MESTA PLUS CASSIAN WHICH IS NOT A NESSIAN PROMPT PER SE BUT U FEEL ME
I DO FEEL U. bless Alicia. This is the best Nessian ot3. I couldhave done sin but apparently I went down the domesticity road instead so ???Here we are. A little bit angsty...and I’m not really sure what happened but...I hope u like it anyway, Alicia.
Nesta settles herself more comfortably in Mor’s embrace. They’recurled together on the sofa, Nesta has a book propped open in her lap thatshe’s been reading to her for the past hour or so, Mor is supplying gratefulcuddles while they do this.
As Nesta turns the page onto the next chapter however, Morinterrupts her. Leaning down and tilts her face up, softly kissing her and inspite of the distraction Nesta can’t help but kiss her back. She smiles into itand indulges her for a long moment, reaching a hand up and winding it throughMor’s thick golden hair and holding her against her mouth for a long kiss.
When she draws back, though, her brown eyes have a distant look inthem. Nesta can feel the tension in her, notes the way her eyes keep dartingtowards the huge floor-to-ceiling window that fills most of the opposite wall of their townhouse, as though she cansee out of it, all the way to the distant Illyrian camps, to him.
Nesta coaxes her down to her and kisses her again, only a briefbrush of lips, then says quietly, “He’s alright.”
“Thank you,” Mor mumbles back, though she’s still not looking ather, eyes fixed on that window again.
Nesta would have felt through the bond if anything had happened toCassian but Mor, lacking that connection, that ability to feel him when he’smiles away, is prone to panicking instead.
“It’s just a routine visit,” Nesta continues, stroking her hair andtrying to soothe her.
“I know,” Mor bites out, her voice a little sharper than intended,her arms tightening around Nesta as they snap out of her. “I’m sorry,” shewhispers quietly and Nesta looks up in time to see her squeezing her eyes shut,composing herself.
She squeezes her arm gently, “It’s alright.”
She can’t blame her for this. Being separated from either of themdoesn’t bother her typically but Cassian returning to camps that have been fraught withtension and the assassination of key leaders and being away from them for solong without any way for her to reach him has her on edge.
She’s hidden it well, kept herself as busy as possible, maintainedthat perfect mask of bright cheerful irreverence she wears so well but Nestaknows better. When they’re alone like this, in their home, in a space where shecan be intimate and vulnerable, it emerges. That panic, that worry, thatconsuming terror that perhaps he won’t come home this time, that she’ll losehim, as she lost Az.
Nesta slides gently out of Mor’s arms and reverses their positions,wrapping her in an embrace and kissing the side of her head. As she feels hertrembling she can’t help but scold her, “You should have said something,”she says, voice quiet but stern. “If things were this bad you should havetold me and I could have contacted him.”
“It’s not been that bad,” Mor mumbles but that only causes Nesta to roll her eyes.She’s as bad as Cassian when it comes to admitting that she’s hurt or that shemight need help.
“You’re shaking, Morrigan,” she says quietly, giving her a softsqueeze. Mor closes her eyes, resting her head against Nesta’s shoulder, eyesclosed.
“I just want him home,” she murmurs quietly.
Nesta kisses her, “He’s due back any day,” she reminds herquietly.
Mor lets out alittle irritable huff, “I want him home now,” she grumbles, but her mouth twitches up just alittle into a small smile.
Nesta kisses her once more then slides out from underneath Mor,taking her hand and drawing her to her feet, “Come on,” she says quietly,tugging insistently on her hand and leading her out of the neat living room.She raises an eyebrow but consents to follow Nesta obediently out of the roomwhen she doesn’t give any further explanation of this sudden departure.
The water around them is pleasantly warm, sinking into her soremuscles after a day of non-stop meetings and arguments. Mor has her arms aroundher, occasionally scooping water out of the bath and trickling it over her hairto rinse the soap from it while she lies content in her arms.
The bath itself is probably closer to a small swimming pool than abath. They had wanted a space they could all fit comfortably into and Cassianbeing the hulking mass that he was, not to mention the wings, had requiredsomething special.
