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A late spring storm rumbled through the air, startling you from the pages of your tome. Peering from your spot on the velvety couch, you watched the rain cascade just beyond the confines of the magical sanctuary that surrounded Gale's tower. Waterdeep storms were frequent, especially as the sun grew warmer and the days grew longer.
You returned to your earlier position, lounging back against the arm of the couch with your ankles crossed atop the cushions. Though, instead of thumbing through the edges of the book to find your place, your eyes wandered across the room.
There, on the other side of the rug, sat your wizard. He, too, had been relaxing, entranced by the weathered book in his hands. Lightly greying waves of hair escaped the bun at the back of his head, fluttering around his face while his eyes scanned slowly back and forth over the ink.
It was a sight that you were still getting used to. Gale, relaxed. Within the safety of his home, with his mind his own and not on the brink of calamity. It was a good look on him.
"You're staring," Gale grinned, his eyes still glued to the pages.
Your cheeks warmed, though you didn't look away. "I quite enjoy the view."
He hummed, flicking his gaze to yours for half a heartbeat before returning to the book, sending a quiet thrill down your spine. "Something on your mind, darling?"
You bit your lip before sitting up, turning to place your feet on the cool stone floor. "I'm a bit cold."
He raised his brow with a smirk. You both knew that his sanctuary enchantment ensured that none of those within the tower would find anything but the comfortable warmth of the Weave in the air. Nevertheless, he indulged you, holding his hand out to you and uncrossing his legs.
"Come, darling. Allow me to keep you warm."
You practically launched yourself from the couch, crossing the room in only a few steps before you found yourself standing between his legs. You slipped your hand into his and he finally brought his gaze up to you. "How would you like me, Gale?"
"Just like this," he adjusted the arm still holding his book to open himself to you. "Right in my lap, if you would."
Your smile grew as you felt your fingers be squeezed ever so gently. "Gladly."
Your free hand carefully tugged up your skirt, maneuvering it out of the way as you nestled into your lover's lap. He held your hand for balance as you slotted your thighs on either side of his and lowered yourself onto him.
And the entire time, Gale didn't take his eyes from yours. Those dark brown irises that flashed with an ethereal purple mist of the Weave bored into you, holding onto your breath as if you hung the moon from your fingertips. His voice was a low timber, meant only for your ears. "Oh, how you distract me, sweet woman."
"You know you love it," you smirked, pursing your lips and pecking him on the tip of his nose.
He hummed. "I love you, my darling. And all that you are."
A warmth settled beneath your skin and your cheeks flushed as his hand found its spot at the small of your back. "As I love you."
He hummed softly and rubbed his thumb back and forth along your spine. "Go on, get comfortable. However you like."
You smiled and leaned forward, tucking your nose into his neck and slotting your bodies together. Your arms wrapped around him and you sighed a gentle breath.
The warm spice of the Weave filled your nose as you settled into him, and you felt his other arm lean gently against your shoulder as he resumed reading. The crackling fire lulled you, setting you adrift with every turn of the page. Time passed without notice, an easy stream through the space around you.
After a while, you felt Gale's hips shift ever so slightly beneath you, bringing you back to yourself. And in that moment, the need between your thighs made itself known. He had that effect on you, and it snuck up on you more times than not.
"Gale," you murmured, pressing a warm, open mouthed kiss to the juncture of his shoulder and neck.
He hummed, turning his head to nuzzle his nose against your temple. "Yes, my goddess?"
"I'm still cold..." a lie. In fact, you found that you were always most comfortable when held in his embrace. But you couldn't deny the desperate pulse that made your core ache when his breath hitched in his chest.
"Well now, we can't have that," his voice was low, husky. "I may have an idea or two of how I can keep you warm."
A smirk pulled at the corners of your lips as you barely shuffled in his lap. "And just what might you have in mind?"
"Lift your skirts for me," Gale murmured in your ear as his hand drifted around your hip to slip between your legs. A shiver sped across your skin when he slowly dragged his finger up your seam. "Already so wet for me, my dear. Must be careful not to ruin those pretty underthings of yours."
You breathed a chuckle and pushed yourself to sit up, his hand staying between your thighs to gently cup your core. And though Gale's eyes were still trained on the pages of his book, you couldn't ignore the ruddy blush that followed the veins of the orb down his neck. "Should I take them off?"
Gale hummed thoughtfully, and you watched his throat bob as he swallowed thickly. "No, I believe. I'd quite like for them to stay on."
You arched your brow and curled your fingers in the folds of your skirts with a smirk. "Then that's how they'll stay."
Gale hummed and slipped his thumb beneath the edge of the lace between your thighs. A soft shiver ran down your spine as he pulled your panties to the side. He dragged his slender fingers over your core, his middle finger passing through your center and lingering at your clit.
