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Her Smile (Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction)

It's official - half of my fanfics are now Baldur's Gate 3. The tadpole infection is very real.

Today I'm bringing you the one in which my drow bard meets Karlach for the first time and becomes a total simp.

Ship: Tav/Karlach, mentions of Tav's past relationship with another Original female character.

WC: 3,110

Warnings: Mentions of a past open relationship with an age difference

You can also read on AO3 (where you'll find the rest of the series)

The sound of coursing water becomes louder and louder, the air more humid with every step. Indeed, the Chionthar greets them as they come out of the natural tunnel. Kyraene, who is leading the march, turns around and smugly cocks one of her eyebrows.

“What'd I tell ya?”

Alayne forces a smile and tries her best not to roll her eyes. Thank the gods she didn't accept the bet. Not that she has much gold to offer anyway. The four of them have been camping and traveling together for days and share everything religiously – the food, the gold, any interesting items they find.

“For someone who claims not to remember anything about her life, you surely know your way around here,” Shadowheart remarks, moving some bushes out of her way.

“I have a good sense of direction, especially in environments like this one,” Kyraene replies. “You don't need memory for that. Only a good understanding of nature and sharp perception skills.”

“You sound like the druids of the Emerald Grove.”

They continue trudging along the rocky banks. The conversation goes on as well, but Alayne doesn't pay attention, too concentrated on where to tread. She fears the muddy soil will make her slip and fall into the river, or tripping over stones and roots. Unlike Kyraene, she's never experienced much of the holy connection with the wilderness other people talk about. Wildlife and vegetation in the Underdark are known for being rather perilous, and she has spent all her life in the city since she left.

And she misses it. Even in her hardest times, when she had no home and struggled to survive on the streets, life was easier. There was always a temple where she could find shelter for the night and a warm meal. A charitable soul who would toss her a coin in return for a song. An abandoned building where she could hide and wait for the storm to pass. Or perhaps time has distorted her vision and romanticized the past. It was long ago, after all.

In any case, she muses, Baldur's Gate wasn't as full of hazards as the Risen Road is. If you kept to yourself and knew the places and people to steer clear from, you had nothing to worry about. The worst thing that could happen to you was getting robbed, which was easy enough to avoid if you watched out. In these treacherous woods, you can never be sure if you're going to run into a hungry predator, a horde of goblins or a poisonous plant. She's grateful to be travelling with Shadowheart, who can use healing magic if any of that happens, otherwise they would have all died in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles away from the nearest house of healing. And that's without taking into account other unforseen circumstances like inclement weather or difficult terrain.

Speaking of which, a glimpse of something red on the other side of the river catches her eye. She turns her head towards it, making sure it wasn't just imagination. A column of fire lurches between the trees.

“What in Oghma's name is that?” she exclaims.

All her companions stop their march and follow her gaze. Alayne has heard of elementals and myrmidons, but what she sees doesn't look like one of those. Only when the flames lose intensity does she realize that there is a person writhing beneath them. Their grunts can be heard from the distance.

Whoever that is, they must be in danger. Ignoring the calls of her traveling partners behind her, Alayne separates from the group and crosses to the opposite shore, getting wet up to the middle of her thighs. The current makes it difficult for her to advance, but she perseveres.

“Are you alright?” she asks the stranger, projecting her voice so that it can be heard above the water.

“Don't come any closer!” the burning silhouette yells.

It's a woman. Her voice is deep and has a slight growl to it. She sounds terrified, but not hostile. Without thinking, Alayne pulls out her flask and pours some water over her to extinguish the blaze. The other collapses on a rock, panting.

“That felt good!” she mutters in relief. “Thanks, soldier!”

Even sitting down she's about as tall as Alayne and her arms are thick with muscle. Clad in leather, tattoos and scars cover her red skin. Two horns – one of them broken, the other one curled – grow from her forehead and a ridged tail flaps behind her. A tiefling.

Her orange, cat-like eyes focus on Alayne. Recognition sparkles in them.

“Fuck, it's you! From the nautiloid!” the tiefling exclaims.

“I... don't remember seeing you there,” Alayne responds.

“It's quite the story. I was-”

The sentence is cut short, ending abruptly with a groan as the stranger squeezes her eyes shut, holding her forehead. Alayne feels her tadpole squirming as scorching heat invades her. The forest around her fades away, replaced by a red sky on a rocky wasteland. Hordes of demons charge her. Her arm, which is not her own, lifts a battle ax and slices through them. Firey explosions deafen her. The stink of sulphur and blood fills the air.

