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Feb 5, 2021 9:52:53 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 5, 2021 9:52:53 GMT -5
Aela's body was incredibly responsive to the way Cassian touched her, the way he seemed to need more, the way he gripped her possessively as he entered her. The pressure held no pain for her anymore, only a wild sort of pleasure, her hands clutching his shoulders as he entered her.
She could not maintain her teasing or wit as he moved inside of her- the only thing she was capable of was moving with him, whispering his name as her body was overwhelmed with the experience of him- his lean form above her, pinning her down with strong hands, and the heat of his moans in her ear.
This was far from the awkward, silent sex they'd had on their wedding night- it was wonderfully animalistic, hot and sticky and unrestrained. Aela wasn't quite sure where her body ended and where Cassian's started, and she no longer cared. It was easy to get lost in the passion, and she surrendered herself to it until Cassian came again, hands knotting in her hair as he stilled, breath coming in labored gasps.
When he rolled off her, she turned to him, a pleasant exhaustion sweeping over her. "Not bad, my lord." The teasing edge was back in her voice, but the flush of her skin and the glitter in her eyes told him that it was much better than 'not bad'.
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Feb 5, 2021 10:18:41 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 5, 2021 10:18:41 GMT -5
Cassian could feel the frenzy, the incessant need to just feel her, to satiate his own need, his messy head of curls buried in the crook of her neck as he sought completion. There were no more reflections or contemplations of the day, just two bodies moving as one. With one hand pulling her closer and the other rooting himself to the bed beneath them, it was a far cry from their first night together, as if they were completely different people.
And perhaps they were; Aela was no longer the shy virgin she was, and well, Cassian wouldn't say he disliked her the way he did when they first met. It didn't mean anything more than that–not yet, at least–but there was pleasure to be sought, and the man had always chased his own needs, after all. His lips met her neck as he sped up.
It didn't take long before he was grunting in her ear, stilling for a moment before collapsing on her and rolling off, his breathing laboured as if he had just run a race. Her teasing made him laugh; what was with calling him 'my lord?' It seemed like it was everyone's favourite title for him these days. He turned to Aela with a smirk.
"Not bad yourself," he snorted, his eyes already heavy from the alcohol and the exertion, as wrapped his arms around her lazily, "guess that means you're no longer a poor, inexperienced damsel, hm? Does this mean you're not going to be mad at me for the next few weeks?" His smug smirk was playful, as he leaned back, his head now spinning from the alcohol. Their exhaustion made it easy for them to fall asleep.
As the next morning came, it was clear that the alcohol really did flush through their systems. The servants must've known, because the sun was already streaming and they had yet to enter the room to clean up, and probably for good reason. Cassian was asleep face down in the nude, the blankets practically falling off the bed, with his arm still wrapped around Aela's waist, drooling into the bed.
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Feb 5, 2021 10:38:24 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 5, 2021 10:38:24 GMT -5
"I won't have the energy to be mad at you for a while," she said as he pulled her in, her thumb brushing along his cheek. Her body was warm and sedate against him, and she briefly noted how nice it felt to be held, to rest her head against the warmth of his chest.
Aela had spent all her nights alone up until marriage, which was fine. She could get warm in her bed with Olive. But this was a different kind of warmth- not just laying beside Cassian but curling up with him, taking comfort from this physical touch with another fairy. It didn't take long for her to drift off, into a deep, alcohol fueled sleep.
Normally Aela rose with the sun, following her strict morning routine and doing some reading by the window. But her slumber was long and heavy and not even the sun woke her up in the morning. When she did wake up, it was late morning and her head was pounding. Her whole body felt weak and non-compliant, and she groaned, stirring underneath Cassian's arm.
Was she sick? Was she naked? What had happened last night? After a groggy moment it all came flooding back, and she felt a hot flash of embarrassment sweep over her. Her conduct had been very unqueenly, and Cassian- Her flush tripled when she realized the proximity of their bare bodies and the intensity of their time together.
She couldn't think about that for long- the thing Aela wanted most at the moment was water, with the dry cotton feeling in her mouth. She stirred again, not quite willing to shrug off Cassian's touch but trying to reach the bell on her bedside table to ring for a servant.
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Feb 5, 2021 12:10:33 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 5, 2021 12:10:33 GMT -5
A groan left Cassian's mouth as the sticky feeling of his eyes seemed to protest against his waking. The boy lifted his head, looking left and right as if to gauge where the hell he was. Right. His head was still a haze, but he wasn't nearly as hungover as Aela was. He looked up to her face, amusement flashing in his eyes as he saw just how embarrassed she looked. And here he was, thinking she'd forget everything last night.
"Look who the cat dragged in," he laughed, before flopping down once again on the bed. It was too damn early to be alive, and he was pretty certain the rest of the gang would be sleeping in too. They weren't in any rush, that was for sure.
He eyed Aela as she tried to grab the bell.
