NESTA & CASSIAN

Naked II

Nesta lies in bed and listens to the sounds Cassian makes as he sleeps. Or rather, the sounds he makes when he pretends to be asleep.

There is at least a mile of distance between them. Yet she feels as though he is lying on top of her. She feels his fingertips on her skin.

She feels her breath catch at random moments. Just as it did when he touched her that very first time. Nesta closes her eyes and takes a silent deep breath.

She squeezes her legs together. Her toes curl tightly.

Visions of his face swim before her eyes. Mouth soft. Hazel eyes blazing. And the way his scent surrounds her... so addicting.

She remembers exactly how his fighting leathers had felt under her palm. How she could feel his heart beating, as if she were holding it in her hand.

Her hands curl into fists.

She wants to reach out and touch him. She wants to reach out and take his hand. She wants to place it upon her chest. She wants him to palm her breast. Then she would slide his hand down her chest, over her stomach and lower. Just as she had the very night of the incident that occured between them.

She sighs lightly again. Her head cocks to the side. His face is turned away from hers but she can make out the harsh lines of his face. His eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

"Cassian?" Her whisper sounds like a roar in her silent bedchambers.

More silence follows her questions. Perhaps he is really asleep after all.

Nesta squeezes her eyes shut as she continues to get distracted by his bare shoulder. She sighs through her nose again.

She is going to combust.

She rests her hand on her stomach. Her fingers drumming on the satin of her robe. The fabric brushes against her belly button. Nesta sighs again. She stills her fingers.

She should have taken that bloody robe off before climbing into bed. It is as hot as hell.

Nesta unties the robe and opens it underneath the duvets. She feels a little bit of cold air brush against her skin. She sighs. That feels better.

She rests her hands on her stomach. Her night gown is thinner than her robe. She can feel her skin through it. She rubs her palm on her stomach, trying to sooth that fire burning on the inside.

Nesta closes her eyes and offers a silent praying to her forgotten Gods. Her hand slides lower. Just at the right place. Her fingers latch on herself as if on instict.

Her sigh is sharper and louder this time.

Her fingers of her other hand travel to her breast. Her nails scratching over her peaked nipple.

With both of her hands busy she forces her legs to open wider. Her fingers sliding wet over herself. She barely hears her own sighs anymore until she lets a low moan that rumbles through the sheets and mattress and wooden frames of the bed.

"Fuck" She says and stills.

Her ears strain but it seems as though Cassian is still asleep. She thanks whoever decided to listen to her prayers.

The moment her fingers resume their work she feels her stomach drop. She feels as light as a feather. Her hand shoots out, nails burying in the wooden headboard, scratching desperately as she turns her head to the side in passionate desire.

She's falling and flying and -

Her eyes snap open. Cassian smirks at her sharp intake of breath. His hazel eyes glow in the night.