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When Astarion returned to his tent after making sure the fire was fully out, he found himself tossing and turning, unable to trance. Tav’s revelation of choosing to befriend him before ever allowing anything romantic to occur between them played like a loop inside his head. She cared so much for him, even from the very beginning. Not only had she seen beyond all the performances he had given but had also looked past his antagonistic moods and found a piece of him that he’d been trying so desperately to suppress. She saw him. The bad, the broken, and still, despite all the red flags, her love for him had only grown. Unceremoniously, his body flopped, trying to find trance in a new position. The night air was a crisp chill creeping up his bare spine further increasing the difficulty of trancing. Red eyes squeezed shut in another attempt to will himself to rest but it was no use. His mind was alive with thoughts of her. She was so beautiful. They way her face lit up when recounting tales of her adventures unlike anything he had ever seen. And when she laughed…? Gods, when she laughed… it was like the sun itself resided in her smile, blooming a warmth so powerful in his chest that he always found himself at a loss for words. It wasn’t like he hadn’t bedded thousands of attractive people in his time, beauty eventually becoming null and void when lost in a sea of betrayed faces but her… She was single handedly the most stunning creature he had ever laid eyes on. Every part of her sculpted by the Gods to be everything he found alluring. It was as if she had been made for him and him alone. The perfect match to his restless soul.

His eyes snapped open with a sudden thought. That old woman in Tav’s story! Hadn’t she mentioned something about souls? What was it she had said again? His brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to recall the exact wording of the crone’s advice. Fall in love with someone who makes you want for nothing. No. That wasn’t it. Spill your soul to your friends? Oh certainly not! Like he’d ever be caught dead doing such a thing. Softly, as if coming from the beams of moonlight streaking through the unfastened flaps of his tent themselves, the sound of Tav’s voice entered his mind, wispy and full of affection. ‘Fall in love with your best friend,’ it said. ‘For with her you will spend the rest of your days wanting nothing because she will be the only one who implicitly understands your soul.’ There it was. The words of someone who had seemed to see into the future he could have with Tav. The message, an encouragement to love the friendship he had found in her and never let it go even as their relationship continued to grow more romantically involved. Such an interesting comment for her to receive at a time they knew naught of each other’s existence. The woman had clearly been a seer of some sort. The description of her eyes obtaining a faraway gleam as she looked into Tav’s, indicator enough to the nature of her powers. Had she seen him when she’d looked beyond his precious ranger and into her future? Did she know that it would be sheer dumb luck that brought them together? Or would their paths have always crossed regardless of abductions and tadpoles? If things had turned out differently, would he still have fallen for her?

The concept of true love and soulmates came to mind as he pondered what exactly the market woman had seen in regards to his relationship with Tav. The advice very well could have been a blanket statement that applied to anyone Tav would meet in her years to come. There was nothing in the adage that implied it was referring to him specifically. So why did he feel like it had? That something important cemented into place the moment the two of them met. He loved her, that much he could be certain of. And time and time again she had proven that she loved him just as much in return. But was it true love that had drawn them together? The kind of love written about in fairytales and whimsical songs? Was he even worthy of such a thing? Rolling onto his back, he stared up at the canvas ceiling of his red shelter. He’d be lying to himself if he refused to admit that the thought of him and Tav being destined for each other wasn’t nice. It meant that he hadn’t been completely forgotten by the Gods all those years trapped as a slave. That even if the Mindflayers had never invaded the Sword Coast she still would have found him somehow and broken the threads chaining him to his master. She was more than capable. The first person he had ever met with such a strength and resilience to her that he had no doubts should they have met under different terms, him trying to seduce her back to the palace, she still would have seen through him and noticed his need of help. But was it true love?

He scoffed at himself. Such silly thoughts. What good did it do entertaining them? A shuffling from her tent perked his ears. Sitting up, he noticed that the dim light which had been emanating from her makeshift home faintly into his had vanished, blackness taking over in its place. As if he could see through his shelter into hers, his eyes remained on the fabric wall that bordered the two of them. And what if she was his true love? His thoughts returned to the same train from before as he envisioned how cute she must look all curled up in her bedroll, his body still frozen in time as he pondered. What if she was the predestined other half of his soul…? Would that really be such an inconceivable thought? She was, after all, the first person who hadn’t fallen for his charms. The first person to seek a connection with him even when all he would do was deflect. She had never once pressed him to share when he didn’t want to and always respected his autonomy whether in regards to his body or his mind. Was that not what true love was? Respect. Appreciation. Camaraderie as much as attraction? His chest heaved with his deep sigh. It was trust, he decided. The act of handing over your heart on a platter and knowing, truly knowing, that the person you gave it to would never hurt you. He had that with Tav. That tender trust she had built with him consistently over the length of their time together. Even if they weren't fated to be each other’s other half, weren’t made by the Gods to be a pair, they had found each other and fallen in love. And that was truer than anything he could have asked for. 

The blankets of his bedroll fell as he pushed himself to stand. Tav had given him her heart. She trusted him into the depths of her very being. It was time he started taking steps to show her he trusted her just as much in return. His footfalls were silent as he crept from his tent over to hers. Starlight flitted over her sand colored skin, making her sparkle as he slipped his way into her tent. For a moment he was frozen in the doorway, simply gazing at her soft beauty in quiet wonder. She was trancing soundly, the covers of her bedroll rising and falling with her every, gradual breath. Her hair was splayed out like a copper fox tail on the pillow beneath her head, the tight pull of her ponytail looser than she ever let it get. Her agonizingly plush lips were stained pink with what he recognized as the remnants of a healing potion and for a second he second guessed his decision of coming here as he remembered the damage he had caused to her wrists. But then her nose twitched and she nuzzled her face into what he could now see was his stolen blouse and he made up his mind.

On hands and knees he crawled towards her, steady fingers brushing back some wisps of hair that had gathered in front of her eyes. If he was to trance by her side he wanted to see the whole of her lovely face as he drifted off. At his touch, she sounded out a happy sigh, her nose once again twitching as she identified his nearness through scent alone while in the midst of her meditation. Smiling to himself, his hands switched to working on opening her blankets to allow enough space for him to mold his body to her side. As they lifted, the bare skin of her legs caught his eye, his shirt bunched up by her face, revealing that she wore nothing beneath the blouse but a pair of adorable lace panties. Biting his lip at the sight, he stopped himself from vocally expressing how her decision made him feel. Alive and alight with an overpowering desire for her. Shaking off his sudden burst of arousal, his hand once again switched up its action, snaking its way to her exposed stomach as he completed his secret mission of joining her in her bed. His legs twined with hers as he pulled her in close and as he settled in behind her, she shifted, rolling over to bury her still twitching nose into his neck instead of the shirt adorning her gorgeous body. His free arm reached around to cradle her head closer, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before his chin found a place atop her hair and he bid her a silent goodnight. After mere minutes, trance at last found him and he drifted off with thoughts of her and futures untold as a pleasant comfort in his mind.

