An emotion caught in her throat. A mixture of anger and disbelief, not at him, but at herself. How could anyone be proud of her? She who couldn’t even drink her kaeth some days without flitting to another half-finished task? “There is nothing to be proud of.”
Gale sighed. “But there is, my love. I’m proud of your strength, not in your ability to lift a sword or go toe to toe in the hells, but in your strength to each day rise and defeat your own inner demons. Whether it be to only wash those sunlit locks of yours, or to half complete a multitude of tasks, leaving chaos in your wake. You do something. You face those demons, and you keep going. And for that, I am proud of you, even if you do fail to believe my words.”
I’ve been trying to manifest a Gale for my middle-aged single ass for over a year now and I think the universe may have delivered him a year ago in the form of a short, chubby, white-haired coworker.
Help me, I think I’m actually falling for this dude 🥰😂
Halsin is a dom but not because he’s muscly and burly and masculine and strong Halsin is a dom because he spent three years chained to a bed with absolutely no ability to control anything around him and experienced firsthand how control can be used as a weapon and a tool of abuse and being a dom both allows him to take back that control and wield it with care and trust and love in a way entirely antithetical to how it was used against him at one time
Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):
“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.
“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.
“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.
“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”
“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”
“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.
I’ve been trying to manifest a Gale for my middle-aged single ass for over a year now and I think the universe may have delivered him a year ago in the form of a short, chubby, white-haired coworker.
Help me, I think I’m actually falling for this dude 🥰😂
This fic is for my beloved @skelvron-keiman, who I am a huge fan of.
I am so happy to have had the opportunity to write for her
Pairing: Gale x Athalia (Tav!Fem)
Warnings: !smut, !domGale, !fingering, !oral, !semi-public sex, !hidden sex, she says a lot of "no" but she is consensual !!
Summary: Gale has some research to do, and asks his wife Athalia, Cleric of Selùne, to let him access the temple library. After an afternoon spent together in a formal manner, his desires for his beloved wife manifest themselves
It was a normal afternoon, warm and clear in Waterdeep.
Normally, at this time of day, Professor Gale Dekarios would be practicing his profession, teaching the young wizards of the Blackstaff Academy.
Normally,
but not today.
Today, in fact, Gale had taken leave to go to a place he was notoriously familiar with; the House of the Moon, the largest church of Selúne on the Sword Coast. As for Gale that day, the House of the Moon in Waterdeep was a destination for pilgrims, believers, worshippers, scholars… and above all, the place where his beloved wife spent most of her day.
She, his brightest star, was there ready to welcome him.
When Gale set foot in the great hall of marble and alabaster, he immediately saw her near the altar.
She was in her white and blue Cleric of Selúne robe, very different from the black and gray of the battlefield he had been accustomed to seeing her in during their adventure in Baldur's Gate. Since she had become Mother of the Faith here in Waterdeep, she wore a robe suitable for functions and ceremonies.
Even though he had seen her like this a thousand times, he always found her beautiful.
Her milky white hair reflected the light, highlighting the color of her pink cheeks. He could have looked at her all day without intervening, like when you admire a beauty of nature.
When her eyes turned in his direction, a tender smile crossed her face
"Gale!"
With a quick step, she reached him in the enormous nave of the Church
"Love! My darling! You've arrived"
"Good evening dear"
He replied, giving her a quick kiss on the knuckles of her hand, holding back his enthusiasm so as not to make it seem obvious to her that he had been waiting to see her all day. Even though he would see her for dinner at their house, like every day, this pleasant detour from their daily routine made him palpitate.
He had waited like a puppy for the moment to leave his office to join her, even if it was for work reasons.
"Come, I'll accompany you to the library"
"Thank you so much for this opportunity, it means a lot to my research"
"Are you kidding? You are 'Gale of Waterdeep' the valiant wizard who saved Baldur's Gate. No one would have denied you the opportunity to read some old tomes"
"And you are the current 'Hero of Baldur's Gate', darling. No one would have denied you, when you asked on my behalf"
The two crossed the Church, moving to the most hidden parts, where only the most recommended Clerics and scholars could enter.
At the doors of the library, the two paladins on guard did not bat an eyelid at Athalia's arrival. She, with a candid smile, only nodded in greeting, which was enough for the two paladins to allow her and her husband to pass to the library.
When the doors opened, shelves and shelves of ancient tomes stood before Gale.
A vast two-floor library, housing them and a few other attentive clerics in research.
