Gin martini…shaken OR stirred I’m not picky extra extra dirty
this is a follow up to the first dirty martini, and i feel like more than being truly based on the vibes associated with the drink, this is just me continuing that story and running extremely wild with the smut lmfao. which is fine!! this may be 2.5k words bc shooting for 500 means nothing anymore, but that's fine!!!! thank you for coming to the bar <3
i did think the circumstances and the prompt warranted them being a little bit feral, so a heads up for some semi-public (or just public depending on how you look at it? lol idk nobody sees them) and kind of reckless sex.
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To Gale's immense satisfaction, Clove is noticeably distracted for nearly her entire shift—which is how long Gale sits at her bar. A somewhat nauseating mix of emotions bubbling away in his gut, but his mind is very made up. Tonight. The second and final night. He gets her until sunrise.
Clove has to do her job to some degree, but mostly, she pays attention to Gale. Even when she can't look at him, her fingers twitch in his direction. When only her hands are busy elsewhere, her eyes are flicker to him constantly. Gale wonders, as he finally makes his way to his room, how long they can make one night feel, if they focus as hard as Clove did for almost her entire shift.
Clove said she'd follow him in a few minutes. Gale orders room service, immediately grows worried it will seem romantic in all the wrong ways, considers cancelling it, and then there's a knock at his door.
Clove has a mountain of blankets in her arms, and sidles right past Gale to dump them all on the bed with a satisfied huff.
"Stole 'em," she announces proudly.
"Yes, I… see. Are we building a fort?"
"Nah. Hey, could you get room service? Is that cool with your company provided hotel room or whatever?"
Gale blushes. "I already ordered it."
"Wait, really?"
"Yes, well, I—"
Clove crosses to him in one step, winds an arm around his waist, and pulls him into a searing kiss. Gale staggers, but comes alive to her in an instant. Takes one more step back and bumps into the desk, and Clove keeps on coming.
Gale winds up half on the desk with Clove between his legs, immense and everywhere, fucking his mouth with her tongue while palming his erection over his pants, and he begins to wonder if he perhaps shouldn't have ordered room service quite yet.
Clove gets a small fistful of hair at the base of his skull and tugs, and Gale drops his head back obediently. Leans back on his hands to give her easier access as her lips roam up and down his neck, dipping to his collarbone where his button up allows it.
"Oh, fuck, Clove…"
"Did my shift last fucking forever, baby?"
"Yes, I—"
A knock at the door. Both their heads pop up.
Clove glances down at his tented pants, and smirks. "You better get that. Hotel staff and all that."
"Thanks so much," Gale mutters, hopping down off the desk.
Clove smacks his ass as he walks away, and Gale whirls.
"One moment!" he shouts over his shoulder, then drags Clove back into a kiss, unzips her pants and shoves a hand down them all in one quick flurry. Clove makes a low noise in the back of her throat, and grinds down into his hand. Gale angles his arm to slip two fingers inside her, pulling her pants a couple inches down in the process. After a too brief moment inside her, Gale withdraws his hand, steals one more filthy kiss, and brushes her jaw with his thumb.
"Do try to look respectable," he murmurs, then leaves her.
Thankfully, a tray is delivered to him over the threshold, and Clove doesn't have to resort to hiding. Sandwiches, fruit, champagne. Hopefully, it'll suit.
"Perfect," Clove declares.
"So, ah, what are we doing?"
Clove digs a key out of her pocket, and points at the ceiling with it. "Picnic."
"The roof?"
"Yeah. It's not, like, open to guests. But we can sneak up there."
"Where did you get the key?"
"Someone gave it to me."
"Who?"
Clove rolls her eyes. "The guy who had it. Come on. We might need to make two trips. We need the blankets from your bed, too."
"I have a feeling nothing about this will be stealthy."
"Just act like you're doing something normal."
It does take two trips, in which Clove acts normal and Gale follows behind with his head ducked, arms stacked past their chins with bedding and food. Clove's idea was a good one, of course. Roof empty and quiet, sky just clear enough to see stars, night air cool but not cold, excellent view between the bars of the railing a few feet away. Between the roughly eight blankets and six pillows, it's quite cozy. Gale can feel the concrete a little bit, but not nearly enough to care.
There's a timer, though.
It's why Clove jumped him so quickly before. It's why they eat in fits and starts. It's why Clove sips champagne from a bottle while sat in his lap, and Gale tugs at her impatiently. I'm right here, lover, she keeps whispering, but she knows why it's not enough, will never be enough, can't be enough.
