NESTA & CASSIAN

Naked II (Cassian)

He can feel her restlessness. The way her mind spins and turns. They it does not let her rest at all. He can hear the movement of her legs against the sheets. His ear prickle every time he hears her catch her breath.

Damn this human woman. She'll never let him get some sleep like this. 

He remembers the harsh lines of her face. The straight line of her nose. Her full lips. 

He hasn't been able to sleep these past nights because of her. Why should tonight be any different?

At last he starts to drift to that dark and caring place of sleep. But then - 

"Cassian?" He hears her whisper.

He wants to answer but the darkness is too keen on taking him. And he's bone-tired from flying and these past sleepless nights. 

She doesn't call for him again.

Until a low moan slips past those pretty lips of hers. Cassian's body startles awake. His eyes snap open en his ears focus only on that sound and then - 

"Fuck." He almost wants to laugh at the terrible fright in her curse. But he doesn't. He remains silent in hope - 

In hope that she'll keep going. Because this is what has been haunting his mind day and night since that moment he kissed her throat. 

Nesta keeps doing whatever she was doing before. The sound of the wetness between her legs has him turning on his other side. She doesn't even notice the bed shift. She doesn't even care that he watches her. He watches her while a fire burns in his chest. Lower.

Nesta moans. One of her hands lost between her legs and the other latched on her breasts. Her nipples visible and hardened through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She squeezes and stratches the skin there.

Nesta throws her head back. Then she turns to the side, towards him. As if she wants to reach over and touch him. As if she wants to see how he looks at her while she's consumed by hot blinding passion.

Her eyes snap open in surprise. As if her pleasure is too much for her. But she freezes as their eyes lock.

He never wants het to stop.

"Don't stop now, sweetheart." He says, voice hoarse. "Come for me."

He hears her tortured groan as she buries her fingers deeper inside of her.

She finishes with his eyes on her and his name on her lips.

He watches closely as her eyes fall closed in exhaustion. She's panting and trembling.

"That was hot." Cassian whispers without thinking. "It has also caused me a little problem that I will need to take care off in the privacy of your bathing chamber."

He shifts on the bed, getting ready to get the hell out of her house before his own thirst for pleasure and release consumes him. Nesta's hand shoots out. Her fingers spreading over his stomach. The wetness and smell of her is a torture. She pushes him back down onto the bed.

"Nesta." His warning echoes on the walls.

"Cassian." Nesta sounds hoarse. Her fingers travel lower, brushing against his hard -

"Don't." He warns.

He regrets it. He can feel her shame blushing on her cheeks. She retreats.

"Don't do that either." He growls.

"Do you want me to touch you or not."

Cassian turns his head to look her in the eyes. He's frowning. His body does want her to touch him. But his thoughts are... troubling.