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“Are you coming to bed, my love? Bills and letters can wait till the morrow but everyone needs some well deserved rest. Particularly you.”
Triss found it difficult to pull her eyes away from the letter she was inking but the image of Gale was quite the reward. He stood in the doorway to her office in his sleeping robes, hair mussed and brown eyes deep with dreams. The glow of her lamp complimented his features, cutting swathes of shadow across his handsome face and rendering his eyes dark.
Her brows furrowed, turning to look at the grandfather clock sitting in the corner of her office. Gods, had she truly been sitting at this desk for that long? The sun would be rising in just a few hours. Triss rubbed at her tired eyes and turned back to Gale who leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded, watching her come back into time.
“I’m sorry, darling. I must have lost track of the time.”
“It’s quite alright,” Gale hummed, wandering over to place his large, warm hands on her shoulders. The touch felt delightful through her thin linen shirt and Triss leaned back into his body. With talented hands he started to work at the tense muscles of her shoulders. She turned her head just so to brush her lips over his thumb.
“I will say, it’s a wonder to watch you work.”
Triss recognized that cheeky tone in his voice and smirked to herself.
“I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?”
In the past few months, things had been so busy. Between planning their trip to Waterdeep, the Crooked Crow’s ownership officially passing into her hands, and every other person in this city tugging at them for help with this and that…
“No, never,” Gale insisted quickly with a scoff and she felt him deliver a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. “I’ve been enjoying being a kept man while you toil away the hours believe it or not. It leaves time for my other pursuits.”
Triss doesn’t mention that Gale’s other pursuits are the same things that he used to pad his family’s already overflowing coffers. He had been tossing back and forth the idea of writing a theoretical book on the Crown of Karsus for weeks now.
“Though, I won’t lie that our bed has felt quite empty without you.”
Triss giggled, pressing her cheek to the back of his hand.
“It’s alright to say you want me, Gale,” Triss hummed knowingly. Triss could almost see Gale’s fluster in her mind’s eye.
Triss was standing before he could find his words again, pulling her chair out slightly and looking at him with darkening eyes.
“Sit,” she told him, a command disguised as a sweet offer. Triss did that so well.
Gale’s eyes narrowed as he studied her face, the delightful wrinkles at the corners of his eyes nearly driving her to kiss him and take him right there. Despite her thrill, she tamped down her desires in favor of a more elaborate plan.
“What exactly are you scheming in that lovely mind of yours?” Gale asked, a smirk finally crossing his handsome features.
“You will see,” Triss said slowly, taking his hand and guiding him around the chair. She pressed him down into the seat. “ Sit .”
Gale settled, his eyes glued to her every movement, intoxicated.
Triss smiled wickedly at him, slipping her fingers down to begin undoing the buttons on her trousers.
Gale let out a little breathless laugh, caught between watching her nimble hands or her face. He shifted, clearly pleased at this turn of events. Her heart hammered a beat in her ribs, thrilled by his eager obedience.
Gale gasped softly when she reached down to part the silk of his robes, his needy eyes glued to her face. Waiting, anticipating, craving .
Instead of touching him, Triss pulled down the band of his small clothes just enough to reveal his cock, her knuckles dragging over his thighs as she did so. The only touch she would give him right now.
Triss paused a moment to drink him in. She loved his cock, the soft tufts of brown hair it rested in making way to his fuzzy belly, covered by parted blue silk. He was already half-hard, weeping ever so slightly at the tip. Just at the slightest chance of having her. Gale was of a modest length but his girth was impressive enough to make her squirm when he was inside her. Not to mention how well he could use it. That and his fingers.
And his tongue…
“I’m going to finish my work…,” Triss hummed, resisting the urge to sink down onto her knees in front of him. She slipped easily between his legs, running her hands through his hair. He pushed into her touch, pretty eyes fluttering shut at the lightest tug of her fingers in his locks. Just as suddenly he had her touch, did she turn her back to him, assured that he would have the best view.
Triss slipped her pants down just enough, Gale’s hands already skimming up her thighs to find a home at the curve of her hips. A hand to steady him, a sharp intake of breath behind her, and Triss sank onto him.
“And you’re going to sit right here.”
Gale groaned, loud and wanting, pressing his forehead into the back of her shoulders.
“Triss,” he whined softly, hands tensing on her hips. “Oh, my love, you feel-”
Gale bucked his hips instinctively.
Triss reached back and tugged at his hair.
“Do not move,” Triss commanded, trying to disguise her breathlessness with a chiding sigh.
Gale whined, pitiful and sweet against the skin of her neck, but stilled his hips. His hands held so tight to her waist she thought it may bruise. Triss wriggled and shifted to get comfortable, ignoring the way it knocked the breath from her own lungs. Her heart racing, her wetness starting to drip down his cock. Her fingers were unsteady, trying to ignore the soft whimpers and huffs of Gale behind her. He had stilled in the refuge of her neck, thighs quivering in effort to stay still.
Triss had forgotten what exactly she had been writing and skimmed over the words already written.
Mind over matter, she reminded herself. But oh, how she did love those sounds he was making.
Slowly, painstakingly Triss worked. Dipped the quill into ink, tracing each letter of her words meticulously onto the parchment. When Triss found herself again she began to squeeze herself around him on occasion, sending him into another series of slow, ragged breaths and little whines. Sweet man, trying to breathe through his desire. Gale wanted to be good for her so badly it made her throat tighten and her cunt ache.
He grew harder inside her, moment by moment.
