Nesta
I walked down the ornate stairs of the town house, where we had all been staying since the war, and found Cassian in the kitchen. I held back my sigh. I couldn't turn back now - he had probably scented me. So I entered the kitchen and began to pur myself some strong tea.
"Good morning sweetheart" Cassian chirped, he knew I hated the nickname. I tried to ignore him, and what he made me want to do, so I just sipped my tea and looked out the window. "Sweetheart, you know you can't ignore me forever don't you?" he said and I huffed, flicking my gaze to him.
"I don't know what gave you the impression I was ignoring you, it seems you just enjoy my attention" I tried to snap at him but it came out weaker than I thought, more submissive. He still wore that insufferable smirk.
"It seems you are more than willing to give me some attention, you bicker with me so often." he drawled and I turned away to go back up the stairs, not wanting to pay him more attention. Scared of what could happen if I did. "Going so soon?" he called and I responded with a sharp "I'll see you at training Cassian". I felt his hot gaze follow me as I ascended the stairs to my room.
Cassian
I was in the training ring, throwing some punches, when I sensed her presence. I mustered a lazy smirk and kept punching, a little harder and faster than usual.
She stalked towards me and said "no need to show off". I grinned and replied "I'm glad to know you were looking". She clenched her fists a little and stepped to face me, her leathers clung to her curves, her breasts bulged fully against the fabric and I tried not to stare but failed miserably.
"What are you looking at, Comander?" she purred, or as close to a purr as the woman could get. It set me on fire. She waited for an answer, brows raised "you-nothing..nothing" I tore way my gaze and growled "training, now."
Nesta
He really was pathetic, he didn't even bother to hide his lust.
We threw punches for a while, but I was getting bored "When can I fight you?" I inquired, he snorted and I repeated the question. He stalked behind me and gripped my waist, the touch had me feeling something between seething rage and mad longing. He suddenly whispered in my ear "now" and then I was on the floor with him pinning me down. He had kicked my legs from under me whilst I was distracted.
I grunted and glared up at him but his fingers pressed to my lips. I couldn't breathe, I was so filled with fury and..and lust. "You just lost, you may have even just been killed or worse. This is why we do the exercises, to prepare you." He finally moved his fingers so I could speak and I growled again "I was distracted!".
Shit. That was the wrong thing to say, his smirk widened as he asked "distracted by what?", I was conscious of my burning cheeks and his position of power over me. I had to get him off of me.
I adjusted my position a little, leaning up to him as if to kiss, and batted my eye-lashes. He loosened his hold on me as he leant down to meet my lips, I was too quick for him as I slid from under him and flipped so it was me on top of him. He grunted under my weight, though I'm sure he could have pushed me off if he wanted to.
I tilted my head to the side "I beat you" I said, my lips hovering over his. I smiled sweetly and pushed off him, walking out of the training room.
I wanted to post this so I'm going to finish this in the next chapter, leave prompts for me in the comments/pm me! xX
