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Carefully settling herself to lay on the vampire’s stomach, Natiope folds her arms to rest on his chest.
“Comfortable down there, dear?” Astarion lifts his head to glance down at his partner.
A smile plays over her lips as he brings his hand up to run through her hair. She still wasn’t quite used to the soft intimacy, but taking his lead on most of it had been working out so far. “Mmhmm,” she murmurs as her tail flicks back and forth across the bedroll.
The elf absentmindedly twirls the tielfing’s black locks around her horns, enjoying the sensation of her chest expanding against him as she breathes. Her tail finally settles, curling up to rest against his side. The two lay like this for a while, Natiope relaxing more into the touches as the moments pass.
Judging by the stillness of her form, Astarion guesses that the tiefling is almost asleep, and lets himself begin to drift off. The trance state starts to come over him as his mind calms, his eyes closing and hands relaxing.
Feeling the hands that were running through her hair begin to still, Natiope lifts her head and looks at Astarion as he begins to slip away. His face softens, and his jaw unclenches, and the tiefling can’t resist lifting her hand to caress her partner’s cheek. She watches as rest begins to take him, pulling herself up slightly to observe. She cups his chin, enjoying the moment to gaze upon him without a witty comment coming out of his lips.
Natiope’s mind drifts as she remembers how he liked to press his tongue against her neck, her breath catching thinking about the passionate kisses they would share. She completely respected the boundaries that the elf had set, but gods did she miss the feeling of intimacy they had shared in those headed moments. Sleeping in the same tent didn’t have the same impact. As her thoughts wander, her claws brush down his neck, following the channels his muscles create.
With no desire to push him, the tiefling just continues watching. After a few moments, an idea begins to form in her head. With a delicate motion, she pulls herself up and presses her lips against the underside of the vampire’s jaw, holding herself there as his eyes flutter open.
Astarion looks down, pulling his hand out of the tielfing’s black tresses to cup her the back of her neck. “My sweet, what are you do–” A dark hand quickly covers his mouth, silencing him.
“Just let me try something,” she whispers. Moving up, she presses another kiss to his jaw, relaxing her hand to cup his cheek.
Laying back, the elf lets her continue, holding back a chuckle as soft lips press against his skin again. Neither of them knew what they were doing, as she had countered him a few days prior after he confessed his desire for something real. He wasn’t the only one trying to figure whatever this was out.
Pressing her leg into the bedroll to brace herself, Natiope leans further and places another kiss, this one against the vampire’s cheek, just under his eye. Another, on his smile lines. Another, on the tip of his nose.
Astarion tilts his chin up, chasing her movements to try to capture her lips with his own.
She pulls back quickly, grabbing his chin and pushing his face back down. “I said,” her whisper louder this time, “let me try something.”
Red eyes widen as she handles him, his muscles relaxing as he lays back once more. “As you wish, my dear.”
Natiope’s lips curl into a small smile spreading across her features. “Easy to fall back into our habits, isn’t it?” The elf nods under her touch, and her black eyes smile. “I just want to kiss your pretty face, nothing more.”
Astarion tries not to paste on a smirk, letting himself just stare at the woman above him as she leans back in. Nothing more , he thinks as he feels lips press against the bridge of his nose. Nothing more , another between his brows. Nothing more , his eyes flutter shut. Maybe one day, but for tonight, this was all.
The tiefling’s tail slides down to curl around her partner’s leg. Her dark hands both come up to cup his cheeks, and she takes a second to pull back and take in his features. His jaw is slack, his white curls undone and falling around his ears, his lips ever so slightly open, just enough to see his fangs peeking out. She bends her neck again, pressing a chaste kiss over his left eye, then another over the right. A soft sigh escapes his lips, causing her to smile. She brushes his hair out of the way and dips to press another against his forehead
Astarion tilts his head back as he feels the pressure from her touch. His mind wanders and his body relaxes as she continues. Without thinking, he splays his open hand against her thigh and absentmindedly begins to rub his thumb in small circles into the skin just above the hem of her underwear.
The gentle touch surprises Natiope and she leans back. The elf was so vulnerable laying in her gaze. A feeling jolts in her chest, nothing with a name yet, but something beginning to be real. A small noise escapes her lips as she realizes she feels almost like a young girl again. There were no expectations between them, no carefully trained movements and practiced speeches. Neither of them knew what they were doing.
It overwhelms her, and she darts back down and begins to pepper quick kisses all over her elf’s face. She covers all the spaces she hadn’t touched, and goes back to repeat the movements once she finishes. Her lips pull into a smile as she continues to press them over pale skin. Her motions become so quick that she finds herself missing her marks, slipping off of his nose and pressing a bit too hard into his cheeks.
Astarion beams as she moves, giggling as her lashes tickle his nose. It’s fast and unrestrained, and he can’t help himself.
The tiefling huffs a happy sound in response, placing one last kiss between his eyes. She lets herself fall back, laying her head once again on his chest. “You’re adorable when you smile like that,” she remarks.
The vampire looks down, pulling his hand back up to tangle in her hair again. The moment was so soft, and he vowed to stay as still as possible so it didn’t have to end. They lay like that for several moments, both of their bodies stilling and growing drowsy once again.
“I think that you should try more somethings, darling,” he responds as the trance begins to overtake him once more. “I think I might quite like it when you do.”