he continued, 鈥渢he next time you think about acting bratty, I鈥檒l be putting you over my knee.鈥
I swallowed hard, my sex growing wetter from his threat. Spanking had been one of the kinks included on my menu. I鈥檇 written it down almost as an afterthought and had no idea it would ever incite this kind of reaction from me. 聽
My sudden spark of illicit desire must have been apparent, as the client let out a dark chuckle and murmured, 鈥渂ut I鈥檓 starting to feel like spanking won鈥檛 be an appropriate punishment.鈥 A finger dipped into my sex, and he laughed after finding apparent signs of my arousal. 鈥淵eah, you鈥檒l definitely enjoy that much too much.鈥
And the next thing I know, I was being lifted in his arms and then deposited flat on my back. I gasped out of surprise, then did it again when the client slowly dragged his tongue over my nipple. 聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a greedy little thing, aren鈥檛 you, sweetheart? I gave you one orgasm, and you鈥檙e already hungry for more.鈥 He tsked.
The client stepped away, his bare feet padding across the hardwood, and I made out the sound of crinkling as he retrieved a condom. He slipped it on but, surprisingly, didn鈥檛 instantly return to bed.
The room鈥檚 mood shifted as if the physical space between us was enough to release him from this intoxicating spell, bringing the client back to reality. He sighed and softly muttered, 鈥渨hat am I going to do about you?鈥
The studious tinge to his voice told me he meant it as a theoretical question, but I grinned wickedly as several different responses came to mind. We鈥檇 be returning to reality soon enough. If we were destined to spend only one night together, I wanted to savour every self-indulgent moment that I could.
So I rolled onto my hands and knees, leaning on my forearms as I pushed my hips up in wanton invitation. Then, looking back in his general direction, I daringly said, 鈥渇uck me, I hope.鈥
My display had its desired effect; the client sucked in a breath, taking hurried steps back to our bed.
Large hands slid over my hips possessively. The client positioned me for better access, then I felt the length of him slipping through my folds, using my arousal to slicken his cock. I groaned at the sensation, my head falling against the mattress as excitement pooled low in my belly. Then the client slowly pulled back, placing his beautifully thick cockhead against my sex before finally, finally pushing in.
鈥淥h! Oh fuck,鈥 I cried out.
He didn鈥檛 slide in all the way, only an inch or two, really, before pausing to let me acclimate to his size. 聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e so fucking tight,鈥 he hissed out.
He was gripping my hips tightly. As if I was his leash to reality, the only thing keeping him grounded. When I felt his legs trembling against mine, I wondered just how close he was to losing control.
And it was tight. Not intolerable, but definitely a stretch. Still, I always loved a good challenge, so I eagerly thrust back against the client, desperate for his cock to fill me. Except the hands on my hips tightened, halting my advance, and he rumbled out a low, 鈥渃areful, now.鈥
He withdrew again, almost to the tip, before slowly working his way back inside my body, only slightly further than before. I let out a whine, my core clenching down longingly for something that wasn鈥檛 quite there. 聽
鈥淧atience, sweetheart,鈥 he murmured.
He paused a little longer, stretching me out so deliciously, but it still wasn鈥檛 enough. My hands clenched the bedclothes, sweat beading my brow as I wrestled against the urge to move against him. But the client held firm, unwilling to give an inch. I don鈥檛 know if he was overly cautious about hurting me or drew pleasure watching me squirm, but he spent the next few minutes relentlessly teasing me. Fucking me with the shallowest of penetrations. He would slide in a tantalizing inch or two but always stopped himself from going further. He was taunting me, not giving me what I truly wanted, and my frustration seemed to only encourage him. 聽
鈥淒oes that feel good?鈥 He teased, and I moaned in response. Amusement lined his voice when he prodded, 鈥渄o you want some more?鈥
I did. Mother Above, I did.
But I refused to plead, to crawl, so I did my best to remain composed when I said, 鈥淵es. Yes, I fucking do.鈥
I didn鈥檛 beg, but it was close. 聽
The client chuckled, amused at my debauchery, and I knew my show was all for naught. He knew how desperate I was to be filled and was edging me on purpose. He tightened his grip on my hips and pulled back, nearly to the tip, and held there. I bit my lips in excitement, hoping this was the moment he finally slid all the way in. Finally giving me precisely what I needed. 聽
鈥淕et ready,鈥 he warned, 鈥渁nd take a deep breath.鈥
My heart thunder expectantly. I felt his thighs flex as the client prepared to drive himself home, and I breathed slowly in as requested.
鈥淕ood girl,鈥 he praised as he pushed forward, that sinfully broad cock stretching me enticingly, and then he stopped. Much. Too. Soon.
I whined in frustration, slamming a hand down on the mattress. 聽
鈥淗mm, that wasn鈥檛 deep enough? Sorry about that,鈥 he hummed, not sounding very sorry at all.
One large land released my hip, ran down my spine to perch on my shoulder. He gently nudged my torso down while prompting my bottom higher, lifting me to better suit him. But this new position came with a little more freedom of movement, and when he pulled back in preparation for his next teasing thrust, I was ready. 聽
His muscles braced as he slowly inched into me, and I snapped my ass back, feeling that glorious stretch as his cock was driven deeper than ever before. He gasped, trying to hold me steady while simultaneously fighting to regain control over himself. 聽
I felt him twitching, hands flexing as he struggled to hold himself stationary. The client wasn鈥檛 fully seated - he still wasn鈥檛 pressed flush against my ass - but this was a vast improvement over his incessant teasing. I made a satisfied purr as I wiggled my hips, luxuriating in the feel of him.
鈥淥h, you little fucking brat,鈥 he growled, and I knew I was in trouble.
The smack on my ass started me, more out of shock than anything. It didn鈥檛 hurt, but I hadn鈥檛 been expecting it, and I jerked back in reflex, inadvertently driving his cock even deeper. He clamped down on my waist, holding me immobile as my core spasmed around him. I鈥檇 never before climaxed during penetrative sex, but fuck me if I wasn鈥檛 already moments away from coming.
Though I was blindfolded, I looked back over my shoulder and begged, 鈥淥h, promise me you鈥檒l do that again.鈥
My throaty little plea seemed to break his tenuous hold on restraint, convincing him to surrender all authority and relinquish self-control. The sound he made was half-wild, his fingers digging into my hips as I was suddenly jerked backwards. I didn鈥檛 have time to draw a breath before the client loosened himself on me. His hips snapping forwards, finally driving that beautiful cock all the way home.
I let out a startled cry as he began pistoning in and out, filling me up in a way I鈥檇 never experienced, in a way I prayed would never stop. He was thick enough, hit deep enough to stroke some erogenous part deep inside, titillating my senses and making me spasm. My hands clutched the bedclothes as I scrambled for security, trying to moor myself as the client began fucking with abandon. 聽
鈥淥h please, please, please, please, pleasepleaseplease,鈥 I sobbed insensibly. 聽
I was completely overstimulated. All I could focus on was that ravishing cock, pushing me towards release. I鈥檝e never felt this good, this feral, and it threatened to consume me.
Feeling my core pulse around him, the client decided to put an end to my suffering. He tightened his grip with his left hand while his right slipped past my thigh, searching out my clitoris. It didn鈥檛 take long for him to find my swollen little bud, and he used those talented fingers to rub circles, applying the sweetest pressure. 聽
In that touch, I鈥檇 reached my breaking point; his talented caress pushed me over that edge. I tumbled into ecstasy as the climax tore through me. Then, gasping for air, I collapsed onto the bed as waves of pleasure washed over me, and I was lost in sensation.
From somewhere far away, I heard the client breathe out a reverent, 鈥淢other Above,鈥 and I had to laugh. Out of the two of us, I was pretty sure I was the one who鈥檇 been closest to seeing god. He withdrew his cock, still glorious hard, and said: 鈥淣ext time that happens, I need to see your face.鈥
I hummed in response, rolling onto my back. I wasn鈥檛 sure my body could handle another climax, but it seemed like an inappropriate time to start worrying over such minor details.
Calloused hands palmed my aching breasts, and I arched into him with a grunt. He huffed a laugh and ran his thumbs over my hardened nipples, expertly working my sensitive peaks, just like he鈥檇 expertly worked the rest of me. Finally, he leaned down to drag his tongue over my nipple, and I whimpered in response. 聽
And then, the client pressed a supporting hand on the mattress and moved to sweetly kiss me. It was slow and tender, entirely at odds with our earlier entanglement, and I melted in response. I tangled my hands in his hair, the kisses becoming debauched when my tongue began meeting his tongue thrust for thrust. 聽
He climbed over me, sliding a hand down over my sex in a teasing manner. I shuddered slightly when he brushed my too-sensitive clitoris, and I briefly wondered if it was possible to have a third orgasm in one sitting. Of course, it鈥檇 never happened with Tomas, but... I鈥檇 never really experienced any of this before. These heady sensations were all too new. Hedonistic and wonderful, yes, but also exceedingly tempting. If I wasn鈥檛 careful, I could see myself becoming addicted to this perfectly wicked man.
鈥淣ow be a good girl,鈥 he told me between kisses, 鈥渁nd come ride my cock.鈥
鈥淥h, god, yes,鈥 I agreed, burying any lingering impulse to act like a brat. After coming that hard, I was willing to give that man anything.
He chuckled, amused by my enthusiasm, and carefully climbed over me towards the center of the bed. I propped myself up to face him as he got comfortable, feeling the mattress dip slightly to my left. Then, finally, he stretched out and slapped his thigh with a coarsely ordered, 鈥渃ome here now.鈥
I bit my lip in renewed anticipation, my nerve endings igniting from the domineering order. I slowly crawled my way to him, gently guiding myself up his body. I鈥檓 cautious as I swing my leg over his torso, careful not to hit his erection. Still, I accidentally brush it with my toes, and he lets out a strained hiss. 聽 聽
鈥淪orry, sorry. It鈥檚 a little hard to see,鈥 I rush out before carefully lowering to myself upon his lower abdominals, his cock jutting up against my lower back. 聽
I settled in snugly, running my fingers through the sparse hair of his chest, feeling his muscular torso rise and fall with each laboured breath. The client was coated with a thin layer of sweat, breathing deeply as if he鈥檇 just run a sprint, though he did nothing more strenuous than lie pronely under me. An odd thought struck me, and I wondered if he was affected by me as I am of him.
It was a foolish idea. Fanciful. Incredibly naive.
This line of thinking was starting to become dangerous, skidding a little too close to reality, so I pushed the notion away and gave him a wicked smile, asking, 鈥淣ow, what will you have me do?鈥
I鈥檝e never considered myself a bombshell or vixen, but tonight, with this version of this man, anything seemed possible.
He swallowed deeply, a crack in his cool-headed facade, but his voice was imperious as ever when he demanded, 鈥渇uck yourself onto my cock.鈥
So I sucked in a breath and did just that.
All lingering thoughts empty out of my head as I rose up to hover over that sinfully thick cock, enjoying the slight pinch as I sank down over him. I luxuriated in the stretch of his cock, filling me up so completely. So perfectly. In a way I would never get used to, in a way I never wanted to end. The sound which escapes me is embarrassingly primal, but I can鈥檛 find it within myself to care.
I began to rock upon him, undulating rhythmically as I rode my lover, my head tossing back as I became lost to everything but the man under me.
鈥淟ook at you, taking me so well,鈥 he encouraged, low and prideful, and my sex clenched tightly in response.
The client is content letting me set the pace, slowly and methodically riding his dick while my core adjusts to the post-orgasmic stretch. I plant my fists on either side of his head, leaning forward to brush my neglected breasts over his chest while continuously riding his shaft.
He took the hint instantly, palming my breasts within those massive hands, leaning up to lavish attention on each aching nipple. Each stroke of his tongue adds to my rising excitement, flicking over my nipples expertly. As if he could read my mind and knew exactly how I liked it, and my responding whine was shameless.
