[ Gale's easy affection does make him want to crawl properly into his lap again. On the one hand, he hardly knows what to do with this--what are they doing?--but there's also a starving part of him that wants to lap it right up, keep Gale in his tent until morning.
Wouldn't that be the talk of the camp.
Astarion lifts his head, Gale so close that their noses nearly bump when he does. The spark is back in his eyes as he drags his thumb over Gale's hip, his lips curving. ]
Devilishly handsome? Irresistible? By your measure, at least.
no subject
Wouldn't that be the talk of the camp.
Astarion lifts his head, Gale so close that their noses nearly bump when he does. The spark is back in his eyes as he drags his thumb over Gale's hip, his lips curving. ]
Devilishly handsome? Irresistible? By your measure, at least.