borrow the moonlight until it is through
Pairing: Rolan/f!Tav
Summary:
Rolan learns that thanking Cressida for saving his family with gold was not the sort of gratitude she was looking for. Which means he will have to think of a way to both thank her and make up for the misunderstanding. - OR: These two idiots finally do something about their feelings. (Can be read on its own or with the rest of the series)
CW: Smut, MDNI 18+
Read on AO3 | Full series on AO3
Word Count: 4k
A/N: This is my first smut fic ever, so I hope y'all enjoy!! Special thanks to @underdark-dreams and @kimberbohwrites for beta reading <3 they're both incredible people and writers and you should check them out if you haven't already <3
Cressida watched as Rolan walked back into the inn before looking back down at the bag he handed her in disbelief. Had he really responded to her words, her genuine attempt at vulnerability, by paying her?
Were it not for how much magic and energy she spent at Moonrise, Cressida was certain she would have created a small storm from the range of emotions coursing through her. That was far from the reaction she hoped for. Then again, what had she expected?
She knew what she had expected, of course. Something that matched the concern he displayed while in Moonrise. While he went against what she told him to do, it had been to protect her. Not to mention the warmth she had felt when he helped her get to the boat after getting injured. He held her with what felt like such care. Cressida found herself wanting more of that. Regardless of how vulnerable it made her.
Rolan’s response was the reality check she needed. She was hung up on her own projections, nothing more. Why would he want anything to do with her after everything he knew about her and everything he saw? She was good for bloodshed, not much else.
The slight ache in her chest wasn’t his fault. She shouldn’t have tried opening up to someone she barely knew. Least of all someone who was about to be Lorroakan’s apprentice. Getting close to him was stupid. It was practically asking Rolan to choose between a man he admired and someone who inadvertently caused some of the worst moments of his life.
Asking him to pick was unfair. Not that Rolan had any idea of her history with Lorroakan. With any luck, he never would. It wouldn’t do either of them any good to rehash the past.
The pouch signaled that their relationship was transactional. She provided him a service. Not that having him risk his life in a building full of deranged cultists was her idea of a service, but she did get his siblings back. He chose to compensate her accordingly.
However, she could hardly let him give her gold that he had far more need of. It wouldn’t have been right to force him into an uncomfortable position on his remaining journey.
So she went back to the inn. Sure enough, the three siblings were congregated near the bar, chatting away. It was the most relaxed she had ever seen Rolan.
Good, that meant he wouldn’t be expecting her.
“There’s the woman of the hour!” Lia exclaimed, raising a mug in Cressida’s direction, “Still can’t believe you let this idiot tag along with you.”
Cressida shrugged, standing between Lia and Rolan, “Strength in numbers, right?”
“I just didn’t think he would be a strong number,” Lia replied with a teasing grin, “Thanks for keeping him safe.”
Cal nodded in agreement, “We really can’t thank you enough, Cressida.”
Lia looked at Rolan and then to Cressida. As though trying to speak to him with her mind.
“Well? Don’t you have something to say?” she asked, still eyeing between them.
Cressida used this moment of everyone being focused on talking to slide the pouch back into the pockets of Rolan’s robes. Right in the nick of time as he looked from Lia to her and let out a slight laugh.
“I thanked you once already, don’t be greedy.”
Despite the impossible to place hurt, she felt her face burn at his words, “I… I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Cressida made her way back to her room on the second floor of the inn with little fanfare after that. It was a small room, but it was her own and it meant she could stay up as late as she wished without any of the others being bothered by whatever candlelight she needed.
She occupied herself with some plum fizz and a journal of Balthazar’s to prepare for what they would encounter at the mausoleum. With the hope that somewhere in all of this was the secret to killing an immortal man. For all the times she rolled her eyes and claimed anyone could be killed, she had her reservations and doubts.