When Gale gave up his practiced breathing, he instead busied himself worshipping at her neck, the tip of her ear. When he grazed his lips over the point, she nearly lost all her considerable willpower.
Just nearly.
Then, he switched to the other side of her neck, her head tilting in allowance. Triss made a show of ignoring him, of not making a sound. She twisted her hips on occasion, pressed them back into him, fluttered again and again around his cock. But she did not make a sound, not even a huff of breath escaped her lips.
All the while, Gale whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Not in effort to make her break but in praise, in askance.
“I would do whatever you asked if I could just live just like this, inside you,” he breathed against her ear. “You are perfect. I could drown in you.”
Gale knew how to drive her wild. Often, on purpose but in other moments, like this, just by being him .
By the time Triss finished her letter, Gale was trembling ever so slightly though he had settled his arms around her middle comfortably.
“Are you finished?” Gale asked breathlessly as she set the letter aside.
Triss was floating, on loving words and his sweet obedience. It made her delightfully cruel.
“A few more letters, sweetling,” she told him in a cool, unwavering voice no matter how much her body ached.
Gale whined brokenly and Triss grinned, quite pleased with herself, and dipped her quill into the ink once more. What great motivation to finish her work, he was.
By the time Triss finished her other four correspondence, Gale had lost all semblance of words. No longer did he whisper promises in her ear, no longer did he lavish her with praises. He quivered underneath her. His hands flexed and unflexed at her thighs, blunt nails biting at her skin. Gale had willpower to rival her own and throughout this he had not moved, still as - and just as hard - as stone beneath her. His breath came in ragged, heated gusts against the back of her neck, raising goose pimples along her arms.
The slightest movement from Triss turned him whimpering, drooling against her neck as he placed sloppy kisses to her skin.
Triss sat back - earning another keen from her lover - and studied her letters. She set her quill down, folded the papers carefully and meticulously. Then, she tucked each into an envelope and addressed it with a steady hand. When they had been placed in a neat stack in front of her, Triss turned her head to murmur into his hair.
“You may have me now.”
Triss gasped at the swiftness with which he acted, hooking his knees to the inside of her own and spreading her. She caught herself from falling at the edge of her desk, knuckles white as he lifted her up just enough to rock desperately inside her.
“Gale-!” she gasped, eyes rolling back when his fingers found themselves at the apex of her legs.
“You are an awful, wicked woman,” he praised with a groan, fucking himself inside her with every bit of desire that had burned in him for the past hour. “And I love you. Gods, I love you-”
Gale was panting, shuddering, fucking her with everything that he had. He never left her, only withdrawing enough to rock himself inside her with a force that knocked the wind from her lungs. With his knees pinning her legs open, Triss could do nothing but gladly surrender to him. Her body bowed, back arching and muscles quivering. And his fingers, not so meticulous now that she had driven him to the very edge. They swirled and swirled around her aching clit eased by the wetness that had long ago soaked through bits of his robe and underwear, the band of her trousers.
Triss cried out, slipping her hand back into his hair and pulling tightly at it.
“Come,” he said on a frantic rush of of breath. “I need you to come for me, my love. Please, please. I need it, please.”
Gale sounded so pretty when he begged and his breathless moan had pitched higher into a whine which made it all the sweeter. Every inch of her that had panted in silence, each moan she had swallowed was molten lava that coated her spine and poured into her belly. There was electricity in her finger tips. She couldn’t catch her breath and neither could he; their lips finding each other and biting, nipping, kissing deeply and loving.
Gale’s arms around her middle, held her, anchored her tightly as he embraced her..
Triss’ lips parted in a silent cry, digging her nails into his scalp and pulling viciously at the silky strands of his hair as pleasure crashed through her. She shuddered, quaking thighs fighting against Gale as he held her legs apart. He groaned into her ear, whimpered her name as he pressed himself flush inside her, stretching her deliciously as he spilled himself inside her. They sparked together, crying out and teetering on the edge of endlessness. Blind was Triss to anything but the feeling of his arms wrapped around her, his cries and the throb of his cock emptying inside her.
Triss came back into herself warm, fuzzy and complete. She sunk bonelessly into Gale, his chest heaving against her back. Their lungs warred to right themselves, the dizziness and ache from lack of oxygen was just another burn of pleasure in her lust addled haze. She was still fluttering around him, the warmth of his release beginning to leak down her thighs.
“You spoil me,” Gale breathed finally. He was rubbing gently at her belly, having closed his legs so she could rest comfortably in his lap once more. “You are a wonder.”
Gently, he grabbed her chin and turned it upward from where her head rested back against his shoulder.
He kissed her sweetly and it pulled a tired, grateful smile from Triss.
“I thought you might like that,” she teased.
“Oh, I did. Very much so,” Gale hummed with a smile, gazing at her with such love in his eyes it made Triss breathless. “I have always said you know me better than I know myself. You continue to prove me right.”
“It’s a gift,” Triss joked wryly, shrugging. Gale chuckled and gave her another kiss.
“Well, you are free to test my patience any time,” Gale began with a throaty hum. Triss quirked an eyebrow, knowing she already did that quite frequently.
Gale held a finger up, "If it involves similar circumstances to this.”
“Don’t go back on your word now,” Triss jested.
Gale gently helped her up off his lap and pulled her trousers back up to her hips as she tried to steady her wobbling knees. He secured the buttons for her too. After, Gale flicked his robe closed and took her hand.
“Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
Oh, to be cuddled into his warm embrace and drift off to sleep. Triss couldn’t deny herself that temptation.