Author's Note: Alrighty I just want everyone to know that this horny posting is, @arczism 's fault. See this amazing piece of art and this amazing piece of art to understand why this fic was born. And you can bet every single pair of soiled panties on the planet that a version of this will be featured in Ubi amor.
Naughty Tags: blowjob, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, dirty talk, Gale is SO hot, oh my God.
Or, read it on Ao3!
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You pressed your lips to his skin, cold meeting warmth, and finally understood reverence. Your eyes fell closed and you breathed him in -- musk, vanilla, and heat that permeated your nose and set your core aflame. The gentle gasp that escaped his throat only had you burning hotter as you learned his bumps and valleys by mouth alone.
Soft, hot, twitching -- God above, he was perfect. With an iron grip on his hip, you let your other hand wander up the scattered trail of hair that climbed his torso, moaning when the muscles beneath your fingertips flexed in response.
"By Mystra's mantle," he gasped, fingers curling into your hair when you suddenly nibbled at his hip bone.
"Don't say her name while my mouth is on you," you growled, nipping his skin again. You exhaled into the dip, surprised at your own possessiveness. But the strained groan that stuttered from his lips and the way his hips canted, fingers curling tighter into your hair as they did so, sent a rush of validated confidence through your veins.
Your tongue flicked out and tasted him, and you felt your skin flush, like your body already knew it had found its new addiction. He groaned and you were lost to him, suckling and nibbling your way across his abdomen; eyes closed, half delirious in your need to burn his taste onto your tongue forever. When your fingertips reached the paltry towel - the only thing separating you from the pleasure you ached to give him - his hips stuttered in your hands.
"Hells below," he grunted, his eyes locked on yours in a desperate dance of longing and impatience.
"Much better," you murmured, your lips quirking up. He whimpered - God, what a sound - and you hooked your fingers over the fabric, tugging it free with little hesitation. A guttural moan pierced the air between you; did that come from your throat? Or his? You couldn't decide, already too hazy to care as your lips found his flushed tip. You felt a tug on your hair and your eyes drank in his visage on their way to meet his, parched in a way you'd never known before. When blue locked onto brown, a broken cry left his lips and you exhaled, hot and needy, directly onto his cock. It twitched in response and you could feel the way your mouth salivated at the sight.
"P-Please," he rasped, fingers threading further into your hair in a desperate attempt to keep still.
"What was that?" you muttered, burning blood pounding in your ears. You needed to hear it again.
"Please, gods, by the weave, take me." His skin flushed a pretty pink all the way up as the words left his lips and you hummed in approval.
Echoing his favorite sentiments, you pressed a kiss to his leaking tip and murmured against the pulsing skin, "As you wish, my love." His hips stuttered, but you held him fast, opening your lips around him and taking him into your mouth. Sobbed cries of your name fell from his lips again and again, like a prayer already half answered, and whispers of how good you felt and how wonderful you are followed in quick succession. You keened at his praise and took him further, until you were forced to bring your hand from his hip to assist you.
You breathed through his involuntary movements, relaxing into the taste of warm salt on your tongue as he swiftly approached his release. Seconds later, he tugged you back, and you released him, gazing up at him with confusion in your eyes. He looked glorious - his hair fell in disarray over his face; wavy pieces hanging heavy with sweat at the ends, the apples of his cheeks stained a beautiful pink, a color that traveled down his neck and was creeping across his chest. His chest heaved and sweat beads had gathered in the dips of his torso. The picture of a man undone. You bit your lip, relishing the rush of heat that rushed to your core at the realization that this was your doing.
"I need-" he panted, hand still fisted in your hair. "I-" His brows knitted together; stringing together words was not normally so difficult for him. Finally, he huffed - defeat - and growled, "Come here." You stood without question, eager to let him take you, but you still gasped when he wrenched you to his chest and heaved you up by the undersides of your knees. Your ankles locked behind him in an instant and you yelped as your back hit the cold wall behind you, knocking you breathless. His lips were on yours before you could even register your new position and he groaned, deep and aching, into your mouth. You scrambled to keep up with him, grabbing onto his shoulders like a lifeline as his lips left yours and blazed a wet trail down the column of your neck. You shivered when he bit down, ever so gently, near your collarbone, then huffed a soft laugh in the same spot.