Gale admired this spectacle for a few more seconds, before turning his astonished gaze on Athalia
"I really don't know how to thank you"
"Whatever you decide to do with these informations, it will certainly be worthy of note. Like everything you do"
She replied, with a delicate smile at the corner of her mouth.
Gods, how he wanted to kiss her.
Her optimism, her simplicity, her always being so candid and sweet, drove him crazy. She was always kind to him, no matter how.
He felt a visceral need to hold her close and hug her, bombarding her with kisses from forehead to lips.
Behaving so formally, was torture.
But she was working, she was in her temple, he couldn't make her look like young lovers without shame.
He had to hold out until they returned home, to their sacred domestic walls, to worship her as she deserved.
Athalia made her way into the library, showing Gale where the tomes for his research were located. They gathered all the books he had indicated for this work, and together they sat at a table, peering intently into the ancient pages. She spent the whole afternoon with him, helping Gale gather the notes he needed.
Without realizing it, the natural lights were replaced by those of the candelabras, and evening fell on Waterdeep.
Gale only considered the time when he saw his beloved wife yawn. Her tired eyes, like those of a child, were closing more and more every minute.
Gale jumped up
"What time is it? I'm mortified.. I stole so much of your time!"
"It doesn't matter love, it was something important"
"I'm so used to doing such long searches, I didn't notice. I'll help you put these away and we'll go home, okay?"
"I'm happy to have helped you"
Athalia replied, starting to stack the books from the table
"I hope the things you collected are useful to you. If you do, you can always come back. I'll ask for permission again"
"I don't want to take advantage of you so much, darling"
"And miss the chance to spend an unscheduled day with you?"
Athalia's eyes were wide and longing, completely in love with him. She was so sincere in saying those things
He was momentarily speechless, lost in the idea that his wife loved him so much, even in the little things.
She took two steps towards him.
The books clutched in her arms, against her chest.
Their eyes stared at each other for a few more seconds, before she, on her tiptoes, reached him to kiss him.
That moment he had been waiting for all day, had just arrived. His heart fluttered in his chest at the thought of a thousand desires, of how much he still wanted from her. The idea that he couldn't, yet, made all of this paradoxically more exciting.
She immediately pulled away, printing only a quick kiss on his lips.
With an innocent smile, she closed her shoulders shyly, squeaking like a teenager, embarrassed and flattered by the penetrating gaze of him who was still staring at her.
He blinked twice to get all the lustful thoughts out of his mind, and with a smile he let out the air in his chest, saying amusedly
"Uhm- AH! Ok, so.. we were saying-? ...The books! I'll give you a hand putting them back, and then we'll run home"
"Home.."
She replied.
At that point, Gale noticed the light of desire in her eyes. With immense surprise and pleasure, he understood that she was thinking the same things.
She too was being crossed by a flow of pleasure at the idea of going home as quickly as possible to throw herself into his arms.
The day spent together, in a detached and professional manner, was bringing them both to the limit. That kiss, so innocent, had lit them up like two braziers.
She absentmindedly let out a bite on her lower lip, well hidden by the upper one.
Gale felt a jolt of adrenaline run through his spine.
He was unable to help but smile.
He looked away, almost ashamed of how much the idea was amusing him
"Aren't you being a little too perky?"
"Me? You're the one looking at me like you want to eat me"
He snorted amusedly, lowering his gaze, while a grin crossed his face.
"It's not my fault! Look, certain things have an effect on me. If you look at me like that, what should I do?"
She continued to justify herself, now nervous, lowering her voice to a whisper, to not be heard from anyone else.
He looked up to look her in the eyes again, answering impertinently
"If I looked at you like that, and we were at home.. you should just undress, I suppose"
She grabbed a book of the ones she was holding close to her chest, and patted him on the arm in an irritated, but also playful way.
Gale couldn't help but laugh, and apologize to her pleadingly, as she set off to the library to put away all the tomes they had taken out that afternoon.
Briefly, they realized that the library was now empty.
Their footsteps echoed, and their chatter among the shelves was the only thing audible in the corridors of books.
As she put a book down from the top of a stairs, to reach the highest shelves.
Athalia exclaimed
"That was the last one"
"Well, finally"
"I'm not the one who took 17 books, Gale"
"I won't answer"
Gale's arms held the stairs, resting on the rails, so that it wouldn't move. It was equipped with wheels to easily move from one shelf to another, with narrow and high steps that only allowed one person to climb.
Athalia backed down the stairs, finding herself inexorably against Gale, with his arms still intent on holding the ladder.
There was only one step between them, and Gale didn't move to let her pass, rubbing his nose against her neck.
