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It has been a rather long day for them both. Gale has given some grand lecture for some nearby students, and Wren spent the day at home, working with her animals. At the end of it, though, Wren finds herself in the kitchen. Since well before their abduction about two years ago, she'd always found solace in baking.

She’s been cooking all day, but she has no idea how steamy the kitchen is about to get. Gale came in through the door, a soft smile on his face as he came to her. He's in signature purple, and Wren's thinking dirty things long before he starts on her.

Like how she wonders if he'll be okay if he kept his shirt on while she sucked him. Once, he'd let her do it while he was clad in his armor… just his member free.

However, that sordid train of thought is derailed completely. He comes around the counter, bends down, and presses a chaste kiss to her head. His hands come around her quickly, and she leans into him, against his chest. Whatever she had been doing had been long forgotten at this point.

That's right. She’d been working on a chocolate cake. Not for anything special. Right now, she only had the filling done, but she knows it’s his favorite. He’d all but requested it anytime she felt like baking. Which tended to be often. When she’d been a druid in Baldur’s Gate, she also ran a shop that sold treats. It had been a one-stop shop for several things: residents came to get baked goods, fellow druids came for ingredients, and panicked lovers came for a good bloom.

Gale adored this shop, even if it wasn’t until after their adventures that he realized that she owned the shop. It was interesting to know they'd most likely crossed paths and never knew it. As if there was some *invisible string, tying them together after all this time.

“You know, I don’t care what you say. I’m not letting you eat the raw batter this time.” She scolds. He'd picked up the habit. For such a genius, he seemed to have no fear of raw eggs.

“I do not necessarily want the batter.” He's still behind her, but she can hear the smile in his voice. She knows exactly what his face looks like, she doesn't need to see him. But now, he dips his lips to her ear. To anyone else, it would be a normal sentence, with no extra context. But then he adds, “Well. Not just the batter.”

And without warning, he reaches forward, dipping his finger in the batter, before smearing it on her neck.

“Hey!” comes out of her mouth with a giggle as he also says, “My bad. Let me just… clean you up.”

The second his lips touch her neck, she’s done. All thoughts leave her brain. This is how nature intended. She can just feel it. As if every flap of a butterfly's wings were the catalyst to send him to her.

It’s like he knows exactly what to do to fry her brain. He licks, nibbles, and sucks at her skin from behind her. She pushes back into him, groaning his name. His smile is now felt against her head. He does love to hear her beg. His strong druid who saved the world… reduced to begging for him? It was enough to get him hard already.

Before Wren knows it, he spins and she’s facing him as he crowds her against the kitchen counter. Proof of his desire sears itself on her leg. He grinds up once before letting out a groan of his. His thigh slides in between hers, and he can feel her heat.

Her shirt is quickly discarded by Gale, with an impatient growl. He needed to see her skin, see all of her. His wife, his goddess. "Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Nature knew what it was doing with you."

"Oh my Silvanus," she breathes. His mouth is moving away from her neck, which is now clear of any batter.

His hands start to roam. Wren is past caring about the batter or anything else, for that matter. She wonders briefly if she flipped the store sign to closed. But, that's quickly fixed as his fingers find her right nipple … and pinches, hard.

Just how she likes it.

It sends her hips bucking into his. A deep chuckle falls from his lips. "All the books I've read," he says with a kiss to her collarbone, "In all the ways they've described beautiful," another on her other collarbone, "I understand it now. It's you." Another kiss, right on top of the sternum.

"You're the definition."

And with that declaration, his mouth enveloped his nipple. She's sure their neighbors heard the noise that follows. One hand is supporting her from behind… while the other toys with the other breast. She's pushing up against him at this point, needing friction.

"I think I missed some right here." Gale adds, his breath warm over her breast. She's panting, unable to say much besides:

"I don't see any."

With a devilish grin, he reaches over, grabs a fingerful of batter, smearing it on her breast. She is well past caring about the batter. She feels like a woman possessed. With something bigger and hungrier than her. Hungry for this man.

And this… this is nice. To have Gale for Gale. As much as she loved him in his element, with the Weave, she had decided long ago that it wasn't what she needed.

