cutthroat fanfiction (helion + nesta x cassian)
Though Nesta shook the doorknob, Helion didn’t take the cue to unlock it. Frustrated and flushed, she pivoted and started down the hallway. Maybe he wasn’t wrong — Cassian would take care of her.
She wandered almost blindly, the walls blurring around her. They seemed brighter than usual and she had no idea why. But it didn’t matter; Cassian was what mattered. And his room was just down the hall.
Her feet tripped over themselves as she made her way there. When she reached his door, she didn’t even bother knocking. Instead she leaned her whole body in as she turned the handle and practically fell into his room.
She recovered herself quickly, only to stumble to the side as soon as she was upright. It was so hard to stand with the room spinning so much.
“Are you drunk?” Cassian asked, moving toward her cautiously.
He was glowing, just like Helion. Why would he think she was drunk? Honestly.
She took another step toward him, nearly toppling to the side. She was only saved by his wide hands steadying her hips. It was the perfect opportunity.
Nesta slid her hands up his arms and around his shoulders until her arms were stretched up around his neck. His brows were furrowed as he looked down at her — not what she expected for their first kiss, but she could make it work.
Without hesitation she pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him hard on the mouth. His arms wrapped around her waist seemingly unconsciously, as he hadn’t started kissing her back. She took this as encouragement, moving one hand up to cradle the back of his neck, letting her fingers stroke the hair at the nape of his neck.
Only when she opened her lips to press her tongue to the seam between his did he pull away.
He groaned audibly, his fingers tightening on either side of her body. “You’re drunk.”
“No I’m not!” She stomped her foot to accent how serious she was being, but this just made the corners of his mouth twitch up.
“Helion didn’t let me do this either,” she said, pouting.
He practically jumped away from her. “What?”
She pitched over sideways without him, catching herself on the bedrail and giggling. “His flowers made me want to fuck him. But he said noooooo. He said Cassian will want you.”
Cassian pulled her back into his chest. “Okay, sweetheart. I understand.”
“He said I wanted you,” Nesta added, to make up for whatever he was upset about.
“Helion knows best,” Cassian said comfortingly.
“I do,” she said dramatically. “I do want you.”
“And I,” Cassian said, backing away from her only to tuck her into his side and lead her across the room, “want a nap.”
At the sight of her face breaking, of her eyebrows tilting down so sadly, he smiled gently at her. “Will you take a nap with me, Nesta?”
Torn between the throbbing of her core and how much she wanted to feel his body wrapped around her while she slept, she tugged herself out of his grip and looked at the spinning, brightly-colored bed. How could he sleep on that? His room was so blurry.
Then she looked down at her feet. “You don’t want me?”
Cassian reached for her chin and tipped her face up so she was looking into his eyes. “I do. But I’m tired. Can we take a nap together and then talk about this as soon as we wake up?”
This sounded like a fair compromise, so she nodded and climbed onto his bed.
Once he was curled around her, the way she’d always dreamed it would be, it wasn’t hard for her to block out the way her skin was tingling and fall asleep thinking of his hand curled around hers.
tagging all who asked for a part two (thanks for inspiring this indulgent fluff piece): @sparkleywonderful @ships-and-saints @xjellllx @asteria-astraeus @rowanismybae as well as the cutthroat fanfiction creator @yalenayardeen