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To Be An Elf	By : Jade_Max Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 4230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 2-Take 2
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Note: This is two stories of basically the same story line with subtle and not so subtle differences. Two takes on the same scene as it were.

Title: To Be An Elf
Author: Jade_Max
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Drizzt & Catti-brie
Timeframe: Set at the end of “The Two Swords” - Drizzt’s return to Mithril Hall and set immediately after he sweeps Catti-brie off her feet with a kiss and continues back into the tunnels...
To Be An Elf
This is what it was to be an elf.
As his lips closed on Catti-brie’s, the oft heard wisdom from his elven friend echoed in his head; to be an elf is to live for the here and now. But it was more than that; this was more than living for the moment and finding joy in it. This was taking a chance on the woman he’d loved since the moment she’d befriended him; perhaps longer. This was putting all of his trust, his hopes and dreams in her hands - letting her accept or reject him - and stepping off an emotional precipice he’d long since decided not to.
The chance was worth it.
Catti-brie clung to him, kissing him back with such abandon and passion that he couldn’t doubt her desire or her acceptance. Her legs were wrapped securely about his waist despite her injury, her hands twisted in his long hair - and he burned. Their lips separated as he strode through the hall, one hand deftly undoing the line of ties holding her shift in place as he headed for his room and his lips found the soft skin under her jaw.
“I.. I thought-” moaning, she arched into his touch, her breath coming in gasps as she struggled to speak. “-I thought you were dead.”
“A part of me was,” his lips traced the line of her jaw, completely unaware of the staring dwarves they passed, his hand slipping under her shift and brushing soft skin, “when I saw you fall.”
“Drizzt...” she gasped as he touched her, those fingers that were so deft with his blades, now playing across her skin with feather soft caresses. One hand slid free of his hair as Catti-brie cupped his face and turned it back up to hers, capturing his lips this time.
Her back touched the door to his room, but Drizzt didn’t seem to notice as he pressed her against it, the hand inside her shift cupping her breast for barely seconds before sliding down her still smooth stomach. Her hips cradled his, their lower bodies locked tightly together as his arousal pressed intimately against her. His hips ground into hers and they gasped as one, Drizzt pulling back to look into her eyes.
The flames in those lavender orbs stole her breath - almost as much as the vulnerability she saw there. This attraction between them had been too long denied to be stopped now that it had been unleashed and Catti-brie suspected he was beyond the point of control as his hand continued to slip further downwards, sliding towards the apex of her thighs, despite their sudden stillness.
“I’ve never…”
“Me either.”
“We…I can’t take this slow, Cat.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You-” her back arched, her breath leaving her lungs as he touched her for the first time. “-won’t.”
His soft apologetic confession resounded within her. Their first time wouldn’t be slow; wouldn’t be the magical selfless giving she’d imagined - and she found she didn’t care. Slow though they had been to acknowledge and accept what was between them all this time, somehow it was fitting they couldn’t take this step with the same kind of methodical and logical steps they’d used to avoid it for so long.
His lips were back on her skin, an almost frantic kiss as he pressed her further back against the stone surface. She was hot to his touch and so slick there was no resistance to the questing of his fingers; she was more than ready for him.
Groping behind her, Catti-brie found the handle to his door, and turned. The solid wall at her back disappeared and Drizzt stumbled, catching them both with a little half step that drove them apart for a moment; a moment that brought them into his room. Regaining his senses for a moment or two, Drizzt pushed the door shut by pressing her against it - and his fingers flexed within her, forcing the air from her lungs once more.
There was a dull clanging sound as his sword belt hit the floor, followed quickly by the tearing of fabric. Welcoming the embrace, giving herself up to it, Catti-brie used the door at her back to her advantage. With Drizzt pressed solidly against her, his fingers penetrating the most intimate recesses of her body, her hands moved of their own accord. Thought was beyond her as her fingers tore at the clasps on his cloak and armor, desperate to feel the muscular flesh she knew lay beneath.
“Cat…”
Frustrated, her breathing a ragged mess as she struggled to stave off the building tension within herself, she gasped as he leaned in to kiss her again. Missing her lips, his mouth settled on the curve of her throat even as the hand trapped between them dipped - and hit a particularly sensitive place. Her back bowed, her knees flexing and pulling him fractionally closer, as her body demanded the joining it craved.
“The… the bed?
“Too far.”
A ragged laugh was torn from his throat as Drizzt made to move in the direction he’d suggested but Catti-brie wouldn’t let him. As he made to move away, her grip on him eased, threatening to overbalance him or send him to the floor. Refusing to grasp his neck to make the transition easier, Catti-brie instead used the moment to insinuate her hands between them, drawing a hiss from the drow.
Her fingers brushed against the ridge his hand had been buffering as she fumbled for the clasps about his waist. Their eyes locked, blue on lavender.
“Catti-brie...”
With a strangled cry, she wrenched the belt from its stubborn clasp and her hand delved inside as the material parted - and Drizzt’s knees gave out. Siding to the floor, unable to support them both anymore, Catti-brie found herself pressed down into his lap. Acting only on pure need now, she pulled one hand free to lift her shift upwards. Trousers hurt her hip too much, and for the first time since her injury, she was glad not to be wearing any.
His eyes were half closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Catti-brie felt his fingers dig into her buttocks. Lifting her, Drizzt shifted their positions and her legs released their grip on his hips. A quick shimmy and shuffle had her legs under her, braced on either side of his, the shift pushed to her waist as she settled on his lap once more. His hips jerked in response, making them both gasp as skin brushed skin for the first time.
Drizzt slipped his now free hands into her hair and caught her above him, pressing her back as he pushed to his knees and devoured her lips in a searing and frantic kiss. Somehow, in the middle of it, Catti-brie was able to use the leverage she had to push his trousers down over his narrow hips.