Avernus. The Blood War. This woman was in the frontline.

“What just happened?!” the woman asks, taking a step back.

Before Alayne can answer, Kyraene pushes her aside, her bow ready to shoot.

“Stay back, Alayne,” the archer tells her. “Get ready to die, devil.”

“Hey! Relax, mate,” the warrior holds her palms up.

“What are you doing?” Alayne places a hand on Kyraene's shoulder, trying to stop her.

“One curled horn. She's the one Wyll told us about.”

Without giving it any thought, Alayne steps between the alleged devil and the arrow. Kyraene grunts.

“Move over!”

“You're wrong!” Alayne insists. “She's no devil. She's just a tiefling, like the ones in the grove.”

“It's true,” the tiefling confirms.

“Then what the fuck was she doing in the Blood War?”

“Look, I can explain. Long story short, some motherfucker I used to trust sold me to the Archdevil Zariel. She forced me to fight for her in the Blood War and I did what I could to escape. If it weren't for the nautiloid, I'd still be a prisoner in the literal hells. I'm not a threat to anyone, I swear. I just wanna go home.”

The bow trembles in Kyraene's hand. She's hesitating.

“How do I know you're telling the truth?”

“Do the thing with the brain worms, I don't know!” the stranger waves her arms. Little flames travel through her hair and between her fingers.

Alayne watches Kyraene rolling her eyes and concentrating. Then she feels a familiar tingle in her head as more images cascade in. She senses the woman's desperation as her eyes look around for an exit, screeching demons coming at her from every flank. A buzzing noise fills her ears, her whole body running feverishly hot, her chest tightening with pain. Finally, Kyraene snorts and lowers her weapon.

“Fine. We'll leave her alone if she leaves everyone else alone. Let's keep going.”

“Wait!” the warrior calls before they turn away from her. She looks at Alayne. “That guy you mentioned before – does he happen to be a paladin of sorts?”

“Wyll?” Kyraene responds before she does. “Don't think so. Has the attitude, though. Why?”

Relief written all over her red face, those orange eyes move from one member of the group to the other.

“You guys seem like a force to be reckoned with,” she says. “Would you mind helping me kill some evil bastards?”

“Killing sounds like fun, but we have quite a lot of stuff to do right now,” Kyraene folds her arms. “Good luck with that, though.”

“Wait, Kyraene,” Alayne grabs her forearm to stop her. “Let's hear what she has to say, alright?”

The archer nods towards the tiefling, who gives Alayne a thankful smile before speaking.

“See that tollhouse?” she points to a building atop a hill on the other side of the river. “There's this group of fake paladins. They ambushed me there pretty bad. Zariel's goons, sent to drag me back to Avernus. Can't have gone too far after the scorch I gave 'em.”

“Hmm, hell's envoys?” Gale considers. “That does sound like a menace to the coast.”

“Well, not our problem,” Kyraene retorts with a shrug.

“Not asking you to do that for free, of course!” the tiefling defends herself. “I was suggesting we team up. I could join you guys. I'm rather good at killing, as you could see.”

“I like her,” Shadowheart intervenes. “She looks like she could throw me over her shoulder and carry me to safety – should the need arise.”

All eyes are on Kyraene. She sighs in annoyance, but gives in.

“Alright, then. The people have spoken. But if she and Wyll kill each other back at camp, don't blame it on me.”

“Fuck yes!” the new addition to the group exclaims enthusiastically. “I'm Karlach, by the way. Thanks a lot, soldier! You won't regret it.”

“Yeah, don't mention it. You get a pass because you're hot – in every sense of the word,” Kyraene adds with one of her cheeky grins. “Let's go.”

Alayne breathes out in relief as they all start moving. It's a miracle their self-appointed leader doesn't get them in trouble more often. Kyraene may be good at surviving in the wilderness and fighting, but dealing with people is not her forte. A gust of warmth approaches her as Karlach catches up with her.

“Hey, soldier,” she calls. “Thanks a lot for sticking out your neck for me before like that. I'd give you a hug, but...” she shows her firey palms.

“No need to thank me,” Alayne replies. “You can call me Alayne, by the way. I'm no soldier.”

“Aren't we all, in our own way? Cute name, though! Unusual.”

“I get that a lot. Most people in the Underdark weren't sure how to spell it. I think it's more common among humans, but I have yet to meet another Alayne. Of any race.”

“Ah, I see. Are you a half-drow, then?”

“Nope. But I know there's human blood somewhere in my family tree. You have human ancestry too, don't you?”

