Of Flames and Fury - A Nessian Drabble.
A/N: hey yall I know this is out of the usual for me but klarolinestan and I were talking and she basically said one word and I lost all impulse control. Here is a Nessian drabble. Post ACOMAF. Please review.
She had no idea why she agreed to this idiocy in the first place. All she wanted to do, all she had ever wanted to do was to keep elain as far away from this war, from the Fae as possible. Somehow they'd been thrown directly into it. Even more so after what had happened on Hybern.
She hadn't protected Elain. Just like she hadn't protected Freye. And now.. she caught her reflection in the mirror, took into account thepointed ears and the slightly sharper cheekbones of her face. Now she had failed not only both of her sisters but herself. With a small huff she reached up to pull a brush through her muted golden locks. It was no use, she'd never been as lovely as Elain, she'd never be as enticing as Feyre.
Any hopes she had once had for her future were completely dashed. The times when she would huddle around the dismal fireplace of their wrecked cottage hoping for only a little more warmth seemed like nothing but a distant memory now. She would dream of all sorts of things back then, of a time in her life where she could leave that wretched cabin and never return. To be free of her lazy neglectful father, of their circumstances. To never again know what it felt like to have the pangs of hunger clawing at her stomach. To feel the overwhelming anger as their father allowed his youngest daughter to destroy herself to save them.
Then Feyre had killed a Fae, and been taken from them. And Nesta, well, Nesta was foolish and hard headed enough not to forget like the others.
If she had forgotten the massive wolf shredding their door like it was matchsticks perhaps they wouldn't have landed themselves in this mess. Elain would still be engaged. They'd still be dressed in fine silks and be happily ensconced inside of their father's home where they would be safe. And Nesta, Nesta would still hate every moment of it. They wouldn't be newly turned Fae learning to adapt to their new bodies. They wouldn't be three sisters once again torn apart, or a woman having to deal with her own insignificance. She wouldn't have to deal with HIM day in and day out.
Their transition into the night court had not been a smooth one. Indeed even with Rhys's firm assurances that they would be safe within the walls of Velaris she could not be bothered to believe him. Didn't they understand, she didn't want this! She didn't want any of this. And Elain…. Her priority now was to protect Elain, poor grieving Elain who still even though it had been nearly two months could not understand. That intonation had been all well and good until she lit the damn house on fire.
"It was an accident." She had seethed at his terrible, beautiful, awful face. She hadn't meant to, light the house on fire that is, she'd more than happily sling insults at Cassian all day.
"An accident that nearly killed you and your sister." He continued causing her fingers to twitch against her crossed arms. She had slouched in the oversized arm chair that was currently surrounded by the members of the night court that Feyre liked enough to deem family.
"Don't you think I know that?" She did her best not to look at him. His voice was irritating enough without having to see the reminder of it being attached to that face. Rhys thankfully took the reigns.
"She had power intense power. Fire conjuring is rare, even in the Autumn court it's considered rare. I've only seen if myself a handful of time but that…" He was referring to the house, the roaring flames that had fed wildly, that had grown massive in milliseconds, which consumed everything and destroyed it in an instant. Not even the darkness that Rhys wielded could have stopped it. "…It was different than anything I've ever seen before." He trailed off again and Nesta couldn't help the scowl that settled itself on her face. Well, isn't that just perfect, She could cross worlds, barriers change species, grow pointy ears and be deemed a freak by everyone she'd ever known, and she still somehow managed to be different from every other person of her kind. "She needs training. Power like that could cause serious harm to others if left controlled."
From her side Casssian started to speak, and she forgot her earlier promis to ignore his existence. She turned to face him and pang of longing jolted through her as she looked at the handsome lines of his face. "Not to mention having that kind of power on our side couldn't hurt."
Fury rose within her. She felt every hair on her arm stand on end, vibrating with Electirity. As it had hundreds of times since she'd been changed the feeling of hot coals sparked underneath her skin. "You can find yourself a different girl. This is not my fight." She stood, ready to head back to her new quarters and far away from that bastard before she burned down an entire time rather than just a house.
His words followed her. "It's everyone's fight, you know that as well as we do."
She smiled as sweetly as she could while feeling firey ice pump through her veins. "That's funny, I wasn't aware you had the mental capacity to know anything."
"Coward." He countered moving a step closer to her, invading her space. Shoeving himself, his scent, the power rolling off ohis body into her senses where she didn't yet know and hadn't learned to keep him out.