"Gale?"
He didn't answer, but a deep sigh escaped from his chest. His nose followed Athalia's entire neck, up to her shoulder, where he kissed her dress.
"Gale please.. I want you too. We're going home soon"
Gale made a painful and longing "mmh-mh" against Athalia's skin.
A trail of shivers ran down her shoulders, her back, her arms..
She closed her eyes, wrapped in pleasure.
Her eyebrows arched in a painful and worried expression
"Don't persist..."
At that point, he pressed a kiss on her neck. His body became more and more present against her. Athalia's hands had slipped on the handrail to the point of crossing his ones.
She, without realizing it, gasped a moan in her throat.
She hoped with all her being that he hadn't heard it
"You're enjoying it, aren't you?"
"Gale, please.."
Another kiss, this time near her jaw.
"I just want to know that you like it, Athalia"
"This is not the right place.."
This time, another kiss near her ear, where she was most vulnerable. His breath found its way into her ear, as he breathed close to her, making her shiver.
His voice was reduced to a faint, sensual whisper that caressed against her skin.
"Tell me that you like it, despite everything. Tell me that you like it when I kiss you and when I touch you, when I couldn't do it"
One of his hands, began to move up her leg, taking her skirt with it. His fingers were sliding against Athalia's skin, and it was driving him wild.
Athalia turned around abruptly, putting her hands on his chest to push him away, whispering
"Let me get home and I'll show you how much I like all of this, but not now! Not here!"
Gale didn't take his hands off her thighs. His gaze was glassy and stern, almost annoyed by her words. The desire was too much now, and he couldn't resist it anymore.
Slowly, tempting her, and making her desire him more and more, he approached her again, nestling his face against her neck. Leaning over her, Athalia felt crushed, even though she was on the highest step, the difference in heights made them the same height
"Gale ..!"
"I heard you"
His tongue grazed her skin with these words, his lips caressed her neck.
By now Athalia's body was completely covered in goosebumps.
When he became so possessive she went crazy, she didn't think straight and she gave herself to him, to everything he wanted to do to her, even though she knew how wrong it was there at that moment.
"I just want to have a taste of what awaits me at home"
Gale continued, now opening his mouth completely against Athalia's neck, starting to kiss and suck.
Her legs gave out and her ass ended up against a step of the stairs. He followed her, leaning on his knees on the ground, and crushing her gently. The pleasure was consuming her, her eyes disappeared behind her eyelids and her chest swelled under his deep sigh.
"Yes.. Show me how much you enjoy when you don't want to, Athalia. Show me how much your body can resist"
His voice continues to scratch the skin, whispering and growling like an animal.
Gale's hands reached the upper part of her thighs, and grabbed her flesh, squeezing it gently.
At that point, against Athalia's neck, Gale also let out a deep moan. She buried her face against his shoulder, stifling her moans of pleasure against the fabric of his clothes, to not to be heard.
But he could hear her very well
and he was going crazy at the idea of making her please with so little attentions.
The desire to do it, there and now, was consuming them both.
The clothes prevented Athalia from feeling how hard he had become in a minute, and how wet he was getting as his desire grew.
Gale, on the other hand, slid a hand between her thighs, and felt with the tips of his fingers how wet she was, even through her underwear.
He pulled away from her neck, resting his forehead against hers.
For a moment they did nothing but catch their breath, one against the other, in the silence of the empty library.
Athalia hoped with all her heart that this outburst was over, and that now they would get up as if nothing had happened.
She hoped that he had calmed down and had obtained what he was looking for.
But the truth was she wanted as much as him, if not more, for him to take her quickly on that stairs
"Look at you..."
Gale said, with a raspy voice
"You're a mess down here"
His fingers slid deeper and deeper, moving her panties aside, making their way to the most delicate and sensitive spots.
A satisfied grin, instead, made its way onto Gale's face.
What a pleasure to feel her so wet, to feel how only his words and a few kisses had reduced her to this state. She was eager to have more and he was ready to please her if only she had asked for it.
It didn't matter where they were anymore, it only made things more exciting and sinful. Even her Cleric robes in this context were turning him on tremendously.
"Gale, no!"
"Ooh.. You're loving it like crazy, aren't you Athalia?"
"No, no.. Please, wait-"
"Don't deny it"
Athalia's voice was fickle, she couldn't really stop either. If she had been sincere, he would have stopped immediately. He never did things she didn't like, he never forced her.
But here, Athalia's body and voice were betraying her. Every inch of her body, encouraged Gale to do more. Her voice was low and sensual, almost as if it excited her even more to say "no" to receive the opposite effect from Gale.
