Wingspan (ACOSF fanfiction)

Cassian strode into the dining room to find Nesta already there, finishing her breakfast. Her hair was undone, spilling over her shoulders, and she still wore her silk nightgown. When she saw him walk in she pulled her dressing gown tighter around herself.

"No need to cover up on my account." Cassian teased. "Nothing I haven't seen before."

Nesta said nothing. She spooned the last bit of breakfast into her mouth and got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Cassian stopped her by standing in the doorway and resting his arms on either side of the doorframe, blocking her exit. "Training isn't for another hour."

Nesta was reminded just how big he was. He took up most of the doorway. She couldn't get by unless she crawled under his legs, and that probably wouldn't grant her escape. Annoyed, she explained to him "I wanted to get there early and work on a couple of things." She looked at him expectedly, waiting for him to move. He didn't.

"I'll come with you." He said, eager to just be with her.

"No." Nesta shoved him with all her strength but he barely moved. He smirked down at her as her hands and forearms pressed against his solid chest. She thought back to what it had felt like pressing her up against the stone wall.

Her dressing gown came loose and fell open in the struggle. Cassian's eyes glanced down to the part of her slip that curved over her breasts. Her nipples pointed up beneath the fabric. She let go of him and closed it again.

"Move." She said, crossing her arms.

Cassian's hand let go of the doorframe and reached out to lift her chin so she was looking him in the eyes. "Nesta, where are your manners?" He teased.

Nesta knew she wasn't getting by if he didn't get what he wanted.

"Fine, you can come train with me." She wanted to practice for the next time he got in her way. Cassian smiled and let his arms fall to his sides.

"Although, you should probably eat something before we go." She reasoned. If Nesta left him at breakfast she could sneak out without him seeing. "We don't need you passing out due to starvation.

Cassian's lips curved up in a smile. "You're right." He said, "I should eat something."

Nesta was about to claim her victory as Cassian moved away from the doorway. But instead of moving towards the table, he stepped into her and pressed his body against hers. He leaned over and covered her lips with his. Nesta was right, he was hungry. He flicked his tongue into her mouth and held her hips against him.

Nesta was about to push him off her when his hand reached down to grab the hem of her slip, then slid up her leg to between her thighs. He pressed his thumb against the apex of her. She moaned into his mouth.

"Cassian," she panted in a mix of pleasure and annoyance.

His hardness was forming and he reached to adjust himself in his pants before pressing it against Nesta's stomach. He groaned at the contact. There was too much fabric in the way. Cassian slid Nesta's dressing gown off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His hands snaked around her body and grabbed her ass. He lifted her up and set her on the dining table.

He was going to devour her. He kissed and bit his way down from her neck to her chest. He palmed her breasts over the thin silk of her slip.

A throbbing took hold between Nesta's legs and she gave in to him. She let him slide her slip down and take her nipple between his teeth. He bit gently, sending her head backwards.

Cassian wanted to make Nesta come. Enough playing. They had limited time before the other guest in the house got up to eat breakfast, and he wasn't going to let him interrupt them like last time.