** Secret Love Sentence Starters.

** secret love sentence starters.

“  meet  me  tonight  ?  at  our  spot  ?  ”

“  i’m  sorry,  but  you  know  we  can’t  do  this.  ”

“  you  almost  had  even  me  believing  that.  ”

“  don’t  you  think  you  were  a  little  too  convincing  ?  ”

“  i  wished  it  could  have  been  you.  ”

“  i  think  of  you  often,  even  when  i  know  we  cannot  see  each  other.  ”

“  i  cannot  keep  this  up.  ”

“  i  can’t  pretend  not  to  be  jealous.  ”

“  i  wished  it  could  be  you  on  my  arm.  ”

“   people  will  talk  if  you  continue.  ”

“  i  thought  this  was  what  you  wanted  ?  ”

“  how  can  you  lie  so  easily  ?  ”

“  as  soon  as  i  see  someone  else  close  to  you,  i  get  jealous.  ”

“  how  can  we  live  like  this  ?  pretending  ?  ”

“  i  don’t  know  if  we  should  be  alone  together.  ”

“  we  could  have  been  happy.  ”

“  it’s  difficult  to  be  so  close  but  not  be  able  to  kiss  you.  ”

“  i  broke  the  rules  for  you,  isn’t  that  enough  ?  ”

“  i  wish  that  i  could  stop  loving  you.  but  i  can’t.  ”

“  pretending  i  wasn’t  in  love  with  you  is  the  hardest  thing  i’ve  ever  done.  ”

“  maybe  some  people  are  only  meant  to  fall  in  love  with  each  other,  but  not  be  together.  ” 

“  i  love  you,  not  them.  ”

“  will  there  ever  be  a  day  where  we  can  tell  them  about  us  ?  ”

“  were  you  with  them  ?  ”

“  is  that  why  you  didn’t  answer  your  phone  ?  ”

“  i  missed  you  whilst  you  were  gone.  ”

“  i  hate  seeing  you  with  them.  ”

“  we  shouldn’t  do  this  here.  ”

“  you  love  me,  don’t  you  ?  ”

“  you  know  how  i  feel.  ”

“  please  remember  that  i  love  you.  ”

so he has noticed. her eyes flit across his face, from his strong brow, to cheekbones so sharp they just may draw blood if she dared to touch, down to his full lips and back (very quickly back) to his. it’s her turn now to blush, but she sinks her teeth into the inside of her cheek for a few moments – encouraging the blood to rush anywhere but the surface of her skin. it’s nearly impossible when the low thrum of his voice seems to nestle against her flesh, warming her from within. 

“yes,” she tells him, with a slight tilt of her head. “you’re one of the few things here that i don’t loathe to look at, so when you’re in my line of sight i simply enjoy the moment.” it’s an understatement of his beauty; of velaris’ beauty too. she turns her eyes up towards the silver lit skies and across the sidra to the glow of warm homes in the distance. in truth it’s a place full of beauty and peace, but she isn’t. witnessing it whilst sober reminds her of how little she belongs, so she tries not to look. instead she takes another sip of her wine, her expression bordering on smug. she relishes in feeling like she can reveal her thoughts to azriel without them travelling. at least, she doesn’t think he’ll repeat them. he’s a spy, not a busy body.

“and what are you doing over here, all alone? surely not waiting for me to argue with you about who out of the two of us is the prettiest.” 

there is heat in his gaze when she speaks but it is quickly masked and snuffed out. how is she able to sneak past his walls like this? perhaps she is not sneaking at all, but merely knocking and he allows her entry without thought. dangerous. such a dangerous thing.

" i don't go searching for it, nesta. " he speaks low, the goblet in his own hand barely drank out of. azriel then takes a long pull of it - he knows he's going to need it. " and just because i know i'm the most beautiful of my brothers doesn't mean when a beautiful women tells me i am, i still do not react. " a small ghost of a smirk takes his full lips, though it's over as soon as it began. " is this why you look upon me so often? "

tbh i did have plans to work through my drafts today but i'm not feeling 100% at the moment. later on i may but i won't make any promises.

the feel of azriel’s shadows on her back draws a soft gasp from nesta’s lips. although she has always been curious about them, she has never looked at them for long. only in passing when his back had been turned to her. it was one of the few things she thought may offend him – she never imagined she’d one day feel them on her skin. she didn’t know they could reach out and touch. the sensuous lick of now tangible air against her skin makes her body shiver and sing, but she doesn’t hesitate to follow their lead as they guide her into his lap. with just the slightest roll of her hips against his she settles there, vaguely aware that if he’d been able to sense her before, he must be able to feel her now; the arousal molten between her thighs. 

