Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

Dreams Beneath a Starfilled Sky	By : DragonEyeZ Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 7598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Forgotten Realms series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 24
- 25
- 26
A/N: This chapter is somewhat angsty. However, the juicy part is in the third installment.

Chapter 25b: Healing the Mind

Catti-brie climbed out of the tub, grinning wagging her hips at the still submerged drow, and then sought out a few towels while he left the water as well. He had not removed his breeches during their lovemaking, and now had some difficulties peeling them off his legs as they clung to his skin – almost as if they refused to leave him (not that Catti-brie wondered e ofe often found it hard to remove herself from him, too).
She quickly dried herself off while he picked up their discarded clothes and piled them, then tossed a towel over his head. He laughed, pulling the towel off, only to have her wrap another one around him along with her arms. Their lips met in yet another deep kiss and Catti-brie moved her hands, drying off Drizzt’s torso. Slowly, her hands drifted lower, and the drow’s grasp on her shoulders slowly started to get tighter and his breathing heavier. She bend her head, pressing a kiss against the black skin of his chest while her hands continued their travel south along with the towel. The elf sighed softly, dropping his head back in defeat, and placed a hand on the wall, using it for support.
The human smiled, keeping her lips about the length of a palm above the edge of the towel, yet following its path down. She took special care upon reaching his groieepieeping her touch light, bringing yet another sigh from the drow.
“Never, in the whole of my life, had I thought it could be so pleasant bathing with someone else..,” he muttered, his eyes fluttering close as her lips reached the area her hands had attended to moments before.
Catti-brie did not reply, but instead smirked and continued her dropping, running her lips down his thigh as her hands began drying off his left foot. A sudden thought appeared in her head – though it had nothing what so ever to do with her original plan, but then again, nothing of what had happened so far had been of her planning. She moved the towel to his other foot and placed her lips where they had left the other leg, and then went upwards instead, finishing her drying and the travelling of her lips.
The towel was dropped to the ground, now useless, and she instead used the current position of her head to press a kiss against his abdomen, hearing his sharp intake of breath. Slowly and gently, she tilted her head, running both lips and the of hof her tongue down the side of his rapidly growing arousal. A soft moan fled him, and he gently ran a hand through her hair.
“Please.. Not now..,” he whispered.
A little surprised, she ceased her teasing and looked up, meeting his lavender gaze.
“The door,” he merely said, smiling.
She harrumphed and rose to her feet, wrapping the towel around his waist.
“Ye’ve got less ta hide,” she merely said, giving him a light pat to the bottom as he walked past her.
He yelped slightly in surprise, and turned to face her, a single eyebrow raised.
She merely smiled innocently. With a sigh, this time slightly annoyed, the drow left the bathroom, heading for their two main doors, and locking both. Once sure that it would take a considerable amount of force to break through it – one of the good things about dwarven handiwork – he turned back towards the inside of the room. A smirk crossed his face, as he saw Catti-brie, lying on the bed, as naked as the day she had been born, and wearing a look even more alluring than the best from a Calimport courtesan.
He walked over to her, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and leaned down to give her a kiss. Smiling, she pushed up to meet him, supporting her weight on her elbows. It was slow, caring and tender, unlike many of those they had shared only moments before. Her hand slipped to thck ock of his neck, pulling him down with her as she eased her weight back into the pillows. He followed willingly, pulling his legs into the bed as well, and moved so that he could place a hand on the other side of her body. His fingers came into contact with the rope that still hung around the four posts, and he could not help a smirk.
“So, tell me..,” he softly said. “What was it you had planned..?”
She chuckled playfully, slipping out from beneath him, and he turned to follow her, only to be pushed into the pillows. He followed willingly, knowing from experience that submitting to Catti-brie always was rewarding. But, unlike what he had expected, there was no rope slipping over his wrist. Instead, Catti-brie suddenly got a serious look in her eyes, and the drow wondered what was crossing her mind.
“Ye remember I told ye I’d an idea ta remove the bad memories o’ the mermaids?” she asked.
Surprised, he nodded slowly, and a faint smile crossed his love’s lips. She brushed her lips against his tenderly, her hands gently running down the sides of his body.
“I want ye ta recall ‘tall,” she said. “An’ tell me everythin’ that happened…”
The drow blinked in surprise, though the memories he so far has suppressed started to push at his mind again.
