Nesta held her hands out to Cassian as song filled the air around them, her symphonia glowing softly with the magic contained within it. She giggled when he ignored her hands, simply wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her into the air to spin round,
"Oi! Put me down!" She laughed, "Do you want to learn, or not?" Cassian smirked as he placed her back on the floor, grinning when she took one of his hands and guided the other to her waist. "Now, you know the start, the first few steps are like a waltz," Cassian moved hesitantly, but Nesta nodded, following his steps, "Yeah, like that," she held up a hand to stop, "The next bit's harder,"
"Harder?"
"Do you want to look good, or not?"
"I always look good, Nesta," Nesta rolled her eyes, and guided him through the next few steps, then demanded they start again, adding one new step each time, until even Cassian was moving fluidly to the music, until he could do it in his sleep. Nesta swayed tot he music as she walked away, fetching a pair of heels to practice in, not the pair she'd be wearing at the ceremony, but they were good enough to practice in. She hummed along to the music as she made her way back to Cassian, not bothering to sing, but kept humming while Cassian spun her around the room again, getting better with each attempt.
"You need to loosen up, it's not a battlefield," Cassian huffed, "Follow your instincts, it's like when you're fighting, you have to move fluidly, smoothly, just instead of a sword, you have me." He pursed his lips, but the next time Nesta could see the tension releasing from his muscles, the worry disappearing with each step until he laughed, finally finishing the whole dance.
"Is your dress almost finished?"
"Honestly, I have no idea, Feyre keeps telling me not to worry about it, that she's sorting it all out, but I can't help it,"
"Well, you only get married once," Nesta couldn't help the grin that sprang to her face at those words, and she wrapped her arms around Cassian's neck, leaning against him,
"So long as you don't annoy me,"
"Oh really? Low blow, Nes, threatening to leave me now, are we?"
"Just keeping my options open," she teased, and yelped when Cassian spun them round, her back slamming into the wall, his arms caging her in,
"Better close them,"
"I don't know, what if you bore me?" Nesta's breath caught when Cassian leaned in, his nose just touching the side of her neck, and she grabbed at his wrists to keep her balance. Gods, he hadn't even touched her yet, and she struggled to control her breathing,
"Oh, but I'm so boring, aren't I, Nes?"
"Uh-huh, terribly bored already, maybe I should see if Azriel's got some better tricks," she yelped when Cassian gripped her chin, forcing her look at him, his gaze dark, but playful, he knew what game she was playing, and his raised eyebrow offered her a chance to back out, but she just stared back at him, she wasn't losing, not today,
"You don't want him." Nesta squirmed, but Cassian held firm,
"No," she muttered,
"Who do you want?" She didn't answer, still trying to squirm her way out of Cassian's grip, her heart pounding at the way he looking at her,
"Cass," she complained, but he didn't budge,
"Who do you want?" She locked her jaw, gasping when he pressed against her, his forearm on the wall above her head, the other hand still gripping her chin. She pushed against his chest, but couldn't get enough force to move him at all. Even when she lifted her knee to try and shove him off he just pushed closer, leaving her with her legs all but wrapped around his waist, and the effort of not using him to balance was too much. He pushed against her, and Nesta couldn't stop her little moan from slipping out as she felt his hardness pressing against her, "Who do you want, Nesta?"
"You," she muttered,
"What was that?"
"You," she repeated, louder, "Just you," Cassian released her chin, leaning in closer, his breath hot against the side of her face,
"You think Azriel can make you feel like this?"
"No," she whined, "Just you,"
"You think he can fuck you like I do?"
"No," she said again, gasping out his name when he nipped at her ear, his body pressing against hers, holding her still as she squirmed against him,
"Bored yet?" He chuckled, the sound dark and rich, and Nesta flushed at the rush of heat flooding straight to her core. Cassian grinned, and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, smiling against her skin when she tipped her head sideways, giving him better access, "You see how you respond to me?" Nesta didn't respond, too caught up in the feel of him, "My beautiful mate, always so needy for me,"
"Cass," she whined, "Please,"
"Please what? Use your words sweetheart," he chuckled when she ground against him,
"I don't know," she moaned his name when he nipped at the skin of her neck,
"You let me know when you figure it out," he murmured, carefully shifting his hips to elicit another moan,
"Please, more," she moaned, and her eyes flickered shut when he lifted her skirt just enough to slide a hand upwards,
"Like that?"
"Yes," she breathed, "Cass, Cass, more," she held his head against her as he slowly slipped a couple of fingers into her, moving slowly, then faster, tension coiling in her belly as she rocked against his hand, pleasure arcing through her. She tossed her head back, but Cassian caught it, stopping her from hitting it against the wall, crying out his name again and again,
"Come for me, sweetheart," he murmured before curling his fingers and pressing down on her clit at the same time. Nesta squealed as her vision fractured, panting Cassian's name again and again as he worked her through her climax. She panted for breath when he pulled his hand away, staring straight at her as he slowly licked the taste of her off his fingers, "It's only too easy, sweetheart."