"You," he muttered between peppering kisses against your skin. "you have made a ruin of me, and I have allowed it - no, I have encouraged it, and have enjoyed every moment. And now, I will make a ruin of you." He smiled against your chest and you shivered again, anticipation rolling through you in waves. Your head fell against his shoulder and you took to repaying his favor, claiming his skin with your mouth and tongue just as he had done yours; so focused that you yelped when his fingers found your clit and rubbed in tight, quick circles that had your eyes rolling back. You bucked against his fingers, body searching for more, and Gale - being the ever generous lover he was - provided, dipping a finger into your awaiting hole and pumping into you with a dizzying rhythm.
"G-Gale! Oh hells, Gale!" you cried, no longer in control of the way your body stuttered and tilted, pulsing in time with the rhythm of his ministrations. A second finger spread you wider and you sobbed in gratitude, the extra stretch just enough to send stars exploding behind your eyes. You rocked onto his fingers with wild abandon, and he worked you through your peak, scissoring your hole as the aftershocks took you again and again.
"My love," he choked. "so perfect for me, so lovely; comets weep, for they are dwarfed by you. The cosmos cannot compare, nor do they dare to try." He murmured sweet nothings into the crook of your neck as his thumb circled your still trembling entrance, soothing you for what came next. You whimpered into his hair, nerves frayed, and yet you still needed him. You already missed the way he filled you, and you ground your hips against him, using the wall behind you as leverage. "So eager," he purred. It sounded close enough to praise for you to mewl into his ear and tighten your grip on him. "Very well, my dearest," he murmured, his fingers leaving you to position himself at your entrance. "I will not leave you wanting."
When he sank into you, letting you slide down the wall to mount him properly, you shuddered into each other's mouths - it felt like coming home. He gave you time to adjust to the size of him - thick, but oh, so perfect - before his thumb found your swollen nub and circled it - once; twice - then paused. You wailed at the contact, hips bucking without your permission, and you choked out a sob as he pulsed inside of you. "Gaaale," you whined, your eyes screwed so tightly shut that your head ached. "Please- please!"
"Tell me what you want, my love," he cooed in your ear - a playful taunt from your earlier stunt.
You groaned, too far gone to pay him back in kind. "P-please move. Move, god, please, please, please..." your voice fell off, but Gale seemed satisfied with your answer, pressing his lips to yours and pulling you halfway off his cock before lowering you down again with a hiss. You took him greedily, panting into his ear as he used the wall to his advantage, angling himself to plunge deep every time, and whispering words you no longer understood into the skin at your shoulder. As his pace frenzied, your fingers dove into his damp brown locks and dragged his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. Your body slid against his, sweat mingling with release as skin slapped against skin - the only sound in the room besides the fervent declarations of love whispered between you.
You felt his muscles pulling taut beneath you and his grip on your backside tightened as he rutted into you. "Hold-" the word was strangled, but the meaning was clear enough. You gripped his shoulders and one of his hands traveled between you, his thumb pressing against your clit so suddenly that you saw white and your body descended into violent shakes, your pleasure tearing through you like a storm. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered Gale coming apart inside of you, his arms locked so tightly around you that you were no longer certain where he ended and you began, panting your name in your ear as hot spurts of his seed coated your walls.
You floated back into awareness slowly, small spasms keeping you walking the edge of reality and ecstasy as Gale lowered you both down onto the soft sheets, you atop him. You hummed against his chest, already pleasantly aching as he softened inside of you. "My sweet love," he mumbled, lips on the damp hair at the crown of your head. "You are wondrous."
A soft giggle fell from your lips and you craned your neck surging up to capture his mouth with yours. "You're not so bad yourself," you teased and he quirked a tired brow at you.
"Not so bad?" His gaze was pointed, but there was enough mirth behind it that you knew he had understood your intent. You giggled again and bumped his nose with your own.
"'Not so bad', in this case, meaning world-endingly, mind-blowingly perfect in every way," you nuzzled his nose and he chuckled, arms encircling you again.
"Well, I suppose that's high enough praise to consider the evening won."
You laughed then, full-bodied and uninhibited, and Gale's eyes softened, watching you like you were the only stars the sky had ever needed. "I should say so."
"Shall we sleep, or shall we bathe, milady?" Gale asked, fingers trailing up and down your spine.
You shivered when he reached your low back. "Sleep. We'll wake and bathe in a couple of hours. I, for one, don't believe I could make it to the terrace from here, let alone the bathroom."
Gale laughed, shaking his head. "I would carry you, my love. I am not so weak after that little endeavor that I could not carry my partner to a well-deserved bath."
