#delichus

28. pulling someone in by the waist

(Hmmmmm this has me thinking about a bene placito, and maybe something that happened that night before during their party...)

Gale scurries around the house, weaving in and around their friends and family as he attends to their needs. A mage hand follows him holding a bottle of white wine while his two hands hold a red and a port, anxiously ensuring that nobody is wanting tonight.

Unfortunately, Poppy is wanting. Her husband, specifically. It's not any specific person's fault that they have yet to be able to sneak away tonight. The one bad side of being a good host to a spirited Midwinter party is that they have been very busy.

Poppy knows he wants to as well, she was more than aware of his eyes on her when she came downstairs as their first guests arrived, wearing a dress that had his eyes locked on her cleavage from the moment she was in eyeshot. And seeing him in his trim suit and flushed with a good time has her ogling her husband openly. Gods, she wants him.

It's an age before she's able to make a move, their guests continuing to be frustratingly lovely and talkative. But finally, hours into the party, Poppy is able to pounce. In the split seconds after one of Morena's bridge friends leaves Poppy to find more canapes to nibble on, Gale walks by.

Poppy, without missing a beat, wraps one of her arms around his waist and turns him just through the door that leads to the open stairwell of the tower. With the momentum, she expertly spins Gale around so that he pins her with her back to the wall and they are, for now, alone.

Gale huffs as he lands, startled by her maneuver but the moment he notices it's her he flushes even more than he already is. Grabbing his waist with her other hand, she pulls him into her wordlessly, snuffing all words that could possibly fall out of his mouth.

Gods, he's already hard, she thinks as she feels Gale grind into her abdomen incessantly, both of his hands shooting down to grope her ass. Her straining arousal finally sings as he consumes her, Poppy wishing desperately for his hands on her bare skin.

And hells this moment is over too soon, Poppy breaking away the moment they hear their names called by Morena's distinct voice. Gale whines and continues to grind against her, lips pouting with her red lipstick smeared all over them.

"We'll find the time, love," Poppy murmurs, prestidigitating the lipstick off his lips. "Now, go help your mum. A prestidigitation can't reapply my lipstick."

As a goodbye, Gale pulls her in again, breathing in deeply as he sucks at the soft spot under her ear, surely leaving a bruise there that will be covered up by her hair. He adjusts himself, and strides back into the dining room, but not without one last heated and longing glance thrown her way.

intimacy prompts!!

There's something about Simril--the freezing air, the anticipation of the end of the year, and the swarms of people mobbing the streets of Waterdeep.

The City of Splendors never has to worry about an overcast night what with not only The Blackstaff but one Gale Dekarios available to ensure that no clouds come close to the city. Tonight, the moon is full and alights the city with it's silvery glow. No streetlamps are lit tonight, and homes keep the candle usage to a minimum. The one day a year where Waterdeep glows with a different kind of splendor. Normally one would avoid The Honorable Knight and the other Walking Statues but after spending almost a whole evening at the Yawning Portal, Poppy and Gale thought this was a perfectly fine place to stop. Or rather, the crowd was so dense here, that they could barely move at all. Poppy tried to work their way around the edges of the crowd, squeezing between the facades of buildings and the rabble with no such luck. Instead, her and Gale find themselves pressed together between Ralagut's Wheelhouse and a group of drunkards loudly talking over each other about so-and-so's birth constellations and why that one is particularly embarrassing.

Even though they wished to get home and out of the cold, between the liquor, the crowd, and the closeness of her husband, Poppy is perfectly content to be pressed here as she is, with clouds of her cold breath breaking against his bearded cheek. Gale being taller than she is even if not by much keeps an eye out for an escape, but with how his hands have wrapped around her waist underneath her woolen cloak, it seems he is not very inclined to change their predicament, either.

Gale turns his head back and his nose brushes against hers. The tip of his nose is cold but so is hers and so they don't pull away. If anything, they move ever closer.

Poppy's hands, now moved insider her husband's cloak to be even closer to him as much as she can given their current situation, closes her eyes as her hands stroke his sides and their noses continue the slowest dance.

"Are you waiting for something, my love?" Gale inquires, his voice quiet but clear in their proximity despite the din of the city.