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Tav lounged against a plush pile of pillows with a book in her lap and held out her cup for a refill as Gale popped the cork on a second bottle of wine for the evening, a reward for making through another tough day in the Shadow Cursed Lands. Retreating to Gale’s tent in the late hours of the evening when everyone went back to their own tents, spending the hours drinking wine and reading, talking, or flirting (though neither would openly admit to the flirting) had become their habit as of late. At a certain point, Tav would remark on the time and how they had another long day ahead of them before heading back to her tent to spend the darkest hours of the night alone, her hand traveling down her own body and imagining it was Gale’s as she brought herself her own pleasure.
After last night, though…would a night spent confessing love and being entwined in the stars change anything?
Laughter turned into gentle teasing about the way he always pointed his finger up when he thought he had someone backed into a logical corner, the way she snorted when she really laughed, the way he spent more time looking for discarded books in locations than looking for gold or food or actual items of use.
“Well, if I didn’t look for books, we wouldn’t have nearly the ample reading material we do now for our evenings together would we? Then you wouldn’t have any reason to come into my tent each night,” he took a sip of wine. “And I would be dreadfully sorry for that.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and took a long drink from her cup, finishing it. “Fine, fine, you have me there, I can’t argue with that. I do enjoy our evenings,” she smiled, feeling a heat crawl up her neck to her cheeks as she returned her focus to her book. Or attempted to, at least - she could think of a litany of reasons to come into his tent at night, several of them coursing through her mind at that very moment. With that, she knew the hour was getting late. The wine was starting to go to her head and her cheeks were flushing much easier than they ever would in daylight. She should start to make her way back to her tent.
Engrossed in a passage, she heard a rustling of fabric and felt a comforting presence next to her. “Get lonely over there?” she smiled, still looking at the book.
He leaned across her to refill her cup again, the second bottle of wine now empty “It looked like you needed a refill, but you were so lost in words I wouldn’t have dreamed of interrupting you,” he said softly. His mouth was so close to her ear, she could feel his warm breath on her neck. The tent suddenly felt like they were back at the Grymforge, impossibly hot.
“Hmm, perhaps, but it’s getting so late. Maybe I should go,” she whispered, starting to slowly close her book - not really wanting to leave, but not wanting to assume anything.
“Surely you don't want to go to your tent?” He asked, pressing his lips gently to her neck. She closed her eyes, feeling the flush in her cheeks redden. Gods, that felt good.
“Where else would I go?” she asked, tilting her head slightly and granting him more access to the sensitive skin she wanted him to lay claim to with his mouth.
He continued kissing her neck, up to her earlobe. “You could stay,” he whispered before placing his hand under her chin, turning her to face him. He looked at her through half-lidded eyes, his gaze trailing from her lips to her own eyes, then back again. He took the book from her lap and gently placed it behind him. There would be no more reading tonight.
“I could stay,” she whispered back.
He crashed his lips against hers, the first time they had kissed again since their confessions to each other the night before. Words of love and a chaste kiss followed by a wondrous vision of Waterdeep, then limbs tangling as they bonded in the Weave, it’s gentle strands wrapping around them and becoming one with them as she experienced a feeling she wasn’t quite sure she’d ever experience again - something more than pleasure, more than peace.
Still, as she parted her lips for him and felt their tongues sliding together, she couldn’t help but feel like this was better somehow.
She turned her body toward his and brought her hand up, wrapping it around the back of his neck to pull him closer and kiss him deeply. Warmth consumed her as they pressed together, breaths growing heavier as hands explored the other’s body. He tasted heavenly, she wanted to drink him in. He broke the kiss and went back to her neck, removing any reservations she may have had once he lightly sucked on a spot that sent a jolt throughout the entirety of her body. Heat started to pool in her abdomen - she already felt as if she was on fire just from a kiss.
“Gale,” she whispered, her body molten as he moved his hands from her thighs to her waist, slipping under the hem of her shirt.
“Tav,” he whispered back against her skin as his fingertips brushed over her stomach before dancing a light path up to her small breasts. He moaned against her neck as he felt the bare skin, her nipples starting to harden under his delicate touch.
She reached for him, her fingers fumbling with the ties on his wrap top - first the outside, then the inside fastening, slowly revealing more of his beautiful skin that he was so reluctant to show on a normal day. She pressed her lips to his neck, hearing his soft exhale as she did. She followed the path of the orb, placing gentle kisses on his collarbone, the center of the orb itself. It didn’t frighten her, not anymore - it was a part of him that they would overcome, just as they overcame everything that had been thrown at them so far.
