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Dreams Beneath a Starfilled Sky	By : DragonEyeZ Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 7598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I had the choice of either writing a ten page long chapter, or split it into three and keep the chapter-sizes down to the that of the others. I chose the latter…

Chapter 25a: Foreplay

Though Drizzt on several occasions tried to persuade Catti-brie to tell him what she had planned, he had no success. Only thing that stood out clear, was that, though they still slept in each other’s arms, they did not bring it further for the next five days. By this time, the black elf had fully recovered, and once again was trying to pry tood ood from Regis - before the halfling grew too round to walk - sparring with Wulfgar, bantering with Bruenor, and wrestling with Guenhwyvar.
All rejoiced by his swift healing, though Stumpet – as the only one in the mines – seemed slightly distrusting of this fact, more or less constantly mumbling that it was unnatural. But, usually in the same breath, she would mutter that elves were known for their resistance to poison, and that alone gave the others no reason to contemplate the elf’s surprising recuperation.
It was after the evening meal on the fifth day, that Catti gently touched Drizzt’s shoulder, sent him a smile, and walked out the door, leaving the elf to ponder what her meaning had been with the gesture. Curious, he rose to his feet, glad for the argument between Pwent and another dwarf in the other end of the hall, so that he could get away without many noticing.
To his surprise, however, Catti-brie was nowhere to see, and, wondering what his love had planned, walked down the corridor towards their room, his eyes darting this way and that as he expected an attack from her every moment – something that he had experienced not few times. But nothing happened, and he scratched his neck, wondering where she could have gone, knowing she only had been a few seconds ahead of him.
Suddenly, he remembered the attack she had made on him the first day they had been in their room, and he sniggered, thinking to have outsmarted her. Carefully moving, so that he stood with his back against the wall next to the door, he turned the handle and pushed it open. Finding that there was no surprised exclamation, nor any other sound, he risked peeking in - only to face an empty room.
Confused, he stepped in and looked behind the door, wondering if Catti-brie had guessed his thoughts and hid there, but nothing but the wall met him. Slowly starting to wonder if he had gone insane, he sat down on the bed, thinking. A sudden thought jumped into his mind, and he practically leaped to his feet, rushing over to the bathroom door and opening it. Yet, he had briefly lost his care, and before he knew of it, he found his back pressed against the wall and a pair of lips pushing against his. Smiling, he returned the kiss for a few seconds, before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her away.
“How did you get here so fast?” he asked in all curiosity.
She chuckled.
“Ye fergot yer bracers,” she then said. “An’ let me tell ya, they sure increase yer speed!”
Drizzt laughed, then, and mentally reminded himself that he needed to check on his magical equipment in the future.
“But you wanted something?” he asked, remembering the reason for why he had ventured to their room in the first place.
Catti-brie smiled, ran a hand down his chest, and leaned in for another kiss. The passion in it quickly told him of the reason, and he willingly responded, sliding his hands down to her waist and pulling her against him, reversing their positions so that her back rested against the wale yee yearned for her touch, for the feel of her against him, and he quickly went to work on the lacings of her clothes, his hands shaking with anticipation and sudden flaming desire. Catti-brie’s hands in turn went to his shirt, tugging at the ties until she could slide the cloth off his shoulders – their arms tangling as he tried to pull her shirt off at the same time. Hands roamed over bared flesh as their lips hungrily met, both suddenly realising how long they had stayed away from the other.
Drizzt bend his head, closing one hand around one firm breast while his lips went working on its twin, his other hand pulling at the fastenings of her leggings. She moaned deep in her chest, her fingers tangling in his long hair to keep his head still, even as he slid the cloth over her hips. Only when his fingers moved back up her leg and gently started stroking her most intimate area did she loosen her grip, and he moved down, pausing momentary to tease her stomach, before kissing a trail further south. She gasped as his tongue ran over her moist area, hands insistenpushpushing at her thighs, opening them wider.
Dropping her head back against the wall with a moan, she slid a leg over his shoulder, granting him better access as he worshipped her core, his fingers burrowing deep into her, inflaming her nerves and sending tremors of pleasure through her. She groaned his name, desperately, hanlawilawing at the wall, encouraging him to continue. His leggings were tight around him to a point near pain, yet the sounds that escaped Catti-brie’s lips spurred him on, an unspoken plea for him to not stop in eyeseyes as he gazed upwards to read her reaction and found her looking at him.
