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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 believe I should recommend having a bucket of icy water at your side while reading this next chapter. And, well… We need a bit of fun, don’t we?

Chapter 25c: Mucking Around

It was as they lay thusly, that Drizzt became aware of Catti-brie’s fingers drawing figures on the skin of his chest. Writing, in fact, it seemed. Slightly curious, he carefully listened to his nerves, forming the movements to letters in his mind.

He blinked, suddenly, taken back by surprise, and then looked down at the woman with a shocked expression. She merely smirked.

“Wulfgar did tell me I’m a sewer-dweller…,” she said.

“I don’t even know it that is possible to do..,” he muttered, referring to her suggestion.

“Oh, ‘tis. Else I’d not be suggestin’ it,” she chuckled, her fingers drifting lower.

The drow found his lips curling into a smile.

“Really? In that case, who should be on top?”

She smiled, pressed a kiss against his lips, and then moved off him, sitting on her knees around the level of his shoulders. She then, as she usually did, trailed a string of kisses, licks and soft nips down his torso, inflaming his nerves along the way.

Shwaysways loved hearing the way a breath would get caught in his throat whenever she reached a particularly sensitive area, and she often took her time to tease that area, forcing moans and soft whispers from him. Carefully, she nipped at the soft skin of his abdomen, hearing a hiss escape his lips. His hands, never able to stay still when she pleasured him, were gently running over her lower back and buttocks – a new, yet not unwelcome, experience for her. Blowing gently on the head of his arousal, she could feel a shiver run through him – a shiver that only grew stronger as she stuck her tongue out to lick the pearly drop of liquid off the tip. Catti-brie chuckled, feeling his hips move slightly in a silent plea for her to get the teasing over with.

Bending her head, she parted her lips and closed them around the head, hearing a ragged groan leave him. And, much to her joy, felt him pulling gently at her leg, moving her so her body was right on top of his. Restless hands continued their exploring of her thighs, yet she could not help a moan of her own as she could feel his breath against her opening. Encouraging, she took him deeper, suckling gently, and wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft, letting her fingers tickle the sensitive underside. She groaned heavily around her mouthful of flesh as he buried his face between her legs, his own tongue burrowing deep into her.

They rolled to their sides, settling more comfortably, before continuing their ministrations, both delighting in the new position. Drizzt was the first to find his release, getting go of her and throwing his head back with a soft cry as she drank deeply off him, coaxing every drop she could out of him.

He rolled over, lying on his back, as he tried to catch his breath again, eyes closed tightly, as he clearly savoured the aftershocks. She smiled, turned around, and gently kissed his lips, tasting herself on them. Suddenly, his eyelids slid back, and she found herself almost hypnotized in the lavender fire that gazed at her. And then, before she barknewknew whas gos going on, she was lying on her back, Drizzt hovering over her, wearing an almost predatorily grin.

His index finger slipped inside her, as he crushed their lips together, his thumb gently teasing the bundle of nerves at the edge of her entrance, making her shudder beneath him. A second finger joined, and then a third, before he scissored his fingers, pressing them against her walls, teasing her nerves and muscles. She moaned, moving and pushing against hand,and, trying to pull the digits deeper, even as his tongue explored her mouth. His other hand caressed a breast, rolling the nipple with his palm, and he smiled as she arched into his touch, desperate for more.

He continued to merciless tease and stimulate her, even as she moaned his name, her inner walls clenching tightly around the fingers within her, prolonging the feelings raging through her. She clutched his shoulders frantically, her hips moving of their own accord, until, at end, she slumped back to the mattress, gasping for air, and still shivering from over-stimulated nerves whenever the black elf touched her.

“Ye.. Ye.. Insolent.. Impossible!” she sputtered once she finally had enough breath to talk again, swatting his shoulder.

resiresistible?” he laughed, bending down to nuzzle her neck. “Absolutely adorable?”

“I can agree ta the first, though t’ll take some thinkin’ ‘bout the second,” she replied with a playful smirk.

“Maybe I can do something to aid your decision…,” he said, lightly pushing his hips against her, letting her feel the effect she had on him. “I’m quite certain that I can do a thing or two that will push your mind in the right direction.”

“Me love, if t’ll go much further in that direction, ye won’t be able ta walk tamorrow!”

They rolled over, laughing, each fighting for the upper han bot both their physical and their verbal sparring, until Drizzt had to grab hold of a pole to avoid them falling over the edge of the bed. Grinning, Catti-brie took advantage of his current disabilities concerning movement – as he was hanging partly over the edge of the bed, and had to hold on to the pole to avoid falling – and pounced on him, tickling his sides. He squirmed, laughing, and tried desperately to fend off her attacks with his free hand, though he had difficulties pulling himself up as she was sitting on his waist.

Suddenly, he lost his grip, and a thud later, both were lying on the floor – their fall absorbed by the soft, thick blanket covering the floor around the bed – and both laughing so hard they could barely breathe. Abruptly, Drizzt grabbed hold of one of the pillows that had dropped with them, and whacked Catti-brie with it.