You flushed, still unused to someone so confident in lifting you, and tucked your nose into his neck. "Sleep, Gale. I don't want to move from this spot just yet. You are quite comfortable, you know."
His palms made tracks up and down your body and he chuckled lowly. "Very well. I can't say I'm opposed to remaining wrapped up in you a little longer, myself."
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Gale, knowing what long-time, ever-enduring pain feels like; knowing how it wears you down over time.
Gale, being the calm and steadfast presence that rides the tides with you - patient and caring, even as you rage against the unfairness of it all.
Gale, gathering you in his arms when he knows you've had enough. When he knows it's all you can do to continue breathing without screaming.
Gale, pressing your ear to his heartbeat without a word, because words have long since been not enough to quell the ache. But his heartbeat is. His love is. His presence is, and he knows it.
Gale, worrying himself into migraines on the days you seem empty - so empty that he looks for the light that's supposed to be in your eyes in the other rooms of the house; tries to bring bits and pieces of it to you when he finds it.
Gale, laying down beside you and curling himself around you on the days it doesn't work.
Gale, rejoicing in relief on the days it does, coming to life the way he's meant to be and bringing more light with him.
Gale, teaching you things when you are willing, to distract from the sharp pins and needles when you move if nothing else.
Gale, taking your hands into his own with all the gentleness he has saved up for you through the years.
Gale, reminding you that, yes, even like this, you are loved, you are worthy, and you are his.
Author's Note: What started out as a Late Night Thought became this monster of a scene that will eventually be featured in my reverse-isekai Songweave long-fic! This is the standalone version that features a formal event, some horny texting, and switch Gale + switch Lyra!
Warning: Explicit smut; unprotected penetration; sexting; dom/sub if you squint; switch sex dynamics; exhibitionism; wall sex; dirty talk (lots of it); predator/prey if you have binoculars; cunnilingus, f-receiving (just a little; can't help myself); fingering, f-receiving; creampie; quickie
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You bit your lip and worried it between your teeth. Your finger hovered hesitantly over the button, halfway between abandoning the idea before you began and throwing caution completely to the wind. You observed him from your seat in the corner. He looked so good. Sinfully good. He had donned a pair of navy dress pants, a white button-up, and a blazer to match the pants.
The top button had no chance against the expanse of his broad chest, and button and slit sat an inch apart, exposing the smallest tease of deep purple orb tendrils and dark hair. Only you knew where the trail of that hair led, and you bruised your lip further when the vision clouded your mind's eye. Everyone was so charmed by him; how could they not be? He was sophisticated, well-read, intelligent, charismatic, handsome. The way the women - and some of the men - in the room stared as he chatted sent both pride and irritation ripping through you. You needed him. Now.
You hit send.
The notification chimed on his phone, a sound saved for your texts alone, and he slid the device out of his pocket. He had caught on to technology quick, as he did most everything, and had been using his phone with relative ease for the last couple of weeks. However, when he swiped the unlock pattern across the screen and took a glance, his air of impassiveness slipped, right with the phone that he scrambled to catch. Your heart stopped beating. 'Oh god, what if everyone sees?!'
But Gale was quick. He recovered, laughed it off with the people around him, and excused himself. This time, your heart was battering for a new reason: the look in Gale's eyes as he locked onto you from across the room; intense. Dangerous. The distance between you seemed far shorter now, as he took stride after stride straight to you. You trembled in your seat, an excited thrill flying down your spine as a smirk graced one side of his lips.
He reached you in record time and hauled you to your feet, pulling you close, his hands traveling from your hips closer to your arse; so dangerously visible to the rest of the party. "Gallery," he whispered in your ear, breath hot, voice dripping with authority. "Now."
He slipped past you and you didn't even consider delaying. You were on his heels, abandoning your drink at the table without a second thought. Once the door to the auditorium closed, you followed Gale around the corner and into the abandoned gallery hallway. The lights had been dimmed far earlier in the evening; the only proof of life, the emergency exit signs over top of the double doors, and the light from the party emanating through the small stained glass window that shared a wall with the auditorium.
Gale disappeared into the shadow of the hallway, and your heels clicked more swiftly as you tried to keep up. But the moment you hit the wall of darkness where Gale lurked, you paused. "Gale," you whispered, attempting to peer into the blackness and catch a glimpse of him. Your eyes weren't strong enough for this.