More than willing to comply, he pushed more insistently against her, pulling her other leg over his shoulder, so she was only supported against him and the wall. She cried out softly, trembling with the sensations he invoke in her as he steadily brought her closer and closer to climax. He dwelled in the taste of her, in the feeling of her body and flesh against his, the near-overwhelming scent of her arousal as he skilfully worked her nerves.
“By gods.. Need ye… So badly… Please,” she harshly groaned.
His own desire throbbing through his entire body, he let her legs slide from his shoulders to his waist, bringing their lips together in a fierce kiss as his hand slipped down to tug at the fastenings of his own breeches, a moan escaping him as his erection finally were released from the confining clothing.
His hands went to Catti-brie’s hips as she moved, her hands on his shoulders for support as she lifted slightly into the air, guiding her body into position, and then dropped down, taking him deep. A mutual groan fled them, and they clutched the other close, lips meeting again. Drizzt’s hand groped around on the ground, located Catti-brie’s discarded shirt, and rolled it together before gently lowering his love to the ground, placing the shirt under her head as a makeshift pillow.
Their bodies never once left the other’s, even as Drizzt covered Catti-brie’s with his own, moving his lips to her neck to suckle at the skin there, even as he drove his hips forward. She made a sound of pleasure, her legs crossing on his back, trying to pull him even deeper. He could sense she was close, both from her moans and from her shivering and the twitching of her internal muscles as he moved within her. He ran his tongue over the now reddish patch of skin on her neck, soothing the ache from his suckling, and then changed to run his lips along the line of her jaw instead, his teeth nipping and tickling the skin, then slipped down to gently bite at the muscle between her neck and her shoulder. She thrashed back and forth, crying his name out repeatedly, and he drove deep into her, rotating his hips, balancing her on the edge. And then, with a soft cry, she dropped her head back, her entire body arching against him as the tremors tore through her, her muscles clamping down around him in a tight grip.
Gasping, he ceased his moving, fighting back the desire to let go right here and there, waiting for her body to calm before resuming his thrusting. She cried out in both surprise and pleasure, then dug her fingers into his shoulders as he starting pushing her towards a second orgasm. Lips greedily met again, tongues dancing desperately as they moved, each trying to bring the other over the edge, and yet none of them wishing for it to end.
Suddenly, Catti-brie gasped his name, her hand tightening in his hair to pull his lips from hers. A knock made it to his ears through their gasps, and he cursed lowly.
“Drizzt.. The.. Door..,” his love groaned, even as her legs pushed him back into her body.
“Too close.. Can’t stop!” he hissed, feeling the first sparks of his coming release rushing through his veins.
“Catti? Drizzt? Ye in there?” Stumpet’s voice sounded, and the dwarven cleric hammered the door again.
“Quick!” Catti-brie whispered, pushing her hips against those of the drow, increasing their pace even more.
He moaned softly, but complied, grabbing her shoulders and holding her close as he drove even deeper, wrenching a heartfelt gasp from her. They could hear the dwarf grab the door handle, and suddenly they both remembered that neither had locked the door. The only good thing was that the bathroom door only stood ajar, not offering a clear look into the room they were in.
For some reason, the sudden fear that they should be found like this drove Drizzt the last step over the edge, and he kissed Catti-brie deeply, muffling his cry against her lips, shortly after mingled with her cry as her second release washed over her.
“Drizzt? Catti?” Stumpet’s voice sounded, and both could hear she was close to the bathroom.
Suddenly desperate, both knowing they did not have a chance of getting into their clothes before the cleric entered – Catti-brie’s muscles had not even calmed enough for Drizzt to withdraw – they rolled over, both dumping into the water of the bathtub. Their heads emerged, just as the cleric opened the door and looked in.
“Takin’ a bath, eh?” she asked with a smile, not noticing their heavy breathing, and, thankfully, her life-long work as a creator of Holy Water had destroyed most of her sense of smelling, rendering her oblivious of the heavy scent hanging in the air.
“Aye.. That.. That we are,” Catti-brie replied, managing to get her breath under control long enough to answer.
The dwarf nodded, and then left the room, closing both doors behind her.
“Next time,” Drizzt gasped, sighing softly as Catti-brie lifted off his lap. “..We’ll lock the door first.”
She chuckled.
“Aye… An’ next time, we’ll try ta get rid o’ yer leggings, too, ‘fore we go skinny-dippin’..”
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