Sarah J. Mass One Shots

Distraction

Lysandra twirls her hair with her fingers, vaguely paying attention to the handsome man in front of her. He was talking about his family, or something.

The shifter stands straight, no longer leaning on the pole. Her back groans in protest, and she politely denies the man of what he wants from her. Her body. She excuses herself, walking away swiftly.

His face falls as the beautiful woman walks away, to be taken up swiftly by another man.

Lysandra takes the hand of a male with glistening brown hair and bright green eyes. He wants to dance, and as a lady of the court, she must oblige.

They twirl around the dance floor for a song, before she goes to get some punch. Every man here seems to want to talk to the young enchantress, all except one.

The only one that Lysandra wanted to try to court her.

Aedion laughs at a lovely girl across the room, and she winces. Her eyes fluttering up, to see him with a gaggle of women giggling behind fans and gloved fingers.

Lysandra's heart plunges, and she hardly hesitates as the next young man takes her for another dance. And still his laugh echoes in her ears, as the man talks about himself.

She smiles at him, taking in his features. He was handsome, she supposed, and well enough bred to think he was entitled to her attention.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name.," she says, no shame tinting her voice.

"Camden," he answers in a heavy masculine tone. She can hardly suppress the urge to roll her eyes, as she smiles at the handsome man.

"Camden, why don't we leave this party."

He smiles, hardly holding back his glee. "That sounds good."

Lysandra needed to get away from the party, and more so Aedion. See how he likes it when she flirts with every damn guy, and then leaves with one on her velveted red arm.

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Aedion watches at she goes, a small sigh escaping his mouth when he spys the handsome man she has on her arm like some jewelry.

The general assumed he could make a good enough accessory, but never good enough for her.

So he surrounds himself in the giggling group of ladies in soft dresses.

~

Lysandra'a maroon dress spills on the floor, like a puddle of blood, as she quickly obliges to the mans clear wishes. The lady steps away from the fallen dress, jumping to straddle Camden.

Not an ideal situation, but better than staying at that gods damned party.

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Aedion leans against the wall of Lysandra's room, listening to her moans.

He should have turned around when he first heard them, but he couldn't. He shouldn't be sitting on the floor listening to something so private. 

Aedion had left gaggles of women, to do whatever he would have done if they hadn't started, but it was too late anyway. He was too late.

He gently pulls himself from the wall, and walks back down the hall to the party.

No point in eavesdropping.

~

"Damn Camden, that was really fucking good." She says pulling her dress back on.

He grins, readjusting his tie, "well maybe I'll see you again sometime, lady?"

"Maybe you will. Will you be around at many of the royal functions?"

"Yes, my father is an important merchant, so we're around often."

"Well then, Camden," she says putting a sexy sort of emphasis on his name, "I probably will see you again."

He just grins. "I can't wait."

She exits her rooms, the man following close behind. "So Lysandra, how can you still walk, and in those heels?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, most women I'm with  can hardly stumble around after I fuck then so thoroughly."

She smiles sexily, "I'm not like most girls."

He laughs at that, running a hand through his midnight black hair. "Indeed."

~

Lysandra smiles across the room at Camden, her boyfriend. They had been dating a few years now.

Her heart still pangs whenever Aedion looks her way, but they were happy together, her and Cam.

The young merchant picks his way through the crowds to her, a mischievous glint in his dark brown eyes.

"Hey love, I don't think that dress fits you. We should go check."

She laughs, letting him lead her away from another one of Aelin's extravagant parties.

"So baby, I'm assuming you don't want to make altercations to my dress?"

"What gave it away?"

She smiles, closing her door behind them, pressing her body against his.

"Just a hunch."

Eh, idk this is cute I guess, but poor Aedion. 😔  must be so sad.

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