He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders before reaching for hers, pulling the thin fabric over her head and tossing it across the tent. Her eyes trailed over his chest, feasting on him. Gods, his body was unreal - she never would have guessed that was how he looked under his layers of clothing. The projections from the night before implied it, but seeing him before her, in person - she could not have imagined how perfect he was as she followed the line of dark hair from his chest down, down, down, until she could see how much he desired her, his hardness showing under his thin linen pants. What really got her was the way he was looking at her, like a starved man being shown his first meal. Ravenous.
He placed his hands on both sides of her face and kissed her again, harder and hungrier than before. As if he wanted to devour her - she would let him, gladly. She reached between them, feeling him twitch through his pants as her fingertips brushed against it. He groaned into her mouth before breaking the kiss, panting.
“I want you, Tav.”
“I’m yours to have.”
Both of them made quick work of removing the rest of their clothing, now discarded in a wrinkled pile across the tent with Tav’s shirt. Tav felt his hands immediately move to her hips, his soft lips on her shoulder.
“You are so beautiful. I want to spend every hour of the day tracing each freckle with my lips,” he said in between small, lingering kisses as he did just that.
“Gale, we would be here for three days if you did that,” she laughed before moving her hand down his chest, then his stomach, finally wrapping around him and feeling the soft velvet of his skin for the first time. The fire inside her burned hotter as she started to stroke him.
“I see no problem with that,” he moaned as the breath caught in his throat as her hands moved up and down the length of him. “Gods, that feels so good, Tav.”
She hummed as she felt him get even harder in her hand. She needed him inside her. Now.
Placing a hand on his chest, she pushed him from his kneeling position to lounge back against the pillows where they had started their evening. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Normally she would want to take her time with him, but the wine was making her bold and impatient.
“I want you. The real Gale - the one here in front of me right now. Let me show you the stars in my own way,” she said as she wrapped her hand around him, hard and ready for her, guiding him to her entrance. He started to close his eyes as the heat and slick wetness from her body made contact with his.
“No, look at me,” she whispered, looking into his warm brown eyes as she slowly lowered herself onto him agonizingly slowly. She groaned as she felt herself give around him, taking him fully inside her. How could he have a preference for astral pleasure over this? This felt so perfect. She would see to it his mind was forever changed.
Gale moaned, his fingertips digging into the skin of her waist as she started to rock her hips back and forth, slowly at first, then picking up speed as they got used to each other’s bodies for the first time. She leaned back, placing her hands on his thighs behind her. His eyes moved from her face down to where they were joined, now on full display. His eyes darkened with lust as he watched her - watched her ride him, watched her arch her back, watched her grab her own breast and bite her lip as she called out his name. He couldn’t help himself as he tensed his thighs and started matching her movements with thrusts of his own. She leaned down to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to his body as he thrust harder, faster up into her.
“Yes…yes…” she panted. “More…please, Gale, I need more.” She had been with others before this, but gods this was on another plane. Weeks of attraction, tension, flirting - it all led to this. She had never felt this good. Her body was buzzing with electricity and he was lightning ready to strike. “Take me Gale, make me yours.”
He groaned at those words and in one smooth movement, she found herself on her back, Gale between her spread legs. “I want to take my time and devour your sweetness, but since you asked so nicely…” he said, trailing off as he entered her with a quick thrust that made her cry out in pleasure at the sudden feeling of fullness as he pressed fully into her. He pulled out completely before thrusting back into her, the hard movements making her whole body jolt as she arched against the pillows. He hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her legs to his shoulders to let him go even deeper, each hard thrust punctuated with a snap of his hips as he buried himself within her. He moved his hand between her legs to trace soft circles around that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her body jerked. The sensation of him moving in and out of her roughly, the sound of their bodies hitting together, his light touches between her legs, the heat in the tent making them both slick with a thin layer of sweat…it was too much. She was ruined for anyone else now - no one would ever be able to make her feel the way he did. A tightness began to form deep in her abdomen. She reached out to grab his thighs, her nails digging into his skin. She could sense he was as close as she was, his thrusts getting faster, less controlled the more she tightened around him.
“Gale I -“
“Tav -”
They both cried out loudly as they each reached their own climax, rushing to the peak and toppling over it, pleasure crashing over them in seemingly unending waves as she shattered around him and he filled her with his own release.
Panting, he pulled out of her, collapsing down onto the pillows beside her. She couldn’t help but smile - he looked more disheveled than she had ever seen him. She turned onto her side, facing him.
“I love you, Tav,” he said, his face now softened with emotion as he came down from his high.
“I love you, Gale,” she replied, smiling at him. “So, did I make you see the stars?”
He laughed, “My love, I’m still seeing them, I am absolutely ruined. You are never leaving this tent at night again.”
She nodded. “I could stay.”