"Come closer, my love," he purred, his voice low and dangerous.
A chill ran up your spine. "Gale," you warned, unsure of where he was taking this. At the sound of your alarmed tone, he leaned forward and you caught the mischievous gleam of his brown eyes.
"I won't hurt you, my love, you know that. But we mustn't be seen."
You nodded, your heart racing, and stepped towards him. His hand reached for yours, and the moment his fingers found your own, you wondered how you could have ever doubted him. He spun you around and pressed you against the gallery wall, his presence behind you warm and all-encompassing. "I certainly hope that what I find under this dress is what I found in that image," he murmured into the curve of your neck, "else we'll be leaving this party far earlier than intended."
You chuckled, the sound heavy and laden with effort. "You won't be disappointed."
"Oh, my beloved, you have so much yet to learn about me," he purred and nibbled on your earlobe. Heat roiled through you in strengthening ripples. "When I unravel you, no matter what awaits me beneath your garments, disappointment is not even a consideration. It is my singular honor to know you so intimately." He groaned when his traveling fingers found a hardening nipple beneath your lace bralette. "You are perfection," he murmured, his voice ragged. "I am merely here to see to it that such perfection is treasured appropriately."
His palms explored your sides and he pressed himself into your back. You gasped when you felt how hard he already was. "Gods, do you feel what you've done to me?" he whined, a low moan punctuating the end of his question. "So desperate for you, even a single image of your lush curves in that tantalizing lace sends me spiraling out of control. I am terribly thankful that our meeting was saved for after my Orb became stable. Neither one of us would have lived to tell the tale had it not."
He continued to mumble into your ear as he slowly rutted against your backside. You moaned, louder than intended, but before you could react, a hand clapped over your mouth and Gale leaned in close. "Let's see if we can't remain hidden, yes? I'd hate to walk away without satisfying my lover's desperate teasing."
You nodded quickly and he chuckled. "Very good." Yet, you still whined when his hands disappeared from your body. "Patience, my love," he soothed, his nimble fingers already working with the buttons down the back of your dress that he had so carefully done to perfection only hours prior. Taking a deep breath, you allowed him to work, and before long, you felt the fabric loosening around you.
However, instead of tugging it up over your head like you expected for him to do, Gale remained unpredictable, rucking the skirt up over your hips instead. You giggled at his impatience and he delivered the lightest, swiftest of smacks across your left ass cheek, a move you had been begging him to perform for nearly a month, and you yelped in surprise, the sound tapering into a low, needy whine. Your hips moved of their own accord, swinging back and forth as you jutted your backside towards him, aching for more. Your eyes clenched shut and your jaw dropped open as he delivered another, just as painless, to your right cheek.
"Mmmm, Gaaale," you whimpered, trying desperately to arch closer to him. You were embarrassingly wet from that alone, and you wondered - fleetingly - if you had remembered to buy laundry detergent last time you had ordered grocery delivery. But the thought was soon overwhelmed by the feeling of Gale's fingers teasing your slit through your lace undies. "Oh, God!"
"Take those sleeves off for me, won't you, love?" Gale said, the fingers of his other hand ghosting the skin of your upper arms where your draped sleeves still rested. You nodded, only able to pant in reply, and quickly tugged your arms free of the fabric. Once they hung at your sides, Gale dragged the top down to join with the skirt around your middle, then returned to your breasts, taking turns thumbing each lace-covered nipple with diligence. You groaned, the sensations short circuiting your thoughts and rendering you a mindless, quivering mess of desire.
All of the sudden, you were spun around in Gale's arms, now facing him. He backed you up against the stained glass window on the opposite side of the hallway and eased his way between your legs. The window sill nestled into the dip just above your backside, and you leaned back against the colored glass gingerly. His eyes raked you up and down and he hummed in approval, his cock twitching in his pants. "Tongue or fingers, my beloved?" he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Fingers," you answered immediately, your arms wrapping around his head to bring him closer. You needed his mouth on yours. He groaned far back in his throat and laced his tongue with your own the moment you opened for him. He tasted like brandy and strawberries, remnants of the flavors from the party still on his tongue, and you grasped locks of hair between your fingers, tugging him closer still as his hand finally traveled beneath the lingerie to your sticky, wet heat.