“Not that I'm aware of. My folks died when I was very young and I never met my grandparents, so I wouldn't know. Why'd you think so?”

Her cheeks getting hot with flush, Alayne toys with the rim of her shirt. Hopefully she hasn't said anything wrong.

“Your eyes,” she explains. “Your scleras are white, like my mentor's. She was a tiefling too, but her father was human. She told me most of you guys had black scleras.”

“Hmm, could be, now that you mention. So you already have experience with my people, huh? Explains a lot.”

“Yeah. Well, we've all met a bunch of refugees from Elturel back at the Emerald Grove. Even so, many people around here can't distinguish one from a devil.”

Unconsciously, her gaze travels to Kyraene. The archer walks a few steps ahead of the group, studying the surroundings. Karlach stifles a chuckle.

“Sad but true. Is she always that intense, by the way? Your leader, I mean.”

“She can be a handful. But she's useful to have around.”

“Makes a better friend than enemy?”

“Guess you could say that.”

They both giggle at the same time, making the others turn around and glance at them inquisitively. Alayne can't help but notice Karlach's smile. The tiefling is more than a head taller than her and pure muscle. The uneven haircut, close-cropped around the ears, makes her look like a member of a dangerous gang. Her face, however, is kind and child-like. When her full lips curl up, they really bring out her high cheekbones, and there's something friendly and honest in those eyes, enhanced by kohl. A familiar feeling settles in the pit of Alayne's stomach.

Oghma help her. That must be the most beautiful woman she has ever met.

Immediately, her mind is transported back many years, to a particularly cold night in Baldur's Gate. Hunched and embracing herself, Alayne was looking for a refuge. She was starving and kept glancing up at the pale sky, praying for the snowflakes to stop falling. Would she really be so unlucky? From what she'd heard, it very rarely snowed on the Sword Coast.

After what felt like hours wandering, her body about to give in to exhaustion, she finally came across a half-open window. Being a tiny, underfed drow, she was sure she could sneak through it and find a corner to curl herself into a ball in, at least until the budding storm cleared. So she slid the straps of the lute she was carrying on her back down her shoulders and climbed up the sill.

For once, she thanked the gods for being a drow and having the ability to see in the dark. The house she had entered was rather chaotic. Pieces of paper with doodles and scribbled notes on them were scattered all over – on the floor, the desk by the window, the couch. When her eyes reached the table in the middle, she had to hold her grumbling stomach. The plate of half-eaten fruit attracted her like a siren's call. Surely whoever lived in there wouldn't miss those leftovers. So she tiptoed across the room and reached for what was left of an apple.

It tasted like an absolute delicacy to her.

Still hungry, she plucked the few remaining grapes from the bunch, devoured the banana – the only piece that was not halfway eaten, although a bit blackened – and the slice of bread, not caring that it had already been bitten. A part of her mind told her it was time to leave now that her belly was full, but the sight of the snow pouring down on the outside made her shake her head to herself.

Moving as stealthily as she could, she explored the rest of the house. It was small and modest, with only the most basic furniture, and whoever lived there didn't care much for tidiness. One room, however, stood out. Alayne had to hold back an exclamation of surprise at the sight of several musical instruments hanging from the walls and resting on top of the shelves, like some sort of museum. Unlike the sitting room on the opposite end of the corridor and lavatory, this place was squeaky clean and orderly. An open songbook lay on a wooden lectern in the middle. Yet the one thing that drew Alayne's attention the most was a violin decorated with elven script in gold on the lower bout, its scroll shaped like a leaf.

A dark thought crossed her mind. Until now, she had survived in an honest way, without stealing anything but food in cases of extreme need. Seeing that jewel here made her want to take it. She couldn't play it herself, but she could definitely sell it for a pretty copper. Could probably afford food and a bed somewhere for a few months. Maybe even more than that. Holding her breath, she took a step closer to it, stretched out her arm...

“Oh, no, I don't think so,” a female voice behind her startled her.

The first thing she saw as she turned around was a crossbow pointed directly at her. Its owner was holding it on one hand and an oil lamp in the other. Frozen in panic, Alayne cough, trying to find an excuse as her eyes darted in every direction, looking for an exit.

“You can leave the way you came through right now or I can tie you up until I can find a Flaming Fist to settle this,” the woman was tall and imposing, her tone clear and strong. “One wrong move and I'll shoot you.”