The birds were singing when Tav awoke. Her eyes remained closed as she listened to their beautiful songs before noticing that there was something hard and cold pressed up against her body that hadn’t been there when she fell into trance. It wasn’t hard to guess who exactly had snuck into her bedroll in the night, the Vampire she dared call hers the only one of her travelling companions who would ever do such a thing. Peeking open one brown eye, she spotted him still steadily trancing. Her head pulled back so she could look at him properly, a fond smile settling onto her lips as she stared. There had yet to be a chance for her to admire him so up close, their night in the woods together too dark to fully appreciate his breathtaking features and the morning after bittersweet when she had woken up without him by her side. Now, though, she could gaze upon him as much as she liked for he was in her bed and deep in his meditation.

He was undeniably beautiful. The black of his lashes framing the angle of his cheeks flawlessly, the silver grey hairs above his eyes perfectly plucked to maintain a masculine, modern tail arch to his brows. His bowed lips were a pretty pale rose, the lines in the vermilion of his mouth plentiful after a lifetime of being forced to kiss and smile. Faint crow’s feet rested in the corners of his deeper set eyes, a wrinkle or two setting in on his forehead. Upon the cheek smushed into her pillow lay twin moles, one smaller and closer to the inner corner of his left eye, the other darker in color and closer to his cheekbone. Another could be found on his forehead, the three of them making a thin, acute triangle should she trace a finger over them. To her, they were more beauty marks than anything unsightly, adding greatly to his charming visage rather than detracting from it. Had his skin been immaculate, his beauty would have come across as unnatural. But those little details upon his face made him all the more human.

The tips of his ears tremored as he meditated, his lips faintly moving in incoherent murmurs. For once, he looked to be at peace. No trace of the nightmares she knew usually plagued him after having heard one too many of his cries in the night. Today he looked happy, and that brought her more joy than she would ever dare admit. It was elating to learn that he felt emboldened enough to come seeking her out. Even if he had done so secretively. From the moment she left him by the light of the dying fire last night, she had hoped he’d take her up on the offer she had made. They had spent so much time lately in heated embraces and playful kisses that she’d been desperately wanting to see him soften. Enjoy his company free of any tension, sexual or otherwise. She had wanted it so bad that she’d stayed up for hours waiting to see if he’d change his mind. Only when she could deny trance no longer had she laid down in bed with a heavy heart and dejected hopes. But he was here. He had come to her. And in her rest she had held him, just like she had wanted to. It would have been nice, to watch him fall into trance in her arms, see the peace slowly come over his face as he rested, but to wake up to the surprise of him wrapped around her was just as good of a gift to’ve been given.

Cautiously, so as not to wake him prematurely, she returned her face to the crook of his neck, eyes once again closing. With a deep inhale, her senses became surrounded by bergamot and rosemary, his chosen olfactory profile sweet and intoxicating to the nose. Breathing him in was like walking through an orchard in spring. Citrusy and light, a bright refreshment in the dark of their parasites. His arms were safety, his body a home she hadn’t known she’d been longing. What were the odds that she had found love on such an unforeseen and dangerous road? That her best friend would become a man with a penchant for her blood that she just so happened to stumble upon on a ravaged beach. Was there such a thing as fate? Had it brought him to her? Or rather, her to him? Did he feel that invisible string that seemed to tie them together? If he did, where would that take them? She knew what she wanted. A life. A future. An eternity spent solely at his side. But would he still choose her when all was said and done and their adventure together reached its inevitable conclusion?

The hand absentmindedly draped over his back traced the raised scars in his flesh, her mind taking her back to a time when she had thought she’d found her happily ever after. As a child she had dreamed of finding someone to be her one and only. The prince in her fairytale. Her younger life had been wrought in depression and pain, stories of heroes and knights in shining armor a way to escape the struggle of existence. But those very same tales had led her to a series of bad decisions in newfound adulthood. Her hero suddenly becoming her foe as she grew to realize the mistake she had made. Twelve years she’d been trapped in his tower, not strong or wise enough to escape. No rescuer ever came and soon fighting demons and dragons paled in comparison against the raised hand of the man she loved. Decades passed and she had tried to get over it. A slew of men atop her body as she willed herself to forget. Eventually, she became a thing of fantasies, dancing atop a stage to the sound of her own song. But the past followed her around like a plague preventing anything real from ever taking place. And soon the life she had been building had to be put to an end. The wilderness once again became her home as she wandered Faerûn from Athkatla to Torsch, somehow finding her way to the Misty Veil where her life had almost ended. In all that time never did the touch of a lover once grace her skin like it had in the decades before. Astarion being her first in over fifty five years.

Why, out of all the men she had tried to romance in her long life, was he so different? By all rights she should have been running the other way the moment he propositioned her, the track record she had built with potential love interests weighing unfavorably against him. But instead she had fallen, blind and headfirst, from the very moment she saw him. Could he truly be her forever? A soft sighing of her name took her out of her reflective thoughts. Pulling back, she looked up at him again. The state of his consciousness hadn’t changed but there was a smile sitting sweetly on his lips that hadn’t been there the last time she’d watched him. Her eyes glanced down to where her hand had made its way to the muscle above his unbeating heart. His chest rose and fell with his every unnecessary breath and she knew, down into her very bones, that this time would be nothing like the others. He had chosen her. And each day, he chose her again and again, ten times over. In the midst of each of their own darkness they had found each other. His starlight showing her the way to a love unburdened and true. No. He wouldn’t leave her, he would choose her again even at the end; and with him, she could live out a thousand lifetimes of long ago dreams come alive.

The arm around her middle pulled her closer to him, and she snuggled into the space below his chin. While he was cold to the touch, the bare skin of his chest was smooth and on it she could feel the places where her body had warmed his. As they steadily held each other something between them grew until it was prodding at her stomach, bobbing away with an insistent intensity. For a second it didn’t click what the new sensation was but then realization fell over her like a bucket of freezing water and she jerked away with a swear.