"Mmnn I will never - mmm - tire - mmph - of this feeling," he mumbled between kisses, the pads of his fingers languidly massaging your slit, collecting the proof of your arousal on them. Your pitching whines were answer enough, and he smiled against your swollen lips, deepening the strokes his fingers were making. Your breath hitched when one of them slid into your hole and you whimpered, a high-pitched, stuttering sound that tapered into soft puffs of air. You couldn't breathe in anything but him, and each breath of him you took sent you spiraling closer to the edge.
He tugged your body into a new angle and you threw your hand back onto the window sill to steady yourself. Waves of tingling pleasure cascaded through you as he pumped his finger in and out in a slow drag that had your knees faltering. "G-Gale!"
"You're doing so well, my love," he cooed softly, barely audible over the squelch of wet skin. "Are you ready for another?"
You nodded, hard enough to make your neck hurt, but you didn't care. All you could fathom was the pleasure; god, he made you feel so good; so good, so full, so- You bucked as a second finger stretched you open and your mind blanked. He struggled to keep your hips in check as you writhed against him, undulating against his hand as he scissored you wider. You clenched around his fingers and he used the tension to press the heel of his palm against your clit as you came, hard, and cried out his name as your head dropped back against the window pane. Your body shuddered violently as your peak crested over you and you barely noticed Gale pressing kisses to your neck, jaw, temple.
Only when he reached your lips and you were robbed of the gulps of air you had been taking did you float back down to earth to rejoin your lover before you. You felt hot and delirious and you giggled when Gale pressed a light kiss to your nose. "Are you ready for me, my love?" he whispered. His voice cracked. He was trying so hard to stay in control of himself, but you felt the desperation; the ache for your heat engulfing him, and when you trailed your eyes down his front, you saw the proof in the way his pants strained perilously against his erection.
"My darling," you murmured, pressing your body up against his until he groaned. "I'm always ready for you. Allow me." You reached up to his collar and began popping the buttons of his shirt, just as slowly and teasingly as he had done yours.
"Mmph," he huffed, both hands now on your hips, gripping tight as if to contain what was left of his self-control there. "Please don't tarry, little dove. Ah, I fear- nggh - I won't last long this way."
"Oh, you'll last, my love," you hummed, taking a moment to run your palm down his chest and admire that tantalizing river of hair that traveled the length of his torso. It was for your eyes only, and that sent a special shiver up your spine. You gently raked your fingernails down across the orb scar and let them take you further and further down until they met your other hand at his last two buttons. By the time you slid the last button from its hole, his chest was heaving and your hips were most certainly bruising, but it was all worth it to see how riled up he was. Damn it all, the look on his face was hungry; as though he had been starved for a year.
"Each moment with you is nourishment," he strained, as though he had read your mind. "and each moment without is a drought. Please, my love. Do not leave me wanting."
"Never, my sweet," you muttered, your lips finding the dip in his collarbone like a moth drawn to a flame. The rest of his disrobing was done in silence, save for the panting, moaning, and grunting that bounced off of the stained glass window behind you and through the dark hallway. When he was finally bare before you, you began to drop to your knees, but he held you fast.
"No," he croaked, his voice hoarse and eyes wild. "need to be inside you; won't last. I want to be buried deep within you; need to be joined with you. Please, gods, please."
"As you wish, love," you chuckled. He didn't give you any time to recover or re-balance yourself before he was flipping you around and pressing you against the cool, textured glass of the stained glass window. You gasped and your hands slapped the pane sharply, the sound echoing painfully through the silence. "Gale!" you squeaked, praying that no one from the party on the other side had heard the sound and would come to investigate.
"On the bright side, my love," Gale chuckled quietly as he reached around to steady you. "if anyone happens upon us, no one will ever question who I belong to again." He nipped your ear playfully and you moaned, your possessiveness practically purring at his talk of claims and loyalty. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awful to be caught like this: your lover's cock leaking precum as he dragged it through your folds, teasing you both to the edge of insanity. "However much I adore these," he whispered, his voice ragged, "they must go for now." His fingers traced a delicate line across the band of your lace underwear before slipping beneath it and tugging them down.
"Step up," he urged, and you allowed him to pull them off of you completely.
"Will I ever get those back?" you teased.
"Only if you're good," he murmured back and you whimpered softly, the sound morphing into a giddy laugh. You couldn't believe you were doing this. This wasn't like you at all. But Gale had a way about him that inspired adventure, and you couldn't deny the excitement that came with something so... impatient.