“I'm so sorry!” Alayne pled, lifting her arms. “I didn't mean to, I was just cold and hungry, and-”

She trailed off when she noticed the woman's red, cat-like eyes on her lute, which she was holding in her hand. She pointed at it with her crossbow. For a second, Alayne feared that she would shoot an arrow at her instrument for the sake of revenge, but then the stranger's expression softened.

“By Oghma's cock! Are you a musician, too?”

Caught by surprise, all Alayne could do was nod her head awkwardly. The towering lady smiled, revealing her sharp fangs.

“You're so young!” she chuckled. “And a drow. Your kind are not often seen around here.”

Alayne blinked. The owner of the house didn't look ordinary either. With her pointed ears and her pinkish-orange skin, she had mistaken her for an elf, but that was before noticing the two curled horns sticking out of her forehead, surrounded by dark, wavy hair. Finally, she put the crossbow down on the chest of drawers next to her and held out her hand.

“I'm Nymrak,” she introduced herself. “How about a warm bath? You can sleep in the couch, at least for tonight. I'll find you a blanket.”

On that night, Nymrak became her savior. Later she would become her teacher, her friend and, years later, her lover. Her smile is what Alayne remembers the most about her. Not only the kind, almost motherly one she offered her when she welcomed her into her home, but also the proud grin of approval she would flash her whenever she performed in front of a crowd, giving her encouragement. The way her face would light up when she heard a particularly beautiful piece of music, her foot tapping distractedly to the rhythm. The seductive smirk on her cherry red lips before making love.

Now, looking at Karlach, hearing her enthuse about how happy she is to be out of the hells and on the way home, Alayne can't help but be reminded of Nymrak and her heart stirs. When she beams, Karlach could easily be a younger version of her mentor. Even their names sound similar. It's been a couple of years since their relationship ended – it was closer to a very deep friendship that sometimes became physical, always allowing space for them both to explore and get to know other people – but they've remained good friends, often exchanging letters or seeing each other when Nymrak's touring schedule allows it. Surely Alayne has had flings with other fellow bards, tavern wenches and lovely ladies who have approached her after a performance, but she hasn't experienced that connection and mutual attraction with any of them.

She wonders if Karlach might be the exception she has been longing for.

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I would 100% let Karlach grab my tits. She could use them as her personal stress balls if she wanted to, stick her face in them, I don’t give a fuck. She’s my ideal woman, I’m such a fucking lesbian oh my god

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A Moment In Your Lips (Chapter 21 - Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction)

It's Thursday (which I don't like), so I'm going to treat myself and you all to a DOUBLE UPDATE! First of all, let's see how Lae'zel deals with... well, what happened last time.

WC: 984 words

Ship: Shadowzel

No warnings

You can also read on AO3.

Enjoy!

The next day, when healing time comes, it's only Jaheira instead of Shadowheart.

Lae'zel doesn't ask questions, but she can't help but feel disappointed. She could have at least given her a chance to clear things up. Why does she keep purposefully misinterpreting everything she says? This is exactly why she didn't want her to know about the sword and her conversation with Voss. She was certain she would cause a lot of unnecessary drama, as indeed she did.

Do you want me to believe that you would choose me over your people?

Would she, actually? The Astral Sea is her home. Freeing her people from Vlaakith's tyranny is her mission. Yet there is so much more to learn from this plane. Her experiences, her conversations with the others – especially with Gale – have shown her how beauty can be found in the strangest of places. The idea of discovering more is immensely appealing to her. Not to mention that she never thought she could connect with other people like she has with her traveling companions. She used to look down on affection; now she revels in it. She yearns for it. Going back would mean giving up on all of that.

Then again, staying in Toril would mean giving up on her goals. Her dreams.

She could take Shadowheart with herself. She's a great ghustil and her combat magic seems to grow more powerful every day. No doubt she'd be a valuable asset, culture clashes aside. But would Shadowheart accept that? She wouldn't be happy there, trying to adapt to an environment so different from everything she has ever known. Neither would she want to tear her away from the family she has been reunited with. She hasn't even had time to enjoy them.

Chk. What good is thinking about that now, anyway? Shadowheart left her hanging. For the first night since they were attacked by the Bhaalists, they didn't share the bed. They've probably broken off their bond in her mind.

“Your turn,” Astarion brings her back to reality.

Lae'zel looks at the cards in her hand again, but their numbers and illustrations make no sense to her. What was she supposed to do? That game has too many rules for her taste. In the end, she chooses two that look similar – she vaguely recalls that was something good – and places them on the cover of the bed between her and Astarion. The vampire scoffs.