The sounds of people celebrating in the common area dwindled and Cressida was unsure of how long she stayed up reading. A part of her knew she should get some rest, but she also kept insisting that she just needed to get through one more page. All the way until a knock snapped her out of her focus.
Who could have been knocking on her door at this hour was beyond her. If she had to guess, it was likely Shadowheart or Astarion wanting to gossip about something they learned at the party.
“It’s open,” she said, barely looking up from her reading.
A loud creak sounded as the door swung open and caused her to jump. Rolan all but stormed into the room, shutting the door behind him. A sight that she wouldn’t have minded were it not for the anger plain on his face.
“What in the hells is your problem?!” he exclaimed, already starting to pace her room with his tail flicking back and forth behind him.
She closed the book, “Excuse me? You’re the one who barged into my room.”
“I take the time to find out why you’re keeping to yourself, I apologize to you for being an ass, which I’ll still admit to. And then I attempt to repay you with everything I have and you don’t even bother to explain why you won’t take the money, you just slip it back into my pockets when I’m not looking!” he huffed, glaring at her, “Nothing I try to do is good enough for you, and I deserve to know why.”
Cressida blinked in surprise, standing up, “Hold on, you’re trying to say I’m in the wrong here?”
“Yes! Because you are!”
“Let me get this straight. You approach me, and when I open up to you about how I’m used to people expecting the worst from me or only wanting me for the things I can do for them, you proceed to pay me like a common fucking sellsword. Never mind the fact that you helped with the breakout! You foolishly give me apparently a good chunk of your money which I don’t even need. And you’re upset that I made sure you didn’t wind up broke on your way to the city?” she crossed her arms, stepping closer to him, “Look, if you want to give me some gold to make yourself feel better or feel like we’re even, that’s your prerogative. But I’m not under any obligation to take it.”
“Do you think I’m giving you money to help myself feel better?!” the tiefling rolled his eyes, “Give me a fucking break, you were talking about how everyone takes from you with nothing in return! How do you expect me to respond?!”
Cressida threw her hands in the air, “I don’t know! I thought maybe you would say or do something that would… it doesn’t matter. Clearly you want to keep our relationship transactional and that’s fine. It’s on me for misunderstanding.”
“I wasn’t keeping anything transactional, I was apologizing. I’ve never seen this as transactional,” he insisted.
She met his gaze which faltered to his lips for a moment, “How do you see it, then?”
When and how they got this close was beyond her. And it was impossible to think straight with his golden eyes practically burning into her. Never mind the tail that was now wrapped around her thigh. Cressida wasn’t quite sure who leaned in first, but she felt Rolan’s lips on hers in a heated kiss she thought she had to be imagining. It was so much like what she imagined. But there was no mistaking the warmth of his arms wrapping around her or the faint taste of wine on his lips. It took every ounce of self-control to not melt into him. Despite her own want, she pulled back, pushing against his chest.
“Rolan, I- I shouldn’t…” she stammered, attempting to catch her breath, “We… shouldn’t.”
He placed a hand on her hip, “Why not?”
“I- um… I could die. Soon, really soon,” she managed, her mouth dry as she tried to ignore her own desire, “Or become a mind flayer. And… and there’s your apprenticeship. You need to focus on that, right? It’s better if we don’t…”
“All the more reason, no? While there’s still time. After all, I clearly need to find a different way to make it up to you,” He pulled her in closer and used his other hand to tilt her chin up so she was looking at him, “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want this.”
Her mind was clouded from the way he looked at her alone. No amount of the logical part of her brain screaming that this wouldn’t end well was a match for the burning between her legs.
“Of course I want you,” she admitted, her hands on his shoulders, “But you should go.”
“Why?”
“Because…” she trailed off, trying to find her words, “Oh, fuck it.”
Rolan let her pull him down by his collar far too easily. His lips melded against hers in a slower kiss that still held just as much passion as the first. Her hands found the back of his neck and went to his hair, aiming to mess up the carefully placed hairstyle he always kept it in.