鈥淧lant your hands behind your back,鈥 he commands in his no-nonsense way, 鈥淚 want to take you in.鈥
I do as he asks me - I鈥檒l always do what he asks of me - dropping my hands behind me as I begin to quicken my pace. My back arches sensually, and he gives an appreciative groan. He likes watching me. Likes watching my breasts as I writhe over his cock, and that heady awareness sets me aflame.
鈥淔uck,鈥 he grits out, sounding pained. 鈥淵ou feel so good. So damn good.鈥
"Yes. Oh, yes,鈥 I breathe, adding a mindless, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 want this to ever stop. Please don鈥檛 ever stop.鈥
I鈥檝e come twice already, and I鈥檓 starting to suspect the fact a third one may very well be on its way. He swipes a thumb against my clit, and I ground down on it instantly.
鈥淵ou like this, then? Being here with me?鈥 He demands, and I shutter pleasantly at the command in his tone. I never thought I鈥檇 be the kind of girl who gets wet at the thought of being submissive, but this night was playing out in all sorts of unusual ways.
鈥淔ucking love it,鈥 I admit, quickening my pace.
鈥淭hen, sweetheart, isn鈥檛 it time we drop the mask?鈥
The words catch me by surprise, and I stumble forwards a little, my hand sliding against the silky sheets, unable to find purchase.
His hands are on my waist instantly, steadying me. Stopping me from falling. 聽
Reality is starting to shift into place, bringing with it issues I鈥檇 thought we鈥檇 politely ignore for the rest of our natural lives.
I feel a hand slide upwards the back of my head, where the blindfold has been securely attached, and I know I should protest. Should try to hold onto that last shred of blissful denial for one moment longer. But I鈥檓 dumbstruck. My brain isn鈥檛 working, and I offer no complaint.
Or, maybe it鈥檚 the opposite. Maybe my brain has finally started working and wants to actually see this through.
What the answer is, it doesn鈥檛 matter. I don鈥檛 offer up a single complaint, and the client takes it as implicit permission to finally remove the blindfold.
My eyes blink as I adjust to the sudden light, but it doesn鈥檛 matter. I already know the face of the man lying under me.
And then my boss, Cassian Burnel, says to me, 鈥淗ello there, Miss Archeron.鈥
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Embers & Light (Chapter 42, teaser)
Notes: Welcome to the angst-fest that is chapter 42! I can't wait for you guys to read this chapter on Sunday <3
鈥淒o you know what I think?鈥 Cassian continued softly, his voice so dangerous it was as sharp as the sword strapped to his back. He鈥檇 stepped closer to her and Nesta could feel the heat radiating off of him. His siphons flit their ruby light at her and Nesta鈥檚 magic glowed at her fingertips in answer.
Desperately, Cassian searched her face for something he could cling onto鈥攁nything鈥攂ut Nesta wouldn鈥檛 yield. Would not cave when it came to this subject. 鈥淚 think you鈥檙e a romantic at heart, who doesn鈥檛 believe she deserves anything. I think you鈥檇 rather be miserable than happy, but you can鈥檛 help but taste a slice of what it could be like to be with me. I鈥檓 your addiction, Nesta, and your mine, and if you only just accepted what鈥檚 between us, we could be something great.鈥
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Wing Woman
Nesta Archeron x Cassian - Trick or Treating
While Nesta is handing out candy on Halloween, Cassian shows up with a little extra help to ask her out.
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鈥淭rick or treat!鈥 A chorus of small voices yelled as soon as Nesta opened the door.
She plastered on a smile that was more of a grimace, and grabbed a handful of candy from the bowl so she could hand out chocolates to the group of children dressed up in costumes on her front porch.
The leaves on the trees had turned a dark red, creating a crimson canopy over the street. In the dim light of the jack-o-lanterns it almost appeared to be dripping blood which Nesta saw as perfectly fitting for Halloween.
As soon as the last kid turned around, she shut the door and leaning back against it, rubbing a hand down her face as she flung her tall, pointed hat onto the couch.
A rush of movement made her open her eyes to see Feyre run down the stairs and hastily throw open the closet door to grab her jacket that she attempted to put on while simultaneously tying her shoes. It wasn鈥檛 very effective.
鈥淣esta, hey,鈥 Feyre said startled and wide-eyed, trying to keep her breathing steady as she inched towards the door. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e here.鈥
Holding in her smirk, Nesta raised a brow at her youngest sister who was obviously trying to look nonchalant as she attempted to flee their house.
鈥淚 am here. You told me you wouldn鈥檛 be because you had some鈥︹ Nesta trailed off, feigning forgetfulness as Feyre sputtered for a response.
鈥淪tudying! I have important studying to do tonight, so if you鈥檒l excuse me, I鈥檒l be going.鈥
Nesta didn鈥檛 hold back her eye roll this time, 鈥淪tudying? It鈥檚 Halloween and it鈥檚 a Friday night.鈥
Feyre ignored her, but Nesta could see a faint blush creep up her face as she rushed out the door. 鈥淏ye! Have fun with the candy.鈥
When Elain had insisted someone had to be at the home they shared to hand out candy for trick-or-treaters, Nesta was less than thrilled. Feyre immediately claimed she couldn鈥檛 do it, and Elain then said she and her boyfriend, Lucien, had been invited to his family鈥檚 party. Which meant that it fell on Nesta to put on the costume and stand around handing out candy to sugar-filled children. When she rolled her eyes and asked why they couldn鈥檛 just leave a bowl of candy out on the porch, Elain claimed only lazy neighbors do that.
It wasn鈥檛 that Nesta disliked Halloween鈥攕he adored it, really. It wasn鈥檛 even all the kids because she liked that too; sometimes the costumes were downright spectacular. No, her disdain came more from the forced cheerfulness she had to exude every single time she opened the door. It was exhausting.
The first half-hour hadn鈥檛 been so bad, but then the sun finally went down, and all the kids came out in force. It felt like she hardly got a minute or two of reprieve before she had to put her witch鈥檚 hat back on and coerce a smile when all she wanted to do was fling herself on the couch, turn on some cheesy, steamy movie, and have a glass of wine.
The doorbell rang again and Nesta groaned as she reached for the hat she鈥檇 tossed aside earlier before opening the door. She wasn鈥檛 expecting who she saw, but she supposed she shouldn鈥檛 have been so surprised.
A large, overgrown bat stood on her front porch, taking up almost the entire front steps. A tall, tan, and tattooed, overgrown bat with a shit eating grin.
鈥淐assian,鈥 Nesta leveled an unimpressed look at him as he climbed the steps. 鈥淎ren鈥檛 you a little old to be trick-or-treating?鈥
She took in his all-black attire from the worn black boots and black jeans to his black t-shirt stretched over his chest and his black leather jacket. All pulled together by the large, plastic black bat wings that sprouted from his shoulders. She could just make out the thin elastic straps around his shoulders holding the wings on.
鈥淣ot excited to see me, Nes?鈥 he grinned impossibly wider. 鈥淎nd who says you鈥檙e ever too old to go trick-or-treating?鈥
Nesta arched a brow, trying her best to look unimpressed until she spotted a second, smaller pair of wings peeking out from behind his legs.
She looked down to a see a young girl, maybe six or seven, with long, black hair and violet eyes. She wasn鈥檛 hiding or huddled behind Cassian, but he was so large that it appeared so. That is, until she stepped out from behind him and pushed her way up the step. She was dressed similarly to Cassian with an all-black ensemble and plastic bat wings that looked almost as tall as her.
鈥淭rick or treat!鈥 she grinned widely, not sparing her apparent guardian a second glance.
At Cassian鈥檚 exaggerated annoyance and the little girl鈥檚 eye roll, Nesta chuckled and held out the candy bowl so the little bat could grab what she wanted.
鈥淲ho鈥檚 this?鈥 Nesta directed the question to Cassian seeing as the girl was too enthralled with the candy she鈥檇 just picked.
Cassian grinned and ruffled the girl鈥檚 hair, causing her to laugh at him and duck out of the way. 鈥淭his baby bat is Seraphina,鈥 when she glared at him, he chuckled and corrected, 鈥淪er, sorry. She鈥檚 Rhys鈥檚 little sister.鈥
鈥淩hys was supposed to take me out trick or treating this year, but he said he had to study.鈥 Ser said.
Nesta鈥檚 brows flew up as she looked at Cassian who was smirking. 鈥淪tudy? Really?鈥
Cassian smirked even wider, 鈥淲hat, Nes, you think Rhysie isn鈥檛 actually studying?鈥 he asked with mock surprise, quiet enough not to draw his sister鈥檚 attention
She snorted and rolled her eyes, 鈥淣ot unless Study is code for hooking up with my sister, which I鈥檓 certain it is.鈥
Cassian tossed his head back and laughed loudly and Nesta tried her best not to smile at the sound of it, but she got her expression under control before he looked back at her.
鈥淲ait a second,鈥 Nesta crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at Cassian who didn鈥檛 balk from her glare. 鈥淵ou all live on the other side of town, why are you two here? Aren鈥檛 the fancy houses with the good candy over there?鈥
Cassian rubbed the back of his neck looking sheepish before regaining his smug attitude, 鈥淎w, you know where we live? I think you鈥檙e a little obsessed with me.鈥 His wide grin was maddening.
Rolling her eyes again, she scowled, 鈥淚鈥檝e picked Feyre up from a study session once or twice. I know that it's almost twenty minutes to drive from there to here.鈥
鈥淲e鈥檙e here,鈥 Ser鈥檚 voice cut in, 鈥渂ecause Cass is desperate, and in love with you.鈥 She said it casually, looking a cross between annoyed and disgusted.
Nesta鈥檚 brows flew to her hairline as Cassian gaped at the little girl before he stammered, 鈥淚鈥, that鈥檚 not鈥, Phina鈥, I mean鈥, what she meant was鈥, Fuck鈥, Nesta鈥"
Maybe it was because she鈥檇 never seen Cassian so flustered, looking like a deer caught in headlights and genuinely apologetic and stunned, but Nesta surprised them all as she laughed.
鈥淚s that so?鈥 Nesta leaned against her door and looked at the girl for answers, ignoring that surprised look that crossed Cassian face. He probably expected her to yell at him or slam the door in his face or call him an insufferable brute as she often liked to. He wasn鈥檛 expecting the small smile that tugged at her lips.
鈥淢hmm,鈥 she nodded rapidly, shaking the wings strapped to her back, 鈥淗e said that if we came here and I helped him then he would buy me a caramel apple because he knows those are my favorite.鈥
Nesta鈥檚 eyebrows were still high as she glanced at Cassian before the little girl plowed on.
鈥淎nd,鈥 Ser stepped closer to Nesta but whispered loudly enough so Cassian could hear, 鈥淚 told him that if he needed my help to get a date then she was probably too smart and too pretty for him anyways.鈥
Nesta snorted loudly. Cassian pretend growled and swooped down to lift the little girl up and toss her over his shoulder. She was giggling and it only got louder as he proceeded to tickle her, 鈥淵ou think that鈥檚 funny?鈥 he asked, keeping up his attack, 鈥淚 confide in you and you go ahead and call me out in front of the pretty lady?鈥
Nesta knew Cassian was a big softie despite his size and roughened appearance, but she鈥檇 never seen him like this. He grinned but feigned betrayal as he hoisted Seraphina over his shoulder to carefully set her back on her feet.
Nesta didn鈥檛 hide her smile at the sight.
Once the two bats had calmed down, Cassian caught her eyes before nudging Ser鈥檚 shoulder and giving her an encouraging nod. The girl just rolled her eyes but took a deep breath and readied herself for what Nesta could only predict was some rousing speech.
She cleared her throat and looked up at Nesta with her best sweetheart eyes, 鈥淣esta Archeron,鈥 she began and Nesta snuck a glance to see Cassian watching the little girl while mouthing along to the words she spoke, obviously having coached her on what exactly to say. Nesta found it charming but reigned in a smile as she refocused in the girl in front of her.