A keen escaped your chest as pleasure blossomed from his touch. Your cheeks warmed, though you knew he enjoyed any noises he could get you to make.
"I see we've had a similar thought," Gale murmured, dipping his finger down to play with your entrance. His touch was feather-light, barely more than a tease of sensation. "I love feeling how wet you get for me."
A soft gasp escaped you as he slowly pushed inside of you, dragging his finger along the sensitive upper wall of your core. "Oh, sweet thing you. Already wanting for me."
"Every moment of every day," you breathed, your thighs flexing with keeping you upright. "I would have you take me from the moment I wake until the moment I fall asleep. So I will happily take every bit of you that I can."
Gale groaned and you echoed him as a second finger slipped in with the first. He still kept his eyes trained on the book in his hand, though you could tell he wasn't truly reading. No, his attention was entirely yours, no matter how hard he tried to play otherwise.
"Please, Gale-" you rolled your hips and felt the pad of his thumb brush over your clit, sending a fresh wave of pleasure beneath your skin. He hummed with a grin before letting his fingers fall from your grasp, his hand still cupping your core.
"Alright, darling," he breathed, his voice a husky exhale over your skin. "Lift up for me."
As you raised up on your knees, Gale's hand fell to his own trousers. He quickly tugged the laces open and freed himself, hard and warm beneath you.
"Go on, my love," he held himself, slowly dragging through your folds with a hitched breath in his chest. "Make yourself comfortable."
Letting your skirt fall from your fingertips, you braced your hands on either of his shoulders as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. An indulgent groan crawled up your chest as he filled you.
You fluttered happily around him and you rolled your head back, closing your eyes once you were sat fully in his lap. Gale's breath ghosted over your chest while his hand moved from his cock to wrap around you and slide up your back.
"Temptress," he whispered, dragging his lips over your skin with a reverence akin to worship.
You chuckled breathily and met his eyes, deep brown blown out by his irises and flashing with those ethereal purple threads. "I don't mean to distract you, my love. Here, I'll settle."
You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing yourself fully to him. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed and felt him pulse softly within you.
Gale's hand traced up your spine, his fingers leading tantalizing patterns through your bodice. "Comfortable?"
Humming happily, you let your hands slowly wander over his back. "Mhm...you do always sate me so...fully."
Gale chuckled, then his breath hitched in a choked moan. "Do try to behave for me, darling. I'd like to finish this chapter while you sit, if that's alright."
You gave him a muffled noise of agreement as you turned your head to press a warm kiss to the silvery-threads of Nether in the crook of his neck. "Would you read aloud to me, love?"
Gale sighed, just barely more than a hum in the depths of his chest. Not an exasperated sigh, no. You knew as much when his lips touched your temple. He'd allowed himself, if only for a moment, to get lost in you. "I'm...not terribly sure you'd find interest in this, darling."
You leaned into his touch and ever so slightly flexed around him, relishing the soft noise in the back of his throat. "I find that practiced tongue of yours can draw my interest wherever it deems fit."
Gale chuckled and allowed himself a soft roll of his hips as he adjusted himself in the chair. A gasp of air left you and you clung to him, a needy thrum sounding through your core. Gale's hand settled at the base of your spine as he began to read, his elbow propped up to hold the book within his sight. His voice was low and quiet, one he might've used to lull a loved one to sleep with stories of adventure. Though there was a hint of heat behind it, a tumble in his throat that was unique to the times that he found himself draped in pleasure's embrace.
"The rain falling on the surface is drunk by the thirsty soil, and it sinks till, finding where the chalk is tender, it forms a channel..."
Following along from the middle of the chapter with no context was second nature. Gale did have a habit of rambling to himself, and all you really ever needed was his voice rumbling in his chest, coaxing you to nestle further into him.
As he continued, your fingers slowly wandered. Following the trail of Nether from behind his ear and down his neck, winding into the center of the orb in his chest. Slipping past the overlap in his robe, you ever so softly raked your nails through the fuzz on his chest. You could practically feel the hum of his words from their origin beneath his skin.
The paragraphs meandered like the trickle of water carving through rock as you found a peace in resting atop your lover. He pressed so fully into you, nudging against that spot within you that begged for his attention. And he was no less affected. Despite the steady tenor of his voice, a pretty blush stained his cheeks and spilled down his jaw. His fingers tightened on your hip every now and then, and you'd feel him shift within you before he would lose his spot in the sentence for half of a moment. He'd recover quickly, though the occasional drip of your combined arousals falling from you betrayed him.
Gale's breath faltered and he let out a soft grunt. "Veniam Iuva Me."
A crackle of energy teased the edges of your periphery as the blue hand floated at your side. You tipped open your eyes to watch as the mage hand took the book from Gale, holding it just as he had been.
His then-free hand moved to wrap behind your shoulder before slowly smoothing down your side. You hummed happily at his touch as his fingers reached your hip, dimpling into your flesh through the cotton of your skirt.