Once she managed that, she started fumbling with the back of the mantle he always kept on. Their lips only parted to discard that and his robes in a swift blur which still left him in a shirt and trousers under that. He placed a hand to the small of her back and pulled her so she was flush against him. She couldn’t help the gasp that left her as his hands went down further to cup her ass.
He let out a breath that sounded close to a laugh against her lips, “I take it you want me to stay.”
“No shit,” she panted, “I, um… I should warn you, though, it’s um… been a while since I was with anyone.”
Rolan let out a breath of relief, “That’s all?”
“Well, yes, but… I mean, it’s been years, I-” he cut her off with a soft kiss.
“You’re cute when you worry,” he tucked a stray curl behind her ear, “If it’s any consolation, it’s been a while for me as well. And I highly doubt my studies with Lorroakan will-”
“Please don’t talk about your apprenticeship while I’m thinking about you fucking me.”
“Right, of course. Where were we again?”
With his lips on hers once again, she felt him lift her as though she were nothing, her legs straddling him. A surprised gasp left her against his mouth. Rolan smirked against her mouth in reply as he set her on the desk she had been working at.
She wrapped her legs around him and he started to leave her mouth, traveling to kiss down her neck. A high-pitched whimper left her and she tilted her neck, giving him better access as he licked and sucked at her skin. She shuddered and her hips bucked against him while his hands wandered over the curves of her body, one pausing to knead at her breast.
Rolan let out a low chuckle and hummed into her neck, “Who’d have thought you’d be so sensitive. Is this what you want?”
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned as he found a sensitive spot she had long since forgotten about.
He pulled back to get a better look at her and his golden eyes glowed in the dim candlelight of the room. A part of her expected him to come back to his senses and leave, but his hand cupped her face and stroked her cheek.
“As much as I like exploring your neck, I’d quite like to find out what sounds you make when I explore elsewhere,” he said, looking her up and down so slowly that he was all but undressing her with his eyes.
“Oh?” her face heated up as she put together what he was saying, “Oh!”
“You have had sex before, right?”
“Yes!” she glared at him, “I just… haven’t had anyone go down on me before.”
Rolan pulled back, “You’re fucking with me.”
“I’m not.”
“You’ve had some abysmal partners, then.”
She let out a slight laugh, “That’s one way to put it.”
“It seems I have my work cut out for me,” he replied with a gleam in his eyes.
Rolan pulled her into a lingering kiss before starting to undo the laces of her pants while she went to undo her shirt. Their hands fumbled over each other. Though, he paused at the sight of the dressings on her shoulder and her torso.
“Zurgan, don’t these still hurt?”
She shrugged, “Hardly, I’ve had a potion and Shadowheart knows what she’s doing.”
“But still, surely, the wounds are lingering or you wouldn’t have them covered,” he reached out a tentative hand on the shoulder wound, hovering over the dressings, “You should still be resting.”
“If I wanted you to use your mouth to chastise me, I would’ve said so,” she remarked, “Besides, if you do it right, it’s technically resting, no?”
“Very well, but I can’t possibly keep you in this position,” he picked her up once more and took the few steps over before laying her on the bed with such care Cressida was almost certain she was dreaming, “Promise you’ll let me know if it hurts?”
“I promise.”
He started kissing down her neck once more, going lower to her collarbone. The surprise of it got a gasp from her and she could feel Rolan smirking into her skin. He knew exactly what he was doing and as much as Cressida wanted to call him on it, she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to stop as he nipped at her skin, trailing down to her breasts. She slid the last of her shirt off, leaving her with only her heart-shaped necklace remaining. He then took one of her breasts in his hand before taking it in his mouth, their eyes meeting for a moment. His other hand teased her other breast, playing with the nipple until it was hardened before he switched to use his mouth on that one.