鈥淲ill you allow Cassian the honor of taking you out on a date? He鈥檚 really nice, he鈥檒l make you laugh, and he,鈥 he paused and furrowed her brows, 鈥渉e, uh鈥︹ she turned towards him and gestured for him to come closer.
Cassian quickly leaned down and whispered something into Ser鈥檚 ear that caused her to roll her eyes and scrunch her nose is disgust, before standing back up and allowing the girl to continue.
She sighed, still looking grossed out about what she had to say, 鈥淎nd he knows you think his butt is cute.鈥
Nesta choked on a laugh which seemed to stoke Cassian鈥檚 grin, but Ser wasn鈥檛 finished.
鈥淚f you say yes, Cass promised me a caramel apple.鈥
Cassian pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation but Nesta grinned, far too amused with his annoyance. Huh, maybe this is how he felt every time she huffed away at his antics. At least this time he seemed to be the one frustrated.
鈥淪er.鈥 He groaned.
But Nesta was crouching down to be eye level with the little bat. 鈥淚 do recall you mentioning a caramel apple.鈥 She looked up at Cassian and asked, 鈥淵ou鈥檙e resorting to using your friend鈥檚 little sister as your Wing Woman to get me to agree to go out with you?鈥
鈥淲orth a shot.鈥 He said, that damned smirk resurfacing. He stepped behind Ser and rested his hands on her shoulders. 鈥淎nd you haven鈥檛 answered this sweet, adorable, little girl鈥檚 question that she so kindly asked you.鈥
Nesta was impressed with the intensity of Seraphina鈥檚 eye roll. Nesta dragged her eyes from a grinning Cassian whose expression, while cocky, also looked sincere and a little nervous, down to Ser who mouthed the words caramel apple.
Nesta laughed. It was a loud and happy sound and if her eyes hadn鈥檛 shut then she would have seen Cassian鈥檚 grin fall into a wide, almost reverent smile. When she managed to take a breath, Nesta wiped a tear from her eye and smiled.
She leaned towards Ser and told her, 鈥淵ou鈥檝e been a wonderful Wing Woman, but the big bat over here was actually doing just fine on his own.鈥 She stood up and smirked at Cassian. 鈥淧ick me up tomorrow at eight. I expect flowers.鈥
She stepped back towards her open door and said to a jaw-dropped Cassian, 鈥淒on鈥檛 forget her caramel apple.鈥
With a final wink in his direction, Nesta walked back inside her house and shut the door.
As she pressed her back against the closed door, biting her lip to keep from smiling too hard, she heard a loud Whoo! and giggling before two sets of footsteps hurried down the front porch.
She could鈥檝e sworn she heard Cassian promise to buy Ser all the caramel apples she could want.
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moodymelanist21 hours ago
If you鈥檙e taking nessian prompts they show up to the same halloween party accidentally wearing matching costumes so people think they鈥檙e a couple bonus points if cassian has the sluttier costume
OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS HAHAHAHA. also shoutout to @talkfantasytome for the funniest line in here.聽@nessianweek
Nesta and the girlies look something like this and Cassian looks something like this but with shorter shorts hahahah
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鈥淎re you almost ready to go?鈥 Nesta called out to her friends while she adjusted her costume in front of her bedroom mirror. She was dressed as Hugh Hefner, complete with a silky, dark red robe, a lacy black corset, tiny matching shorts, and dark black tights.聽
鈥淵eah, I just need to find my shoes!鈥 Gwyn shouted back as she raced around their apartment. She, Nesta, and Emerie shared a three-bedroom apartment about five minutes from campus, and it had been one of the best decisions Nesta ever made to live with them.
Nesta pulled on her own heels and found the sailor鈥檚 hat to complete her costume before looking around for their other roommate. 鈥淓merie? Status update?鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 ready,鈥 Emerie declared while walking into Nesta鈥檚 bedroom. Her friend looked absolutely stunning in her Playboy bunny costume, the tiny black bodysuit showing off Emerie鈥檚 toned figure wonderfully. Instead of white bunny accessories, Gwyn and Emerie had decided to wear black ones instead, and Nesta whistled lowly as Emerie turned around to show off her little tail.
鈥淵ou look amazing,鈥 Nesta complimented. Emerie twirled again, flipping her dark waves around while Nesta looked on appreciatively.聽鈥淚 think Mor will lose her mind.鈥
鈥淪he already has,鈥 Emerie replied, smirking.聽鈥淲ho do you think came costume shopping with me?鈥
Nesta laughed as the two of them made their way to the living room to wait on Gwyn. Thankfully, their redheaded friend didn鈥檛 keep them waiting too long, emerging from her bedroom in a similar outfit to Emerie but slightly more conservative.聽
Emerie whistled lowly under her breath.聽鈥淒amn, Berdara. Are you trying to kill someone?鈥
鈥淛ust you two,鈥 Gwyn said cheekily. She looked amazing in black, Nesta thought, the color contrasting nicely with Gwyn鈥檚 bright hair and pale skin.聽
鈥淚 think Azriel will have thoughts about that,鈥 Nesta teased as she grabbed her keys.
鈥淣ot as many as Cassian will have,鈥 Gwyn fired back. Nesta rolled her eyes but couldn鈥檛 help but wonder what he鈥檇 have to say about her costume -- probably something incredibly inappropriate, knowing him.聽
鈥淟et鈥檚 just call this Uber,鈥 Nesta muttered, ignoring Emerie and Gwyn鈥檚 snickers.聽鈥淚 don鈥檛 need to respond to that kind of allegation.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 not an allegation if it鈥檚 true,鈥 Emerie taunted.聽鈥淟et鈥檚 just see what happens when we get to the party, hmm?鈥
Twenty minutes later, Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn found themselves outside Rhys鈥 townhouse in awe. He鈥檇 gone all out on decorations, including cobwebs, skeletons, fake gravestones, a smoke machine... whatever it was, he had it. There were a couple people milling around outside, but from the bass pounding so loud they could feel it, the party was clearly going strong.
The three friends were swarmed with people the second they stepped inside. Nesta spotted several people she knew dressed in great costumes -- Tarquin as Aquaman, Elain and Lucien as Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming, Amren as Edna Mode from the Incredibles -- but nothing made her jaw drop like seeing Cassian dressed up as a playboy bunny.
鈥淎re you fucking kidding me?鈥 she yelled over the music. He somehow heard her and did a similar double take before a wide smile took over his handsome features.聽鈥淐assian, what the fuck!鈥
鈥淣es, this is too perfect,鈥 Cassian shouted back. Unlike Emerie and Gwyn, Cassian had every bare inch of skin on display that he could get away with. He only had on a tiny pair of black underwear, a tiny collar around his neck, and a pair of white bunny ears on top of his hair.聽鈥淲e鈥檙e matching!鈥
鈥淲ho the fuck told you my costume?鈥 Nesta fumed. She spun and glared at Gwyn and Emerie, both of whom shook their heads and shrugged.聽鈥淪omeone did this on purpose.鈥
鈥淚 lost a bet,鈥 Cassian explained.聽鈥淎zriel told me I had to wear this as punishment.鈥
鈥淭hat motherfucker,鈥 she muttered under her breath. She told herself she was mad that Cassian matched her costume and not because of the way several partygoers were eyeing him appreciatively. She didn鈥檛 care how good he looked and certainly wasn鈥檛 wondering what his skin would feel like under her hands.
鈥淲hat do you think, though?鈥 Cassian asked. He spun around and she pretended that she didn鈥檛 sneak a peek at his ass.聽鈥淚mpressive, huh?鈥
Nesta snorted.聽鈥淵ou鈥檙e nowhere near as impressive as you think you are, sweetheart.鈥
鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you look down and see just how impressive I am?鈥 he fired back cheekily.
鈥淥h, fuck off --鈥 she started to say.
鈥淵ou look great, though,鈥 Cassian interrupted her, complimenting her before she could really work herself up. He raked his eyes over her, his eyes lingering over her breasts and legs far longer than it should have.聽鈥淲hat鈥檚 under the robe, Nes?鈥
鈥淲ouldn鈥檛 you like to know,鈥 she replied.聽鈥淎nd I thought I told you not to call me that.鈥
His eyes gleamed with challenge.聽鈥淎re you inviting me to undress you?鈥
鈥淎bsolutely not,鈥 she snapped. She crossed her arms over her chest and quickly dropped them after she realized what it did to her breasts, his smirk only infuriating her more.聽鈥淪top looking at me like that!鈥
鈥淟ike what?鈥 he asked, leaning forward so he didn鈥檛 have to yell so loudly. She held back a shudder as his lips barely touched the outside of her ear.聽鈥淵ou look sexy as hell. How else am I supposed to look at you?鈥
Nesta was saved from having to come up with a witty response when Mor appeared, dressed in a cute Tinkerbell costume.聽鈥淧icture time, my bunnies! Everybody act like they like each other!鈥
Nesta spent the rest of the night actively denying how it felt way too good to have Cassian鈥檚 body pressed against her during the photos.
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c-e-d-dreamera day ago
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Okay, I know hockey player versus figure skater is a super clich茅 rivalry, but all day today, my brain was like聽鈥渉ockey player Cassian! Hockey player Cassian! Hockey player Cassian,鈥 so here we are. Also, fun fact, this exact event actually happened to my little brother at one of his games. TW for blood and injuries. Hope you enjoy :) @nessianweek
The cool rush of the air conditioning is the first thing that hits Cassian as he pushes through the doors. The throwback pop song pumping out of the speakers and the smell of popcorn from the snack bar hits him next. He shifts the strap of his bag on his shoulder, resettling the weight, his sticks clacking together in his other hand. He makes his way over to the board declaring the locker room assignments for the day, squinting until he finds the Illyrians. He's about to head off toward their locker room when his eyes snag on someone.聽
Nesta is perched like a queen on one of the benches in the lobby, her white skates resting beside her. She has a sweatshirt pulled on, but the red skirts of her dress skim across her thighs, and Cassian can see the jeweled embellishments peeking out under the collar. Unsurprising, she has a book opened in her hands, probably another of her smutty romances. Even in the harsh fluorescent lighting, Cassian finds himself drawn into her eyes, the way they glint as they dance across the pages.聽
Cassian doesn't have to think twice before he's sauntering over to her. He drops his bag with a loud thump at her feet, a smile pulling across his face at her answering glower. He loves this game they play. The way he pushes her buttons and she pushes his always leaves flames licking up his skin in the most delicious way. He's sure they make quite the sight, the hockey player and the figure skater, but he'll never stop going back for more.聽
"What do you want, Cassian?"聽
"Love the outfit today, Nes. The sparkles really contrast well with your dark soul."聽
"Don't you have to go smash someone into the boards?"
