At work, am I supposed to

Option 1: work

Option 2: talk

Option 3: daydream

Astarion x fTav

Mature

Note: This is my take on the post Tiefling party romance scene with Astarion and my Tav (Elianna aka Lany). It's old, I found this in my drafts and couldn't remember why I never published it. I quess I just wanted to practice writing in English. It's not smut or explicit but mature and a bit sad. But I find that first night with Astarion sad for many reasons. Anyway, enjoy some Astarion fanfic and have a nice Sunday!

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The world's full of light. Delightful magic more precious than the Weave.

So this is how it feels like when done properly, she thinks idly when she starts to come back to her body. Lany shivers lightly but it's pleasant, like a cold tender hand caressing her back.

She feels him everywhere. His weight on top of her, skin to skin, his now warmer than usual. She feels him inside her, twitching lightly in a post coital bliss. She opens her eyes and sees his hands holding her wrists above her head. The blanked inderneath her fingers is seared. Oh, right, she warned him that when her feelings become too much, her magic might flare up. ("Please be careful, I don't want to hurt you," she said between gasps. And he just chucked: "You're the one in the arms of a vampire, Sparkles.")

His hair tickles her jaw and pointy ear and she feels his lips and tongue suckling on the fresh bite on her neck. He hums like a content cat but it's so quiet it's hard to hear.

Would he stop? She can't tell how much he already drunk. She told him to bite her, she wanted him to be as happy as one can be tonight. They both deserved a moment of something... good tonight. No big decisions of life and death. No traps and daggers and bargaining.

But she shivers again and this time the cold starts to spread in her limbs. "Ah... Astarion, stop," she touches her lips to his ear to get his attention.

He moves back immediately, his movements are jerky, eyes predatory. How can you be so close to someone and so far at the same time? For a moment he is both still lodged between her legs and a million realms away. And for a moment, she sees just a freshly fed vampire who might pin her down and drink her up. But he's also Astarion, her goofy Astarion with clever fingers and snappy way with words.

"... alright?" She hears herself speak weakly and tries to touch his chest, to reconnect. And suddenly her Astarion is back. He catches her hand and kisses her wrist, leaving a fine smear of blood. His eyes roam around her naked body but somehow there is no real passion there.

"Just splendid, darling. And you look positively ravished," he drawls in that rich voice of his.

It feels wrong.

"I'm tired." She looks away and wiggles her legs a little. He gets the message and draws away, leaving her hissing lightly, with flushed skin, a new bitemark and a body both satisfied and yearning for his closeness.

She turns on her side and stretches out for the closes piece of clothing - his shirt. It's cold but it smells like him and she needs to get warm. She hears him moving around and part of her wishes he'd come and put his arms around her and whisper some of his flirtatious nothings to her, even if it's fake. But she falls asleep before he does any of that. Her last thought is if he leaves her here in the middle of the woods.

Midnight comes and goes and he is still there when she opens her eyes in the morning. He stands on the edge of the forrest clearing, facing the first rays of sun. Astarion is like a big cat, always seaking warmth and attention. She smiles gently even though her head is pounding.

And then she sees the scars clearly for the first time. Deep, angry pattern covering his whole back.

Astarion told her about the night he got them, once, when he woke up from a nightmare. She even felt them under her fingers last night but she was distracted by his lovely attentions.

She makes a small wounded sound when the montrosity of what he went through hits her again.

"You sleep light," he moves his head to the side but doesn't face her.

Come back to me, she thinks. Come back and hold be for a while before we have to face the world again.

He doesn't, so Lany sits up even though her body protests. She can't take her eyes of his back. Such vicious, well executed cruelty. She will make sure Cazador Szarr burns for this. How dare that pompous cruel leech... how dare he hurt her companion like that. Evil. She knows evil creatures and Szarr is one of them.

She feels her magic flare up dangerously and has to focus before she sets something on fire. She stares at Astarion's back again and the logical part of her brain flickers.

"Can I see them closely? Your scars." She stands up and sways a little. Nude save from his shirt barely covering her breast. She doesn't care for now. An alarming idea already half formed in her head but she needs to confirm it. But he turns around, facing her. His face is that of a playful rake again but there's something cold there.

"You've seen enough already. Let's just head back before the tieflings..."

"It's not a poem." She interups because she can't listen to his rehearsed lines again right now. Not after their night together. Not when he needs to know: "It's writen in infernal. I don't know what it says but I recognize the language of the Hells." Any scholar would recognize it but sadly, languages are not Lany's expertise.

He is just as shocked as she is. For a moment they share this, at least. But he bounces back quickly, Astarion always does. "Never mind, whatever that bastard was up to, it doesn't matter know."

It does, they both know it does. Dealings with Hells are never an easy affair.

Astarion puts on his easy smile again. "It suits you, darling, but can I have my shirt back?"

Oh. Somehow Lany doesn't wish to be naked in front of him again. He's strangely distant and cold underneath that fake casuality. She at least turns her back to him and gets rid of his shirt quickly. It is warm now and both their scents linger lightly on the fabric. It might be sensual. But this morning, it is not.

She tries to ignore his presence while she puts on her dress and shoes. He unsettles her too much. Did she do something wrong? Was she not a good enough bedpartner? He obviously has much more experience than her but he seemed to be enjoying himself well enough. She wanted this to be good, something to get them closer together. He seemed to want her. Hells, she wanted him too, so much her head kept spinning when his clever mouth and silky hair and dangerous fangs were close to her skin. When he pushed her close to him and their bodies slotted together perfectly. When he spread her legs and her name sounded so sweetly on his tongue. When he...

Maybe she just made a fool of herself if she thought... if she thought. No. Her heart starts to beat faster and she can't let him know. He can't know how much he affects her already.

"Are you alright?"

She jumps, lost in her thought for a moment too long. "I need a bath, I think I'll go to the river. I meet you at the camp."

"Ah, you are cruel. They'll probably think I drained you dry." He hides it well but he is wary now.

"Don't worry, I'll save you before they bring the pitchforks!" She smiles and it works a little. Their banter is back.

There's a lively spark in his eyes for the first time this morning. And she can't help but feels that familiar warmth when he looks like this.

"Thank you for last night," she says lowly and dares to step closer to him. "You were wonderful." She ignores how he freezes when she stands on her toes and kisses his cheek lightly.

When she turns around and walks away from the clearing, she doesn't see how he touches the place where she kissed him.

When she reaches the riverbank she takes a lungful of the fresh air. It clears her head. It makes her shiver again.

When she sits down, she feels tears running down her cheeks.

Some time later, a wet nose touches her arm. Scratch. He licks her face and Lany scrunches her nose and can't help but smile.

"Alright, puppy. Time for breakfast. And saving from pitchforks."

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Sweet, sweet Elianna. I can’t believe you’ve been gone almost as many years as we had you.

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