NESTA & CASSIAN

You Have Quite A Lot To Learn

Cassian, the bastard born Illyrian commander of the High Lord's armies could not wrap his head around the fact that he was so unsettled by a bleeding female. An ex - human - newly - made - fae female nonetheless.

He didn't particularly had any problem with her body's transformation. Well that wasn't entirely true, he did have a problem with it - a pleasurable, hot, distracting him from doing his duties problem. The kind of problem that messed with your head, the one that made you think only about the delicious curves of her body. Her full lips, wet and swollen. Her large breasts bouncing up and down in rhythm with his thrusts.

Cassian was fucked, he realised. He was thoroughly and utterly fucked because he had to contain himself and his thoughts while he was training Nesta. He was training the impossible woman he couldn't get out of his mind and he was so distracted that she actually managed to punch him - twice - in the jaw.

He was going to go insane if he had to keep going without being able to do all of those things he wanted to. He knew exactly how good he could make her feel if she only let him.

She never would though. Not even if she lived to be a million years old, not even if the world depended on it. Nesta was that stubborn.

"Keep your feet apart, Nesta." he growled as he shoved her off balance for the third time. "If this was a real fight you would be dead by now." 

Nesta's gray - blue eyes snapped to his face, as if her train of thought was interrupted by him, she then narrowed her perfect stormy eyes, hardening her magnetic features into a scowl. She planted her feet apart and attacked him with such speed, it was almost impossible not to block her blow. Thank the Cauldron for Cassian five hundred years of training, otherwise the times that she would have punched him today would have been updated to four.

"Wound a bit tight these days, Nesta?" Cassian asked, putting his infamous grin on as he knew what effect that had on this woman. He was certain that he had said those words to her before but nonetheless the expression on her face was worth it.

"Oh." she breathed. "I don't know, I mean I did die in a the Cauldron and came back to life as this insufferable creature and you know - " she paused talking, her breathing ragged as she striked at Cassian's outstretched hands. "There is that issue that my sister is now spying in our enemies hands and my other sister is mated to the beasty Lord's emissary. And then there is Hybern -" another striking punch met Cassian's pats. 

But it weren't the words that made Cassian watch Nesta closely. It wasn't the clumsy way she punched his open palms. It was the sharp intake her breath she took, it was that little gasp that made him stare at stormy eyes decorated with  dark crescent moons under them, it made him stare at her thick golden brown hair, thrown up in a messy ponytail that fell down her spine, it made him stare at the pale skin of her exposed collarbones.

That little sound made Cassian stare and see right through her soul and realise that Nesta Archeron was... stressing.

"Everything is going to be fine, Nesta." Cassian said, his voice low. Her stormy eyes met his, she raised an eyebrow in doubt. Cassian didn't blame her, instead he said; "I promise, Nesta. Everything will be fine." 

Nesta's arms dropped to her side, her fighting stance disrupted. Cassian wanted to protest but a male instinct deep inside of him told him to keep his fat mouth shut if he didn't want Nesta's knee connecting with his balls again. She looked at him like she wanted to rip off his face.

Nesta scoffed at him, shaking her head in disbelief before bracing her feet apart on the training ring and bring her knuckle, white fists to her face again. She striked at Cassian.