"Ugh, what do you need?" he mumbled, "I don't wanna move and I don't think flashing the servants first thing in the morning's on your agenda, is it?" After all, they were both still naked on the bed and it seemed as if Cassian wasn't planning on moving at all.
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Feb 5, 2021 12:31:29 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 5, 2021 12:31:29 GMT -5
"Water," Aela rasped, pressing a hand to cover her eyes. Gods her throat was dry. She couldn't quite reach it, and she still did not want Cassian to stop touching her, so she gave up and resigned herself to an eternity of torture with her burning throat.
Why did people drink if this was the aftermath? She had certainly felt lighter and freer than usual, but she wasn't sure that that was worth the price she was paying now. And this headache was killer. Aela was rarely sick at all, and she turned a bit pathetic when she felt under the weather.
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Feb 5, 2021 13:17:18 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 5, 2021 13:17:18 GMT -5
Water? To be honest, Cassian could use some too. His mouth tasted bitter, his tongue practically stuck to the roof of his mouth. He groaned, rolling to his back, eyeing the pitcher of water on his bed stand. Practically dragging himself to the edge of the bed, he grabbed it, almost spilling it on the bed, before moving it to sit on his pillow.
"You good?" his voice was hoarse, as he poured the water straight down into his throat, before passing it to the other girl. Ah, that was better. He immediately flopped back onto the bed, curling up in the brief patch of sunshine that shone through the curtains just to keep warm. He was too lazy to grab the blanket. "How's your first hangover?" he mumbled, "you probably shouldn't have drank that much last night, but be happy you're not throwing up. It could be worse."
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Feb 5, 2021 13:38:38 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 5, 2021 13:38:38 GMT -5
"Why are you talking so loud?" Aela whispered, covering her ears dramatically before reaching to take the water. She gulped it down, washing the edge of her morning breath away. When the dryness was gone from her throat she set the pitcher down on her own beside table, and shoved her head under the pillow to block out the sunlight.
"It hurts," she groaned, shivering in the cool morning air. "Why did I agree to throw that party, again?"
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Feb 5, 2021 14:01:51 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 5, 2021 14:01:51 GMT -5
Cassian snorted. "You're asking me," he replied with a smirk, "word from the wise...never trust my little sister. Every good idea she comes up with probably has a catch."
Still, it had been a fun night, more than he had expected, really. As much as he had been embarrassed about everything, it was a welcome surprise to know that Aela really did get along with his friends. They weren't always the easiest bunch to love but it seemed as if perhaps, she really did have a heart. He smiled faintly to himself.
"Thank you, by the way," his voice had a rare softness to it, "for the party. It was...really nice of you to do that."
He knew he hadn't been...easy, and while one night couldn't possibly change everything, he knew that his opinion on Aela had...changed. He wasn't sure how, he just knew that there was something different in the air. Less anger and hatred...perhaps the faint chance of friendship? Kinship even? Last night had revealed plenty, after all, even things that he had never planned on addressing. As much as he wanted to give his friends an earful about telling her all of his most embarrassing secrets, it was nice. To actually get to know each other.
In more ways than one, the voice in the back of his head spoke. He stifled a snort at the thought. Right. Definitely in more ways than one, he thought as he looked over to Aela. Flopping around on the bed until he could reach the blanket, he tugged at it and pulled it around him like a burrito, before crawling like a worm towards Aela and sliding it across her body.
"You're cold," he stated, as he flopped back onto the bed. He was quiet for a moment. "How much do you remember from last night?"
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Feb 5, 2021 14:29:56 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 5, 2021 14:29:56 GMT -5
Aela clutched the blanket to her skin, relaxing. As long as she kept her eyes closed and her body relatively still, the hangover wasn't that bad. What was he saying? Something about having fun... and asking if she remembered things.
"Of course. I wanted you to feel... more welcome here," she said slowly, still fighting off sleep. "And if you're asking if I remember the sex, I do. It was nice. I also remember that I acted like a fool in front of your friends. But that was also nice."
She curled into herself, feeling the exhaustion overwhelm her again. "Now let me go back to sleep. We can go back to feeling awkward later." Later she would realize her feelings towards Cassian had also changed- and become infinitely more complicated. But now she just wanted to drift off for a few more hours, to let the hangover fade.
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Feb 5, 2021 14:55:50 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 5, 2021 14:55:50 GMT -5
His lips twitched into a faint smile as he closed his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't be such a little shit to Aela anymore, he thought lazily. She certainly proved that she wasn't all too bad, especially with a bit of alcohol in her system. He laughed as he slipped under the blanket as well. "You know, I think my friends like you," he mumbled, "they'll start adopting you and trying to corrupt you, don't say I didn't warn you about it."
It was nice too, that they got along. He could tell that Andi, especially, had her eyes set on Aela, either as a friend or something more, he couldn't be sure. He laughed lightly at the thought; whatever it was, Aela could use more friends. It was nice that Dante liked her too. Despite being his ex, the other boy had been his best friend for years. He'd never admit it but their opinions mattered to him a lot.
"Goodnight," he murmured as he went back to sleep.
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