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chérie amour - rolan x fem!tav (pt 2)

rolan x fem!tav
smut
!! blowjobs, semi-public sex

part two

A leather-bound spellbook and a sandwich wrapped in paper, left uncharacteristically atop the kitchen table. Presumably forgotten.
Tav rubs her eyes of the lingering hold of sleep, her brow furrowing at the sight in front of her. Rolan isn't usually the forgetful type but he's also far from perfect, no matter how perfect he appears to be through her own eyes. Tav picks up the sandwich and the book and peers around the corner towards their front door and finds that the pack he usually takes with him to work is missing. With the weight of both of the items in her hands she wonders how he didn't notice he was leaving them behind.
She knows right then what she has to do. It's no question.
She'll visit him at Sorcerous Sundries for lunch.
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The mid-morning sun is warm and the clouds are sparse as she walks the streets of the lower city. It's a busy day–the first of the month always is–and vendors line the streets in their colorful tents, selling wares of all kinds and doing whatever they can to entice her to stop by and take a look.
A fruit stand catches her eye first. It's obviously been popular -  if the half-filled crates are any indication - and the brillant shapes and colors of the perfectly ripe fruit make her want to buy it all just to sink her teeth into it and feel the sticky juice run down her arm. She looks around at everything while the skinny gnome man behind the stall asks her about her morning and her plans for the rest of the day. She's more than happy to entertain him and before she leaves she promises to return to him on her way home. The man laughs and tells her he can't promise anything remaining past mid-day. She buys a pear just in case.
There's also a man selling fish, and another selling polished pearl buttons, and a woman offering quick tailoring services offers her a toothless smile as she passes by. She passes a florist and decides to buy a small bouquet on a whim before stopping at a sweet mother and daughter selling pastries. The fruit-filled one calls her name and she swaps some gold pieces for it, adding a couple extra simply because she can. When the mother calls after her to tell her she overpaid, Tav waves goodbye and wishes her a happy afternoon.
By the time she reaches Sorcerous Sundries her smallpack is a little heavier, her coin purse lighter, and her heart warmer.

The roar of elementals and the tingle of magic tickling the hairs on her arms act as a pleasant and familiar welcome as she walks through the doors of the grand building. Lively as ever, the controlled chaos of magic and the constant pursuit of knowledge feel like a second home to her. She wouldn't have it any other way.
Tav makes her way to the second floor of Sundries, careful as she steps around a twinkling projection of a tomcat, fast asleep in the center of a step, and making sure to wave to Lia as she goes, promising to come back later to properly say hello when she's not busied with a patron. Finally, she cheesily blows a kiss to Rolan's projection at the top of the stairs and promptly vanishes into a portal. 
Navigating through the many corridors and staircases of Sundries' private sector is easy despite something being different, moved, or aggressively renovated each time she visits, and it's not long until she finds herself where she knows Rolan is most likely to be found. She peeks her head into the library first. It's empty. So is his private study. With that knowledge in mind she turns on her heels and skips down the red carpeted hall until she reaches the end and raps her knuckles on the ornate wooden frame of the archive library's grand mahogany door. She peeks in hesitantly, carefully inching the door open in case someone else is inside.
The only person she finds inside is that pretty tiefling with his hair tied back as he always has it and his spade-tipped tail waving back and forth behind him in a slow, even pattern – the way it does when he's concentrating on something.
She tucks the hand holding the flowers behind her back and silently slips inside the threshold. It smells of parchment and ink. One of her favorite smells. It smells like his study back at their home.
"Hello, handsome," she sings.
Rolan stands at the foot of a sprawling bookcase and is surrounded by piles and piles of scrolls. In his hand is another, yet it appears to be of the non-magical type, and he looks over it with great detail. She spies the fluffy end of a quill feather and assumes he's holding the thing between his teeth. He must be cataloging.
At the sound of her voice he startles slightly and turns at the waist, an annoyed look etched onto his features at whoever had the gall to call him handsome. That look dissipates the second he realizes who it is and his sour features soften and warp into something much nicer. Much warmer. Fondness.
He pulls the quill from between his teeth and smiles, baring those pointy teeth.
"Hello, my love. What are you doing here?"
Both the scroll and quill get placed down on a nearby table and he moves in long strides to meet her at the door. Just before he's able to close the gap between them a hand is pulled from behind Tav's back and the tiefling is faced with a bouquet of flowers. Once again that look of confusion flits back, but there's a little smirk on the corner of his mouth that tells Tav he's more than a little surprised.
"What're these?"
"Just a little something I picked up on the way here," Tav says and thrusts them into his hands. He takes them, eyeing them carefully. "Thought they reminded me of you."
They're small flowers with delicate petals that begin a brilliant red and fade to a pale yellow at the tips. On the stem there are tiny needle-like barbs, and she tells him to be careful followed by a quick kiss to his freckled cheek.
"You're adorable, but I find it difficult to believe you came all the way here to bring me flowers."
Tav huffs in feigned disbelief but ends up laughing anyway. He can never simply enjoy a nice moment. Always one to ask 'but why?'
"You'd be correct," she says and reaches into her smallpack that's draped over her shoulder, pulling out his spellbook and the sandwich he'd forgotten. His brows shoot upwards towards his horns. "Get a little distracted this morning?"
The spellbook is taken from her first and tucked under his arm, the sandwich next. He laughs at his own forgetfulness.
"Must've slipped my mind. I swear I misplaced it somewhere..." He looks down at the sandwich in his hand and worries his lip for a second, considering his options. "I'll admit I've been too caught up in the archives to even think about lunch, but now that you're here I wouldn't mind taking a break."
That sounds like music to Tav's ears.
They settle down at a small table in the archives library, surrounded by tomes and books and scrolls, and look out over the city through doors Rolan had opened up to reveal a quaint balcony. Tav eats the pastry she'd purchased along with the little bits of meat that fall out of the end of Rolan's sandwich. The flowers she'd given him sit between them in a cup; he'll have to search out a proper vessel to hold them after she leaves.
They talk about various topics while they enjoy the other's company. They chat about the tower and the renovations being done to it, they chat about Tav's progress on her painting, and they chat about how close Rolan is to finally being done with the entire scroll debacle (the piles on the floor say otherwise, but Tav is inclined to believe him anyway). And after a lovely hour has passed and Rolan announces that he must get back to work soon, he's leading her towards the exit with a hand on the small of her back when she announces that she would like to give him one more thing before she goes.
"What is it?" He asks, and her eyes dart down the empty hall before she sinks down to her knees.
Rolan nearly chokes on his saliva.
"Tav- this isn't necessarily a private floor, you know. The staff -"
She looks up at him from where she's settled back on her calves, her hands already coming up to rest on the front of his thighs under his robes, " I haven't seen a single person come through here since I arrived. Plus, I never forgot about returning that favor you did for me."
"Returning it isn't necessary, I wanted to do that. I needed it. But Tav, just because they haven't come up here doesn't mean they won't -"
His words come out rushed. She can hear the anxiety building in his voice about what he wants to say and what he knows he should say. Tav cuts him off again and squeezes the flesh under her palms.
"And I want to do this."
He swallows thickly, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and then he makes a noise that is almost weak, nearly a whimper, and Tav's fingers migrate upwards for the pretty pearl button on his trousers.