He knew those "no"s well.
Those "no"s of his sweet little wife so shy, so delicate, who didn't have the courage to say when something excited her so much. She was ashamed to admit that there, in her temple, wearing her Cleric robes, she was dying with all her heart just to have sex.
Gale's fingers slipped into her opening.
Athalia's mouth opened wide at the sensation, while her nails dug into his shoulders
Gale took advantage of this to gently and sweetly bite her lower lip, then whispering into her mouth
"Tell me no, honestly this time"
His fingers,
so expert, so confident...
"Tell me you don't want it and I'll stop"
He was digging deep into her pleasure, and she was completely unable to speak. Her breathing became fast and deep, only small moans, tender and exciting, came out of her mouth accompanying each thrust of his fingers.
Gale smiled at her, resting his lips against hers
"Yeah, like this. Good girl"
His hands abandoned Athalia's soft thighs, slipping immediately into his mouth. He savored those two fingers slowly, letting out a long moan, satisfied and pleased.
He inhaled, then held his breath in his chest, trying with all his might to contain the beast inside him that was about to tear her clothes off to penetrate her completely and fast on that stairs.
Gale kissed her knee first, then the inside of her thigh and as he went lower and lower, making his way between her skirts, Athalia became aware of what he was about to do and pulled herself up on her elbows, in an attempt to get up
"Gale stop! No no! Not that-"
She didn't have time to finish her sentence, that Gale completely buried his mouth against her panties, destroyed by her fluids.
Athalia arched her back, quickly putting a hand over her mouth so as not to exclaim a moan out loud.
Gale heard very well that muffled moan, and responded with one of his own.
The excitement was consuming him.
Gale pushed her panties aside with two fingers, continuing his precise work with his tongue inside.
Athalia gave in completely to the pleasure.
By now, the orgasm was so close that it would have taken her less time to reach it, than to stop Gale.
The moment was too involving; the two of them hidden between the shelves of her temple, she who shouldn't be there, he who shouldn't be there.
Having sex in that place was completely wrong, and that made it even more desirable.
Athalia grabbed Gale's hair with one hand, while the other remained against her mouth to prevent her from making any noise.
She gently pushed Gale's head between her thighs, and that drove him completely crazy.
Knowing that he had been able to satisfy her so much that she wanted to come, had made him unstoppable.
When she found the courage to overcome that inhibition and to express her true ardour, he completely lost control. His only goal at that point was to please her only as she wanted, only as she deserved.
Athalia's breathing was getting faster and faster, and her thighs were getting tighter around Gale's shoulders. Her mouth was now so wide open that her small and delicate hand could no longer contain it. Her moans, so faint, were drowning in the deep breaths that she inhaled with her mouth.
Gale's tongue wrapped around her clit and began to suck and kiss it with the hope of making her come as soon as possible and making her writhe on that staircase.
He wanted to see her back bend, her legs tremble, feel her muscles tense.
Gods how close he was to an orgasm too.
A little friction and he would have erupted.
"Miss Athalia?"
A voice echoed from the front door.
They had never been so fast.
In a few seconds, he stood up, adjusting her skirts. She stood up and stepped down the stairs, quickly running a hand over Gale's lips and chin, completely smeared with her juices.
A fraction of a second, and they were exactly as they had been when they entered the library.
"Yes? What is it?"
One of the Selùne paladins from the entrance came forward along the corridors of the library. When he saw her, he walked towards her with a gentle smile
"Oh, there you are"
The two of them did their best to suppress any emotion, and appear completely normal
"It's late, she's staying at the temple longer than usual. Is everything okay? Does she need to be taken home?"
"Oh how kind of you! There's no need this time, dear. He's my husband, I'll go home with him tonight. Thank you for your concern"
"A duty, Miss Athalia. Then, have a good evening"
With a slight bow, he left the corridor and headed back to the entrance.
Athalia let out a long sigh of relief, terrified that he might notice something suspicious.
Gale adjusted his clothes further, with discretion
"So.."
"So, what?"
"You seemed quite involved, despite everything"
"Argh.. you! You would like that, mh?"
she replied, slightly nervous. It was impossible to understand if her face was red from the orgasm she had almost reached, or because he continued to tease her
"I'll leave you the honor of finishing all this at home"
"Ah! You'll be pleased to know then.."
A grin of amusement crossed Gale's face
"I was holding back a lot"
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Thank you so much for reading!
English is not my first language and this is the first fic I've written in years.
I hope you enjoyed it
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