A smack against his chest resounded throughout the tent, Astarion waking with a startled ‘Oof!’. Awareness was hard to come by after having been in the middle of reliving a lovely memory of Tav competing against him in a knife game where they each had to avoid stabbing their fingers, simultaneously speeding their attacks up to a brutal speed to determine once and for all who out of the two of them had the best dexterity. He was just to the part where she had missed, rendering him the victor as he sucked the blood off of her finger in reward, when her hit brought him out of trance and back into the world of the waking. His eyes blinked groggily as he watched her wrestle with the blankets surrounding them, her movements serving to get her more tangled in his encircled arms and the offending covers. Confused and bleary eyed, he released her from his hold only to get kicked in the shin as she fought her way away from him. He yelped, echoing a similar swear to the one she had let out moments before waking him.

“Ow! Bloody Hells!”

Tav didn’t stop her squiggling, the dratted blankets keeping her imprisoned within their depths. The audacity of him! Sneaking into her bed only to so rudely arouse her with his erection. They had things to do for fuck’s sake. She couldn’t indulge with him this morning. Leadership was calling and she was determined to answer it. With little room to move her body, Astarion’s shins were kicked again, his hardon now grazing against her butt as her body flipped to its other side to attempt escape from a new angle.

Suddenly fully awake from her continued assaults on his legs, his hands wrapped around her hips, pushing them into the ground as he climbed on top of her wriggling form in an attempt to keep her stationary. The planes of his sculpted chest pressed against her breasts as his weight pinned her in place. The strong muscles of his thighs pressured hers into a forced stillness and finally she gave up on fleeing him. Once she was successfully restrained, his lips blew out a puff of cool air, arms pushing his body into a straddling position atop her lap. Running a hand through his tousled curls, he fixed her with a bemused frown.

“What the devils has possessed you, love?”

She made an aggressive gesture to his crotch before resuming her attempt to escape him and their blanketed prison. Barking a loud laugh, he forced her back to the ground, pressing the length of himself against her body again. Impishly, his hips gave a single roll into hers before his lips dealt her exposed collarbone ticklish kisses as she vibrated with amused frustration. He nibbled his way up to her ear, teasing the tip with his tongue. She squirmed at the touch and he grinned.

“Surely you know that it’s hardly my fault. You’re irresistible, darling, and all of me knows it.”

“Astarion!”

His name was a whine out of her lips. A halfhearted effort to protest. Giggles erupted from her chest as he lavished her in more ticklish affections. His lips chased hers as she stubbornly turned her head from side to side, avoiding the kiss he tried valiantly to give her. Small fists pounded at his back, the only part of her that could currently move working to free her from the confines of him. Giving up on his pursuit of her mouth, he found a place under her jaw, dealing it some prolonged kisses before the skin was taken between his teeth. A gasp escaped her as he sucked a mark into her flesh, her back involuntarily arching. With barely clothed breasts flat against his chest she tried with words this time to escape him.

“Staaar… Let me go!”

His lips made a popping sound as he pulled away from her neck in satisfaction. Grinning like the cat that caught the canary, he started leaving a trail of nips down into the V of his blouse that she wore. When he reached the swell of her breasts, Tav let out a needy moan leading him to pull back and look at her with slits for eyes. He pretended to ponder her request, a smug smirk lighting up his face before ruffled curls were bouncing as his head shook.

“Let you go? And give up this perfect opportunity to hear you whine my name again!? I think not!”

His chest was dealt another slap, Tav smiling when he chuckled. His hands found her wrists, holding her palms against his pecs with an adoring grin as he gazed down at her. Her head hit her pillow with a soft thump as she feigned annoyance.

“As if you could get me to whine.”

His face was hovering above hers in an instant with a wicked smirk. She fixed him a look she hoped appeared unimpressed but inside she was kicking her legs in glee. Cool air met her cheek as he dipped to kiss the corner of her mouth.

“Is that a challenge, dearest? Because if so, I’m happy to oblige.”

To prove his point, his hips rolled again, his covered cock rubbing delightfully against the lace obscuring her entrance. The little hiss she released had him grinding against her core once more. With contempt, her nose turned up, a little sneer overcoming her expression to try and make what she said next more convincing.

“It is not a challenge, Ass. It’s fact.”

Warmth erupted in his veins and he laughed. Releasing her wrists, his finger booped her on the nose. Her face scrunched at the sudden touch, eyes going crossed as she tried to watch him boop her again. His laughter came out louder.

“Oooho. Bold talk from someone who was crying for me mere nights ago.”

Again she faked disagreement, head now fully turned to the side with mock petulance. She tried her best to mimic the haughtiness with which Shadowheart always spoke, hoping to convey a sense of superiority, that she was above pleasures of the flesh.

“A moment of weakness, that’s all.”

Grabbing both breasts, he squeezed hard enough to get her head to snap back to him. When she was once again looking at him, his eyebrow quirked, his smirk far too smug. Her little performance was amusing but they both knew that if he wanted her to, she would be crying out for him in ecstasy within moments. Still, he’d play along with her games, for they were only exciting him more, making the inevitability of their morning coupling that much greater.

“Is that it? Are you sure it had nothing to do with my incredible bedroom skills?”

She bit her lip, glancing down to the large bulge in his leather camp pants that seemed to continuously grow then back up to his eyes. Chestnut brown took on an innocent gleam, the black of her lashes batting coyly.

“Incredible bedroom skills? What incredible bedroom skills?”

His fangs glinted as he grinned something dangerous.

“You know the ones. First, I get you squirming from solely my fingers…” 

A hand slipped down to tickle the soft skin of her stomach. She laughed and squirmed which caused a rumbling to build in the back of his throat. Replacing his hand with his face, his nose trailed from underneath her chin down to her navel.

“Then I make you come on my tongue.”

The aforementioned muscle dipped into the divot of her belly button before licking a stipe to the top of her panties. It swirled agonizingly slow and her body gave an unintentional buck. Before she could move further, he was abruptly hovering above her, his hips once again finding hers as he gave a hard thrust.

“Only to suddenly plow into you mid orgasm and blow your pretty little mind with the expertise of my hips.”

Her moan was shameless as pleasure swiftly enveloped her senses, all previous thoughts of getting on with the day forgotten.

“Mmm! By the Gods! You are entirely too cocky this morning.”

He was purring into her neck, teasing her with the sharp drag of his fangs as he chuckled. One of her hands found his hair, toying and tugging every time he found a sensitive spot that brought goosebumps to the backs of her arms. He worked his way up to her ear, taking the shell of it into his mouth. Sparks of desire shot down her spine as he showered the second most sensitive part of her body with undivided attention. Again her hips bucked of their own accord and he pulled away with a deep laugh.

“Why shouldn’t I be cocky, love? I have you, in your bed and in my heart, while ~deliciously~ pinned beneath me. Does that not warrant a bit of cockiness?”