"I'd love to press you up against the boards."聽
Cassian throws a wink her way for extra good measure, and the way Nesta's eyes narrow has his heart ticking up slightly in his chest.聽
"Prick," Nesta mumbles, opening back up her book.聽
With a chuckle, Cassian takes it for the cue that it is, picking back up his bag and heading for the locker room. He offers Azriel an easy grin as he passes him, his brother merely shaking his head at his antics yet again.聽
~ * * * ~聽
Nesta hears her sister before she sees her, Feyre's laughing bouncing off the walls of the lobby. She closes her book and grabs her skates, but as she heads for the door, her steps falter and pause as she takes in Elain walking in beside Feyre.聽
"Since when does it take both of you to pick me up?" Nesta asks once her sisters are close enough to hear.聽
"Actually," Feyre starts slowly. "We were thinking we could stick around for the game."聽
"What," Nesta deadpans, taking in both her sisters' expressions and inwardly sighing when she sees they're both actually serious. "Fine. Give me the keys, and I'll pick you both up later."聽
"Oh, Nesta," Elain says, taking Nesta's hand in her own. "It'll be fun. Besides, you and Cassian are friends. Don't you want to see him play?"聽
"We are not friends."聽
"That's for sure," Feyre pipes in. "There is way too much sexual tension for that to be considered friendship."聽
Nesta shoots a glare Feyre's way, but her sister merely smiles innocently. The mischievous glint swirling in her eyes tells Nesta she's not getting the keys from her youngest sister anytime soon. Which is how Nesta ends up pressed between her two sisters, the cold of the metal bleachers biting into the underside of her thighs and a shared blanket draped across their three laps. Elain keeps clapping excitedly to her right while Feyre shouts, "go, baby, go" every time Rhysand cuts up the ice on her left. Nesta thinks her eyes might actually get stuck from rolling them so much.聽
Despite the equipment and jerseys making it hard to tell the players apart, the whole team blending together into a mash of blues and gold's, Nesta finds she can pick Cassian out fairly easily. She tells herself it's because he's clearly the biggest guy on the team and the hair sticking out the back of his helmet is a dead giveaway. But either way, her eyes always seem to find him any time he's on the ice, whether he鈥檚 sweeping along the blue line to make a play or throwing his body against the other team.聽
They鈥檙e into the third period when Nesta watches Cassian jump over the boards, joining the rush before falling back into the neutral zone as the other team gains possession. He guards his man well as the play shifts to their defensive zone, the other player trying and failing to shake Cassian loose. The player tries to deke around him, but Cassian is quicker, their sticks clashing together.聽
It's like it all unfolds in slow motion. The puck popping up into the air between them. The other player raising his stick like he plans to bat the puck down. The stick colliding with Cassian's head.聽
There's a collective gasp from the crowd watching the game as Cassian crumbles to the ice, falling onto all fours. And then there's red. A few drops at first, but soon it's a steady stream. It seeps into the ice, spreading out around Cassian like a crimson puddle.聽
"Oh my gods," Feyre whispers.
"I hope he's alright," Elain chimes in.聽
Nesta knows that her sisters keep speaking, but all she can hear is a ringing in her ears, like a high pitched screaming sinking its claws into her mind. Her hands fist into the blanket in her lap, and she watches with wide eyes as a trainer walks onto the ice, pulling the cage of Cassian's helmet up and sliding a towel under. With the help of two teammates, Cassian's on his feet and skates back to the bench. Nesta's stomach roils as one of the rink staffers and the referees scrape Cassian's blood from the ice, and even when the game resumes, she can't take her eyes off Cassian slumped over his knees on the bench.聽
~ * * * ~聽
Cassian can't help but poke at the bandage on his forehead as he checks himself in the locker room mirror. It's still tender, and he winces at the pain that radiates from that spot. Definitely going to leave a scar. At least he got a goal tonight. Small victories. With a sigh, he shoulders his bag, grabbing his sticks by the door and heading for the rink exit.聽
When he steps into the lobby, he finds Nesta standing there. Cassian knew that both her sisters were here earlier, but a quick sweep of his eyes around the room shows them nowhere to be found. When his eyes dance back to Nesta, she's already looking at him, something intense brewing in her eyes like storm clouds rolling in. It leaves Cassian captivated, and in a few strides, He鈥檚 standing in front of her, dropping his bag at their feet.聽
"What are you still doing here, sweetheart?"聽
Cassian throws as much cheek as he can into the question, letting that cocky grin he knows gets under her skin slide across his face. He expects Nesta to scowl, to make some snide remark back, to pick up their game right where they left off, but Nesta's face remains serious. He watches in confusion as she crosses and then uncrosses her arms across her chest, takes a deep breath like she's steeling herself.聽
"I just wanted to make sure you're alright," Nesta explains, her eyes glancing up to the bandage before settling back on his own.聽
"Oh," Cassian says dumbly, blinking down at Nesta a few times before his brain finally catches up. "It was just bad luck. Stick hit just right for one of the screws in my helmet to go right into my head."聽
"It looked鈥 bad."聽
"Well, head wounds bleed a lot."聽
Nesta nods and silence falls like a blanket between them. Cassian's brain kicks into overdrive, suddenly desperate to keep whatever this precarious moment is going, keep her talking to him, keep those eyes on his. It sparks in his chest like a piece of flint, fire burning under his skin. He's so busy floundering, trying to will his head and mouth to produce actual words, that he almost misses the frown that takes over Nesta's face, her eyes caught on his hand.聽
"You're not thinking of driving, are you?"聽
The sudden question takes Cassian by surprise, and Cassian鈥檚 brow furrows in confusion until he remembers his car keys are in his hand.聽
"How else would I get home?"聽
"You can't drive with a concussion."
"What makes you think I have a concussion?"
"How could you not have a concussion?"聽
"If I had a concussion, why would I have gone back out on the ice to finish the game?"
"Because you're an idiot."聽
Before Cassian can even splutter out a protest at the insult, Nesta is reaching forward and snatching the keys out of his hand. Then, for good measure, she reaches out and takes his sticks out of his hand too.聽
"There's an Urgent Care like five miles away that should still be open."聽
With that and a final, firm nod, as if she's decidedly made up her mind and Cassian can't change it, Nesta turns on her heel and makes for the doors. Cassian is left there gaping, blinking dumbly after her retreating form, while his sluggish brain tries to grasp what exactly is happening. Maybe he is concussed. Not giving himself another second to contemplate, Cassian scrambles to pick up his bag, tossing the strap over his shoulder as he hurries after Nesta.聽
"Can I at least buy you dinner after?"
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arinbelle18 hours ago
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Nessianweek: Rivalry
Notes: Because I wanted to give something for Nessian week but I suck at time management, you get this nonsense late for the Rivalry prompt. I hope you enjoy!
Oh and yes, the quote about the Hustle is from Zootopia. I love that movie.
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Nesta tore her eyes from the pages of her book and forced herself to look up. Right there in front of her, embroiled in a match of the ages, Feyre and Cassian were going at it viciously.
"You're cheating!," Feyre exclaimed again, swearing crudely under her breath.
Cassian flipped her off, laughing with so much open radiance, she felt her breath stop short in her chest. He was so beautiful.
So beautiful that Nesta thought about how she could manipulate the situation to get Cassian to come away with her. Play with her in other ways...a different game altogether.
Azriel cleared his throat loudly and Nesta whipped her head behind to see him raising his brows at her.聽
Don鈥檛 judge me, she almost hissed out, pursing her lips at her interruption.
Azriel鈥檚 smirk almost answered back, I think someone should.聽
Shadows whirled around him, slithering onto her couch and nipping her on the hand. She swatted angrily and them until they slinked off, almost shamefully.
鈥淪erves them right,鈥 she muttered under her breath.
鈥淪ome people just can鈥檛 control themselves,鈥 Azriel whispered into the papers in front of him.
鈥淟ike you control yourself around Gwyn?,鈥 she shot back at full volume, not caring who heard. Azriel鈥檚 expression mirrored that of a horrified child who鈥檇 been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He leveled her with a severe look, pointedly looking at Feyre and Cassian, not three feet away from them.
Thankfully, neither were paying any attention to the world around them, only focused on spewing vitriol at each other. They bickered like young children for a few more minutes, and then Feyre lost again.
"Third?," Elain whispered to Nesta as she sat down next to her. She was asking about the number of losses Feyre had already suffered at Cassian's hand. Her sister curled her feet under her body and half of her tucked into Nesta too.
"Fifth," Nesta replied, nestling closer to Elain as well. It was rare for them to sit like this anymore. Soak up each other's warmth as there was no need for it in the always temperate House of Wind and the general lack of poverty in their lives.
Nesta flicked her eyes forward and looked at Feyre's face concentrated on the scene before her. Tongue peeking out between her lips while she thought hard about her next move. It was shockingly adorable and for a moment, Nesta thought about how young her sister looked even now to her. Even with a baby and a marriage and a kingdom to run. Cassian stuck his tongue out suddenly, mocking her, and Feyre smacked his arm sharply.
And the bickering began anew. Nesta rolled her eyes.
"Technically," Nesta muttered to Elain, "she should have one at least one by now. Rhysand switched Cassian's cards when he went for water during their third game because he felt bad for Feyre. Cassian saw it and ignored it. And she still lost."
Azriel choked on his drink behind her and Nesta turned her head to share a conspiratorial smirk with him. They'd been making bets for the past five rounds and Azriel had lost a hefty sum in betting against Nesta's mate.
Why Azriel was still trying to be loyal to Feyre after her disastrous losses, she would never know. But she would admire the loyalty if that was what it was. Nesta was more convinced it was based on brotherly jest to rile Cassian up each time he met his eyes and passed another gold coin to Nesta.聽
Nesta was no better. She was running on triumph alone that her mate was doing so well. Triumph and pride.
"You can't!," Feyre exclaimed suddenly. Nesta hadn't been paying attention and scrambled to understand what had happened.
"I already did. We agreed. I win and I get that beautiful bow of yours."
Feyre's ears began turning red. "It was a gift."
Cassian snorted. "Hardly. Rhysand took it from my weapons storage to gift you. It's pirated goods at this point."
Feyre opened her mouth. Shutting it and opening it over and over so much that Nesta was tempted to warn her about stray bugs that may wander in.
"I want a rematch," her sister demanded with a curl of her lip.
Cassian was the picture of boredom, leaning back in his chair, settling calmly. Unfazed. He drawled slowly, words dripping sardonically off of his tongue. "You lost five games in a row. You won't win. Let's get on with it Feyre. The bow please." Cassian's large hand lay outstretched in front of the table between them and Nesta wondered if Feyre may slap it.
"I want a rematch," Feyre said again.聽鈥淵ou tricked me. I don鈥檛 know how, but you did.鈥
He had. Nesta had seen him lead her into believing he was playing one move for another so many times, she鈥檇 wanted to scream at Feyre for not catching it sooner.
鈥淚t鈥檚 called a hustle, Feyre. Deal with it.鈥
Feyre ignored him, turning her head to the couch where Nesta and Elain sat, and widened her eyes emphatically. It was a look only sisters would understand.
Help me.
Nesta struggled to keep her face straight as Feyre's voice exploded in her skull.
Ouch!
Sorry. I'm just angry. Your mate's being an ass.
Nesta snorted and Cassian's eyes began tracing her body as she rose from the couch and approached the table.
Fine.
Feyre emptied her chair and Nesta took it.
Cassian's pose broke, and he leaned forward expectantly, meeting Nesta's eyes head on.
"What's this then?," he asked affectionately.
Nesta sighed. "Feyre's whining for help." A noise of indignation left Feyre, standing to her left, which Nesta ignored. "So I'm helping."
Cassian's smile was blinding. "You're going to play for her?"
Nesta turned to Feyre. "A bow, is it?" Feyre nodded her head, shooting Cassian a withering glare in the process.
"Sure. I'll play." Nesta examined the cards in front of her. "What are we playing?"
Cassian looked startled. "Er, it's a Fae card game. I'm not sure if you know it." His hands picked up the cards with a flourish and he shuffled them with ease. "Ever heard of Flenaia."
Nesta blinked.
Cassian nodded. "That鈥檚 okay, I鈥檒l go over the rules.鈥
Nesta snuck a glance at Feyre before nodding. "Alright."
He turned to Feyre. "You sure about this? She's never played. She's not going to win." He cast a quick glance to her, a dazzling smile shot her way. "No offense sweetheart."
Nesta shrugged. After all, she was only here because her book had gotten to be too ridiculous. There was only so many monsters with "engorged cocks" that Nesta could read about before losing interest.
Nesta hadn't said anything else so Cassian began.
He spoke in that lovely baritone of his, explaining the ins and outs of the game to her. Guiding her through different plays. Having her repeat the basic rules out to him.
Feyre breezed off soon after, claiming that Nyx needed a feeding even though Nesta knew he'd been fast asleep not even an hour ago.
"Good. Okay I think you understand how to play now. How many rounds?"
Nesta thought about it. Turned to the hallway behind her where Feyre was nowhere near.