Clove undresses them completely, nothing but stars above them and a whole city below them. It's not Gale's first time inside her; they woke up together last night entangled on their sides, and agreed wordlessly on how desperately they needed to be closer and how to best achieve it. Somewhere in a half-awake and sweaty stupor, they came together, Gale inside her and Clove around him, plastered together from forehead to toe; then both drifted back to sleep, still entangled, a little closer and much stickier. There was a timer then, too, but it didn't tick quite so loudly. It was so quiet, the first time, and it's so loud, now. The ticking. The breathing. The soft moans on this empty and quiet roof. Gale needs to not come in order to stay inside her, and Clove is clearly on the same page.
Clove's hips move lazily, almost thoughtlessly, as Clove invents other things for them to focus on. Clove is trying to touch him everywhere. Trailing her fingertips lightly over every single inch of him, or as much of him as she can reach, which is quite a lot. When he shivers—his armpits, the bottoms of his feet, the lower curve of his belly—Clove kisses him. Better yet, as one hand explores him, her other hand explores herself. Touching herself in all sorts of practiced ways that make her shiver along with him. Gale keeps both hands resting loosely on her hips, and sinks into every second as deep as he can. Tries to absorb the feeling all the way into his bones.
The exploration finally ends with one hand cupping Gale's jaw, and the other on her clit. Hips lazy as ever, Clove comes just from touching herself to the shape of his body beneath her; maybe that's how she gets the memory of him all the way into her bones.
Gale whines. Probably only two quick thrusts away from coming. A firmer hold on her hips. A little surprised gasp from her lips. But Gale can't. Not yet, so he stays perfectly still. Lets her come back down to him and ground herself with a kiss.
"Fuck," she whispers.
"Clove, I want to touch you too, but I'm worried, if I—"
"It's okay if you do. We have all night. I'm not letting you sleep, lover."
"I know, but…"
Clove pauses, studying him. "Take a deep breath for me."
Gale obeys, and as he does so Clove slowly but decisively lifts herself off him. The sudden cold makes the remaining air in his lungs leave him in a little huff.
"Sorry," she murmurs, smiling. "How do you want me, lover? Do you want to be under a blanket with me?"
Gale nods. Nudges her off him and onto her back, crawls on top of her, and pulls the one blanket they left for on top of them up to his shoulders. Gale gives her one parting kiss on the lips, then slips beneath the blanket entirely to explore her with his mouth, his tongue, his nose. As he works, he discovers he can more or less use his whole face. Rubbing his cheek along the damp underside of her breast, or dragging his forehead down the inner curve of his armpit. It's warm and humid beneath the blanket, and Gale can smell their sweat, his breath, her arousal. Could bury his face in her forever and be happy. By the time he reaches her navel, his legs are half out of the blanket, and Clove is squirming beneath him, and above him he can hear her giving her whimpers to the night air, pleading directly to the stars.
Gale is still hard. Could still probably come if his cock brushed her leg a little too firmly. Clove can still come as much as she wants. He licks once into her folds, nudges her clit with his nose, then nips the inside of her thigh. Clove swears at the sky. More distantly, Gale hears what must be the rattle of her gripping the railing.
It's odd, having everything muted by the blanket. Like he's underwater. Timer ticking a little further away. Everything dampened and damp and musky. Gale licks again into her folds, and Clove hooks a leg over his shoulder so she can dig her heel into his back. Three fingers drive into her, and she cries out. Gale does need to be inside her again, after all, and Clove is soaking, pulsing, squeezing, so ready for him. Gale seals his lips around her clit, but doesn't suck. Holding her there works only briefly. The moment Clove decides she has had enough, she fucks up into both his fingers and his mouth, movements frantic and uneven, until she tips herself over the edge again with a strangled whine.
Gale is fully lightheaded. So warm. Cock throbbing. Swimming through scents made thick by the humidity. Clove is tugging him upwards, and he more or less stumbles his way back up to her on his elbows. Emerges from the blanket, gasps a breath of fresh air, and stares down at her dazedly.
"You alright?" Clove asks, genuinely and endearingly alarmed.
Gale nods. "Just… warm."
"You're so red," she whispers, giggling a little.
Before Gale can reply, a hand wraps around his cock, and he slams his eyes shut with a sharp groan. "Clove, fuck. I'm still—"
"Still hard for me," she croons. The hand squeezes the base of his shaft, but doesn't move. "Still close?"
"Yes."
"Look at me."
Gale opens his eyes, and exhales slowly.
"You are so fucking hot."
"So are you," he whispers.
"You can come whenever you want, but it has to be inside me."
Gale nods. "I want to just—just be still for a bit, inside you. Just kiss you. I know we have all night, but I…"
"I know. Come here."