“Why?” he asked, slightly shocked by the request.
“’Tis ‘cause I thinks I’ve be findin’ a way ta cure ye o’ it,” she said, smiling softly. “Though ye’ll have ta watch me all the time.”
Slowly, he nodded, and took a deep breath to steady himself. He trusted the woman, and always would, he knew, even in matters such as this. He focused on the feel of the mattress against his back, using is as an anchor as he started recounting, in detail, what the mermaids had done to him. However, his surprise grew as Catti-brie started doing the exact same things to him, making the memories appear with a greater force, but also replacing them – though he still remembered the mermaids, they were suddenly overshadowed by the images of his beloved, the feelings the merpeople had invoked tied with what she brought to him, the scent and feel of the mattress replacing his memory of the cold water that several times nearly had cost him his life.
Slowly, but steadily, thoughts and feelings were replaced with warmer and more welcome oneushiushing the thoughts of the mermaids to the back is mis mind where they, though he still remembered them clearly, did not affect him in spirit in the same way. Several times, Catti-brie ceased her work as he stopped retelling, not continuing until he had caught his breath, or found the courage, to continue the telling.
Time slowly passed, as Catti-brie gently and carefully guided him through the pathways of his own mind and memories, forcing him to remember each and every one of them. He felt torn in two, one half of his thought being in the room, the other half brought back to the dark and damp cave in which he had met the more-in-one-way man-hungry merwomen. Unwillingly, tears found their way to his eyes, and he could see the compassion in Catti-brie’s eyes, though she made him continue – and both knew that he had to finish his telling to let her help be of full use.
Amidst the painful flashes of memories that flooded his mind and the pleasure that rolled through his veins, he suddenly realised the careful path Catti-brie walked – she could just as well have risked her idea would have the opposite effect than what she had hoped; that it would lock the memories of her and of the mermaids in a way so the merpeople dominated, and therefore would frighten him from touching her ever again. Much in the same way as it had been between them upon his homecoming. And it only made him love her all the more – a love he saw returned in her eyes - and he suddenly realised that the bond they shared were far deeper than just love between two people; it was the love between two souls…
Suddenly, his mind seemed to explode with memories – among the chaos of images of the mermaids, different images of Catti-brie flashed before his eyes, each one reminding him why he loved the woman so – of how long he had loved her. Of how his heart had broken as he had thought her dead in Tarturus. Of how he had nearly killed himself upon being told that she was to wed Wulfgar – only the thought that it would make her unhappy had stayed his hand in the last moment. Of the many years they had sailed with the Sea Sprite, each day bringing more longing to his heart to be with the woman, yet bringing her even further beyond his reach as well. Thousands of images flickered past, all to that faithful night when he had asked her to come outside and sleep, and their relationship had finally could spark at full – a raging fire he suddenly realised had been lying hidden for years. And, with that realization, he suddenly was struck with the fact of life. She was in the end of her twenties; he was not even a century. While she had lived nearly half her life, he had barely lived a tenth of his own.
He was not aware that he had closed his eyes, nor did he register the tears ran freely down his cheeks. He arched as his body suddenly founds its release, crying out the name of his love softly, putting all of his stress and sorrow into it, his hands digging into the mattress, even as the lightning shot through his mind, momentary pushing away the images that danced before his eyes. He dropped back, gasping, his mind a mess of runaway pictures and feelings. He could feel Catti-brie climb back to his side, gently kissing the tears from his face, and putting her arms around him.
“I’m sorry,” she suddenly whispered.
He opened his eyes, then, looking up at her, and, for a few minutes, felt his mind grow blank. He looked at her, as if seeing her for the first time and, suddenly, he realised he would not regret anything. It seemed as everything that had passed through his mind suddenly faded, all overshadowedh thh the one image of his love hovering above him. He gently pulled her down, kissing her carefully, as if it was their first kiss.
“No, sweet,” he replied, running his thumb over her cheek, a faint smile crossing his face. “I’m sorry.. For having been such a fool…”
“Fer not admittin’ ta yerself how ye felt ‘bout me?” she asked softly, smiling, and lay her head to rest on his chest.
He could not help a weak smile, running a hand through her auburn tresses.
“That, and many other things..,” he murmured, feeling an odd calm enter his thoughts – an acceptance of what the future would bring, as well as a removal of all his regrets of the past…
- 24
- 25
- 26
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Dreams Beneath a Starfilled Sky