What Box Sweetheart?

@faenet Event: ACOFAS

A short Nessian Fic, taking place after the events in ACOFAS. word count: 1213

Spoiler Alert: Contains references to ACOFAS.

Author’s note: So this is my first Nessian fic. I’m learning and trying to figure out how to best format this in tumblr and in general because I haven’t written a narrative style piece of writing in a very very very very long time etc, so please be kind and I hope you like it. Writing takes practice and i’m even more in awe of all the fantastic fan fic writers who are producing content at an astonishing rate. So thank you, you’re awesome!

What box sweetheart?

The stars were bright against the black sky, the camp quiet. Nesta and Cassian had been sitting outside under lush furs and blankets staring into the darkness. Nesta cradled inside Cassian’s wide shoulders, his arms around her and her head resting just below his chin. She told herself, snuggling into him was only to keep warm but if she were honest she knew that she was feeling something more. He had adapted to having no fires, and she was sure he enjoyed this way of keeping warm too. It had been a long day and they were both exhausted but this cozy cuddling on the seat outside their illyrian house was enough for right now. Since leaving Velaris she’d ignored all illyrian advances, she had no idea how to navigate those wings in the bedroom and wasn’t ready to try. At least the high fae she had been sleeping with had anatomy similar to her own, illyrians were a whole other breed. These thoughts were dangerous, Nesta needed to shatter the domestic bliss that was settling over them. Things were getting too comfortable in this camp and she could give Cassian the upper hand or think he had a chance with her tonight. So she broke the silence and in a quiet but demanding voice asked,

“So what was in the box?”

He glanced down at her and tried to get more comfortable, shifting his weight further back into the chair.