Clove wraps her legs around his hips as Gale sinks into her, slow as he can bear. Finally buried deep, he leans down to her, and she nuzzles his cheek in greeting. Hips perfectly still, their lips meet and don't part. Tongues tangled then languid, pressure soft then hard, teeth then no teeth. They would happily cycle through the options forever, but even with their hips still, the heat builds. Clove eventually throws the blanket off, then immediately begins to shiver beneath him. Her body constricts slightly with the tensing of her muscles, and Gale feels it everywhere.
"Fuck, Clove," Gale gasps.
Clove nips his bottom lip with a whimper. Gale hears a familiar rattle, looks up, and sees both her hands gripping the lowest bar of the railing with white knuckles. His mind whites out for a moment. So close to the edge of a building, on top of it, whole fucking city below them, and Clove, his Clove, Clove.
"Clove, could you, do you think—"
"Anything."
Gale swallows. Tries to find any reservations in her eyes, and can't. "Can you turn around?"
Clove nods vigorously. Seems to, without any further communication, understand his vision better than he does. Plants her knees on a pillow, and leans forward to grab the third rung of the railing. Gale instinctively grabs her hips, pulling back slightly.
"Oh my God, Clove, if—"
"Don't be shy now, lover. Fuck me."
"Clove, this is—"
"Fuck me."
Gale kneads the flesh of her ass, feels her press back into him, and groans. The timer ticks down, and every second he spends dithering counts. Gale lines himself up, adjusts her hips slightly, and fucks into her in one sharp thrust.
Clove moans, directed to the whole city and cut off sharply by his next thrust. The sound picks up where it left off, then continues, stuttered and growing steadily louder. The railing seems sturdy enough, and Gale doesn't have it in him anymore to hold back.
It seems like it should take twenty strokes, at best. A brief and breathless minute. But Gale is just as close as he's been all night, maybe closer, and he's not coming yet. Suspended precariously at the peak of pleasure, in the dizzying moments right before it boils over, seemingly—somehow—endlessly. The timer ticks, ominous and dooming, but it also keeps him here. Clove is crying out over the edge of a building with every thrust, and Gale can't give it up until he knows for a fucking fact he'll remember how this feels forever.
Gale suddenly realizes through the haze of pleasure that Clove is telling him something—no, begging him for something. It takes an embarrassingly long moment to bring her words into focus, but then—oh. He'll remember. It's alright. He couldn't forget. Not when she sounds like that. Utterly wrecked. By him. With him. Gale winds a hand around her with apologetic speed, finds her clit, gives everything has to the last few strokes, and the orgasm feels like it both blows him apart and puts him back together.
Gale heaves them backwards, and they collapse on an unorganized heap of pillows and blankets, side by side on their backs, naked under the night sky, sweaty and panting and absolutely idiotic.
"Gale."
"Yes?"
"I think I need to quit my job."
Call him drunk, but Gale laughs. "You think?"
Clove kicks him in the shin.
"Where do you want to work, my love?"
The name slips out, and goes uncommented on.
"Somewhere less pretentious. With less people in suits."
"Mm."
"Gale," she says again, but there's weight behind it, now. Urgency. Desperation, of some sort.
A pit forms in Gale's stomach.
"Yes?"
"You're going to give me your phone number, and your email address, and your address just in case, and we will… figure it out. Because I—I can't just say goodbye to you now and, and—"
"I know," Gale says quickly, throat tight with relief, finding her hand between them and squeezing until it hurts. "Me neither. We will. I know we will, Clove. It'll be alright."
Clove sniffles. "Okay. Good. I'm still going to drive you to the airport tomorrow and cry the whole time."
"That sounds somewhat unsafe."
"Like you fucking care."
Gale sighs. "Does this new plan of ours mean I can sleep tonight?"
wahh. i am very late. i took a break from prompts and got very distracted. thank you for coming to the bar <3
i would argue this is more of a flirt than a fuck, but it's an extremely handsy flirt, so i'll throw an nsfw warning here jic
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Clove is never up this early. Strives very hard to never have a reason to be, actually, but of course Gale's car is getting its radiator replaced over the one day he needs to go into work early, and of course when he offered to procure a ride some other way Clove insisted she'd drive him. She glares at herself in the mirror, eyes crusted with sleep and hair a mess and toothbrush dangling out of her mouth uselessly because she needed a break from brushing. This as much effort as she was willing to put in for this trip, and it's already too much. The sweatpants are staying.
Gale wanders into the bathroom, fully dressed and clearly in search of the glasses he left on the counter.
"Shirt's crooked," Clove mumbles.
