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Morgan and Karlach sat at the table, the fiery tiefling no longer burned the chair she sat at to ashes, thanks to the efforts of her lover and soul mate Morgan Sweeney, the usually reserved but deeply compassionate Warlock tied her hair back as she opened the small book laid put in front of them.
"Okay love, this is something that you seriously need to learn, so please be open to learning, for me?"
Karlach let out a hearty laugh, "Darling, what do you think I need a book for, I've gotten through life just fine without reading so far!"
Morgan furrowed her brow, "Dear, not everything can be solved by swinging an axe at it. Think of all the times we have benefitted by simple reading and understanding a situation. Morgan insisted and Karlach humored her, opening the small book entitled "Don't let the tressym drive the Nautiloid." Her face showed confusion
"Morgan, is this for kids or something, why are there pretty pictures all in it?" she looked at the illustrations, depicting a reckless little treyssm asking to drive the hellish vehicle that Morgan had escaped only weeks before.
"Love, I... well...yes. It is a children's book, but you have to start somewhere!" Karlach laughed, "Fine, fine, we'll do this, but you have to do something for me. I know it's been a long fucking time since I've gotten physical with someone, but I still kiss better than you! You want me to read this gibberish? Than you let me teach you how to make a girl's toes curl with just a smooch."
Morgan's face was red and her hands shook on the book in front of her, physical intimacy didn't come easy to the introverted Warlock. "I...I don't know if we should right now love, I mean we are right out in the open, I mean Astarion...." The words didn't get a chance to escape her lips as Karlach pressed her red lips into hers, the heat no longer burning, but the warm sensation of their lips contact elicited both a squeak and a soft moan from Morgan.
"Now show me this page, and we'll go for another, I'll make those toes curl yet." Karlach boasted, Morgan, red faced and sweating read through the page rather quickly, the anticipation almost too much to bear.
Their lessons continued for the next hour, Morgan's hair having come loose from it's usual ponytail, and her clothes a bit disheveled from Karlach's strong and persistent grip. Karlach finally did the girl in though, as their tongues explored each other's mouth and Morgan let out another little squeak as her body shook and her toes curled, Karlach released her laughing at the bare foot girl's attempts to hide both her reaction and her desire.
Their lessons finally came to a halt, as Gale wandered over, at first put off by the sight of the sweaty women, he noticed their book, "My tale! That isn't ready for publication yet!" He snatched the story, his red face showed his reaction, he had thought his hobby was well hidden. "Don't tell anyone what you've read, Tara wants to see this before I ever take it to be published, she wants to make sure her portrayal is accurate, if I can pull this off, every child in the realms will know her name!"
The girls sat in bewilderment, before bursting out into laughter, Morgan's head coming to rest on Karlach's chest, her eyes looking up at her beloved, Karlach stroked her cheek, "How about we go back to our tent, and have some more lessons?" She asked suggestively, her lips coming to graze against Morgan's ear. No words were required for Morgan's response, an eager nod of the head and Karlach threw the warlock over her shoulder, the rest of camp watching as Karlach carried her into the tent, the rest of camp heard their "lessons" continue late into the night.