It's late and you and Nesta are still talking after dinner. You're sitting on the couch on Nesta's bedroom balcony, chatting about anything, Nesta loved doing that with you.

You pour yourself and her some wine and continue to laugh when she mentions the fact that Mor is obviously interested in Emerie. You gossip about the inner circle and the books you’ve been reading, and about the dirty books you two like.

You stay in silence for a few minutes, just sipping your drink and listening to the sound of Velaris at night. You watch Nesta, and she watches you too. She looks at you with a fondness that not even her sisters often experience, well, those were the benefits of being her mate.

The city is so quiet at night, i think the only thing you can hear is Rita's music from here at this time. Which is not surprising. Nesta says rolling eyes before looking away from you, but keeping you between her legs as she strokes your arm.