“Watch this and cry, darling,” he shows his cards with a flip of the wrist. “I win again.”

“Good for you.”

He stares at her with a cocked eyebrow as he picks up the cards and shuffles them with skilful fingers.

“Do you want to play again?” he asks. “I'm under the impression that you're not particularly enthusiastic about this game.”

“I have other things on my mind,” she admits.

“I see. Shall I assume most of them are related to a certain silver-haired cleric whose family name is not Thorm?”

“How do you know?”

“Everyone who was around last evening heard your argument, and anyone who wasn't has heard about it because, well, people in this room talk. Enlighten me – what's the trouble in Paradise this time?”

Damn istik and their absurd curiosity about things that are none of their concern. Damn istik and their metaphoric language. At least this one was easy to decipher.

“Shadowheart is angry because I did not tell her about the silver sword kith'rak Voss gifted me. She regards it as a sign that I intend to break our bond in the future.”

“Oh, yes, she did mention something about it back in the day,” Astarion replies, more to himself than to her. “I should probably start charging you both for the relationship advice. And? What is it you are planning to do?”

“I am not planning anything. We have not-”

“Yes, yes, you haven't found a way to liberate Orpheus yet. I know. But let's play pretend for a moment, shall we? Suppose you have entered the prism, saved your prince, defeated the Absolute and survived. What do you want to do?”

“I do not know,” Lae'zel sighs, letting her back hit the pillow and her head hang. “I always thought I would ascend, but now that I know it is a lie, I must show my kin the truth.”

“You said you must, not that you want to.”

“Orpheus is my freedom. All of my people's freedom.”

“Yes, alright, but how does Shadowheart fit in the picture?”

“I want her by my side.”

She marvels at how firm those words sound. A knowing half-grin appears on Astarion's pale face.

“There you have it. Now you just need to let her know.”

“I believe she does not want to speak to me. And even when I try to, she does not listen.”

“She will come back to her senses. I know she can be stubborn and dramatic, but as soon as she cools down, she'll be trying to make amends. It's not unlike her to fly off the handle for the most preposterous of reasons to deflect from how vulnerable and scared she feels about something entirely different.”

“Tsk'va! You are most likely correct.”

“Of course I am. And for what is worth, I'm positive that she's not angry with you. She is simply as in love with you as you are with her.”

Is she in love with Shadowheart? Is that what this feeling is? Lae'zel had heard of the notion, but she never thought it could apply to her.

It is terrifying. She can't blame Shadowheart.

“And you'll figure out what to do when the time comes,” Astarion continues. “For now, surviving the city's demise is enough material to worry about.”

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Ok - two chapters for Minthara/Muira coming soon. That will be the end of their story unless I plan to do one off specials or something like that.

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Karlach/Lae'zel: NSFW Alphabet Meme following the idea from @linka-from-captain-planet

(A to Z prompts answered for each of them)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

There is not a moment that Karlach does not want to touch. After sex is as great a time as any to curl up with Lae’zel and hold her close to her chest. If Lae needs a little space she’ll sprawl out next to her and wrap her tail possessively around Lae’s thigh. Lae’zel on the other hand is not in need of aftercare almost ever - but she does praise Karlach profusely when she takes her well. She is dutiful in looking after her lover's needs. She even lets Karlach curl up and gives her little braids while she rests.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

She used to be a boobs woman but being with Lae (for obvious reasons) has made her way more into hands, she’s also taken to rubbing her hands along Lae’zel’s back. She’s obsessed with the ridges she has there. Lae’zel is an ass and tail lover - when she has Karlach in her favorite position (on her hands and knees) sometimes she just rides her ass to get off.

C = Climax (anything to do with climax, basically) I changed it ;)

