for the drunk prompts: affectionate drunk cassian trying to cuddle nesta while she’s reading one of her romance novels
500 words or less prompt: 544 words oops
Cassian stumbled through the front door, trying to be quiet but completely failing. He assumed his girlfriend was asleep, considering it was just past midnight, and he really didn’t want to wake her.
She was cranky when woken up from her sleep.
Azriel and Rhysand had kept him out way too late. He was too old for this shit, and yet, it was fun to let loose for once. All he did was work, and then come home, and it was only one of those things that he looked forward to. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gone out with the boys, and now, as he was stumbling through the foyer of his townhouse, he was beginning to remember why.
After kicking off his boots, he padded to the stairs and took them each one by one. His eyelids were drooping, his body feeling light. With a firm grip on the banister, he made his way to the second-floor landing and let out a long, slow breath.
As he approached the bedroom, he noticed a light was still on, the bedside lamp, it looked like.
“Nes?” he called, her name slow coming from his lips.
She muttered a response that he couldn’t quite place, but then he appeared in the doorway, and snorted.
Still awake, but in her pajamas - one of his old tees, Nesta was sitting against a series of propped pillows, her nose in a book.
“I thought-thought you’d be asleep,” Cassian said, falling into the bedroom and plopping down on the bed.
She eyed him for a moment before returning to her book. “I got distracted. And it’s Friday, I have tomorrow off.”
“Hmmm,” Cassian hummed, yawning, as he crawled across the bed and dropped himself down right next to her, his arm tossing over her waist. For a moment, all was quiet, but then his eyes began scanning the page of her book, and he froze. “Holy shit, you’re-you’re reading porn.”
Nesta tensed. “I am not.”
“That page alone says penis in at least ten different ways, Nes-.”
She snapped the book shut before looking down at him, his head against the pillow, with daggers in her eyes. “You’re drunk.”
Cassian’s grin spread across his lips, slowly. “And you’re naughty.”
After setting her book down on her nightstand, she reached up to turn off the lamp, and the room went dark. When she settled back into the bed, Cassian was halfway on top of her.
“Care to elab-elaborate on your book of the night?” Cassian asked, into her ear.
She shoved against his chest, but her laughter was quiet. “You smell like shit. Go brush your teeth.”
Cassian groaned, but did as he was told. After hurrying into the washroom, he removed his shirt, and his jeans, and his socks, and brushed his teeth before going back into the bedroom, where Nesta was bundled up in their comforter. He crawled up behind her, wrapping his arms around her body, pressing his abdomen into her back.
“There,” he breathed. “Bet-Better?”
“Good,” he said, yawning. “Now we can try what those characters were trying on that pag-.”
“Go to sleep, Cass,” she said, shortly, but he knew she was smiling, even in the dark.
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