It was worth it though, she thinks, nestled in her partner’s arms, lettingthe warmth seep into her bones. It does Mor almost as much good, steeping inbubbles and surrounded by the soft scents of her favourite bath salts, some ofthe tension finally eases out of her muscles, to Nesta’s relief. She hatesseeing Mor so agitated and worried when she’s usually so bright and groundedand settled.
They’ve been twined together for all of twenty minutes before thedoor bangs open and only the reassuring tug on the bond stops Nesta jumping andreaching for her power, as Mor had done.
“You prick!” Mor snarls at Cassian as he ambles into the room andgrins at them, apparently rather pleased at himself for having managed to makeher jump.
“Your reflexes are terrible,” he informs her blandly, without somuch as a prelimanry ‘hello’ after weeks away, starting to strip off hisboots and socks, “You’ll be in the ring tomorrow bright and breezy.”
Mor growls at him and sends a wave of water from the bath cascadingover him, which Cassian is too slow to avoid. “My reflexes are just fine,”she bites out irritably, glowering at him.
Nesta hides her smile as the two of them start bickering back andforth, as though Cassian had never left and Mor hadn’t been spending sleeplessnights worrying about him for the past three weeks.
Cassian continues to strip out of his filthy leathers, grinning atthe two of them. When he makes to approach the bath however Mor holds up ahand. “You’re filthy,” she grinds out at him, eyes narrowed, the armaround Nesta’s waist tightening as she draws her closer.
“Sure am,” Cassian says, sounding altogether too pleased with thisfact. “That’s generally why people take baths you know, to get clean whenthey’re dirty.”
“There’s ashower in the corner,” Mor tells him sweetly, “I’m not having you ruiningmy calming bath by having me swim in all the dirt you’ve trailed back from theIllyrian- Cassian don’t you dare-”
The reprimandcomes entirely too late and a moment later the contents of the bath areslopping over the sides as he lowers himself gracelessly into the bathtub. Howcan he be such a deadly force of nature on the battlefield but like this when he’s at home with themNesta has never been able to fathom.
“You pig, Cassian!” Mor barks furiously at him, glowering at thelittle patches of dirt that are already starting to float on the surfacealongside the pristine white bubbles but knowing better than to order him outnow.
Nesta detaches herself from Mor’s side and bobs towards Cassian togreet him, not having managed to get a word out between their bickering.Cassian smiles as she gets within range of his huge arms and a moment laterhe’s slid a hand around her waist and has drawn her closer to him. Nesta givesan indignant little huff of protest at the filth that covers him but still tipsher head back and allows him to kiss her, slowly and deeply, while Mor grumblesabout her being a ‘traitor’ in her corner.
Drawing back however she eyes Cassian critically, having felt atwinge in her back down the bond when he’d pulled her towards him “You’rehurt,” she says quietly, frowning at him.
At once the sound of Mor’s good-natured grumbling behind them cutsoff and all the lightness that had blossomed in the wake of Cassian’s returnseems to die. His face tightens and he peers reproachfully down at Nesta beforereturning his gaze to Mor. Nesta glances over her shoulder and looks back ather too and bites her lip, regretting the words as she takes in the tightnessof her muscles, the suddenly ashen colour of her golden skin.
“It’s fine,” Cassian says quickly, his voice low and reassuring asMor’s throat bobs, hands clenching into fists beneath the surface of thewater. “I’m fine, it’s a scratch, barely even that.”
Nesta moves behind him, clearing away the bubbles and prodding athis back. The cut is almost healed and seems only to have been prevented bywhere Cassian’s leathers have rubbed against it as he flew. She probes gentlyat the wound, making Cassian squirm, though he tries to hide that fromMor.
“What happened?” she asks, her voice utterly flat and empty, alwaysa warning sign.