His palms traced up your legs as he rose; hot, electrifying tingles followed their wake, and when he reached your arse, he squeezed, parting you enough to lick a stripe along your slit. You panted, the ache swelling in your core as he snuck a taste of you. "Gale, please," you stuttered, your legs shaking beneath you.
"Your taste is divine, my love, gods. How did I live without you? How did I live without this for so long?" he mumbled, nose still pressed against your hole as he angled his chin upwards to catch your arousal on his tongue. The vibrations of his voice reverberated through you and you braced against the window; shuddering as your sensitive nipples flattened against the cold glass.
"Ahh- ah! Gale, mmm - Gale, be a good boy and get up here," you growled softly, easing away from his mouth. All of that could wait. You needed him inside you; the throbbing heat was unbearable.
"Yes, yes," he rasped, pulling away only to rise to his feet and tug you back against him. "Of course, my love, anything you desire. I'll provide it for you," he babbled, lining his cock up to your entrance.
"Mmmf Gale, yes..." Your presence of mind was slowly slipping away and your tongue was heavy, almost foreign in your mouth. All acute sensation had narrowed to the place where you and Gale were joining and you groaned in bone-deep satisfaction when his cock-head stretched your entrance open. His forehead fell against your shoulder and he moaned, long and low, his breath hitching with each engulfed inch. His palm skated down one of your legs, finding purchase behind your knee and lifting your leg into the air. The new position widened you and you hissed as his cock reached new depths within you.
Your jaw dropped open in a silent scream when he finally sank to the hilt. His breath stuttered against the damp skin of your back, sending relieving puffs of cool air to ease the inferno, and he struggled to keep his hips from snapping. "F-fuck, Gale," you gasped. You breathed deep, forcing relaxation into your aching center; never quite remembering just how well he stretched you until he was nestled inside of you.
Your lover had no more words. His breaths came in short, labored gasps, while groans punctuated each near-failed attempt at stillness. It was a silent plea. He wouldn't move until you told him to. You smiled. "Darling Gale, you're so good to me," you cooed and a violent shiver ripped through his body; his cock pulsed inside of you. "Do you want to move?" you asked tenderly, looking over your shoulder. You saw him nod, the movement strained but quick. "Can you stay still just a little longer for me?" Another nod. "Good, my love." Slowly, you jutted your hips forward, pulling off of him ever so slightly, before rolling them in a circle and pressing back onto him.
A high pitched whine tumbled from your lips as you slowly rode him. You pressed your palms against the stained glass and pushed your back against his chest; his skin was sticky and hot - a good match for your own - and his muscles were drawn taut. "Y-You're doing so good, Gale - ngghh - so good for me." Your praise went straight to his cock and it twitched and bobbed as your hips rolled. You locked a hand around his neck and tangled your fingers into his hair. "Fondle me," you whispered.
"Ngghh," he groaned and his palms found your breasts immediately, kneading, squeezing, and flicking your nipples into pebbles. You cried out, the extra stimulation barreling you dangerously close to the edge.
"Move with me - ah - Gale, please!" you stuttered as your muscles shook and weakened. An arm locked around you before you could fall and his free hand pressed against the window sill in front of you.
"Hold - ah - hold on, little love," Gale grunted into your ear and your hand fell over his, lacing your fingers together; the other maintaining its grip on his locks. "N-Now be good for me," he pleaded brokenly, his hips bucking forward to meet the curve of your arse. His fingers stretched to the closest nipple and flicked. "Fall apart for me, love. Fall apart in my arms."
"I- Gale, oh - Gale!" You cried out and the bowstring snapped.
Pleasure; incessant waves of it. Moaning in your ear. A low growl of your name. You felt a creamy heat fill you and subconsciously clenched to keep him there, milking him for everything he had. He grunted into the crook of your neck, saying streams of words you couldn't understand. His thumb kept swiping across your abused nipple as if done in a trance. You were shaking. He was shaking. The party had gone quiet in the other room.
Wait.
Wait.
"Gale," you whispered, your eyes snapping open.
"Mm?" he hummed lazily into your skin, his lips dragging along the line of your shoulder as he pressed kisses there.
"The party," you murmured sharply, gesturing towards the stained glass window. "It's so quiet in there. Did they hear us?"
Gale's head lifted and he squinted at the glass, as though he could see through the colored panes. "Mmm, seems as though we may have to finish our little rendezvous at home after all." He straightened sluggishly, turning you around in his arms to admire you. "No matter," he murmured, taking you in. "I'm sure they've takeaway boxes."