finally his hands are on her, his lips caressing her jaw help her to loose a sigh of relief. all at once she wants him in a way that borders on desperation, but also knows that she’d be content to stay like this for hours, azriel’s lips trailing dizzying kisses along her skin. it feels innocent somehow but she knows it’s anything but; that at some point this evening he’ll be inside her. she rocks her hips once again in a more deliberate attempt to feel him and rests her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, but it doesn’t take long for one to travel down his forearm. her fingers curl around his wrist and she lifts his digits to her mouth, kissing his fingertip before sucking it between her lips with a soft hum. it turns to a short burst of laughter when he calls her little witch, the name from his lips taking her by surprise.

“does that mean you want me to work my magic on you, azriel?” she murmurs playfully, eyes transfixed on his dark head of hair as she moves to swirl her tongue around a second digit. her own fingertips trail from his shoulder and travel the contours of his torso, and she pushes at the hem of his shirt to finally make contact with his flesh, her nails graze the skin with equal measure of confidence and care. “— you’ll have to ask me nicely if you do.” it’s nesta’s way of giving him an out - if he wants one - although she can’t help herself from nipping at his thumb as she watches him carefully from beneath lust hooded eyes; focused now more than ever on keeping her hips still. she's all too aware that they've already passed the point of no return (at least, for her they have) but she trusts azriel's judgement more than her own; wants him to have the final say.

he's more than apt at hiding his scent but chooses not to in this moment. he wants her to know, wants her to feel satisfaction at what she can do to even the strongest of warriors. giving back power to some that feel powerless - not that she is. she never has been, with those sharp looks and vicious tongue. and now she is something amplified - something much more powerful than ever before.

safe. safe was a word he grasped onto. she felt safe with him, which was not unusual but yet so. he very much doubted anyone felt safe around him on the receiving end of his fury but reserved for those he loved? he was fiercely loyal and protective. and she felt safe with him, which meant she also felt seen, heard, and protected. oddly, that warm feeling also flooded through to his desire to show her truly how safe she was under his watch.

every movement is noticed and noted by him; from how she looks and admires all of his features to how she shifts on her chair, wanting more of what they've started. when he fingertips trace the wood of the table when she moves, he can hear it.

azriel can feel her anticipation, the want for his reactions. he rarely has them but he also wants to please her as badly as she wants to surprise him. he allows his head to turn, her fingers on his jawline. her lips on the corner of his mouth has them perking, a funny little look upon his dark features. her kisses are soft but make a strong point. the one to his throat has his pulse quickening. should he tell her that was something he liked? perhaps she already knows. his shadows, like little wisps of smoke, dance slowly around her nude form and sensually move about her. he can feel her body without actually feeling her, though he wants to put his hands on her. was this permission? he turns his chair. azriel's scarred fingers find her chin and hazel eyes lock. his thumb rolls her bottom lip once and his own full lips part, " i like that you feel safe with me. " he tells her, his shadows pushing upon her back to guide her up, and then into his lap. his hands do touch her now, around her waist. his face turns, his lips caressing her jawline. " i think i'll like anything you give me, little witch."

"if there are two innocent beings here, then i must have been reborn on the mountain." the remaining weariness in her gaze ebbs away, making way for the glimmer of amusement. it lingers even as he pulls her in and although she's relishing their back and forth, she has no desire to continue the ruse and swat him away. nesta doesn't hesitate to curl into his side; and not only because it's impossible to resist his lips on her skin. the safety of his wing draped over her and the comfort of the loveseat are too enticing to deny.

"oh, i want to hit you often. you're incredibly vexing." her smile balances somewhere between saccharine and serene, but it's mostly hidden as she turns to press her lips against his shoulder before relaxing into him entirely. the only sign for a few quiet moments that nesta is still very much awake comes from fingers entwining with cassian's on her hip, gripping them as a reminder to herself that he's real; that everything is real. "— but you're also incredible."

cassian watches her fingers stroke the soft skin of the baby's cheek. it's such a gentle, kind touch. he knows she has always been capable of such things. a smirk is shown when she admits she has been wrong - so has he. many times. cassian then scoffs once more, feigning shock, "how dare you threaten violence! we are two innocent beings here." the lord of bloodshed practically gasping while placing a hand on his chest. a hand moves to pull her close into his side, sitting so close that his large body and wings slightly encase not only nyx but her with them. cassian's arm slides around her body, his hand resting on her hip. he leans in, kissing her jaw. " you don't really want to hit me, do you?"

Nesta and Cassian

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