"Enough." Rhys said clamly. So calmly that she doubted that a shout from him could have gotten the same effect. Everyone fell silent, Nesta and Cassian continued to battle with only the force of their glares. She could feel the blackness swelling around the High Lord of the Night court, restrained beautifully, with just enough pressure to remind everyone in attendance who was in charge. "Nesta I must insit that you train to control you powers. If you desire to join the fight to defeat the King that is your choice and your choice alone. We will not force you." He said we emptily, as if even know he was conscious of the absence of his other half from his side.
Cassian looked flushed from anger as he looked from both Rhys to where she stood. His words whispered through her mind, just as they had the first day they had met and he had confronted her about Freye.Coward.
"I'll do it." Surprise rippled through the room. Cassian's eyes met hers in absolute shock. His lips parting in his confusions. A smirk tilted upon Nesta's lips at the obviously confused look settled upon the Illyrian's face. He looked good not knowing what in the world was going on, which was good for him because she was certain he had to look around stupidly often. "For Elain, I'll do it."
And that Ladies and Gentleman was how she had agreed to training. Now what she couldn't understand was why it had to be with the most ridiculous, infuriating, irritating, egomaniacal army commander she'd every had the displeasure of meeting.
No. That wasn't true.
She knew from the visits to her father's house, the constant sharp remarks when he'd stayed there that there was not a single thing in both the realms that Cassian enjoyed more than pestering her. So, knowing him and the two brain cells he had to rub together he had probably volunteered for the opportunity to get his ass kicked every day.
And did he ever.
The first day she'd nearly blown his arm off when he told her that she'd have better luck with men if she didn't act like such a bitch.
The second day she'd surrounded him with fire the moment he opened his mouth about her sisters. It went on like that. Every day they'd meet in the morning to spar, he'd lash out at her, with words, with his sword until he pushed her into reacting. Into wielding the flames that danced underneath the thin layer of her skin. She was a dragon, a warrior, she breathed fire, and she never gave him any quarter.
It was two weeks before Nesta came upon a startling realization. That though she had gotten a handle on her power they had begun to engage in sword play and as she made digging comments regarding his manhood she was enjoying herself. She liked fighting. She liked having power.
Sword play turned to hand to hand. The insults never ceased, the bickering an endless stream from punches to elbows to the other's stomach. And it was there that she became more accustomed to her real body that she learned that those insults, the barbed words, the heckling sneers were done with purpose. To keep her together, to tear her apart so that she could sew herself back up. It was done for her to learn, for him to teach her. If only he could wield his tongue with as much skill as she could.
Being Fae was nothing like she expected. It was better.
She liked being strong. She liked the heightened senses.
Well…
The brush in her hand stalled as she looked down at her bare breasts. The dusky pink of her nipples were puckered into taunt peeks. A light blush had stained the tops of her cheekbones as the muscles in her abdomen flexed.
She needed to get dressed, she was already later then she normally was to training. And she didn't want to consider the things Cassian would harp her for when she arrived…
A picture of him cropped up in her mind, of his long hair dancing along his broad shoulders, the thick muscle of his arms covered in swirling black ink. The heat of his skin underneath her hands. The strength of his hands as he grabbed her. Her inner muscles clenched around emptiness and she let out a quick breath as she moved to her feet.
It was no secret that they were attracted to each other. Morrigan liked to make a joke about the very thing every chance that she could. But attraction or no, Cassian was the most annoying person on the planet and she'd rather die than give him the satisfaction of knowing that in the deepest parts of the night, it was his hands she imagined between her thighs.
She moved to the edge of her four poster bed and shifted her hair to the side, sliding her fingers through the wavy locks to section it off for her braid. She was halfway through her plate when the door swung open, a cursing, armor clad Cassian emerging from whence he came. "Of all the irresponsible, lazy, stubborn…"
He caught sight of her, his words died.
She steeled the heat roiling under her skin, the blush that threatened to break out and turn every tip of her body into a vibrant red. Instead as his eyes roved from her face, her breasts, the thatch of curls between her legss, to her toes and back up again she lifted her chin in defiance. A man had never seen her naked before, but she wouldn't let him know that.
"Ever heard of knocking?" She spat.
"Ever heard of showing up on time?" He parried. She humphed before turning toward her vanity mirror, continuing the weave of her hands as her braid came into creation. She was showing him her backside now, and she found that easier then looking directly at him. She only needed a minute to compose herself. Nothing more, then she'd be ready for their verbal quarrel once again.