At his self satisfied purr, she quickly hooked her legs around the backs of his and rolled them to the side so that their positions became reversed. Straddling his thighs, she grinned down at him in triumph, hand finding the tent in his trousers. She spoke seductively as she began to palm over the outline of his length.

“So what? You want a little bit of this?”

Her hand pressed into him with more firmness and his hips bucked into her palm. His arms found a comfortable place beneath his head, his grin smug as he quipped back.

“Hmm… I could do with more.”

Tav’s eyes flashed in amusement, her gaze dipping to admire how the muscles of his arms and chest rippled with his new position. Her warm palms rubbed up his abdomen finding a home on his pecs, scratching lightly.

“More!? How greedy of you! Very well. Is this better suited to your liking?”

In a flash, she grabbed him through his camp pants, jerking her wrist in an up and down motion. He sighed, head tipping back in pleasure before returning to her with a lopsided smirk.

“Not exactly what I had in mind, gorgeous.”

She shot him a seductive smile, her tongue languidly dragging over her top lip before blunt teeth bit into the plush of her bottom lip. Her voice was low as she continued to tease him.

“Surely you aren’t asking for this~”

With deft precision she began to unlace his pants. They loosened enough to expose the strings of his underwear. Shooting a flirtatious glance back at his face, her fingers snuck below the waistband of the white fabric crawling their way down to his shaft. Right before she touched his dick, her hand withdrew with a snapping of cloth against skin and she jumped to her feet.

She was in the beginnings of dashing away from him but his hands were like lightning as they struck out and grabbed ahold of her pretty panties. The sound of tearing fabric caused them both to freeze, Tav whirling around a few paces away to stare at him in astonishment. His expression was a surprised grin as he looked from where his shirt was now the only thing keeping her modesty to the destroyed underthings in his hands. With a hearty laugh, he tossed the ruined cloth to the side, getting to his feet and prowling over to her. His hands found the small of her waist, arms pulling her into his body.

“Well! That’s one way to speed things up!”

Her hands found his chest, pushing against it so that she could humorously glare up at him.

“You’re diabolical!”

With a sweeping motion, his hand lifted hers to his lips, a kiss to her knuckles taking away her mild annoyance. His grin was devilish from its place against the back of her hand.

“Oh darling, don’t tell me you don’t like it.”

Her arm found its way to his neck as her feet brought her closer to him. Her face found a place in his shoulder, her hum into it sending a sinful vibration through his body.

“Mmmmm.”

As they stood wrapped up in each other, Astarion slowly started to sway. While they rocked to the beat of her racing pulse, the hand that had been holding hers dropped to cup her left hip. Breathing him in, she gave a soft kiss to the place above his heart, her fingers resting upon his back drumming a pattern that could be mistaken as a heartbeat of his own. His grip on her tightened before he pushed her back to admire her. The way his eyes traced the shape of her curves, stopping to linger appreciatively on her cleavage, had blood thundering in her ears and pink rising to her cheeks.

“Have I told you yet, that you look exceptionally stunning when clothed in nothing but my shirt?”

Strong palms slid down the slope of her ass before creeping up under his shirt and cupping the bare skin of her buttcheeks. Her fingernails scraped lines along his scars in pleasure contrasting the smirk she wore that tried to convey his touch had gone effectless. A quick pinch to her flesh caused her to laugh, her hands now dragging nails along his scalp as her mouth found his throat. Her open mouthed kisses and the rumble of her voice caused his cock to twitch impatiently.

“Is your next line gonna be about how much better I look without it?”

To her surprise he pushed her away, disconnecting their bodies to make space for movement. With his every step forward she was forced to walk backwards as he advanced towards her. His stalking came to a halt when she suddenly found herself caged between his arms and the front of her small vanity. All four of his sharpened canines were on display as he grinned darkly. Fear and arousal joined in a heady mixture that brought a slight shake to her legs. One of his hands found her throat, his thumb scratching along her jawline leaving a small sting in its wake. His voice was full of threatening possessiveness when he next spoke.

“While you do look absolutely delectable, completely naked, I think I much prefer the symbolism that wearing my shirt brings.”

She tried to put on a brave face but this new dominating side of him was far too much of a turn on for her to be successful. Wetness was pooling between her legs, clenching pelvic muscles the only thing preventing it from dripping down her thighs. Her voice came out as a squeak as she tried her best to keep up with their banter.

“Which is?”

“That you are mine.”

***The last word was a cavernous growl in the back of his throat. His hold on her neck switched to push her face in a collision of lips and teeth against his. He claimed her mouth with vicious intent, her ardent moans fuel in his quest to make her his. With one arm he swept her up in a fearsome hold, her legs naturally finding their place around his waist. As her body molded to his, her arousal smeared along the planes of his lower stomach, her efforts to hold it back no longer successful. That single arm supporting her bottom guided her wetness to glide up and down his torso, coating his abdomen in her slick until they were both glistening. With lips not once leaving hers, his body spun, swift feet taking them both back to the edge of her bedroll as he carried her effortlessly. Foregoing any gentleness, he dropped her onto the mussed blankets, a single, long finger collecting some of the sticky residue off his stomach before lifting it to his lips. He put on a show of sucking the digit clean, eyes rolling back into his head as he moaned. She tasted like heaven and he had to seriously stop and consider what was better, her blood or her arousal. A wicked thought came to mind as he tasted her, forming a daring fantasy that involved her next moon cycle and his face buried in her mound. His dick ached, begging to be released. No longer able to withstand his cock straining within the confines of his trousers, he tugged everything down. The thick length of him sprang free, making a wet slapping noise as it smacked against the sheen of arousal still coating his stomach.

Drops of precum joined her slick on his body and she couldn’t stop the trail of drool that dribbled out the corner of her parted mouth. His eyes closed as he took himself in hand and gave a few pumps to his shaft. Her gaze trailed along with the movements of his hand, the slow drag down and the languid stroke back up. It was mesmerizing the way the skin covering the head revealed the crown of his cock with each drag downwards. Never before had she found foreskin attractive but damn did he make it look good. Everything had happened so fast that night they’d confessed their love that she hadn’t gotten the chance to fully appreciate his naked body. Warm blood rushed to her cheeks as she stared. Gods, he was beautiful. The pink of his tip a gorgeous contrast to the alabaster of his skin. And the shape of him! Hells, he was the epitome of sculpted masculinity. Strong, defined, but not overly so. The perfect ratio of lean muscle against his height. He had called her a Goddess, but him? He was ethereal. A fallen star in Elven form, blessing her with the sight of his timeless beauty. Fuck. She would devour him. Make him flush red with the gift of her blood. Could her essence make him throb? Her body and blood the catalyst that could grow his member? She’d give him every drop if he’d let her feel his girth expand inside her. He was already a perfect fit. Stretching and filling her pussy in all the most delicious ways. Yes. He could drain her dry until she was so full of him that she would die blissed out to the pleasure of his dick pounding her to oblivion.