"I don't know," Nesta admitted slowly. "I'm playing for Feyre's sake so I'm not sure..."
Elain chimed in, "Do five. A tribute to dear Feyre for her losses." She chuckled at her own joke and it wasn't long before everyone in the room joined her.
"I heard that," Feyre accused with laughter in her voice. Nyx cooed and fussed on her hip, Rhysand trailing in quietly behind her.
It wasn't long before Mor and Amren were suddenly just there with them.
Rhys was the first to add his input. "You're playing against Cassian, Nesta? Flenaia? Good luck sister. You'll need it."
"Thank you, brother," Nesta replied with a grin. "I'm not sure you mean it though."
Rhys gave a huff of laughter before sitting down beside Feyre, taking Nyx into his lap and stroking his head. "Oh I mean it. Cassian doesn't lose when it comes to card games. Hasn't lost in," he turned to Mor, lounged out on the opposite couch, "how long?"
Mor didn't look up, riveted on the table between Cassian and Nesta. "Three centuries. And it would have been a record of five centuries undefeated had it not been for that one loss."
Cassian's hand flexed in irritation and he began shuffling the cards again.
"Why did you lose?," Nesta asked carefully.
Mor perked up, ready to answer but Amren beat her to it. "Don't you know about what happened in the Summer Court?"
"Careful Amren," Cassian warned darkly.
Amren bared her teeth in a smirk that bordered on seconds from being a real bite.聽鈥淲ell he lost girl, and then he destroyed that building. It鈥檚 why he鈥檚 not allowed to go back to the Summer Court.鈥
Nesta didn鈥檛 react, wanting to take Cassian鈥檚 mind away from whatever had irritated him so much that he was now aggressively shuffling the deck.
鈥淟et me,鈥 she spoke softly, taking the cards from his grasp and starting the game.
Nesta played slowly, taking her time with her cards, staring at Cassian鈥檚 furrowed, scarred brow for far too long. Until he met her eyes with a knowing grin and she had to feign disinterest. Stupid bat, always distracting her with his looks.
鈥淒oesn鈥檛 look good for you, Nes,鈥 Cassian finally spoke after a three minute standstill that she鈥檇 taken during her turn. She ignored the playful tease in his voice.聽
Rhys had foregone the couch altogether now, Nyx squirming in his steady grasp as he stood over the card table. Feyre was watching, now in her old seat, curled next to Elain who was watching with a knowing look the few times Nesta turned to meet her eyes.
Nesta placed her card down to finish her turn.
There was a sudden silence in the room. A hushed explosion of confusion. And then...
"I don't fucking believe it," Rhys exclaimed. "She beat him. She really fucking beat him."
Nesta stared at Cassian, whose eyes had gone wider than she'd ever seen before. "Did I really?," she asked him.
Cassian stared at the cards in front of him. Stared and stared and stared. He nodded slowly to no one in particular and finally met her eyes, crinkled in confusion.
鈥淵es. You did...鈥
A squeal to Nesta鈥檚 right stole her attention away from her perplexed mate, and suddenly Nesta was being crushed in a hug that made it difficult to breathe.
鈥淔eyre...Feyre!鈥
鈥淪orry,鈥 Feyre said as she extricated herself from Nesta.聽鈥淚 just got excited,鈥 she admitted sheepishly. But all that disappeared as she turned on Cassian and glared.聽鈥淪he won. She only needs to win two more rounds and then we win.鈥
Cassian gave her a slow grin.聽鈥淒on鈥檛 you mean she wins? When did this become聽鈥渨e鈥?鈥
鈥淪hut up, Cassian,鈥 Feyre growled, walking back to her seat.
And so it was on to round two.
鈥淚t was beginner鈥檚 luck,鈥 Nesta assured him gently.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 mind sweetheart,鈥 Cassian responded a little too quickly.
Big Illyrian baby.
I know, right?, Feyre鈥檚 voice boomed in her head.
Get out of my head Feyre!
Sorry. I鈥檒l go. Nesta felt the presence leave her consciousness but just for good measure, she stacked up her mental shields again, brick by brick. When she was done, she realized everyone was expectantly staring at her. Cassian most of all.
Nesta apologized with a bob of her head and placed down her card.
The round ended within a few minutes with Nesta as the victor.
It might have been comical the way Feyre began dancing around Cassian鈥檚 chair, swinging her arms over her head as her hair whipped back and forth. Half of it smacked Cassian in the face at one point, and Nesta swore she saw murder in his eyes.
鈥淚t鈥檚 just luck, Cassian. And it鈥檚 just a game,鈥 she reminded him.聽
鈥淒efinitely." But the words seemed hollow.
Poor thing. She almost felt sorry for him. The pitiful look on his face that was practically begging her to kiss it away.
Cassian shuffled the cards this time, taking extra care to place them down slowly in front of Nesta and then herself as well. Nesta let him. Let him take his time, brow furrowed, lip pinched between his teeth, distracting her with memories of how his teeth felt leaving marks in her skin.
"Damn," Feyre muttered as Cassian made his second victory. He was good. She would admit that now. She'd taken a full offensive and gotten more difficult to work around with each slightly loudening slap of her card on the table.
Cassian had paid it no mind, caught in his own flurry to get his move done and deal with the next hand Nesta had played.
Rhys let out a low whistle as Feyre herself took it upon herself to shuffle the cards for Nesta.
Cassian's eyes narrowed on her and Nesta knew the game was up as the final round ticked in. As Feyre's hand left the cards in their respective positions, and she breezed away, muttering to Nesta that she'd better win her bow back, Nesta knew it wouldn't do anymore to keep the lies going.
"Still can't believe they're tied," Rhys murmured, rubbing a hand through his midnight hair, to which Nyx gurgled at before grabbing a fistful of it to pull on.
Nesta kept quiet, instead picking up her deck and sorting through what she鈥檇 gotten while Feyre wrestled Nyx away from pulling out more of Rhyand鈥檚 perfect hair.
鈥淒emonic child,鈥 Rhys muttered, all while allowing Nyx to grasp his chubby fingers onto his own, only to but them in his gummy mouth.聽
鈥淲hat?,鈥 Feyre asked, irritaiton lacing her voice at the attention she鈥檇 lost from the game as Cassian made his first move.
A good move if Nesta had ever seen one. But not that good.
鈥淚 bet Cassian wins this round. Twenty coins.鈥
鈥淐heap wager,鈥 Feyre shot back.聽鈥淵ou seem to have no confidence in your brother. But fine, you鈥檙e on. Nesta is going to win.鈥
Rhys scoffed.聽鈥淐assian鈥檚 never lost a card game ever. Not in hundreds of years.鈥 Rhys鈥 eyes met Nesta鈥檚 as she paused on her move to watch the new game unfolding to her right.聽鈥淒on鈥檛 you know, Cassian doesn鈥檛 lose. Not in Flenaia least of all.鈥
Feyre winked at her and Nesta had to fight to keep the smile off of her face.聽鈥淥h but don鈥檛 you know Rhys? Nesta doesn鈥檛 lose either. Especially not in Flenaia. Bet鈥檚 on. Make it thirty coins.鈥
Cassian鈥檚 face snapped up from his deck to glare at her.
鈥淚 thought you said you鈥檝e never heard of the game.鈥
Well, the ruse was up now.聽鈥淒id I say that?,鈥 she sing-songed, placing down her card.聽鈥淥r did you just assume that because it鈥檚 a Fae game and I was human for most of my life.鈥
Cassian sputtered.聽鈥淵ou asked me to teach you the rules!鈥
Nesta corrected him.聽鈥淵ou offered to teach me the rules. You didn鈥檛 ask about whether I already knew them or not.鈥
Nesta had learned Flenaia in the bars she鈥檇 frequented during her stay in Velaris. She鈥檇 picked it up slowly and had been completely enraptured by the little game played so stealthily and quickly. She鈥檇 lost so many rounds in the beginning and the fervor it gave to her, to win, to best the game and herself was why she鈥檇 gotten so good at it.
鈥淵ou tricked me,鈥 Cassian accused, using Feyre鈥檚 own line of complaint from not too long ago.
Nesta smirked, dragging a finger sensually down Cassian鈥檚 hand that lay flat on the table in front of her.聽鈥淚t鈥檚 called a hustle, sweetheart. Deal with it.鈥
Cassian seemed to be the embodiment of rage as she threw his own words back in his face. Good. She鈥檇 like him to turn that anger into something useful for her later on at night. In the confines and privacy of their bedroom, where he could...
鈥淎re you paying attention?,鈥 Cassian鈥檚 irate voice snapped her out of her fantasies.聽鈥淚t鈥檚 your turn.鈥
鈥淚s someone upset?,鈥 Nesta mocked, flipping her hair behind her back as she placed her card down without a moment鈥檚 pause.
Cassian stared at her.聽鈥淵ou sure about that? You didn鈥檛 even look at what you put down.鈥
Nesta shrugged.聽鈥淒oesn鈥檛 matter. I鈥檓 going to win either way.鈥
The corner of Cassian鈥檚 lip turned up, and she bunched up her fingers in her lap as she fought the urge to trace it.聽鈥淚f you weren鈥檛 hell bent on making me lose, I鈥檇 admire the confidence.鈥
鈥淵ou admire it regardless,鈥 Nesta volleyed back.
Cassian didn鈥檛 say anything, looking through his deck, but they both knew she was right.聽
鈥淪o when I win-鈥
鈥淚f,鈥 Nesta corrected haughtily.聽鈥淚f you win.鈥
Cassian ignored it.聽鈥淲hen I win, I get to keep my bow. But what should I get from you?鈥
The words were deliciously coarse against her skin and the fabric she was wearing suddenly felt too tight.聽
Nesta鈥檚 voice lowered.聽鈥淲hat would you like from me, Cassian?鈥
She knew how much he loved it when she spoke his name. She couldn鈥檛 help it most times. It was a beautiful name, so much so, that butchering it with the shortened nickname felt almost like sinning. The way it rolled off of her tongue like syrup when she crooned it in mocking jest, or the way it stole her breath when she moaned it underneath him was a weakness of hers. But Cassian loved it most, she knew, when it was whispered under her breath in innuendo. Like she was doing now.
Cassian opened his mouth and-
鈥淣o!,鈥 Feyre鈥檚聽voice cut harshly through the spell Cassian鈥檚 eyes had had her under.聽鈥淲e don鈥檛 need to hear the answer to that question Cassian. Keep it in your pants.鈥
Cassian leaned back,聽 grumbling something incoherent.聽
鈥淎nd you,鈥 Feyre focused on Nesta.聽鈥淔ocus on what you鈥檙e here to do. He gives you a few sultry looks and you鈥檙e done for.鈥
Nesta tried to defend herself, but Feyre stopped her with a raised hand.聽鈥淒on鈥檛 deny it. Whatever you two want to do to each after Nesta wins isn鈥檛 my business. But let鈥檚 deal with the task at hand first, please.鈥
Nesta rolled her eyes, Cassian following suit.聽
Cassian threw down three cards with an arrogant wave of his hands.聽鈥淲ell Nes, it was a valiant effort. But unfortunately, the bow is mine.鈥 Nesta stared at them.聽鈥淎nd so are you,鈥 he added salaciously.
Nesta placed down her last card.聽鈥淎dorable. But you still lost the game.鈥
The grin on Cassian鈥檚 face disappeared almost comically fast as he looked down, nose almost touching the table and cards on top of it.
鈥淪he won?,鈥 Mor shrieked, sitting upright abruptly.
鈥淪he won?,鈥 Azriel whispered to himself.
Rhys ran over to the table.聽鈥淪he won?鈥
鈥淪he won?,鈥 Feyre shouted out, Nyx babbling in response.
鈥淭he girl won?鈥 Amren鈥檚 gravelly voice floated around them.
Cassian鈥檚 eyes skimmed furiously over the set of cards she鈥檇 played. Just right so that it hadn鈥檛 seemed likely for a victory until she placed down her final card. Her winning card. She鈥檇 set him up the moment she鈥檇 admitted she鈥檇 conned him.