"Not bad, with a little more work you might even begin to look like a woman."
Anger, white hot arched through her.
"You're lucky you weren't here a few minutes ago. That other Illyrian really showed me what being a woman is all about."
If she wasn't mistake, he looked like he was about to fly into a murderous rage. Satisfaction welled up within her, from her ability to needle him as easily as he needled her and from the desire to continue to prod the green monster living within him. With an elaborate waves she tied off the end of her braid.
"Like I'd believe that. Illyrian's have taste."
Cassian swaggered forward, his boots clicking against the stones of her chamber.
She turned her body fully, so that she was perfectly in line with him as he moved closer to her. His muscles were tight, his movements feral as if he was slowly stalking his prey.
"Oh he certainly tasted." She preened with a naughty sway to her hips.
He was before her in a moment. Nearly eight inches away, her naked body hummed as his proximity, her thighs pressed together as discreetly as possible. She wouldn't let him win this match. She wouldn't. He swayed closer, his eyelids lowering a fraction as his gaze skimmed along her face and down to her hardened nipples straining between them. She felt it just as violently as a physical caress.
"What a shame for him. Mortals are notoriously terrible kissers."
"Like you'd know. Who'd come near you?" She crossed her arms under her breasts lifting them higher, watching with delight as his eyes flared at the newfound position. His pupils dilated, leaving only a ring of burning iris. Her quim fluttered as he drug the pink tip of his tongue across his upper teeth.
"You'd be surprised." He murmured. The air was becoming thick, hot.
"Hardly. I try not to remember anything about Illyrians if I can help it."
He seemed bigger like this, more massive, more viral. His wings twitched behind his back, the only indication that he was as unsettled as she.
"Sounds like he didn't do the job correctly. Perhaps you need to find someone who knows what they're doing?"
She scoffed at that, shifting her weight to her right foot so her hip jutted out. His gaze devoured every movement she made as if he was committing it to memory. "And I'm supposing that would be you?"
"If I was inside you Nesta. You'd never forget it."
She was an inferno, she could feel her power pressing against her skin for release. She scoffed. In earnest this time, because not only did he push her body to its breaking point he had almost succeeded. "Please." She trained her face into that teasing smile she had spent a lifetime perfecting. "You couldn't handle it." She leaned down, not breaking eye contact as she grabbed her throw from the edge of the bed and brought it up to cover her breasts.
Silent hung between them. For a moment, then two as he stared directly into her, fire dancing in his eyes, or perhaps reflected from hers.
He reached forward plucking the throw from her hands and letting it drop to the ground. "Perhaps you are the one who couldn't handle it."
"And how would I know you'd even be able to pleasure me? It's an awful risk for something that you probably can't do."
He grinned, that wicked grin that made her want to run for the hills.
She went nowhere. Instead looked him directly in the eye.
"Because you'd tell me how good it feels."
She almost moved away. It was the end of her control, in addition to the fact that they'd wasted enough time where they could be training her to… well do whatever it was they were training her for.
His hand touched her skin and she was aflame.
The calluses of his hand rasped against satin as he made a path from her abdomen around to her lower back. Her body was alight with sensation, with pleasure, she wanted to purr into his touch, to claw at him until she no longer felt the ache inside of her. His hand moved lower, traveling down to her backside and needing the sensitive flesh in his palm. Her eyelids lowered, her body swaying to mere inches away from his own.
"Does that feel good?"
She grasped at every ounce of control within her as she steeled herself for her answer. "No."
He smiled as his hand moved up, and slowly traveled the span of her back before moving around, brushing the underside of her breast.
She gasped, and moved even closer, her body coming flush against his own.
"Does that feel good?"
Her head was moving in a whirlwind of desire. She wanted to end the ache inside of her, an ache that she knew without a doubt only he could satisfy. His gaze was as heavy as her own as he waited for her answer. "No."
His head moved to her chin, his nose skimming the line of her jaw. A whimper escaped her but she was past the part of her control where she could attempt to be embarrassed. His lips skimmed along the column of her neck, she rubbed her thighs together in agony. Her hand moved up to the thick leather around his neck, scratching the collar of his armor as she adjusted her hips until the length of him pressed heavy against her stomach. His whispered words were hot in her ear. "Easy Kitten."