A high pitched moan snapped his attention back to the woman watching him touch himself to thoughts of her. Her hand was moving in tandem with his against her clit, matching his pace. Her cleavage bounced as her chest heaved, his shirt bunching at her waist exposing all he longed to see. Her lips curled into a seductive grin before her legs splayed open to give him an unfettered view of her weeping entrance. Her eyes dared him to look, to take her in the way she’d been admiring him. He knew it was a test. A taunt. A tease. But by all Nine Hells was she breathtaking. Pupils dilating, his gaze traced the shape of her legs. So strong. So sleek. That druidic tattoo wrapping like a vine around her hip. The planes of her stomach were toned, a hint of abdominal muscles showing through the smoothed planes. She would look good with a piercing there, he decided. A jewel to compliment the sands of her skin. Every part of her was flawless, each scar and mark another tribute to her tenacity. Her pose dripped confidence while her hole dripped a forbidden nectar only he was allowed to taste. To think, that out of all of them, she had chosen him. Gods, was he a lucky bastard. No one else in this lifetime would know the allure of her charm, the divots of her body. She was his. And he’d make damn sure she stayed that way. Unable to resist a moment longer, he pounced atop her. His hands found their way to her wrists while his hips settled between hers. She offered him no resistance when he lifted her arms above her head and pinned them in place, their faces so close he could count every little freckle. With eyes connected, their panting synced, expectation and excitement coursed through both their veins.

The way he grinned down at her, lips turned up in a smug half smirk, eyes dark with longing; it was a kind of desire she had never seen directed at her before. She was used to being lusted after. Told so many times that she was something pretty to behold. But the way Astarion was looking at her, like she was something more, something golden; it had her nerves misfiring in all the best ways. Her lashes fluttered as she glanced at his lips. He was so close. All it would take to kiss him, a tilt of her chin. Her body reacted, the pool of her wetness growing until inner thighs and crack were fully coated in its steadily building stream. His nostrils flared as he caught the fresh scent of her desire before black nearly overtook the red of his irises. Her body clenched, an ache forming between her legs that cried his name. His smirk grew, left hand maneuvering to hold both of hers before the sharp nails of his right scraped down the length of her arm. His palm found the cloth on her chest, pushing, until she sank deeper into the bedroll from the weight resting in his arm. The sight of him hovering above her on all fours as he pinned her down was likely one of the sexiest things she had ever seen and she swore she could come undone for his voice alone when he flashed a fang in teasing.

“Now, I think I said something about whining my name.”

He felt the shudder that wracked her body, pride blooming in his chest over the fact that she could respond so positively to just words alone. He couldn’t help himself from rutting his cock against her eager pussy in hopes of getting her to shudder again. The electric shock that shot through him from their momentary connection had him gasping, his restraint slipping as he wanted nothing more than to just take her here and now. But he was nothing if not practiced in holding back the whims of his desire until he knew for a fact that his partner was beyond satisfied. And by the Gods did he want to make her satisfied. It was still a challenge to trust that she would want him despite the sex, but even if she did, that didn’t mean he couldn’t blow her mind when they engaged. He loved her. He could trust her. But he could also give her one of the best sexual experiences of her life just to make sure. And that started with some tantalizing teasing.

“Staaar…”

When his dick rubbed against her folds she found herself moaning his name despite all efforts to hold it back. Her voice came out like a breathy sigh and she saw him frown.

“That wasn’t a whine, Tav.”

His hips ground into her again and with no hands available to cover her mouth in an attempt to keep him from hearing how desperate she was for him, she let the need seep into her voice, giving him what he so desperately wanted to hear.

“Astaaarion!”

His grin was dazzling, the light of the morning glinting off his fangs. Who would have thought that something meant to be frightening could turn her on so much. She wanted nothing more than for him to bite her. He wouldn’t even have to drink, the feel of his sharp teeth on her throat more than enough to have her whining again. Chin lifting, she tried to encourage him to mark her flesh. He had called her his. Growled it out like the word was a brand he’d burnt into her skin. Instead, it was a permanent imprint upon her heart. She had already known she was wholeheartedly his, but to hear him say the same. Well, it would likely take days for her to fully recover.

Fingers flexed in their place against her wrists as she exposed the length of her neck. Another test he would have to resist. Even as he had her pinned, she never once let up on her taunts. He loved it. The endless clashing of willpowers. Hers against his. No one else could push him to the brink of insanity like she could. It made his head spin. His cock twitch. This chemistry between them was like a live wire about to set a fire there were no hopes of extinguishing. It was an electrical storm in the desert of his romantic experience, threatening to consume him whole as he navigated blindly through his love for her. And still, she looked at him like underneath his body was the only place she ever wanted to be. The hand on her chest drifted down to her hip, squeezing once, before sneaking under the hem of the white fabric covering her breasts. The coolness of his palm warmed as it grazed the underside of her left boob and she jolted at the frigid contact. While he couldn’t see the plush of her bust, his blouse obscuring her bosom did nothing to hide the way her nipples peaked in reaction to his cold. Taking her fully in hand, he cupped as much of her large tit as he could, nails digging into the flesh as he squeezed. The raised buds nestled among the ruffles of his shirt hardened further, his head dipping to take the neglected one into his mouth through the cloth.

Warmth engulfed her as the hot press of his tongue dampened a spot on the fabric. He lapped at her like she was wearing nothing, like the taste of her skin translated through the now translucent material. With a sigh, her head pressed back into the plush of her pillow, her back arching in search for more attention. There was no denying that he wasn’t an attentive lover as he responded to her voiceless request with teeth. The hand palming her other tit moved so that two fingers rolled her nipple between them. Mouth and fingers tugged in concert for what felt like forever, before his nose was unearthing her wet breast so he could suck sans obstruction. Her moans came freely as he sucked and tugged and bit and rolled until a sharp inhaling interrupted her noises when he gave a rough, experimental pinch. Her hip careened off the blankets, grinding her pussy against his dick bringing forth a chuckle from him. As the vibration of his voice stimulated her nipple, another rough pinch was given to the other, a flurry of flicks following its place before he was pulling off of her with a pop.

“See how much easier it is when you simply obey? You get to enjoy my hands and mouth on you in all the ways you desire.”