Cassian leaned back in his chair, defeat worn all over his face.聽鈥淪he won,鈥 Cassian admitted softly. Nesta swore she saw a hint of pride when he looked at her before examining the cards again.
There was a moment of silence around them, and suddenly noise erupted in the room. Feyre began screaming, Nyx started shrieking in response. Mor began dancing. Nesta swore Rhys shed a tear. Azriel laughed softly and Elain clapped to her when Nesta looked back to see them.
Feyre brought out her bow within record time, brandishing it more like a sword as she skipped around Cassian, chanting about her win.
Nesta decided then that it was time to make their exit as she saw Cassian glower harder and longer at Feyre鈥檚 prolonged victory dance. She swore she saw his eye twitch too.
Nesta weaved her fingers through Cassian鈥檚 and pulled him up from his chair. While he didn鈥檛 object to her leading them away from the clebration in the living room, she saw the sour look on his face.
鈥淲hy the face?鈥
Cassian pouted.
Nesta let out the laugh she鈥檇 been keeping in from the moment Cassian had lost his game. Grasping the hand she was holding tighter, she brought it up to her face and kissed the scarred knuckles. 鈥淥h I鈥檓 sorry alright. It was all harmless fun.鈥
鈥淵ou tricked me,鈥 he repeated with another pout.
鈥淚鈥檒l make it up to you,鈥 she promised with a grin.
Cassian raised one scarred brow, almost in protest.聽鈥淗ow?鈥 Before she knew what was happening, she was pinned against the wall, Cassian towering over her, his arms trapping her in on both sides.
Nesta didn鈥檛 balk, pressing herself closer into him.聽鈥淗owever you want.鈥
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 win,鈥 he reminded her gently.
Nesta rose up on her toes, kissing the skin on his neck where a faint curling of ink peeked out from his shirt.聽鈥淎re you sure about that?鈥 His pulse hammered under her lips at the question and she nipped lightly at it.聽
鈥淚-鈥
鈥淵ou win me, Cassian. Most people wouldn鈥檛聽complain about that."
"Awfully arrogant of you," Cassian let out with a groan, skimming his nose down her cheek.
Nesta laughed. "You love it."
Cassian pulled back, humor dancing in his eyes.
"I do love it. I love you."
Nesta rolled her eyes. "I love you too, bat. Now, what were you about to do to me?"
Cassian winked. "Glad you asked."
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Nessian week, day 4: rivalry
It鈥檚 been a while since I posted some nessian smut..馃憖
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Law school was exhausting, the workload bigger than Nesta had expected. Some of the people she鈥檇 met made things more bearable, others seemed intent on making her life a living hell. One of them was currently sitting in the back of the classroom, the 鈥榗ool kids鈥 spot鈥, and was looking down at her with an amused glint in his eyes. 聽
鈥淧rofessor Helion said we have till noon tomorrow to tell the judge if we鈥檙e waving our right to the jury at Amren鈥檚 trial. I think the judge is clearly the best option. You always go with the judge in an insanity defense,鈥 Nesta explained.
鈥淟awyers don鈥檛 always have to do what鈥檚 expected,鈥 Cassian argued, crossing his arms. He always wore the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, exposing the corded muscles of his forearms.
Nesta resisted the urge to roll her eyes. 鈥淥kay, but if you start throwing terms like defect of reason at the jury you鈥檝e already lost them.鈥
鈥淭his case is about emotion, making people feel like Amren felt when she committed the crime.鈥
鈥淲e can鈥檛 rely on people鈥檚 emotions. We need a strategy based on logic, not feelings. That鈥檚 how we鈥檙e going to win this case.鈥
Cassian opened his mouth to argue, but professor Helion raised a hand to silence him. 鈥淐lass is over, we鈥檒l discuss this again on Monday. Enjoy your weekend, and remember to read the articles I emailed you.鈥 With that, he closed his laptop, stood up, and left the classroom, not bothering to button his suit jacket. One of the things Nesta liked most about him was how laid back he was. In court he dressed immaculately, dark suits and shoulder length, curly hair tied in a bun, but when he wasn鈥檛 dealing with a client he let his style and personality show, wearing more colorful clothes and letting his curls free.
A familiar voice shook her out of her thoughts. 鈥淵ou got a crush on professor Helion, Archeron?鈥
Nesta didn鈥檛 bother to look at him before replying, instead choosing to collect her things and put them in her bag. 鈥淒o you?鈥
鈥淥f course I do, have you seen him?鈥 he replied with a grin. Then he lowered his head and whispered his next words in her ear, making her shiver. 鈥淒on鈥檛 tell me you鈥檝e never fantasized about a threesome, sweetheart.鈥
Slowly, Nesta turned to face him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. 鈥淢e, him and Azriel? Sure. Have a good weekend, Cassian.鈥 Then she picked up her bag and walked out of the classroom.
-鈥斺斺斺
Nesta braced a hand on Cassian鈥檚 chest and stood up on her tiptoes, bringing her lips as close to his ear as she could. 鈥淚 see the way you undress me with your eyes every time we鈥檙e in class and when we pass each other in the corridors, Cassian. As soon as my mouth gets close to your dick you won鈥檛 be able to last for more than ten seconds.鈥
Cassian heart thundered under Nesta鈥檚 palm, but his mouth only curled into a smug smirk. His lips brushed her temple as he spoke in that low, sultry tone of his that made her clench her thighs together. 鈥淒on鈥檛 act like you wouldn鈥檛 do the exact same thing, sweetheart. Once I get my tongue between your legs, you鈥檒l be screaming my name in no time.鈥
The bastard was right. Every time she and Cassian got into an argument in class, Nesta ended up being so worked up that the first thing she did after getting home was jump in the shower and get herself off. As much as she tried not to, it was Cassian鈥檚 fingers she pictured between her legs, and it usually only took her a couple of minutes to reach her climax. She had no doubt that if he were to use his mouth on her, she would come in an embarrassingly short time. But everything between her and Cassian was a competition, and Nesta didn鈥檛 like to lose, so she opened her mouth and spoke four dangerous words. 鈥淟et鈥檚 play a game.鈥 聽
Cassian鈥檚 nostrils flared as Nesta backed him up until the back of his knees hit the mattress. Her fingers started toying with the top button of his white shirt as she kept talking. 鈥淭here鈥檚 only one rule. Whoever comes first loses.鈥
Cassian鈥檚 hands came to rest on her hips as he yanked her body against his, and Nesta held back a moan at the feeling of his hard length pressed against her.
鈥淎nd what do I get when I win? What鈥檚 my prize?鈥 He asked.
鈥淲hen? You鈥檙e awfully confident in your skills,鈥 she said as she began unbuttoning his shirt.
Cassian tightened his hold on her, skimming his nose down the column of her neck. 鈥淚 have every reason to be, Nesta.鈥 One of his hands went between her legs,cupping her through her soaked underwear and causing her to inhale sharply. 鈥淭his gorgeous pussy is about to find out just how skilled I am.鈥
Nesta almost whined when Cassian abruptly removed his hand, but she recovered quickly once he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head. The low growl that escaped his throat sent a new rush of wetness between her thighs, and that鈥檚 what prompted her to push him on the bed, not even bothering to take off his shirt completely. Nesta let her eyes roam over the man that drove her crazy with need. Cassian had toed off his shoes as soon as he鈥檇 entered her apartment, but he was still wearing a pair of black pants, which did nothing to hide his erection, and a burgundy shirt, now unbuttoned. From her vantage point, Nesta had a perfect view of his muscle-bound chest and torso, golden brown skin she had the insane urge to lick and bite. Nesta had no idea how Cassian managed to juggle law school, his job as a bartender, the shifts at the animal shelter, and still find the time to take care of his body. Nesta could barely keep up with law school and her job at the local library without going insane. Most of the time she managed to squeeze in one or two short workouts a week, but that was it.
It was Cassian鈥檚 voice that shook her out of her thoughts. 鈥淲hen you鈥檙e done ogling me, you can come here and sit on my face, sweetheart.鈥
The embarrassment of having been caught staring and the mental image of herself straddling Cassian鈥檚 face caused her to blush, which she hid by bending forward to skim out of her panties. Next, she took a hair tie from her wrist and gathered her hair on top of her head in a messy bun. Cassian had just given her an idea, and Nesta needed her hair out of her face if she wanted it to work. 鈥淧ants off. Underwear too,鈥 she ordered, regaining the upper hand in the game they were playing.
Cassian undressed slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on Nesta鈥檚 face the entire time, drinking in her reaction when he took off his underwear and his hardness sprang free. Nesta had seen it once before, but that night, when after two years of sexual tension they had finally stopped fighting the pull they felt towards each other and Cassian had taken her against a wall, Nesta hadn鈥檛 had time to admire his more than generous asset. No, as soon as she鈥檇 come down from her high, she had disentangled herself from Cassian鈥檚 body and walked away on shaky legs. That drunken night was supposed to be a one-time thing, but after weeks of heated glances and heavy flirting they had agreed to a 鈥榝riends with benefits鈥 arrangement. More like 鈥榬ivals with benefits鈥, Nesta thought, since the time that she and Cassian didn鈥檛 spend giving each other multiple orgasms was spent arguing. In class, in court, and now in the bedroom.
With slow, deliberate movements, Nesta joined Cassian on the bed, climbing on top of him until she was straddling his face. He hummed in approval, but just as his hands were about to grip her hips so he could pull her drenched core towards his face, Nesta pivoted, stretching down his body and taking him into her mouth.
The groan he released when her lips closed around the head of his cock reverberated through her entire body, making her moan. 鈥淚s this how you wanna play it, Nes?鈥 He groaned as he parted her folds with a hand, the other gripping her hip. Nesta shuddered as Cassian鈥檚 breath hit her exposed centre, but it was what he said next that made her realize that she might have made a huge mistake. 鈥淔ine. But get ready to lose, sweetheart.鈥
A heartbeat later he dragged the flat of his tongue over her centre, and Nesta thought there was a very strong chance Cassian was right. She was going to lose. But she certainly wouldn鈥檛 go down without a fight, so as he kept feasting on her, she lowered her head until his cock was so deep in her mouth that its head hit the back of her throat. He was so long and thick that she could only stay like that for a few seconds, but Cassian鈥檚 answering groan and the way his hips jumped off the bed told her she might had regained the upper hand, if only for a few minutes. Smiling wickedly, she used her hand to pleasure him while she gulped down some air, then relaxed her throat as much as she could and took him in her mouth again. Cassian responded by sucking on her clit, letting his teeth graze it slightly and causing her to moan around his length.
As if that sound had flipped a switch inside him, Cassian became ravenous, thrusting his tongue inside her and hitting a spot that Nesta was certain no one had reached before. Her hips started moving of their own accord, matching the rhythm of Cassian鈥檚 tongue, as if her body couldn鈥檛 help but chasing its pleasure.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 it gorgeous, ride my tongue,鈥 Cassian rasped, hands tightening on her hips and guiding her movements. 鈥淚 want your juices running down my chin.鈥
Nesta moaned at his words and tried to cling to the last trace of her sanity, focusing on the delicious heat of Cassian鈥檚 member in her mouth and the way the muscles of his powerful thighs felt under her palms, but when he brought his attention back to her bundle of nerves, she knew with absolute certainty that her efforts were useless. Cassian was going to make her come faster than she鈥檇 ever come in her life, and without using his fingers or his cock, just his mouth. A mouth that she hadn鈥檛 even kissed before straddling Cassian鈥檚 face and diving straight for his hard length. The thought was almost enough to make her laugh, and if she had been capable of uttering a sound that wasn鈥檛 a moan or a strangled cry, she would have. At that moment, Nesta didn鈥檛 care about losing. She didn鈥檛 care that Cassian would never let her forget it, that he鈥檇 tease her about it and rub it in her face every chance he got. Nothing mattered beside the coiling in her lower stomach, the feeling of her walls clenching around Cassian鈥檚 tongue, the masculine sounds that reverberated through her entire body and set her aflame. When Cassian sucked on her clit again Nesta shattered, her cries muffled by the throbbing length still in her mouth. She had just enough presence of mind to remember Cassian still hadn鈥檛 come, so she bobbed her head a few times, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue around the head of his cock until he spilled into her mouth with a groan. She swallowed everything he gave her, relishing in the taste of him.