She made a shocked and dismayed sound, then promptly seized her own pillow and returned the swat. The drow glared at her, and then, without warning, threw his pillow at her, only to get it thrown right back into his belly. Soon after, feathers were flying around the room as they played a game of tug-o-war over the remains of a once down-filled pillow; now just a rag. Both were nearly sick with laughter, sitting in the middle of the gently falling feathers, the pile of pillows and messy sheets. Finally, the drow gave a powerful tug, and, as Catti-brie fell forward, caught her in his arms and crushed her to him, effectively stopping their laughter with a searing kiss.

She smiled, returning the kiss, and then, suddenly, pushed at his chest and brought them apart.

“Ye stay here,” she purred, stopping his protests with a small kiss. “An’ I’ll be right back..”

“In other words, you’ll leave me to do the cleaning?” he sighed.

She chuckled.

“Nay.. Ye keep the feathers. Methinks we’ll find some use fer them..”

An elegant white eyebrow rose.

“Are you going to tie me down again? If that’s the case, I’d like a warning before hand, so I can cut the ropes enough to tear them apart if I should so desire.”

Catti-brie merely smirked as she pulled on a robe.

“How’d ye guess? Though ye’d better keep yer hands off the ropes, ‘lest ye want me ta use shackles instead…”

Drizzt paused, running a hand over his chin with a thoughtful expren.
n.

“You know… That contains quite a few possibilities. Of co, we, we would have to move to the dungeon, if that would be the case. And there, we could not just stick to the shackles, but…”

He never managed to finish the sentence, however, as Catti-brie threw her tunic at him, before she opened the door and left the room – closing said door behind her. Laughing, the drow rose to his feet as well, and set about getting the sheets and pillows back onto the bed – though he left the feathers lying on the floor. At end satisfied, he climbed back into the bed and pulled the blanket up around him, looking at the ceiling as he starting making his own plans. He smiled, as he set his goal for the day. He would not just make her moan his name this time, but scream it…

Catti-brie returned, then, and peeked in with a broad grin. Drizzt smiled, and lifted the side of the blanket, inviting her to join him. She smiled, draping the robe over the back of a chair and walked over to the bed, a scarf and a bottle of what appeared to be oil in her hands. Placing both bottle and f onf on the nightstand, she slipped in underneath the blanket beside the drow and settled into his embrace, pressing a kiss against his lips. His short time alone had done nothing to diminish his arousal – especially as his thoughts had been centred on the woman in his arms and of how he would please her.

She moaned softly, bending one leg to hook it around his hip, and he could feel the warmth from her centre – she had to have been thinking of him on her walk. Smiling, ovedoved slightly, pulling her beneath him and gently manoeuvring his body into position. He pushed in carefully, feeling that she was not as ready as she could be – yet she pushed with her legs, forcing him deeper until he simply could go no further. He stayed in that position, only rotating his hips slightly, letting her adjust fully; and drawing several heart-felt moans from her in the process.

Slowly, he started moving; in short, carefully strokes at first, and, as she gradually grew fully aroused, increased his dept – though he was in no hurry. Instead, he took his time to please her, wanting to love her with his body as deeply as he did with his heart. And every time their eyes met, he could see the love he felt for her reflected in her eyes. Carefully, he lowered his body, resting his weight on his elbows, but otherwise holding as much of their bodies together as possible; wanting to savour the moment in full. Their lips met in a slow, tender kiss. The blanket lay over their bodies, the warmth trapped beneath it drowsing and relaxing them.

They lost track of time and space, their worlds narrowing to the present only, to what they shared. Their pulses synchronized, just as their bodies did; air was drawn into two sets of lungs at the same time, and released in the same rhythm. They both felt the bond between them grow stronger, their souls briefly touching and bonding in a way they never before had tried. In that moment, they knew that they were truly meant for each other…

Catti-brie arched beneath him, his mouth swallowing her soft cry – and returned it as he, too, tumbled over the edge and clutched the woman close.

“Drizzt.. Methinks I fergot ta lock the door..,” she suddenly whispered.

* * * * * *

Regis walked down the hallway, humming to himself, and juggling his latest carving between his hands. It was a tiny figure of a unicorn and a panther – one he found fitting for Catti-brie and Drizzt.

Whistling a tune, he gently rapped the door with his knuckle, and the force of that alone pushed it open. Thinking that the couple were not in, the halfling pushed it fully open, and peered in. Three pairs of eyes momentary met, before Regis squealed in fright, and quickly shut the door again, though his mind was thankful for the fact that the two had had a blanket covering them…

A/N: Hehe.. I wonder what will happen now, eh? Will Regis survive this? And what has Catti planned with the scarf and the oil? (it''s good, believe me) Give me your guesses, and drop me a note! I''ll continue this when I reach 15 reviews!
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