Once he was done, he continued to trail kisses down her stomach. She couldn’t help the sounds that left her as he got ever closer to where she needed him the most. Though, Rolan paused once more as he approached the bandage from where the sword hit her. This wasn’t the first time someone worried about her, but it was the first time someone showed it so plainly. To the point she knew she had to reassure him.
Cressida reached down, tilting Rolan’s head up to look at her, “It really doesn’t hurt, Rolan. I promise. It didn’t hurt too badly in the first place. This is just to make sure it doesn’t get infected.”
“You’re insane.”
“I’ve had far worse,” she replied.
He rolled his eyes, “What could that possibly be?”
“Headaches, mostly. Ones so awful I can barely see or get out of bed for days… I was also bitten by a whale.”
“How in the hells were you bitten by-” he shook his head, “You’re distracting me.”
“You asked.”
He scoffed, “It was rhetorical.”
“You were curious.”
“I can assure you I was not.”
“If you’re not curious, can you focus?”
Instead of more words, he nipped at her hipbone which elicited a squeal from her.
“Rolan, I-”
“I thought you wanted me to focus,” he looked up at her, his eyes glowing with mischief and lust in the dim light, “Now, hush, you. Before you derail this night further by telling me you rode a dragon once.”
“Well, I-” he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh which made her let out a whine.
He laughed, “That’s more like it.”
Rolan cupped her still clothed heat, dipping a finger under the flimsy fabric, “I haven’t even touched you properly and you’re soaking.”
She moved to shift out of her underwear, trying to grind her cunt into his face and he smirked, “Someone’s eager.”
“Someone’s teasing.”
“Oh, come off it, you’re clearly enjoying this,” he pressed another kiss to her hip before helping her out of her underwear, “I think you like having someone in charge. Not having to craft every second of everything you do.”
He let the fabric fall to the ground with the rest of her discarded clothes, “And it would be a travesty to not give you such a well-earned break.”
Before she could point out that he was taking his sweet time, he buried his head between her legs and lapped at her folds. His nose brushed against her clit and she bucked into his face, desperate for the friction she had been desperately needing. His ministrations left her whimpering and unable to think. She needed something to hold on to, but the sheets offered her little support in that regard. She gripped his horns, moaning as his tongue continued exploring her cunt.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, “Need more of you.”
He looked up at her, his eyes darkened with lust, “You really are greedy, you know. You’re lucky I like that.”
For a moment, she thought he was ignoring her. Before she noticed the spade-shaped tip of his tail reaching between her legs. Cressida’s eyes widened in surprise and anticipation as his tail approached her cunt. She shivered as his tail teased at her entrance before slowly going inside her.
A moan left her as the end of his tail went further inside of her. She gripped his horns tighter, reaching the base. He moaned against her cunt and started moving his tail in and out. As his movements continued, she felt the heat building up in her stomach start to reach a blissfully unbearable state.
“Rolan, I- fuck!”
“You can let go, I’ve got you,” he said, continuing his pace.
The tight coil within her snapped in her and her body shook through the waves of release, her back arching uncontrollably. She felt wind and sparks of her own magic course over her body as she came undone, giving away just how much she savored each moment. Her breathing was heavy as she came down from the release. How she had any amount of magic within her to do that was beyond her. Then her eyes widened.
“Shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked, sitting up.
Rolan moved to face her, “No, it tickled at most. I thought you said you’d done this before.”
“I have.”
“And you expect me to believe you’ve never come before?”
Cressida let out a frustrated groan, “No, I have! It’s just…”
“You’ve never come so hard before?”
“You’re not letting me finish!”
“I believe I just did.”
Cressida rolled her eyes, “I meant that the storm magic is new for me.”
He raised a brow, “Really? You know what, no. I’m not letting you distract me.”
“Wouldn’t have been distracting if you weren’t interrupting me.”
Rolan shook his head, “Whatever you say. But I was thinking of laying you on this bed and fucking you until you make it rain.”