Cassian kept his mouth on her until the last wave of her climax subsided, holding her tight against his face while he lapped up her release.
Panting, Nesta released his length and fell on the bed, her head next to Cassian鈥檚 feet. She took pleasure in hearing how laboured his breathing was, and in her post orgasmic bliss she almost forgot that even though she had set the rules of the game, it was him who had won it. 鈥淒on鈥檛 get a big head about this,鈥 she warned.
His only answer was a kiss on her ankle. The gesture was strangely sweet, and it felt more intimate than everything they had ever shared before. Nesta felt the insane urge to place her head on Cassian鈥檚 chest and let herself be held by his strong arms until sleep claimed her. Instead, she got up and headed for the bathroom.
A hand tugged at her wrist, stopping her. 鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 decide on a prize for the winner,鈥 Cassian said. His teasing words contrasted with the vulnerability in his eyes.
鈥淚鈥檒l pay for your lunch tomorrow, alright?鈥 She answered, trying to free her wrist from Cassian鈥檚 hold, but he held firm.
His next words left her speechless. 鈥淎ctually, I want to pay for yours. Dinner, to be precise.鈥 His thumb began tracing circles on the inside of her wrist, the touch gentle and calming. 鈥淟et me take you on a date, Nesta.鈥
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incorrect-random-fandom20 hours ago
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*Gwyn after Nesta tells her to pitch her plan to the Valkyries for a mission*
Gwyn: VALKYRIES.
Gwyn: I stand before you... because if I were behind you, you wouldn't see me.
The Valkyries:
Nesta:
Emerie:
Nesta: *clears throat* Moving on鈥
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thewayshedreameda day ago
Nessian prompt:
We鈥檙e playing truth or dare and I just got dared to sit on your lap for the next two rounds but now I鈥檓 sitting on your hard-on and I鈥檓 kinda getting turned on cuz the 鉁╬ositioning鉁. We鈥檙e both tryna fix the situation without drawing attention to us but the fidgeting definitely isn鈥檛 helping 馃憖
Thanks for the prompt, Bby! I know you sent it as part of my follower celebration, but it worked so well for @nessianweek Day 4: Rivalry that I couldn't pass it up.
Enjoy!
Warnings for strong language and mature themes. Slightly nsfw.
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Nesta didn't know the last time she played Truth or Dare. She thought those days had left her at some point during undergrad, but apparently not. There she was, her last semester of graduate school, somewhat invested in a round of the game. The group had been playing for almost an hour, the drinks they poured becoming more and more stout as the night went on.
Gwyn and Emerie had convinced her to join them for a night out with the others, and to be fair, it had been quite some time since she'd allowed herself a carefree night out. Her sisters and Mor were there, as well as Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, and Lucien. Amren mentioned she would "see how things went", which meant she and Varian were staying in to fulfill their own agenda. There was no doubt that was for the best since their activities would likely scar them all.
It was Mor's turn, and her mischievous smile turned on her girlfriend. "Truth or Dare, Em?"
Emerie considered it for a moment, making a show of staring at the ceiling. One of the guys made a sound similar to a ticking clock, but she paid them no mind.
"Truth."
"Okay," Mor drawled, taking a long sip of wine. "Fuck, Marry, Kill; for Rhys, Azriel, Cassian."
Emerie's eyes grew wide, snapping to Feyre and back to Mor. Nesta dared to chuckle at her friend's tight position, earning a pointed glare reserved for the worst of traitors.
"Don't hesitate on my account," Feyre giggled, resting her head on Rhys' shoulder. "I'm curious."
"That's not a fair one!" Emerie argued, gesturing with her hands. "The answer is none of the above, on all counts. For more than one reason."
The three men had the audacity to look miffed at her rejection, even though none of them had any interest in Emerie. They'd all known each other too long for any blurred lines. Mor leaned heavily against her, a look of apology in her rounded, brown eyes.
"Fair enough," she conceded, pressing a kiss to Emerie's cheek.
"That's not how it works!" Cassian challenged. It was unclear whether his ego or strict principles motivated his outburst.
Nesta fought the urge to roll her eyes, to rise to the challenge in his voice like she usually did. But Emerie was her friend, and she wasn't going to take him pushing her lying down. The words left her with more snark than usual.
"Oh, would you come off it?"
His eyes snapped in her direction, locking in on her face like a predator circling prey. "Let me guess. You have an opinion."
Nesta's blood boiled, despite the fact that she told herself Cassian wouldn't get under her skin the next time they were around each other. She was 0 for... hundreds at that point.
"She answered it truthfully, so I don't see the problem."
"It's the way the question was framed, though. It's a game within the question. There were three options. 'None of the above' wasn't one of them."
Nesta loosened the reins on her eye rolling. Cassian was good for that. "No one made that rule."
"Sweetheart, the rules are pretty clear. But if you want to make sure they stay nice and loose so you can back out later, I get that."
Emerie cleared her throat, eager to redirect his challenge before the two of them escalated. "Show us how it's done, then. Truth or Dare, Cassian?"
His attention lingered on Nesta a moment longer, a familiar glint in his eyes. Her blood heated for an entirely different reason, and she was sure to berate it for doing so.
"Dare."
"I dare you to kiss Azriel," she said, grinning around the rim of her glass. "On the mouth."
Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, resigned to his fate. He knew Cassian better than anyone, and it was only a matter of time.
Without hesitation, Cassian said, "Oh, done. Tongue?"
A chorus of laughter drowned out Azriel incredulous curse in Cassian's direction. When she finally recovered, Emerie took mercy on Azriel and excused any tongue. Cassian didn't hesitate to lean toward Azriel, cupping him roughly by the back of the neck and planting a full kiss to his mouth. There were catcalls all around; not at all needed in the encouragement department.
Azriel turned his attention to Feyre, fully succumbing to his soft spot for her and letting her off on the easiest Truth ever. It was something to do with who she would most like to draw or paint of the lot of them, excluding Rhys. No surprises on her choice of Azriel himself, but to his credit, he didn鈥檛 preen at the compliment. He humbly nodded as if anyone alive wouldn鈥檛 want to catch those angles on canvas.
鈥淣esta,鈥 Feyre called, interrupting another quip she had been prepared to launch Cassian鈥檚 way. She couldn鈥檛 remember why. 鈥淭ruth or Dare?鈥
She took a long pull of her drink and licked her bottom lip. 鈥淒are.鈥
鈥淗mm,鈥 Feyre considered, and Nesta had to admit to being slightly terrified of how diabolical sibling could be in a game such as the one she played. It didn鈥檛 take long for her to realize she鈥檇 been right to feel that way. 鈥淚 think you two need to learn to get along. I dare you to sit on Cass' lap. Minimum of two full turns.鈥
Nesta鈥檚 nostrils flared. Cassian鈥檚 red hot challenge bore a hole into the side of her head, and all she could hear was his taunt from before.
Sweetheart, the rules are pretty clear. But if you want to make sure they stay nice and loose so you can back out later, I get that.
She snapped her attention to his face, suppressing the urge to throttle him for the narrow-eyed smirk he offered. Angling his large body backward, he draped a muscled arm across the back of the couch and eased his thighs open. Cassian wouldn't be the one to back down, she realized.
"Fine." Nesta threw back the rest of her drink and set it roughly on the nearby table.
Cassian's eyes were sparkling, his smile feline. He tapped his thigh with his free hand to goad her, and she wondered if he鈥 if they鈥 would ever tire of the constant challenges. Nesta sauntered over and dropped heavily into the center of his lap, earning a loud oof.
"Fuck, Sweetheart," he fussed, gripped her waist in his large hands to rearrange their position.
The heat of his hands, the scrape of his calluses; they came together to monopolize her focus. She was almost sure that others were amused by their display, but her world was singularly focused.
Cassian cleared his throat while he eased her into a position that better balanced her weight. The tension eased from her thighs as she settled, only for him to shift her again. Nesta let out an exaggerated sigh at his constant fidgeting. The only silver lining to the near motion sickness she'd no doubt endure as a result was the steadiness of his grip against her.
The reason for all his maneuvering revealed itself seconds later. Nesta had been initially impressed with the muscle tone in his thighs, how firm the muscles felt beneath her. They were nothing in comparison to the very obvious hardness pressing against the swell of her ass.
Animated conversation continued around them, and Nesta took the opportunity to turn and offer an accusatory glare. He hissed against the pressure of her movement, sending her eyebrows into her hairline.
"Are you really h鈥"
"Shh!" Cassian ordered, clamping a hand over her mouth. "Can you not announce that shit to the entire room?"
Nesta blinked incredulously and dragged her tongue against his palm. He grimaced, rubbing his palm against his jeans as if she'd poured acid onto his skin.
"It's not my fault you can't... control that," she hissed.
"Well, shit, Nesta. When's the last time you had a beautiful woman on your lap and had to keep your boner in check?" His whisper was low, frantic. There were words that latched onto her nerves and left goosebumps in their wake, even when she barely heard them.
"It's only two turns," she managed, swallowing against the dryness in her throat. "Then, it'll be a non-issue."
Cassian's hands clung to her hips once more, the delicious grip of them even firmer than before. "You can't get up now; not in front of them." He gestured with a jerk of his chin to the rest of the room. "They're savages."
A laugh bubbled out of Nesta's chest, and surprisingly, it was more due to the unlikely alliance forged by biology than her pleasure in his panic. The irony wasn't lost on her, but she didn't get to dwell on it for long before Cassian started strategizing.
"We're supposed to get along, right?" He paused, waiting for the excessive noise level to settle around them. Someone must have performed a solid dare, and Nesta was mildly concerned that it hadn't managed to be a blip on their radar. "You're gonna have to keep fighting with me."
A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "To be clear, you want me to argue with you so that we can hide this?" She rocked back into him for emphasis, and a pained sound left him. Nesta was grateful for the small silver lining that was her private arousal, otherwise she and Cassian would be in the same boat. The way his eyelids fluttered didn't help.
"I'm asking your for a small favor. When I get my shit together, you're free to go. I'm not exactly happy about it either."
Another smile teased her lips. "Small?"
"Mother's tits. Just turned around."
Nesta complied, if for no other reason than to hide the chuckle she'd been trying to choke down throughout the conversation. They engaged with the others as nonchalantly as possible, ignoring each other completely until opportunities arose to take opposing stances on anything at all. The rules of the game. Who brought the best drinks. If someone had successfully completed their dare or answered their question. Cassian had been correct in assuming the group would advocate for their continued canoodling since they weren't yet cooperating with one another.
"Nesta," he almost growled, sometime after a dozen turns of their faux discord. "This isn't helping."
She whipped around, noting the pained expression on his face. "Wait, is this working for you?"
Cassian squeezed his temples between his thumb and middle finger, looking as if he was in as much disbelief as her. The tragic part was that the arguing hadn't curbed her own body's reactions to him, either.
"That's what it looks like."
Nesta didn't cage it then, the full and melodic laughter that shook her shoulders and made her eyes water. He continued bracing his head in his hand while she delighted in his torture.
"That's awfully kinky of you."
"Alright, enough out of you," he grumbled, situating her for the hundredth time. "You have any better ideas?"
Tears pooled in her eyes, and she flicked them away. "I guess your only choice is to wait until the game ends, or someone causes enough commotion for you to adjust and take a break for a few minutes."
Cassian huffed, clearly unimpressed with her tactics.
"You'll just have to trust me, of all people, to keep your secret in the meantime," she stated, turning her attention back to the room.
