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

Love? (AU)

Last AU of the series for now. I'll update y'all when we see how it actually goes xD

Dedicated to FireStorm ♡ 

CW/TW: Sex

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Drawing a bath for her as she sat on the counter, absentmindedly touching her mark, he let the silence fall over them. Nothing was said after their kiss, and he actually didn't know what to say. He felt like he was back at the stage of their relationship when he couldn't put into words how she made him feel.

When the ceramic tub was full, he picked her up into his arms and sat down slowly, submerging them both.

A quiet moan escaped her as she was enveloped by the warmth, curling into his chest, nuzzling into his neck from under his chin.

He allowed his hands to simply hold her against him. His bed had been cold for over half a year, his arms empty. And here they were once again, like no time had passed at all.

He wanted to be mad at her, he wanted to scream in furious rage. But from the moment she moaned his name the night before, he knew he couldn't be. She was still his lover, still his friend. Time wouldn't change that.

"Baldric...?" she said quietly, sitting back to look at him in the candlelit darkness.

"Yes, Little One?"

She turned to face him, straddling him in the water. She had something to say, and she needed to say it to his face, not hiding in his chest.

"I feel... so ashamed, that I..."

He wiped the tears that began falling from her eyes with his thumbs, kissing her gently to show her he was still there and listening.

"That I showed my worst side to the best thing that ever happened to me, and..."

His words were stuck in his throat. 

The best thing?

"And... I'm sorry..."

For the first time since he had returned, he felt her walls crumble in her mind and he was met with the visions of her sorrow and her rage. The memories of their shared passions from before they ever knew what to call what they had. And the low buzz of a need that was ever at the surface of her brain.

"Ashtai..." he whispered, wiping her tears again, calming her as best he could, he waited for her to look at him.

After her sobs quieted down, he reached over to hold her face in one of his hands, the other arm wrapping around her body to pick her up and step out of the still warm water. Her legs fell into place around his waist, and she leaned into his hand.

"Yes, Reja?"

He walked back into her room, and over to the mess they had left in the bed.

"I always want you to remember something..." he continued, slowly dropping to his knees as she was firmly situated on the silken sheets, him kneeling in between her thighs.

"What?"

"My love isn't fragile..."

And like magnets, they were drawn together again, his lips brushing against hers gently. She leaned into it happily, unable to stop herself from tugging at his bottom lip earnestly. He moaned softly; it felt good to know she was just as hungry for him as he was.

Ashtai's arms wrapped around his neck and she twirled her fingers into his locks. She knew her way around his body, just as he knew his way around hers.

Like breathing - it came to them naturally.

Slowly pushing her to the bed beneath him, he admired the beauty of her. Her dark skin, flushed with the warmth of the water and with the heat of his body. Bruises spread over her skin like a treasure map of his claim. She was not hiding herself from him now. He could see into her beautiful head, the love and adoration she felt for him, almost tangible as it washed over him through her gaze.

He had no intentions of never feeling this again. He had no intentions of letting her escape from his love.

"I don't want to escape," she said softly, admiring the view of the man between her legs, "I just..."

"You just what, Little One?"

She reached up to touch his lower stomach, tracing her fingers dangerously close to his arousal. He took a deep breath, as her fingers danced over the length of his shaft.

"I just want to be sure that I never have to worry about losing you... Ever again..."

A few thoughts raced through his mind, one in particular that made her blush deeply.

"I promise," he said, leaning over to steady himself above her, using his free hand to push her all the way back down again, "After tonight, I don't think you'll ever need to feel that way..."

He grabbed hold of one of her hips, and pressed the head of his manhood against her, teasing her slowly with each movement.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, the same thought flitting through his mind that previously had made her blush.

"Yes..." she whimpered, "Yes, it is..."

"All you had to do was ask," he said quietly, hissing gently as he slid into her once more, watching her body bend to take him, "I will never tell you no..."

And like that, she allowed herself to be swept away by him. The woman reached her hands up to cling into his shoulders, tracing them up to his neck and into his white hair. In the moment their eyes met, it was once again like no time had passed; They had simply started back up where they left off.

Each thrust caused her nails to sink into his skin, filling him with a pleasure he couldn't quite shake. Each gentle whisper of pleasure that left her only made him want her more. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible, commit to memory the way her body clung to his.

Taking her hands from around his neck, he held them above her head as he placed his forehead to hers, their fingers intertwined.

"Little One..." he said softly.

Her lashes fluttered at each thrust as she tried her best to look at him, "Yes, Lovely?"

"Don't ever leave me again, I don't think my heart could take it..."

She lifted her head to kiss him gently before saying, "I don't ever want to do that again... If this is what we want, if this is what we're committing to, no more running away - for either of us."

Her words were sweet, and he closed his eyes once more, still resting his head to hers, her hips moving in sync with his as he held tight to her. He knew it wouldn't be long before he couldn't hold himself back anymore. Before he couldn't control himself until she saw every emotion and every pleasure he could give her in this moment.

And like she read his mind, she moaned quietly, "Then show me..."

His eyes fluttered open, gazing into hers as if searching for the okay.

"Show me how you want to please me..."

He gave a devilish grin as she squeezed his hands in hers, "Make me say your name just the way you like it..."

And with those words, hee let his inhibitions loose and soon he was lost in the whirlwind of their moans. A mess of legs and arms and kisses. More bruises spread over her sweet skin from where he marked her, his back almost bleeding from the fingers that now clung to him.

He couldn't remember a time before where she ever felt so good.

"I want you to cum for me, sweetie," he breathed into her ear as he finished leaving another bruise on her shoulder, the words dripping with need, "Cum for me, so I can give you exactly what you like."

And without any argument, she allowed the wonderful pleasures of her lover overtake her, and he did the same.

Their joint climax took her breath away, and the shuddering and shivering of their two bodies made him whisper her name.

A sound that she loved to hear.