Gale slides his glasses on, examines himself in the mirror, then his eyes flicker to Clove as he adjusts his shirt. A smile tugs at his lips. "Have you given up?"
Clove glares at him, and resumes brushing.
Gale steps behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, ignoring her limp growl. "I could still order a ride."
Clove retorts something that sounds vaguely like you don't have time.
"I have plenty of time," Gale murmurs, turning to plant a kiss on her neck. Clove growls again. "And I've discovered you're rather charming early in the morning."
Clove leans over to spit, and Gale shuffles conspicuously closer to her. The look she shoots him in the mirror as she rinses is soundly ignored, just like all the rest of her warnings. Before she's barely upright, Gale has two fingers on her right cheek and is dragging her face to the left, claiming her lips just as she parts them to object.
Licking into her mouth gives him far more pleasure than it should when she can't possibly taste of anything but toothpaste. The water that was still on her face is soaking into his beard. Before she's had time to fully process whatever type of mood has him kissing her like this at seven in the morning, Gale has two fingers hooked under the waistband of her sweatpants.
"Gale."
"Yes?"
Gale tugs once, and then Clove spins, catches his hand, and rotates them both until he is pressed to the counter instead.
"Can I fucking help you?"
"Oh, definitely."
"It's seven in the morning, Gale. I am half dead."
Clove is so tired she forgot Gale has two hands. The second slips down the front of her sweatpants before she can fully register its existence, and two fingers make themselves at home rubbing slow little circles over her underwear. Clove opens her mouth, and Gale kisses it shut again.
"Let me wake you up," he whispers against her lips. "You don't have to take anything off, or come, or do anything at all. Just let me make your morning a little better. Let me be late for you."
Clove kisses him lazily, and sighs. "Of course you're horny in the morning."
"And you're never awake."
"Is this really all you're gonna do with the opportunity? Just get me a little riled up and then go to work?"
"Yes, I think that sounds nice. I'll be thinking of you at work, and you'll be thinking of me from bed."
Clove sinks her weight into his fingers, and lets the jolt of heat arch her back a little bit. "Yeah, that does sound nice. Maybe I'll text you."
"Well, I, ah—"
A kiss shuts him up, and her tongue makes him moan, and Clove thinks probably she can get away with distracting him at work as much as she chooses. Just like Gale can get away with ignoring all her empty threats and slipping a hand down her pants at seven in the fucking morning.
Clove rolls her hips, shudders once, then Gale withdraws his hand.
"Are you more awake now?"
"No, I think I need to go back to bed."
"Come on, then," Gale says fondly. "Give me a ride first."
Clove keeps him pinned to the counter for another moment. "I am going to text you."
"I know. But I did make your morning better, did I not?"
"Yes."
"Then the texts are an acceptable price to pay."
Clove rolls her eyes, ruffles his hair, and frees him. "You're going to regret calling them that."
i was tagged for a wip by @theendofanerror (<3) and i know i just posted an unasked for snippet from swim like two days ago, but i'm going to post another one anyway and try not to feel embarrassed about it. this one is smut though, so i'll throw it under a cut
tagging @eraserspiral (i know you just did but more if you want? :)) and @12thhouse-sun but no pressure <3
The position is suddenly, jarringly, devastatingly intimate.
Gale is taller than her like this, face tilted down to her from a couple inches above, and it forces Clove to look up at him in a way that feels novelly adoring, nearly reverent. She is struck by the odd thought as she gazes up at him that this can't be far from what it would be like if they danced together. Gale seems to have forgotten his fear of falling entirely, but Clove keeps two palms flat and firm on his back anyway; and there's space between their bodies in places, but she still thinks this might be the closest they've ever been.
"Oh, Clove, I…"
"I know. Can you move?"
Gale lifts himself a couple inches, and captures her bottom lip between his teeth as he sinks back down with a groan.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, Clove. This is—why is this…"
"Because you're taller than me," Clove whispers, landing a peck on the corner of his mouth just before he laughs.
"I am," he whispers back, eyes glassy, nose bumping hers by accident. "You're so beautiful, and I'm…"
Clove slides one hand down over his ass and squeezes, encouraging him to keep moving. Gale obliges, then moans.
Another quick butch princess Wyll because my first one somehow managed to get 3k notes recently <3 thank you everyone for embracing the butch propaganda. One day I'm gonna have to draw more of the other bg3 characters but that day is not today lmao
the worst thing about writing or any kind of craft is having an idea you're really excited to make a reality but then you sit down and realize how much work it's going to take to get to that point and suddenly you feel like those two little gay guys in the mountain in the lord of the rings
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