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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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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 throat, 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 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 and brought them into his room. Regaining his senses for fraction of rational thought, 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. Control lost, Drizzt's hand had slid from her and found the ties of his breeches. Within moments they were undone, his lips never leaving hers, and he hissed as the bare skin of his erection brushed the hot pulsing of her core. Gripping her hips to keep her pinned, he joined his body to hers.
Catti-brie bucked against the intrusion, her legs clamping around his hips as she tried to move but Drizzt wouldn't let her. Breaking the kiss with a ragged gasp, he placed his forehead against hers as he thrust forward with a small cry and seated himself to her core. A long moment passed as their gazes locked, their breathing echoing around them, each taking in the new sensation with awe even as their bodies adjusted to this newness - and then began to move. Moaning with each incursion, their breath coming in spurts of ragged need, Drizzt claimed her as surely as she claimed him.
Thrusting into her again and again, the silken embrace of her inner self grasping him in such a tight embrace, the need between them spiraled out of control. With the portal at her back and her feet off the floor, Catti-brie could do little but ride out the storm as each penetrating thrust drove her closer to the edge.
Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, tightening around the armor that still covered his torso as she thrashed back and forth, writhing in his arms - reaching for something she'd never before claimed. Gasping his name on a strangled scream, her body arched against his restraining hands, shifting fractionally before becoming undone.
Catti-brie came apart in his arms, her head turned upwards to scream to the rafters. Her expression blissfully stunned, combined with the sudden clenching of her inner muscles, drove his own release. Governed by pure instinct, his body crested the peak with two more quick thrusts before surging forward to keep them joined intimately at the pinnacle point.
Drizzt's harsh cry echoed in her ears, a slightly triumphant ring resounding through Catti-brie, who was still held within the thrall of her own. Clutching him tightly, her face buried in the side of his neck, she felt the drow do the same. She was shaking, she realized distantly; or perhaps he was shaking. Either way, they trembled together, coming down from a high neither of them had before experienced.
If only she'd known!
The thought raced around and round in her mind, irrational and despairing. They'd wasted so much time... time that could have been spent not only as friends but as lovers. The music of their ragged breathing filled the silence as they clung to one another for support and Drizzt’s grip slackened the moment he realized the strength of his embrace. She made a soft sound of protest, an unconscious echo of all the times they hadn't taken this step. “You’d let me go so soon?”
Shaking his head, Drizzt eased away, to push his damp hair back 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.”
Only at that moment did he become fully aware of the discomforts of their position - like the bite of the other scimitar's hilt which was digging into his shin, the coolness of drying sweat on his skin, a tightness around his upper thighs from the constricting pull of his clothing and the cold stone on which he knelt. At some point in those final throes of passion his knees had given out, but Drizzt couldn't remember sliding to the floor.
Marveling at the complete absorption of the experience, humbled by her uninhibited response and - to his amazement - wondering if they could repeat it, he hugged her close and buried his face in the damp waves of her curls. His lips pressed against the shell of her ear, making her shiver. "I didn't notice - until you mentioned it."
"Me either," with a mimic of his movements, she made him shudder. "Ye've ruined me, elf."
His soft laugh at the return of her dwarvish accent was felt more than heard. "Is that so?"
"Truly," her attempt at stern felt short as she pulled back to look in his eyes, her own dancing. "Me dad says there's a law."
"Battlehammers have many laws."
"Regarding the princess of the clan," she corrected, arching her eyebrows despite the fact her eyes were shining with the depth of her emotions. Unconsciously she slipped back into the speech she'd known for years growing up - and somehow it leant the words a greater credence for all their teasing. "Ye've defiled me, drow - best make an honest woman of me, or me da will have yer ears!"
"Drow have a history of taking no prisoners."
"Liar; I've seen with my own eyes there are more than drow in the city."
Caught, Drizzt flashed her a wicked grin and she let out a muffled cross between a shriek and a laugh as he surged to his feet. "Ah, but each slave has its place," in tandem with the tease, he took a step, then another towards the bed. "Will you prove a useful and obedient captive?"
"Obedient?" her legs slipped, but Drizzt caught them, keeping them locked around his waist as he took another step. "It will take more than the likes of Drizzt Do'Urden to demanded obedience from Catti-brie Battlehammer!"
Tumbling to the bed as Drizzt dropped her, the last of her sentence came out on a yelp - which was promptly smothered as Drizzt followed her down to pin her. The seriousness in his gaze stopped any thought of retribution and she regarded him in silence as he brushed her hair reverently back from her face. "I never thought this day would come."
"Does that mean you'll marry me - I happen to like your ears where they are."
Lavender eyes widened before he caught her close in a hug, laughing. "Only if you'll have me, fair lady," he teased gently, rolling them across the bed until she lay splayed across him. His hands now free, Drizzt cupped her face and ran his thumbs over her cheeks. "I don't think I'm good enough for a princess."
"Well, the princess thinks you're good enough for her," she chided, sharing his mirth even as she felt her heart would burst with joy. "Isn't that all that matters?"
"In the end?"
Catti-brie nodded.
"Since you're the one who has to live with me..."
Her laughter was husky and delighted. "I've lived with you all these years wanting nothing more than to live with you... and now I have my chance. I'm none too keen on letting it slip by."
"Then we won't."
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