She was pushed upwards, her legs shifting once again as Drizzt grasped the back of her thighs and slid her forward. More than ready for one another, instinct guided them with no previous experience to give them an edge. Unable to maintain her intimate grasp, Catti-brie’s hands flew to his shoulders. Drizzt’s grip instantly altered, as if it had always been such, one hand splaying across her back as the other moved beneath the hem of her shift to guide them.
The first pressure of penetration made them both gasp, Drizzt withdrawing slightly before sliding into her again. Catti-brie’s head fell back with a soft whimper, the fires in her belly making her grasp his shoulders with an ever tightening grip; so lost was she in the sensations, so overwhelmed by the fires licking through her veins, that she never felt the sting as Drizzt pushed through her maidenhead. Her gasp was not one of pain but one of wonderment as her body tightened around his, accepting it completely.
Flesh to flesh, as he’d once dreamed but never dared hope for, what was left of Drizzt’s control fled. Grasping her hips, Drizzt urged her to motion.
So close was she, the tension in her belly so tight, that Catti-brie’s throaty yell of pleasure broke from her lips bare moments later as he withdrew and she slid back down his length. The intimate embrace tightened, squeezing and pulsing, that Drizzt couldn’t hold back. Sliding her physically up and down his shaft, her moans spurring him onwards, he was caught in the throes of their intimate and passionate embrace - an expression of everything they’d been through to bring them to now - and barely moments later, he let out a strangled cry, clutching Catti-brie to him tightly.
Their ragged breathing filled the silence as they clung to one another for support. Drizzt’s grip slackened the moment he realized the strength of his embrace and she made a soft sound of protest. “You’d let me go so soon?”
Only at that moment did he become fully aware of the discomforts of their position - like the bite of the scimitar hilt that was digging into his shin, the coolness of drying sweat on his skin and the cold stone on which they knelt. Shaking his head, Drizzt eased away, to use both hands to gently comb her damp hair back from her face only to find he was shaking. The intensity of the encounter hadn’t yet faded, and he wasn’t sure it ever would.
“Never again.”
Her smile as she tilted her forehead against his made his heart skitter. “Good.” There was a long moment of silence before Catti-brie straightened. “I’m thinking we might want to use that bed of yours next time though.”
“Oh?”
Reaching down, she tugged at something that made her balance on his lap precariously dangerous before pulling one of his scimitars up from underneath them and a wry smile crossed her lips. “Fewer hazards.”
Laughing, his strength returning, Drizzt caught her close and managed to get his feet under him. With a push, one arm around her back, the other on the door for balance, they found themselves on their feet again - and he dropped a kiss on her smiling lips. “I love you, Catti-brie.”
“I’ve never doubted it.” Her smile seemed to intensify with his soft, heartfelt declaration and she cupped his face within her hands again, kissing him back. “Not since our first meeting - but you’ve never said as much before; at least, not in this context.”
“You know why.”
“Aye,” she searched his gaze, her hands sliding through his hair and gently caressing his face; she couldn't seem to stop touching him. “And now?”
“I know what it feels like to lose you; to believe that there is no Catti-brie awaiting me somewhere down my road. If that eventual desolation is my fate, is it not better to embrace what we have now - to enjoy the life we have to the fullest than let it pass us by?”
"Much better." Giving him the briefest of shoves, she pulled away - and stumbled at the blinding pain lancing suddenly through her hip.
Drizzt's arms were around her immediately. "You're hurt."
"My hip; a souvenir of my last encounter." With a grimace, she realized the injury was throbbing far more than it had been before; of course, she could only then feel the lingering imprint of Drizzt's touch; and that grip had been almost directly over the injury. "It hasn't yet healed."
Sweeping her into his arms, Drizzt strode to the bed - his steps limited by his loosened clothing - and laid her down. Stripping the garments free, he settled next to a wide-eyed Catti-brie, who couldn't take her eyes off him. Her hands lifted to the muscles wall of his chest and Drizzt flashed her a look that promised he wasn't finished with her yet even as he gently lifted her shift.
The fabric slid upwards, his fingers caressing the smoothness of her skin only to stop near her hip when they encountered a ridge of raised skin, angry red lines reaching out from the injury. She twitched under his touch, but didn't fight him as he pushed the barrier further. Caught before in the frenzy of their emotions, he hadn't noticed the injury - and he took the time now to do so. Bending his head, Drizzt carefully inspected the jagged scar, brushing his finger tips lightly over top of it.
"Looks painful."
"It looks worse than it feels."
"Even when you can't hold your weight on it?"
"It'll heal," she offered, though there was doubt in her voice and Drizzt looked at her questioningly. "The clerics patched me up good," she assured him, reaching out to cup his cheek. "But there are some things even beyond their skills."
It pained him to think she'd never again enter battle by his side - for that was what her eyes were telling him - and his hand closed convulsively about hers. "It will take time then."
"Aye," her gaze took on a new meaning, her head cocked at a coy, teasing angle he'd never had turned on him before. "Lots of time... time where I'm not supposed to be leaving my bed."
"This is hardly your bed..."
"It could be."
Approval for her suggestion was instant. "You'll marry me if it is."
"Of course." Laughing softly, Catti-brie's smile was tinged with euphoria before her expression sobered and she lightly tapped her breastbone above her heart. "But in here is where it matters; and know this, Drizzt Do'Urden; you're the husband of my heart no matter what anyone else says."
"Scars," he bent his head to brush his lips over the red welt on her hip with a promise, "flaws, and all."
As Catti-brie enfolded him once more in her arms, Drizzt's mind echoed back to the advice he'd been given not long ago and smiled. If this was what it was to be an elf, he'd have it no other way.
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