He was.

But after a second, she hears him murmuring something against her neck. Wait? Is that…? Seems she spoke too soon. An incantation?

The bowl with the cake batter is gone. Wren lets out a mock irritated noise. But it has nothing to it. She can see in his eyes why he used the magic.

He wasn't about to take his hands off of her. Or, maybe, he just plain didn't want to. And she liked that thought very, very much.

“What did you do with my cake batter, Gale?” She says, in a false accusation voice.

In response, he moves up, nuzzling her neck. “It’s waiting for us in the bedroom. I know I asked for you that cake… but I’d rather like this batter off of you.”

“You shouldn’t be eating that much raw egg,” she warns with a shaky breath.

“We survived a mind-flayer tadpole and the Gods trying to take us down,” he says with a chuckle, lifting her easily. His hands are on her ass, and she’s already losing focus. “Somehow, I think I’ll be fine.”

He’s already in their bedroom by the end of the sentence. She’s splayed out on the bed in front of him. His hands twitch at his sides, wanting — no needing — for the rest of her clothes off.

Before he can, she’s grabbing him by his collar and pulling him to her. Wren pushes at him gently until he's on his back. She straddles him. Wren gets his shirt off, and she presses a few kisses to his scar.

For a moment, she pauses above him — enjoying the view. He's incredibly hard underneath her, but his eyes are of nothing but pure devotion.

Her mind recalls the time at camp, when they'd first met, when he was staring at an illusion of Mystra. A look of fierce love, devotion, and more. So much more.

And she was seeing that look back at her. It wasn't the first time of course. But it consumes her with need every time she sees it.

Her fingers reach over and find the inside of the cake batter bowl (neatly placed on Gale’s nightstand) and put some on his neck.

“I want to taste you, too,” Wren asks with a mischievous smile. And then she leans down, and puts her mouth to him. "You know…" She says, dripping a bit on his collarbone. "I missed you a lot today."

Her lips come down, licking the chocolate along his chest. He takes a ragged breath. His hand came up, cradling her head, holding her to him. His grip is gentle – but firm. And when he finds a spot particularly sensational, he gives the gentlest tug. She isn't even sure he knew he did it. But he did, and she chased that feeling for him, doubling down.

Finally with a hoarse voice, pulling her back gently, he says, "Enough – I need you."

And with a flip, she's on her back again. He's straddling her now. His eyes are dark, almost as dark as the drying batter in the bowl beside them.

His mouth is everywhere. His hands are yanking at her pants, pulling them down over her ankles, and then to the floor. Gale's fingers ghost the border of her panties.

He arches an eyebrow at her, a question in his eyes.

"Yes," she murmurs. "Please."

And then he's gone. Now it's like he is the man possessed. As soon as her panties are removed, his fingers find her clit. Wren is so worked up, that she falls inaudible within seconds, already finishing for the first time.

But he isn't done. He doubles down on his movements. His eyes remain locked with her's, watching her as she falls apart.

"The cake batter was delicious, my love," Gale says, finally leaning down as he strokes her. "But… I think I know something that tastes even better. And you know I'm a man that likes to indulge."

"Gale," she chokes out. "I'm so—"

He lets her finish one more time, chuckling as she does. He's so painfully hard, but this is worth it. To see her fall apart for him. Again, something about knowing how strong, how amazing she was… and knowing she was his.

And at that thought, he can't hold back. He pulls back from her neck, and soon, his fingers are replaced with his tongue. He's passionate, following every noise until he feels her once again finishing.

"Gale, please," she pants. "You. I need you."

He looks up, and she will never forget the sight. He's made her so weak, she doesn't even think – no, she can stop there. She definitely does not think like this.

"Who am I to refuse you, my beautiful, loving wife?" He says, taking the rest of his clothes off. She feels him hot and ready at her entrance.

And as he slides inside of her, becoming one with her, he wonders if he just made her new cake flavor chocolate.

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A/N: This is a lot longer than I thought it would be. If you got this far, thank you <3 I have applied for an archive of our own acct, so hopefully this will all be transferred there soon.