You punched him lightly, stifling your giggles with your hand. "I let you get me into such trouble, Gale Dekarios."
"And don't you love every moment of it?" he asked, a brow quirked with the same cockiness that made your legs go weak.
"Every.. single.. one." Your hands found his shoulders and he surged forward, capturing your lips with his own. He smoothed your dress down over your legs and nipped at your bottom lip in playful finality. "You had better get your clothes on," you chuckled, eyeing him. "Else we'll be teleporting that beautiful body directly into Leda's* face while she's watching television." You trailed your fingers down his torso, appraising each dip and bump appreciatively as you went. "And I'd personally like to keep this sight all to myself."
Your lover chuckled, then murmured a spell under his breath and moved his hands into several positions, one right after the other. In the next moment, he was dressed; impeccably so, as though nothing had ever ruffled him. You tugged your sleeves back over your shoulders, somewhat miffed that he no longer wore evidence of how thoroughly you had ravished him, and he smirked.
"Don't worry, my darling," he purred, grasping your chin gently. "You can do it all again when we get home. In fact, I've some new ideas of my own." A thrill ran through you, all irritation forgotten, and you laced your hand with his.
"Well, in that case," you murmured, standing up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. "Lead the way."
He gave your hand a squeeze and readied his other hand to perform the spell. "Don't mind if I do."
(*Leda: Lyra's roommate and best friend)
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'It's a wonder she doesn't wake to the sound of my heartbeat.'
The thought crossed his mind, and he took a deep breath, willing the jackrabbit in his chest to calm—to, perhaps, a modicum of success. She had curled into his side when sleep took her, and her hand now made its home against his chest; fingertips finding warm skin at the collar of his shirt and finding rest there. The electricity of her touch sent shockwaves to his heart, and even after half an hour had passed, he had not found the calm of sleep.
She shifted her head, nuzzling his arm as she readjusted, and his breath stuttered in his chest, clicking as he tried to maintain his composure. His fingers wrapped around the small of her waist without his own mind's consent, but he didn't rescind the decision once it had caught up to him. Not when the gentle touch had summoned a soft sigh from her lips; a sound of aching relief paired with a soft smile on her face.
His chest throbbed, and for one horrible moment, fear sliced through him at the notion of the orb reawakening. He glanced down at the divets in his skin and let out a tentative breath. 'Still lightening. Still quiet.' No, the ache was her—claiming his heart for her own and carrying it away with her. No less was it painful than tugging it free from its chambers and carrying it away, and yet. And yet.
The ache was, as of yet, unfamiliar in a way. It was the mark of growing devotion, for certain, but it housed a warmth that he was not as used to. He had loved with warmth, but to be loved with warmth in return? His grip on her waist tightened, and she let out another sound—plaintive; pleasured.
He took another deep breath, rebelling against the heat that abandoned his extremities and raced towards his core. Is that how you sounded when you— 'Gods, Gale, pull yourself together.' Another deep breath, and another. He sent up a silent prayer for your stillness, for if you continued, it would proceed to be a very uncomfortable night.
Instead, he placed a hand over yours on his chest and traced lines into your fingers, absorbing the feeling of the softness into the very center of his heart—where he kept most things concerning you. 'I've fallen,' he admitted to himself after a long moment of quietness. 'My guarded affections had no hope of constitution against the barrage of your insistent kindness, your ever discerning gaze, and the trust you have bestowed upon me. My heart was not long to remain my own, I should have known; should have seen. I—'
He clutched your hand tighter, and you stirred. "Mmm Gale, you're still awake?" Your words were slurred. You wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning. He smiled down at you tenderly.
"Much on my mind." His heart nearly burst when your eyes half-opened to regard him; so vulnerable, so unguarded. He stowed the sight away in his heart, never to be satisfied with your carefully curated facade again—each emotion measured just precisely enough to be "digestible" to the masses. He was, decidedly, not the masses. He ached for you; all of you.
"Mmm, 're you okay?" You mumbled, eyes still bleary slits.
"Yes, my love—I mean, er..." You barely reacted to his slip, only pressing closer and curling a leg around his own, the act stealing his breath and worrying him about his own unruly anatomy once more. "I'm alright," he managed at last, counting his breaths as he went.
"Mkay," you murmured, blissfully unaware, and laid your head down onto his chest, replacing the arm that now stretched over his torso.