His tease was affectionate as he made recalls to the way she’d been resisting him all morning. His hand returned to palming her breast, giving her tingling nipple a break while he nosed his way to her pulse point. She squirmed against him, her wrists in his hold giving a testing push that implied she wanted to touch him. His grip loosened just enough to allow one of her hands to slip down into his hair and they both sighed in satisfaction at the contact. Fingers found hers, hands clasping together on the limbs still above her head. His cock nestled hot and heavy against her mound, both of them shivering from the continued restraint. She scratched at his scalp and he couldn’t help but purr in response at the drags of her fingernails.

His rumble into her throat was gratifying, her hand moving to scrape behind his ear teasingly. He convulsed, peppering kisses into her skin like a man starved. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of thinking he’d won her over, she picked up where they had left off with the banter, pinching his ear tip sharply.

“You mean all the ways you desire?”

His body reacted, hips grinding down into hers until he regained control of himself. An amused scoff into her collarbone sent a shiver down her spine, slender fingers leaving his ear behind to tug at his white curls. His teeth scraped up her throat as he spoke low.

“Please, we both know you want me.”

She tugged his hair roughly, his cock dripping from the shock of desire that coursed through him at the action. It would always astound him how things that used to make him cringe could be pleasurable when done by her. Deciding that waiting was officially over, his hips started up a pace of lazily dragging his length through her folds. They both shuddered in relief, her body rocking in time with his. His arousal mixed with hers coating both of them in a mess they would have to clean later. Or perhaps that he could clean off of her. The sound of her voice had his eyes meeting hers, only for a groan to rise in the back of his throat as her insolence persisted.

“You want me more.”

He couldn’t believe that she was still teasing him. Fighting against his power over her to continually push his buttons. It was time he reminded her who exactly was in charge here out of the two of them. Pulling away, he sat back on his heels, disconnecting their groins. She whined at the loss of contact, fixing him with an unimpressed frown. His smile was dangerous as he gave out a sole warning.

“Careful pet, you keep that up and I’ll stop.”

Scooting down, her body once again connected with his as she took over grinding her body against his. He didn’t move against her but he didn’t stop her either, not until she sassed him once again.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Within seconds he had her hips pinned down by his hands, stilling her movements completely. She fought against him but Vampiric strength kept her in place. With fangs bared, he growled.

“I dare you to say that again.”

Tav glared but didn’t say anything more. He grinned wickedly, an arm keeping her pinned while his free hand traced circles around her entrance.

“That’s what I thought. Now, tell me you want me.”

Again, she didn’t speak and he grunted out an echo of words she once said to him, making them his own as he used them under completely different circumstances.

“Be a good girl and listen, Tav.”

Her sneer lacked anything malicious bordering more on amused than petulant. She tried to subtly wiggle in a way that would have a finger slipping inside her dripping hole but he caught on to her impish attempts and withdrew his hand completely. She groaned, head tossing back onto the blankets, before her face formed a smirk.

“I think we can both agree neither of us are any good at listening.”

His fingers tapped against his chin as he pretended to consider her claim.

“I don’t know, I feel I did fairly well when you were playing little miss dominant. Can’t we agree it’s your turn to succumb to my authority.”

He gave her his most charming smile. The one he knew broke hearts and parted legs. He couldn’t say exactly what he’d been expecting in response but an exaggerated eyeroll was definitely not on the list. Once again, to his endless chagrin, she remained impervious to his flirtations.

“If you’re looking for me to beg…”

A tug to her hips lined her up perfectly with his body as his arms came crashing down next to her head. His face was inches away from hers as he maintained a plank, knees spreading her thighs. A flash of desire raced through the brown of her eyes and he knew he was seconds away from winning. Boastful and proud, he sunk the final nail in the coffin of her resistance.

“Oh, darling. You’ll be begging me before you even realize you’ve said the word please.”

They both knew he had her, but in one final act of defiance her mouth found his ear whispering a sinful breath.

“Please…?”

The roar he let out was heavenly. His hand finding her entrance once more and plunging two fingers inside of her. She cried out from being so suddenly speared but it only served to double his efforts of making her scream. With refreshed vigour, he fucked her with his fingers at a pace that had her seeing stars. Her hands flailed searching for something, anything to hold on to and he pressed his chest into hers encouraging her to cling to him.

As nails scraped over his scars he added the pressure of his thumb to her clit. She wailed, her body gushing out a new wave of arousal that allowed enough lubrication for him to slip a third digit into her hole. With every thrust he curled his fingers, searching for that spot inside that would make her sing. Scissoring, he committed to memory every movement that seemed to bring her a heightened sense of pleasure. She seemed to like the feel of being stretched so he kept his fingers wide with each pull out. He took careful diligence not to scratch her walls knowing that as much as he would love to see her bleed, he wanted to do so in a way that caused the least amount of harm. Finally, after a particularly deep thrust, he came upon that spongy part of her canal. With every push in he stroked the spot until her legs were shaking and the words tumbling from her lips no longer made sense.

Tav wasn’t sure what she was begging for anymore as he repeatedly hit her g-spot, his thumb constantly circling her clit. She wanted him, wanted to come, wanted to feel his mouth on her skin, her breasts, her throat. Fifty five years she had gone without this and now the undivided attention was overwhelming. Had anyone else ever made her feel this good? Could it even be possible to feel any better? Was this what it was like to be unconditionally loved? An answer came when he replaced his fingers with his cock in a transition so remarkably smooth that literal tears came to her eyes. Yes. This was love. Messy, rough, love. A connection so deep that she could feel his dick penetrate her soul. No matter what happened, he’d be her last. Should he leave her she would never love again. Because he had her ruined for anyone else.

Astarion was quick to set a steady pace of rolling into her that had both their legs shaking. She felt so good clamped around him in a hold so tight he could barely drag out far enough to plunge back in. Her warmth was all encompassing, what little blood he had in his body rushing to his cock in an attempt to fill her impossibly more. Her hands were everywhere. Gripping his ass, scratching his back, tugging his hair. Is this how sex was supposed to feel? All encompassing and overwhelmingly pleasant. If so, maybe he could learn to enjoy it. Forget all the terrors of his past and lose himself in her and only her. She made it oh so easy. Her body, her scent. The way her voice cried out high. Would he really be willing to spend every one of his free moments wrapped around her? As she bared her neck to him in invitation, smile so sweet that his teeth could rot, he knew that yes, he really would.

At her prompting his head dipped, lips finding her pulse with the ease only a predator could possess. One of his hands found hers, dragging it away from wherever it had landed to cradle it against his chest in a request for permission. A tap was all he needed to know her answer was yes, fangs piercing her with such gentleness that she barely felt the prick. Just like she had imagined, he grew with every gulp he took of her blood. It was impossible to not moan at the feeling, her heels pushing deeper, deeper until the head of his cock bumped her cervix. His movements stilled as they both momentarily considered the repercussions of him hitting that spot again. There was every chance she’d bruise, an even higher risk that if he came undone so close to her uterus something could happen that neither of them could take back. Lips bloodied, he pulled back, red irises locking on her brown in question. A lazy smirk found its place upon her face and he nodded once. They were in agreement.