Karlach is a loud lover - she likes to moan and scream her way to her climax which used to make Lae’zel confused. Now, they make a game of how quiet she can be and if she’s very good Lae will let her vocalize as much as she wants when they’re alone. Lae’zel always lets K go first, then follows up with her own needs. She won’t end it until she’s climaxed at least twice. If they’re in a rush read B ;)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Karlach likes to watch Lae’zel argue with Shadowheart. She doesn’t see it as flirting but Lae showing her genuine disgust, which to her is very hot. Lae’zel enjoys fucking Karlach within eyesight and earshot of everyone, she has conquered the best among them and wants everyone to remember it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, both are excited to please each other but they are not as experienced since they are not very old. Karlach is the least experienced and is constantly being put into new positions and situations by Lae’zel who while not experienced is very studied.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Karlach’s guilty pleasure is Lae picking her up sometimes. The first time she was so shocked but after she realized she could do it easily it is on her mind a lot. She returns the favor of course. Lae’zel likes to be serviced and in charge so her favorite is sitting on Karlach’s face where she can use her face like her personal toy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Karlach is sweet but by no means goofy in bed, she’s trying to get fucked as much as possible. That is serious business. Lae’zel would never, idk why you asked.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Karlach doesn’t bother with shaving, she let’s Lae have her like she is. Lae’zel shaves what little hair she has for efficiency, that’s it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Karlach makes love, encourages, wines and dines all of that. She wants Lae’zel to feel all of her all of the time and brings it into every moment they have together. Her favorite is caressing her face and holding onto her back as she is being fucked. She tells Lae how beautiful she is throughout. Lae is doing her best. She rewards Karlach with affection whenever she can but is not a romantic, at least not in the traditional sense. She does try to tell Karlach during how amazing she is though.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Karlach used to masturbate a lot in the hells, but now whenever she starts Lae’zel is there to help her finish. She doesn’t want Karlach to have a moment of need that goes unanswered. She sees it as her duty to satisfy her lover. Because of that she barely masturbates unless she thinks Karlach will see it and take over.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

In the heat of battle is easily a Lae’zel kink, she wants to be at the precipice of glory, turn to Karlach and fuck her right there. The thought alone gets her wet most nights. Karlach wants Lae’zel to lose control and is very into blindfolds these days. She is into overstimulating her wound up lover as much as possible.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Beds are something Karlach is very into now that she’s not in the hells. She likes the idea of plush around her as she takes all Lae’zel can give her. Lae’zel does not care, never will care, she will have sex with Karlach where she pleases.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Powerful, strong, warriors are all it takes to get Lae’zel started. There was a long time where Karlach couldn’t really think about those type of things but now that she can she’s found herself attracted to passionate and motivated people. She sometimes is in awe of everything around her and needs a reminder to get things done.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

After her time in captivity Karlach is not into knife play or being excessively bound. It makes her think of not great times. Well, horrible times. Lae’zel is open to most things but with Karlach she doesn’t like too much degrading as she thinks too fondly of her to be seen as weak.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She’s overly excited so Karlach might not be the BEST at giving head but it still gets the job done. The forked tongue does wonders as well. She prefers to give more but would never close her legs to Lae’zel’s advances(who would?). Lae’zel is amazing at giving head, she is focused and powerful with every motion - being pressed between Karlach’s legs brings her so much joy, but leading her head while Karlach is eating her out …. That is also at the top of her list. She’s 50/50 on this one.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

There is only the pace of making sure her lover climaxes, multiple times. Lae’zel will switch it up to make sure she is giving Karlach exactly what she wants. Karlach is still very very sensitive from being touch starved for so long that she always starts slow and sensual. There are body parts to rub, full skin contact to make, kisses to leave. When she’s on top she is so transfixed on Lae under her that she slowly starts to speed up until she is slamming into her and telling her how great of a job she’s doing.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

After years of none she asks for quickies multiple times a day. She cannot be sated - any shady spot, abandoned building, open field she is ready to be fucked and to fuck. Sometimes she makes Lae wear easy access pants just so she can sink her fingers in quickly. Lae’zel is surprisingly less ready to go than Karlach but still very ready. She needs to satisfy her lovers wants, so she rarely says no unless she thinks it will harm them (there’s a trap nearby or something).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Both of them are willing to experiment as long as adding people isn’t involved since Lae'zel is super not into that. As far as risks… they don’t think so. Having sex so others can see isn’t risky if you don’t care what they think.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

The warrior babes can go a lot of rounds but Karlach is always the first to tap out since she climaxes easier. Don’t worry give her a quick rest and she is ready for the next round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

They both own straps. Karlach is really into the blindfold and Lae'zel has tried cold stones over Karlach's tail to add to her pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

They’re both not super into teasing, they’re into having sex. Karlach doesn’t need anymore teasing in her life and Lae’zel thinks it is stupid.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

As above Karlach is very loud when she is climaxing but gives growling orders/praise when she is in control of Lae. She likes to hold her down sometimes and whisper in her ear all of the praise she can. On the other hand Lae’zel is quiet but praises afterwards or encourages Karlach when she is taking a bigger strap/more fingers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

They purposefully get Karlach as hot as possible until she is almost burning Lae’zel to have some of their longer sessions. Lae’zel sees it as training and Karlach finally gets to give her aftercare.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lae’zel is toned and lean, Karlach has so much muscle and curves that it should be a crime. Specifically that ass.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This couple is different because it is in fact high. Karlach has time to make up for and Lae’zel is down for the ride. They become more sensual as time goes on but with short lives comes high desire.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The teddy bear herself is asleep so quickly that Lae’zel is often still talking to her. Lae’zel takes care of everything around the camp and then goes to sleep after. She has to protect Karlach even if she knows she can protect herself.