“I- okay, yeah,” she replied, “You don’t want me to, um, return the favor?”
“You’re supposed to be resting, so no.”
Cressida huffed, “Okay, fine. Whatever makes you happy.”
“You say that like being inside of you isn’t the best idea I’ve had all night.”
Cressida shook her head, smiling despite herself, “I think it’s up there.”
Rolan pulled her into another deep, slow kiss before letting his forehead rest against hers, “Then quit distracting me.”
“Bold words for someone who’s on top of me,” she replied, toying with the bottom of his shirt, “And is far too clothed. I think you’re the distraction.”
“Oh, if you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask, darling.”
“I’m asking.”
Rolan smirked at that, rewarding her words by helping her pull his shirt off and tossing it to the floor in a whirlwind of the remains of his clothes. She took a moment to look at him properly. His face clearly flushed a deeper red from everything they had already done. She stared almost transfixed by the ridges on his chest and his torso. A pattern she couldn’t help noticing on the rest of his body.
“If you don’t close your jaw, you’ll catch flies,” he remarked, “I must be your first tiefling.”
Her face heated up at that, “It’s that obvious?”
“Yes, but it’s cute,” he cupped her face.
She rolled her eyes, “Hardly.”
“You’re allowed to be wrong,” he kissed her cheek before taking one of her hands with his free one, “Here, touch me. You’re obviously curious.”
There was a tone in his voice that indicated he was not going to argue it further. So she gently traced over the ridges of his chest with her fingers.
Rolan leaned into her touch, letting out a soft, contented hum. Cressida pulled him into a soft, tender kiss that was perhaps too gentle for what this was supposed to be. But she took that moment to turn him over so she was straddling him. She started tracing over his ridges with her fingers and kissing down his neck.
He groaned as her lips went lower to his collarbone and then to the ridges of his chest and her hand went to stroke his hardened length. Had she not shifted in a way that caused her to wince at her bindings being tugged, she was certain Rolan wouldn’t have stopped her. However, she did and he paused.
“You’re supposed to be resting, no?”
“I was, sort of. Not like you were complaining.”
“I wasn’t, considering you were seducing me,” he gently turned her so she was on her back once more, “Quite well, I might add. When you’re not recovering from saving my family, I might just let you have your way with me.”
Rolan gave his length a few pumps before lining himself with her entrance. Then Cressida felt him slowly stretch her as he took time for her to adjust to his ridged length and let out a low moan.
“Gods, you’re so tight,” he groaned as all of his cock entered her before starting a slow thrust.
She wrapped her legs around him, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as he fucked her. Both of them moaned into each other’s mouths and her hands ran down his back as she started to feel another burning coil building inside of her as his thrusts sped up the slightest bit.
“Fuck, Rolan, I- I’m close.”
He grinned against her mouth, “Good, let go with me.”
Her walls clenched around his cock as his thrusts stuttered as he released inside of her. A light mist and a cool breeze surrounded them both from her powers as Cressida came down from hers. Both of them panting in the wake of their releases.
Rolan pulled out of her and rolled over so he was laying next to her. He prestidigitated the mess and pulled her close to himself.
“Does that make up for our misunderstanding?” he asked, holding her hand and kissing her knuckles.
Cressida let out a slight laugh, her heart feeling oddly light for the first time in far too long, “And then some. You were…”
As she tried to find the right words, she noticed Rolan’s brow furrow as he looked at her arm. He pulled her arm closer.
“Is that… is that Infernal?” he asked and she tugged her arm back.
“Something like that…” she frowned, her eyes gazing at the scars for a moment, “It’s from a long time ago.”
He shook his head, “Of course, I shouldn’t have pried… I can take my leave, if you’d like.”
That was the easier option. Leave it there and keep things simple. And yet… after spending so much time alone….
“No,” she turned over to meet his gaze, “Stay.”
So he did.
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