Pulling out agonizingly slow, his hips snapped forward once again hitting her deep enough to bruise. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and he was mesmerized watching the myriad of expressions crossing her face. Wanting her to look at him again he slowed his movements, keeping them nice and shallow so that she’d be forced to beg him for more. Her needy whines were the most symphonious of musics, his voice joining hers in a pleased chuckle.

“Ohhh. My beautiful, darling girl. You are absolutely weak for me aren’t you?”

As if she was made of liquid her body sagged into the bedroll, rendering her completely limp beneath him. His next puff of air was a genuine laugh at the way she all but melted to the sound of his praises.

“Come now, where is that fire of yours from before? You can’t seriously expect me to believe the beastmaster herself has truly been outdone by just a few pretty words from my lips and a couple slow strokes of my cock?”

It was all she could do to squeak out something close to resembling words. He was dragging himself languidly through her folds before angling his hips to dip inside her for a brief few seconds only to pull out and repeat the process all over again. She squealed again, mumbling something along the lines of please to both her embarrassment and his absolute glee. His grin was both a blessing and a curse.

“What was that, my love? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Knowing damn well what she wanted, but not willing to give it until she really begged, he paused his movements. Her glare was half-hearted, filling him with amusement and delight. He waited patiently as she squirmed before ultimately giving in to his demands.

“Please Astarion!”

His fangs flashed in teasing as he pushed her just a little bit more.

“Please what, pet?”

Her head flopped to the side in equal parts frustration and mirth, Elven swears passing her lips in a rush before her words returned to Common.

“Oh for the love of! Please fuck me!”

His hair swished as his head tossed back in a hearty laugh, hand coming to caress the expanse of her neck. His smile was dark with self-satisfaction as his fingers wrapped around her throat giving it a light squeeze.

“That’s it, precious. Let me hear the submission in your voice as you call for me.”

Beyond aroused and panting, she played along with his demands, dialing the performance up to an over-exuberant recreation of the last raunchy theatrical display she’d seen.

“Please, Star! Please!”

Whether he opted to ignore her sly jest or it genuinely turned him on she didn’t know but he was slamming into her again exactly like she wanted him to, hitting just as deep as before. His hands were anchoring himself on her hips, pulling her into him with every thrust forward, grunts and groans of pleasure spilling from his lips nonsensically. Finally after the most pleasurable minutes of her life, he uttered a sentence that shook her to her core.

“You are entirely mine. Got it? No one will ever be able to love you the way I can.”

It was like she was teleported away from her physical self, to a place where it was just him and her in a field of blooming wildflowers. He was down on one knee smiling up at her with all the love in the world as his words asked her to be his, now and forever. She would give him that, and so, so much more. Her heart was his, served to him on a silver platter with a goblet of her red wine. All he had to do was ask and she’d give him an endless forever.

At the lack of response he pulled out entirely, disconnecting their bodies enough that the only parts of them touching were his palm cradling her cheek. Her blood in his veins was thundering from fear, and love, want, and arousal. He had to know. Hear it from her lips. That she wanted him. That she was his. That she would stay his.

“Say it, Tav. Tell me you’re unquestionably mine.”

The dam inside her broke, tears cascading down her cheeks in quick succession. He wrapped her up in a hug and her face found his shoulder, damp with sweat and now her tears. The crack in her voice was inevitable, emotions far too raw to keep the warble out. She said it with a cry; both heartbreaking and enlivening in twine.

“I’m yours! I’m yours, my shining Star.”

Those two words, so broken and yet so incredibly alive. He never wanted to hear anything else ever again. She was his. Completely, entirely, his. He wanted to scream it to the world! That this wonderful, incredible, heartstopping woman was his! His body shook with the effort to keep himself hovering above her, one arm clutching her to his chest, the other holding his weight to prevent himself from squashing her. Laying her down gently, he couldn’t stop himself from demanding that she declare their union to all that could hear.

“Louder, pup! Let the whole camp hear your love for me!”

As her back once again met blankets, she swiped the tears out of her eyes with an impish smile at his brazen demand. Shooting him a breathtaking smirk she shouted as loud as she could, claiming herself as his with an awe-inspiring finality.

“I’m yours, Astarion!!!”

All at once he collapsed, face burying into the crevice of her neck as he clung to her.

“Good girl. So good for me. My wonderful piece of sunlight. All mine. Only mine.”

She responded in kind, soothing him with words and circles along his skin.

“Yours. All yours.”

He pulled back to stare in reverence at her face. She smiled coyly which had him grinning in turn, more commands tumbling forth as he guided her legs to rewrap around his hips.

“Yes. Hah. Mine. Now raise your arms above your head and don’t even think of moving them until I tell you.”

She did as she was told but not without sticking her tongue out at him in the process. His answering growl reignited her excitement as he leered over her with predatory glee.

“Careful, little treasure. Don’t tempt me into making you keep that tongue of yours busy.”

Her face encroached on his before she was licking a sloppy wet stripe up his cheek in defiance. He roared in delight, hands shoving her shoulders into the ground before his mouth was swallowing down her tongue in a fevered kiss. She didn’t fight to sit back up, giving all control over to him as he kissed her. Freeing a hand from between their bodies, he trailed teasing fingers back down to that leaking spot between her legs, flicking her clit along his way to lining himself back up. Her hips bucked wildly as she whined and he guided his tip to play with her folds.

“Should I make you come undone in my shirt, sweet thing? I quite like seeing you in it. Did you know, you were sniffing it in your sleep. Perhaps I should make it smell like you for a change. Coat it in the delicious aroma of your arousal so when I wear it later today it’ll be like I have my face buried in your pretty little cunt.”

Her moan was loud and unabashed. His dirty talk doing things to her that no man ever had before. He nipped at her ear, rolling the lobe between his teeth before he kept talking.

“You like that don’t you. Thinking of me indulging in fantasies of devouring you all day. What do you say we make it a reality, my special lover?”

His lips on her neck began trailing agonizingly slow kisses down the slope of her cleavage, the planes of her stomach, down to the expanse of her hairless mound. The fingers holding his cock moved to dance along her inner thigh both mouth and hand slowly coming to a meeting point between her legs. But then her hands were pulling at his hair and he withdrew with a dark chuckle.