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Fluff: A Baldur's Gate 3 Rec List

This week, we have Fluff Fics!  Check under the cut for 12 fics that include a lot of soft love and gentle comfort, and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

Baldur's Fairytales by CobaltCactus (2899,Teen) Warnings: Nothing triggering in here! Pairings: Lae'zel/Shadowheart

A short shadowzel fic inspired by old fairytales and such.

Reccer says: PLEASE WHAT ISNT THERE TO LIKE ABOUT IT. ITS ADORABLE I LOVE IT AND IT MADE ME TEAR UP 😭. Anyways, it reads like it was actually written years ago as a precautionary tale without the precautions. It's so fucking sweet and I JUST CANNTTT UGHHHHHHHGG

Covert Kindnesses by brewstersbru (1938,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin

In which Astarion is secretly nice and Halsin is exceedingly (annoyingly) observant.

Reccer says: I'm a sucker for Astarion pretending to be a jerk while also secretly being incredibly kind

Halving the Grief by Ineffable_Hannigram (2035,General) Warnings: Themes of grief and healing Pairings: Astarion & Arebella, Astarion/Halsin

Arebella seeks comfort in an unlikely candidate.

Reccer says: It's just very soft and sweet

Cat Burglars by AbigailMoment (5007,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Tav, Tav/Halsin

Astarion and Staeve get polymorphed into cats. Now Halsin has to make sure they don't get themselves killed

Reccer says: Now there's literal fluff! But also just lots of sweet tender care in the form of cats and their druid

Glad Tidings by partingxshot (25638,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Wyll (Baldur's Gate)

A choose your own adventure fic staring... Ulder Ravengard?! Astarion is his son-in-law to be - he hates this, can the miracle of midwinter solve the family strife?!

Reccer says: its fucking hilarious and you can mock Ulder mercilessly via bad decisions. ALSO THE FESTIVE HAT.

It's the world that falls away from me by Whumper (381,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin

Halsin's blood is so yummy that Astarion basically goes into subspace lol

Reccer says: So very soft and light and good

Owlbear Vignettes by BlackjackKent (2062,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Buddy the owlbear cub, and his adventures in camp with his new family.

Reccer says: Pure, unadulterated FLUFF of the highest quality

Gentle Hands by onlymine139 (7415,Explicit) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin/Tav

Astarion returns to camp after a long day in Baldur's Gate and Tavara is nowhere to be found. He finds her and Halsin together relaxing by the river and has to decide whether or not he should tell them how he feels.

Reccer says: A good blend of fluff and smut, very sweet with lots of soft moments.

Bouquet of the Frontiers by Tavylia_Sin (5796,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Wyll & Friends

Wyll tries to spend the tiefling party off on his own. His friends decide they would much rather adorn him in flowers and affirmations instead.

Reccer says: Very sweet. The found family vibes are impeccable

A Sweet Escapade by QueenOfCats135 (4484,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Mattis needs to find a way to celebrate Silfy's birthday. Hijinks ensue.

Reccer says: Just a fun little romp with a bunch of sticky fingered kids

Kvitravn by Mellybaggins (3120,Teen) Warnings: Injury Pairings: Gale/Tav

When Laileth is injured in a fight, Gale takes it upon himself to teach her some protective magic, to mixed results. In the process, the two friends find out their relationship could become something more.

Reccer says: It's sweet and playful and fun to read.

Dancing in The Dark by justmightyshadows (703,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Karlach/Lae'zel, Shadowheart/Karlach, Shadowheart/Halsin

Karlach returns from the hells and notices that feelings might still be lingering from a past relationship.

Reccer says: I liked it!

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Next week, we’ll be back with Character Study Fics!