Irritation was quickly washed away by the proximity of his lips. He pulled away enough for his gaze to once again meet hers. Her body against him, his hands tracing lazily. She was desperate. Desperate for him to kiss her. No more teasing, no more insults.
"Does that feel good?"
She knew, she knew that whatever the answer was she had to end it.
Her lips closed the distance between them and clashed into his own. Fire fed her. Her hands were tangled into his hair, his were clutching her trying to get her as close to him as possible. They world seemed to fade away and it was only the two of them, surrounding by flame and sensation. Locked in a battle for dominance that controlled every aspect of their life. Even this. She pulled away gasping for breath and he wasted no time to press his lips against her throat, nipping, laving until she was a trembling mess against him. She pulled on his hair, his name leaving her lips like a prayer. "Cassian."
She was in his arms almost instantly, his mouth set upon hers and his tongue massaged her own. One moment he was lifting her to him, the next he was laying her down on her bed, crawling over her predatorily as they kissed.
His wings flared out behind him, shuddering as her hands reached around his back to lightly claw at his skin.
His hips settled within the V of her legs and the heavy heat of him settled against her, rocking deliciously against her liquid heat. She knew that he'd be able to feel the evidence of his arousal, even threw the fabric of his trousers but she couldn't find it in herself to care, not when he rolled his hips and bliss shot through her. "Gods Nesta." He murmured, as he continued rock against her.
Breathy desperate moans escaped her as with furious hands she ripped at the fabric of his tunic. When it finally gave way she reached down to rid him of the only barrier separating them. Anything, anything to feel him inside.
He caught her hands, his lips dancing along her own as he chuckled lightly. "Not yet Kitten. There's no rush, we have plenty of time."
But there wasn't. Not when the fire roaring inside of her was about to combust, not when she felt like if she didn't reach a release she was going to burn the city to ashes. They'd been stoking this flame, dancing around this fire for months and there wasn't time for sweet, not when she wanted him so desperately. She rolled her hips letting one hand move up and lightly caress the silk of one of his wings.
He let out the most deliciously tortured groan she'd ever heard. She did it again and his mouth met hers with renewed fervor. This time when her hands went to his waist he didn't fight her as she pulled them down. He shifted awkwardly as he shuffled his coverings off and to the floor. The heat of him settled against her and she almost cried out in anticipation. He was big, bigger than she expected, but not big enough to deter her from what she needed with every fiber of her being.
She reached down wrapping his thick girth within her hand. He pressed his forehead to hers, reveling in the sensation of her hands on him. Words spilled out of him like water. "I didn't… I meant to go slow… to taste every inch of you…to make you cry with pleasure first…. I I should …."
"Don't stop." She pressed the thick head of him against her sex.
He moaned as the wetness of her covered his straining tip.
"Next time." He uttered, his mouth brushing against hers as he pressed and the tip of him notched between her folds. "Next time I'll make you beg me to take you."
"Never." She whispered and he chuckled again as he pushed himself a fraction of an inch deeper. She could feel herself stretch, and her body ached for and against the intrusion of him. His eyes met hers, and suddenly she couldn't look away. Her taunts from earlier came to her mind as she realized he may think that she was no longer a virgin, "I've…. I've never…."
"I know. I won't hurt you." With measured rocking he continued to fuel her while he slowly worked his way within her. Her body was at a fever pitch, so intent on completion she barely noticed the loss of her innocence. Not with the feel of him seated inside of her felt so deliciously depraved. The noises she was making were no longer human, and Cassian's answering grunts as he set a steady pace for his thrusts where intoxicating. With a tug he adjusted the angle of one of her thigs and suddenly she was singing. Her body arched off the bed, her world fracturing as a climax unlike anything she had ever experienced tore through her. She saw stars, and galaxies as one wave of pleasure hit her then the next.
She clung to him like a lifeline, as the feel of his flesh dragging against her inner muscles drew out her pleasure. He followed her with a roar. His hips snapping into her so fiercely, his head buried into her neck as he rode out his release.
They lay that like that for a long time.
Nesta for the first time in her life completely without thought. Only a heavy sense of peace.
With a tremendous amount of effort he rolled to the side, bringing her to nestle against his side. After a long while they regained their normal breathing, and it wasn't until Cassian's questioning face looked down at her that she realized a satisfied smile glowed from her face. "What?"
"Who knew that the easiest way to shut your mouth was to put it to good use."