“Naughty, naughty. I told you to keep those hands above your head.”

To her absolute dismay he began crawling his way back up her body, hands finding her arms and forcing them back in place above her head. She fought against his hold but again that unnatural strength of his prevented her from making any headway. Like he was handling a petulant child, he forced her wrists down.

“Bad girls don’t get what they want, Tav, dear. Now I will have to save that for another day.”

Her legs kicked in frustration, voice dipping back into that whine he loved hearing her make.

“Aaaastarion!!!”

Her pleas were met with a quick kiss, his eyes promising that he’d make it up to her. With lips peppering affection to her face, his hips shifted so that his head was poking at her entrance again.

“Don’t worry, pet. I’m not even close to being done with you. But you best make sure to behave this time.”

Her quip was involuntary, easily falling back into the banter that made up their friendship.

“And if I don’t?”

His head was shaking in returning disbelief, laughter a pleasant rumble in his chest.

“You’re impossible!”

With barely there breath, her mouth curled into a grin.

“And you fucking love it.”

***His responding chuckle morphed into a possessive growl as he reared back in preparation to plow into her. His hips had nearly snapped forward when a booming voice called out from beyond the sex filled tent.

“Hey you two! It’s time you wrapped up!”

Astarion’s arms gave out, his body landing on Tav’s with a muffled thwap from sheer frustration. Her arms encircled his waist, holding him close as he snipped back at the Tiefling who had so rudely interrupted them.

“No one asked for your input, devil woman!”

Karlach’s response was a bark of loud laughter before she was pitching her case again.

“Come on, Fangs! You can have as much of her as you want later tonight! Preferably when we aren’t all around to hear you both!”

She could almost perfectly picture the pouty expression on his face, the shape of his sneer pressing into the skin of her collarbone. His cock dragged lazily over her pussy as he refused to let the unwanted conversation stop him from indulging in her.

“It would be a gift from me to let you listen to her moans!”

Again Karlach laughed, his hips picking up speed with an unrestrained want behind them.

“Ewww! Gross, man!”

Abruptly he sat, head whipping to the entrance of the shelter as he snarled.

“Oh we both know it’s the best you lot can get! I bet the wizard is already weeping at the prospect of hearing Tav scream!”

Gale’s voice came from the obscured beyond further irritating him.

“I’ll have you know, Astarion, that I am in no way a voyeur!”

“Like I’d ever let you watch to find out!”

As her lover continued to argue with the steadily growing audience past the canvas, Tav stealthily unwrapped her legs from around his hips, her action going unnoticed as he glared daggers at the fabric wall.

“Technically voyeurism can include the act of listening without the use of visuals, not that you’d know that!”

“You get that from one of your erotic novels, wise man!?”

She was carefully slipping out from underneath him when Lae’zel joined into the debate with such a disgusted tone she felt a little bad for subjecting their friends to the sounds of her passion for the Vampiric man.

“Tck! Are you truly not done by this point!? Your cries have echoed all morning!”

His next snipe had her stifling a laugh, hands finding purchase on the ground as she sneakily crawled away, path aimed for her clothing chest.

“It’s called foreplay, you heathen!”

An annoyed huff met his explanation, his body leaning to place himself atop Tav again, but to his surprise she was not where he had left her, the space below him completely vacant of one beautiful Elven woman. Looking around he found her on hands and knees working her way over to a chest near her vanity. The round of her bare ass was in full view and if he wasn’t so desperate for release he would have let her go just so he could stare at her enticing bottom. Instead he got down on all fours himself crawling after her with protests spewing.

“Hold on! Where do you think you’re going!? I’m not done with you, Tav!”

She shot him a playful smirk from over her shoulder before returning to her quest for clothes.

“I’m getting dressed. We’ve wasted enough time as is. Best we get up, Star.”

“Taaaaaaavvvv!”

He was nearly close enough to grab her, hands shooting out in anticipation of wrapping around her hips. But then she stood, bending over to open the trunk she was hellbent on ignoring him with and he opted for biting her ass instead.

“Astarion.”

His name was a chastise but she didn’t remove him from the cheek he had latched onto. He mumbled more protests into her cushiony flesh, fangs scraping dangerously close to piercing her skin. Unbothered, she rummaged around in her things pulling out her favored pair of leather pants and casual sandals. She threw in a new pair of sexy underthings for good measure before righting herself and facing the leech suckling her butt. With a raised brow she waited for him to let go, staring at him in unwavering apathy. Hissing, he eventually pulled off but not without giving her a sulky glare.

“Fine. But you owe me.”

His cheeks were patted in mock appraisal before she was kissing the corner of his lips with a sinful tease.

“I look forward to paying my dues.”

He had to bite his lip not to quip back about how she could pay him right now if she would just get back on the damn bedroll, body slumping when she fully disconnected them to return to the task of getting dressed. He watched her slip on another pair of panties he would happily rip off of her before each of her gorgeous legs slipped into her leather trousers. When they were to the tops of her hips she took his blouse in hand and began tucking it into the waistband. Confusion came over him, drowning out the remainder of his arousal.

“What are you doing?”

She gave him a funny look before returning her attention to the shirt.

“Getting dressed?”

Befuddled, he noticed her adjusting the collar so that the top of her bust showed, blatantly displaying all the marks he had left on her skin.

“You’re still wearing my shirt.”

Batting her eyelashes flirtatiously she gave a spin so he could get a good look at the outfit she’d assembled.

“Well you did say I look good in it.”

The furrow between his brows deepened, red eyes still glancing between her face and the white top.

“But… it’s my shirt…”

Eyes rolling, she began to fix her hair.

“So?”

He didn’t have a response for that, still not entirely sure why she had chosen to make an article of his clothing part of her wardrobe. Her feet spun her so that she was facing him again, a soft smile stretching her lips.

“I’m yours, aren’t I? Who said I can’t wear your shirt to show that?”

Blinking back his surprise, he stifled a gasp.

“You…! Hah…”

She beckoned him forwards, turning when he approached so that he could stand behind her as she resumed fixing her hair. His chin lowered so that it could rest atop her shoulder, nose nuzzling the crease of her neck. When she was once again presentable, he pulled her in close, whispering against her ear.

“Keep it.”

She turned in his hold so that their eyes could meet, grinning at the docile look on his face. Careening her neck so that their lips could momentarily touch, she whispered back.

“I’ll give it to you when it smells like me.”

His moan was low and full of appreciation as he pulled her into a proper kiss.

“Mmmm. I don’t deserve you.”

She giggled, once again patting his cheeks before leaving his embrace with a trajectory of the tent’s entrance.

“Keep telling yourself that. Might keep you humble.”