His only response was a muttered curse before she felt his forehead drop between her shoulder blades.
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talkfantasytomea day ago
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Justified Confidence
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Nessian Week Prompt: Rivalry
Cassian and Nesta meet at a bar, and Cassian offers a challenge to determine the outcome of their night.
Warnings: None | Word Count: 2,111 | Read on AO3
a/n: As soon as this idea popped in my head, I knew I had to do it. Seems like something they'd do. Hope you enjoy!
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Nesta strutted into the bar, taking in the atmosphere around her.
There was really nothing special about Wings and Embers. The top floor was more like a dance club - the DJ already blasting the music, loud enough down on the first floor to be heard but not to hinder conversation. The downstairs was more of a true bar. The walls were a dark red, peppered with wall lights that were dim enough to provide an 'ambience', as they would likely call it. Between the lights were various photographs of the skyline of Velaris.
In the center of the room, the black-painted bar stood in a massive, squared "U", the ends of each side up against the back wall. And scattered around the large room on either side were booths and tables for people to sit at after they got their drinks.
Thinking of鈥esta walked straight up to the bar, finding an empty stool on the left side to sit on, and flagged down a bartender. She ordered a gin and tonic and then relaxed, scanning the room as she waited.
She hadn't even received her drink yet when she met a pair of hazel eyes fixated on her from across the bar, warm and twinkling with something akin to mischief. She held the gaze as the bartender handed the gin and tonic to her, and then held up her glass in return as the man lifted his, a half-smile on his face.
Nesta had barely taken a sip when the man stood and started toward her, revealing his near-monstrous height. He walked surprisingly gracefully for being as tall and broad as he was - probably three times as wide as Nesta - his t-shirt tight enough to reveal the corded muscles on his bicep and hint at an uncommonly chiseled chest. She couldn't stop her eyes from rolling over his body before snapping back up to his face, as handsome as it was rough, with hard lines that she could easily trace with her tongue. He had an almost russet hue to his tan skin, and his ebony hair had the tiniest hint of a wave, flowing to just above his shoulders.
She would have been embarrassed for staring so blatantly, were he not doing the same thing, his eyes trailing the bare leg that she had crossed over the other.
Nesta was wearing a simple black dress, the bodice tight until it reached her hips before flaring out in a skirt that didn't even reach mid-thigh. Over it she had on a fitted leather jacket that fell to her waist, the sleeves scrunched up to make them more three-quarter lengths for the evening. And she opted for no tights or socks, only a pair of black, heeled booties on her feet, leaving her legs free and easily admired.
"Well, you're rather bold, aren't you?" she taunted by way of greeting. He was now leaning against the bar, standing just to the left of her stool, which she'd pivoted in to face him.
"Would you have preferred it if I just eyed you from across the bar for an hour first?" he asked in a rough timbre that sent shivers down her spine.
She smirked up at him. "That's what most men would do."
"I'm not most men," he shot back with a playful smile.
"Too concerned about the competition? There do seem to be quite a few good options for me here tonight." She looked around the room to emphasize the point.
He chuckled, the sound low and heavenly. "Some good ones for me, too. Yet here I am."
"So confident," she sighed. "Who's to say you could get any of their numbers, or even mine, for that matter?"
"Is that a challenge, sweetheart?"
Nesta offered him an innocent smile. "I didn't say that. And my name isn't sweetheart."
"What is your name, then?" he requested, his eyes never leaving hers, as if he were mesmerized by a swirl of blue and grey.
"Tell me yours and I'll decide if mine's worth sharing."
He grinned at that response. "I'm Cassian."
"Interesting name," she remarked, not wanting to stoke his ego by calling it beautiful. "Nesta."
"Nesta," he repeated in a whisper, accentuating the second syllable slightly, making Nesta's toes curl. "Well, now that that's settled, I do accept your challenge."
"And what was my challenge, exactly?"
"You want proof I have options," he explained, a knowing smirk on his lips telling her he knew she was blatantly aware that he could get almost any person in this room. "Let's make it a contest, eh? See who can get another person to offer their number first. No asking for it."
Nesta felt her eyes sparkle at the concept, a wicked smiling growing. "And what are the prizes."
"If I win, I get to take you out," he stated. "I'll let you choose your prize."
Her face scrunched for a moment as she contemplated the offer. "If I win鈥ou take me back to your place and show me whether or not that confidence is justified."
"Doesn't sound like I'll be losing, sweetheart," he murmured.
"Then it's fair."
Their eyes remained locked on each other for another moment, the tension between them thick and tangible. Then Cassian downed the rest of his drink and walked off, searching for his first target.
Nesta laughed to herself and took another sip, waiting for another man to catch her eye. Or, at least, be attractive enough she could convincingly flirt with him.
She was just finishing her drink when a presence appeared at her side, tall and broad enough for her to know he was fit and strong, but nothing compared to what Cassian was. Looking him over, the only similarity she found was the length of his hair. Beyond that, he was the complete opposite to the other man. Pale with a golden glow, blonde hair, emerald eyes, and a refined face that made him look like he could be a prince. He was good looking, certainly, but after Cassian, she found herself rather unimpressed.
"Need a refill?" he offered, taking the spot Cassian had been standing in, resting an elbow against the bar as he met her eyes. His movements were graceful, to an extent, but still a bit stiff, and the smile he offered her couldn't be described as 'easy' the way all of Cassian's had been.
She smiled politely up at him, tucking her loose, golden brown curls behind her ear. "That would be lovely," she responded, her voice schooled into a flirty tone. Nesta could hear the fakeness in it, but she doubted he could - she was well practiced in donning a mask.
He requested the bartender get her another gin and tonic, on his tab, and turned back to Nesta. "I'm Tamlin."
Weird name. "Feyre." No way was Nesta giving him her real name. She probably shouldn't have used her little sister's, but she doubted it would be an issue. Feyre never ventured out of the Sidra neighborhood in Velaris, let alone end up all the way in Illyria on the opposite side of the city. It was too 'seedy', as she and her obnoxious fianc茅 often said, but Nesta loved it.
"It's lovely to make your acquaintance, Feyre," he crowed.
"Likewise鈥amlin." Accepting the drink from the bartender, she took a sip, her eyes landing on Cassian, who was sitting at a table, twirling strands of some blonde's hair in his hand as he met Nesta's gaze. He gave her a smug smirk that heightened Nesta's resolve, even if what she really wanted to do was pull all that bitch's hair out and then drag Cassian to the alley out back.
So she looked back at Tamlin, offered him another smile, and began a conversation, asking him about his work and hobbies. He enjoyed talking about himself. A lot. Didn't actually seem all that interested in Nesta, which was all the better for her. Fewer lies she'd need to come up with.
Instead, she was able to focus on laughing at the right points, asking him follow-up questions, appearing interested and doe-eyed, the latter something he definitely seemed to enjoy. She would place her hand on his arms and chest every once in a while, every time her eyes locked with Cassian's, and she'd smile to herself whenever the brown in his hazel seemed to turn red at the sight.
She spoke with Tamlin for almost an hour, and was about to call it quits and find someone else when he received a text message that had his face falling into something close to rage. It wasn't a good look.
"My apologies, something just came up that I have to handle," he sighed. "But, I enjoyed the conversation. Could I, maybe, get your number? Maybe we can go out sometime?"
Nesta inhaled sharply, grimacing slightly as she tried to look like she was thinking it through. "I鈥 don't know," she murmured, confident that the shy demeanor she was attempting to present was exactly right.
"How about this: why don't I give you my number, yeah? And you can call me?" he offered, pulling out a business card.
Nesta nodded as if that were an acceptable alternative and took the card, giving him a fake, small smile as he closed out his tab and bid her good night. She waited for him to be out the door before standing up, card in hand, and heading toward where Cassian was still sitting with the blonde, now struggling to hide the boredom he seemed to be feeling.
He looked up as she walked over to them, his eyes widening at the sway in her hips and triumphant grin on her face. Without stopping, she dropped the card on the table in front of him and then placed herself near the doors to the bar.
She watched as Cassian picked up the card and read it, realizing what it was. His eyes sparkled with something she couldn't quite read as they met hers, and then he was quickly making his excuses to the girl he'd been hitting on before he stood up and headed straight toward her.
"Looks like I w-"
Cassian's lips crashed into hers before she could finish her sentence, one arm snaking around her waist while he lifted the other, brushing his fingers into her hair. His lips were warm and soft, even when filled with an intensity she'd rarely felt before. It was more than just a show of feeling, it was a claiming. And as he pulled her tighter to him, telling Nesta exactly what effect watching her flirt with another man had on him, she felt herself moan, her lips parting on their own accord to let Cassian's tongue sweep in.
His taste was familiar and comforting, like the kiss of snow and a sparking embers, and she melted into it as she'd done so many times before, unable to help herself. Her hands sat on his chest, holding the fabric of his shirt tightly as he deepened the kiss for a moment before gently pulling away and resting his forehead on hers.
They were both smiling as they shared breath, once again drowning in each other's eyes.
"That was fun," Cassian huffed, chuckling softly. Nesta couldn't help but laugh with him. "I think it's best if we not do it too often, though. I got way too close to punching that guy when I saw him place a hand on your thigh."
"Seems like it worked to me," she teased, giving him a quick, soft kiss. She hadn't been expecting Cassian to propose such a challenge when he'd suggested they go out and pretend they didn't know each other, that they were meeting for the first time. She'd expected some heavy flirting until one of them cracked. This鈥s much as she'd wanted to tear into that blonde - physically or with her words, either would've worked - she couldn't deny she'd never been so ready for him to take her. "Let's go home."
Cassian beamed at her, at the words she used, still fairly new to them - they'd only moved into their shared apartment a few weeks before - and it took her breath away. She offered him a full, sincere smile back and noticed the hitch in his own breathing before he was kissing her again, passionately.
"Yes," he whispered against her lips after another minute. "Let's go home."
Each wrapping an arm around the other, Cassian placed a kiss to the top of her head as they walked out the bar, a sweet and tense anticipation growing with every step they took toward their home.
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a/n: I know it's weird to use Tamlin in something like this, but you know he'd find Nesta pretty if he thinks Feyre is. And I just couldn't bring myself to use someone else, like Eris or Tarquin or Helion, in a scenario where Nesta was only ever using them for a contest like this. Even if I do have Nesta using one of them in other stuff, it's typically in a way that could offer them something at some point, maybe. lol
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meher-sumedhaa day ago
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Gwynriel : *intense making out in the training ring*
Nesta : *eyes open wide, watching with utmost intensity*
Cassian : *sighs* Do we really have to sit here and see them? Aren't we like violating there privacy or something-
Nesta : Shut up it's free porn. *continues watching them intensely*
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gwynberdara2 days ago
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for it was music between their souls. always had been. and his voice was her favorite melody.
@nessianweek day 3: music
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gopeachllamaa day ago
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what love looks like in ACOTAR
Rhys picking up that dagger to kill amarantha, even though he knew he had no power against her. Feyre on starfall, wearing the dress Rhys' dead mother made for her even though they lived lifetimes apart. Rhys' "I look at you and I feel like I'm dying". Feyre sacrificing herself by going back to her abuser to protect Rhys and their family.
Nesta draping herself over Cassian's broken body, ready to die with him. Cassian always watching over Nesta when she was at her lowest, always trying, always caring, always reaching out his hand. Nesta knowing from the moment she first laid eyes on him. Cassian taking a dagger to his own heart becuase he'd rather die than be the one to harm Nesta.
And that's all amazing. Really, top tier romance. Chef's fucking kisses. But now I want that for Elain and Azriel. They are the final piece of the puzzle. 3 brothers 3 sisters. I want all of that. The rising tensions, the uncontrollable desires, the quiet understandings, the heartbreak, the sacrifice and the sweeping declarations.
elriel are practically halfway there, so it just make sense. They make sense. And it's going to be EVERYTHING
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