In The Eyes of Destiny (D&D 5e Fic One Shots)

Beautiful Music

Short piece written by the ever glorious FireStorm ♡ Edited by me ~

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Baldric steadily plucked the string of his lyre while draped over the armchair in his common room. Ashtai was there, as always, but lounging on the couch with a book, her head resting on her hands.

Smiling to himself, he hit a few more notes before stopping to scribble on the parchment that sat in the chair next to him, ever so slightly looking up at her each time he did.

Chord after chord and bar after bar, his fingers danced over the strings, but without fail he would stop every so often and gaze at her as he wrote. The change in the rhythm was enough to pique Ashtai's interest, especially when she caught his eyes sweeping over her body as he moved the quill.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she closed her book and walked over to him slowly, standing over him as he slouched in his chair. She realised then that he had not been writing music as he pretended to be, put drawing. Drawing her and him deep in the throes of passionate love making, a tail wrapped around the small of her waist and her legs wrapped around his back.

He looked up to her with a smile, "A beautiful song don't you agree?"

Her eyes glowed ever so slightly, "Oh yes."

"But, you know," he drawled, putting his lyre down on the chair to stand up and stretch, "It's not my favourite sound, per se..."

A sly smile crossed her lips and she tilted her head ever so slightly to gaze at him, "And what would your favourite sound be?"

Expecting a usual Baldric response, she was caught off guard by the sudden movements of his hand. He intertwined his fingers into the hair at the back of her head and pulled her to him, placing a long, warm kiss on the side of her neck.

A gasp escaped her lips and turned into a moan as she felt his lips curl into a smile.

"There it is," his breath was warm over her tanned skin, washing over her like a summer rain, making her quiver, "Music to my ears."

"You could hear more if you'd like," she quipped back, her voice right in his ear like a devil on his shoulder.

"I would love nothing more..." he purred, picking her up into his arms.

Her legs found their way around his back as he traced his lips and tongue down her neck and shoulders as his hands ever so voraciously explored the curves of her body. As they allowed themself to succumb to the pleasures of the other, her voice echoed smoothly in his mind.

We do make such beautiful music... 

Even her words in his mind were filled with wanton desire.

I couldn't agree more...