“It was a training accident,” Cassian replies at once, his voice lowand soothing. He smiles slightly when he adds, a touch of pride in his wordsnow, “One of the girls, actually, one of your girls.” Nesta flicks her eyes upto Mor to see if the mention of one of the female Illyrians succeeding inslipping past their commanders guard will draw a smile from her but she doesn’treact. Her arms are crossed over her chest, her eyes flat and cold. ThenCassian continues with a soft smirk, “Been teaching them bad habits, haven’tyou princess?”
Nesta elbows him in the ribs making him wince and look downreproachfully at her as she scolds him through the bond. His head jerks upagain as Mor speaks once more.
“You came all the way back here with an injury?” Mor says behindher, a deadly calm lacing her words.
Cassianreaches out and scoops her towards him, pressing her against him. Mor doesn’ttake her eyes away from his face as he does so, “I wanted to see you again,” hemurmurs to her, “I mis-“ She wrenches away from him, snarling.
“How couldyou be so stupid?” she snaps at him, slapping the surface of the water with ahand, her voice trembling.
Lookingdesperate, Cassian opens his mouth to answer back but Nesta reaches out andtakes Mor’s hand, squeezing it. She holds her gaze as she says quietly, “He’salright.” She leads Mor over, elbowing Cass again to make him turn so that Morcan see.
Shewordlessly studies the injury, the cut is long and red at the edges where hisleathers have rubbed it, stopping his immortal blood healing it on the flightback, but it’s shallow. Mor reaches out, examining it, pressing gently at thepurple bruising and making Cassian hiss irritably.
Light flaresas she pulls on her power, despite the exhaustion lining her eyes and begins toheal him. Nesta stops Cassian from insisting that he doesn’t need that and thetwo of them watch her as she heals the cut and then the surrounding bruise, theskin knitting seamlessly together again. Mor presses gently on his back a fewmore times then, seeming satisfied, moves back to his front.
Withoutanother word she slides her arms around him and presses her head against hischest, eyes closed. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles against him, her breathing ragged.Cassian presses a soft kiss to the top of her head, big broad hands rubbing herback and stroking her hair to calm her down.
“It’s okay,”he says softly, “It’s okay, I’m home now, it’s okay.” Mor nods, still pressed against him, but Nesta sees hersoften slightly.
Groaning,Cassian slides down and sits on the raised portion of the bath that acts as aseat when all three of them bathe together. Once he’s settled he reaches outwith the hand not still stroking Mor’s hair and tugs Nesta against his otherside, shifting Mor over a little to make room for her. Leaning down he kissesthem both, slow and deep, and lets them both nestle closer to him.
With a softrustling his wings close around them all, tucking them in close and wrappingthem in his warmth, his scent. “I missed you,” he rumbles softly to them, kissingthe tops of their heads and they smile and bury in against him.
At leastuntil Cassian reaches for one of Mor’s expensive bottles of soap and flicks thecap open with a thumb. Mor’s answering snarl echoes around the bathroom wallsand Nesta hides her smile as she growls at Cass again, “Don’t you even thinkabout-“ Before he smirks defiantly and squeezes a large blob onto his palm.
Mor startsranting at him again and Nesta smiles, knowing that Cassian wound her updeliberately to take her mind off of his injury. Shoving the bottle vaguely toone side he slides two fingers of the hand not covered in soap under Mor’s chinthen kisses her. “I’ll make it up to you, princess,” he promises her with alazy smirk that has her shivering.
“You’dbetter,” Mor grumbles, picking up one of her shampoos and dumping a largequantity of it onto the top of Cassian’s head before rubbing it in.
“Oh he will,”Nesta says with a wicked smile, squeezing more of the soap out onto her handand proceeding to wash Cassian’s wings. He lets out a long, low groan, flaringthem out a little wider for her on instinct.
Nestanuzzles at his neck and Mor, grinning broadly and catching on at once startsrubbing the shampoo into his hair and agreeing, “Once he’s properly cleanagain.” Cassian, correctly interpreting how they’re going to torment him, sinksa little more deeply into the bath, trembling and cursing his luck that he evermanaged to fall in love with both of these wicked females.