Gently kneading, he cleared his throat. "Shall I continue, dearest?"
"Mhm," your eyes fluttered shut once more, your skin alight with his touch. A fresh wave of arousal washed through you and you clenched around him, stealing his breath and making his fingers tighten on your backside, clutching your skirt in the whites of his knuckles.
"Behave," he groaned, a tight noise escaping his throat. "Only a few pages left."
You bit your lip as he continued reading. Staying as still as you could, it became more difficult by the breath to hold him, as his hands on you would be your downfall. His touch was reverent, as if in disbelief that he were allowed to touch at all. You ached for him, the embers of pleasure catching and crackling into a steady burn that threatened to overtake you.
Peeking an eye open, you saw the end of the chapter. One full page on the left, half a page on the right. Smirking, you knew just how to get into Gale's skin.
Your arms wrapped around his back to press your palms against his shoulder blades. Gale's hands followed, tracing up your spine and then back down to cup the soft rounds of your backside. Perfect.
Just as he rounded the final switch of the page, you oh so slowly rolled your hips. Not even truly shifting him within your grasp, but keeping him buried within you and grinding to nudge the tip of him against the spot within you that stole your breath.
Gale bit off a sharp moan before his own hips rocked with you, keeping himself just where you needed. You could tell the threads of his control were snapping, only a precious few scrambling for purchase to reach the end of the page.
"A-and in the next chapter, we will explore the winding cave systems that pass through the green mountains-fuck-"
Finally, that last thread frayed. Gale's head thumped back against the chair, gasping for the pleasure he'd been denying. The mage hand dissolved in a puff of energy and the book clattered to the floor.
"Please-" he breathed, his thighs suddenly tense beneath you and his hands roving to ruck your skirt higher up your legs.
You nodded, pushing yourself up enough to meet his eyes. They contained endless longing, a burning yearn for you that made you ache for any bit of him that you could reach. "Take me, Gale."
His hand, the left one, the one where three delicate strands of Nether stained his skin, stoked flames in its wake as it smoothed up your side, past your breast, to press against your throat. Not squeezing, nor holding. More a symbol. One of trust, and of devotion. "I fall so easily to you, my goddess."
His other hand, still gripping firmly onto your backside, began urging you up. Following him, you rose, keening deeply as each inch of him dragged out along your walls. Just as he almost fell from you, he guided you back, pulling you to him in a rolling wave in the harbor.
You fell into his grasp, leaning into the firm warmth of his hand on your neck as you filled yourself of him. He truly was the only being who could sate that desperate ache in your middle. With him buried in you once more, you ground your hips, the curly thatch of his hairs brushing over your sensitive clit.
Gale's verbosity had yet to leave him, honeyed words spilling from him as he guided you to slowly rise back up. "You brim with the wild, the chaotic resonance of the very meaning of this life. Oh, how I worship you."
You smiled and sank down again, finding a slow rhythm with the pleasure guiding the two of you. "Your poetry knows no bounds, though I know of a few all-powerful beings that might be offended-"
"Yours is the only altar that I seek," he breathed, wrapping his arms around your waist and up your back, pulling you to press his nose into the space between your breasts. "I will fall to my knees in devotion, pledging myself to my Lady with every breath that passes my lips."
Something shifted, and he pressed just right against that bundle of nerves within you, and you slammed your hips down to chase the climax that was building by the moment. "A-ah, f-fuck-"
Gale groaned and responded in kind, meeting your thrusts with just as much desperation as you. "Just like that, my goddess, allow me to serve at this temple, to feel the rush of your pleasure at my touch, nnah-”
In the moments before detonation, the world narrowed. All that you knew was Gale, his touch, how he filled you over and over and over again. The soft look in his eyes that so headily spoke of his devotion, the bolts of pure concentrated ecstasy shooting beneath your skin.
Those five breathless seconds when every muscle tensed and pushed a high keen through your jaw as you clenched around Gale. His voice was a hushed plea in your ear, begging to be given your pleasure.
And it was the truest relief when you fell, your release shattering you from within. You plummeted, sinking into Gale as he frantically sought his own climax. Wave after wave of blissful agony shook your bones, and just as your breath was returning to your lungs, Gale tensed with a choked cry. His hips stuttered and pressed deep, filling you completely before spilling into you. His fingers dug into your skin and his breath was hot on your chest as he let out soft shouts of his rapture with every aborted thrust. Your fingers tangled into his hair, clutching the waves and kneading gently as Gale coasted in euphoria.
You leaned your forehead down, pressing to his, your breaths mingling in the space between your lips. You were both sweaty and sated, and as he softened and fell from you, you missed the warmth that he filled you with.
"Gods above," he swallowed thickly and smoothed his hands up your sides. "I love you."
You smiled softly, running your thumbs down the line of his jaw. "As I love you."