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Minthara/Florrick post of the day: NSFW Alphabet Meme

(A to Z prompts answered for each of them, and/or them as a ship)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Maybe it was the astral prism making her feel safer and more herself than she had in months, but also maybe Minthara is just a cuddlemuffin and always wants snuggles after sitting on a face. She doesn't necessarily do 'aftercare' like as an intentional act, but she's there, she's steady, she's cuddly… what more can you want. Florrick isn't terribly romantic with it, but she likes showing appreciation and affection after sex with some general caretaking, like offering food/water and massage.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

As has been well-established in my fics, Minthara is an ass/legs/thighs woman. That's where da good meat is and she's a carnivore, baby! Florrick likes Minthara's big, tough, callused hands and her muscles in general. Minthara has a washboard stomach and Florrick has used it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Honestly I'm not a cum guy so idek what to say about this. Spitters are quitters?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The whole semi-public banging at or adjacent to work and while more or less on the clock and definitely on public property thing… it's more of Florrick's dirty secret, as Minthara doesn't give a rat's ass. And for Florrick, it's really only about the whole risk of what a public indecency charge would do to her reputation, not about banging Minthara specifically.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Both, very experienced! Due to the fact of simply being 100+ years older, and also being more adventurous (read: drow are weird) Minthara has had more partners and a wider variety of experiences. But Florrick has more than her share of notches on the bedpost and saucy diary entries.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Minthara will sit on a face or have her face sat upon any day of the week. Florrick likes a prone bone (on the bottom of course).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Neither of these women have ever been intentionally goofy a second in their lives, let alone while fucking. They may chuckle, tease, and play a bit here or there, but they're in it to win it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

One thing I'm randomly a stickler about is that neither of them have significant body hair due to being elves even though this is deeply not my preference IRL and actively bums me out. Idk why THIS is the canon hill my brain chose to die on, but it is what it is. I think that, despite otherwise appreciating and respecting nature, Florrick would shave her underarms and legs for fashion reasons or just kind of for fun ("everything shower" kind of gal, she could spend 2 hours in the bath just looking for stuff to scrub, groom, or primp). Minthara could go either way for me. Neither of them would shave/wax pubic hair; they'd probably switch between naturale or trim just on a whim.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Weird :/ they're not on the same page and it's like, if they talk about it, it'll break the fragile thing they have going on. Both being touchy-feely despite emotional hangups, they find it much easier to interface in a romantic fashion during sex than during, say, a conversation.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Minthara masturbates often (sometimes even choosing it over taking a lover, which she could easily obtain on demand in Menzoberranzan) as a means of self-care and blowing off steam; she's a candles, toys, bubble bath 'treat yo self' kind of gal. Florrick gives very 'reactive desire' and doesn't as often feel the urge to masturbate; when she does, she's really just trying to scratch the itch, so it's not as much of an ~experience~ for her.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I've been seeing a lot of posts about Miss Congeniality recently and I'm like oh Florrick would LOVE that film. She'd love dressing Minthara up in her lingerie or revealing dresses, especially because her muscles would be like BUSTING out of them. Lingerie + muscles... right up her alley. For some reason, I can't really think of anything specific for Minthara. Like yes she's dommy in general but what KINK? More contemplation needed.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Aside from the obvious bed, being that they're noble ladies: Minthara's a classic table/counter type of gal. Florrick loves banging outside, specifically against trees (fond mems of her formative years in the forest) or just generally in patches of sunlight.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

They're both attracted to challenging, successful, interesting people. That's what keeps their affair going in the initial stages, before they bother to like each other.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Neither of them will accept any sort of degradation play (name-calling, spanking, humiliation, excessive teasing). Knives/blood are a new 'no' for Minthara, but Florrick is definitely not a freak like that, so it'd never come up. Florrick is turned off by possessive words or actions e.g. "your pussy is mine" or leaving marks; this law was laid down the first time they ever banged. Over time, she lets Minthara leave marks, but only because Minthara can heal them. She would not be caught dead with a hickey in broad daylight.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I've been over this but both of them EAT IT. Minthara leans a bit toward receiving though; it can be a very worshipful act, and feeds her ego/superiority kink. Florrick somewhat prefers to give oral vs receiving; she doesn't find receiving that stimulating in and of itself.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely depends on the mood and present relationship status, but overall Minthara is demanding and on the rougher side but sensual. She's all over Florrick, running the enounter, pushing her around, dominating her, fucking her. She pours her heart out into it. It's definitely not "soft" but it's not, like, brutal. Florrick definitely prefers the sensuality. If it were really about having an orgasm, she'd just do it herself; she's in it for all 5 of the senses and wants to take the time to sample them all. Unfortunately this comes off as much more romantic than she intends.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickie was their bread and butter early on: grabbing the other, finding a corner to bang it out real quick, going back to their day. It was more about blowing off the steam of their adversarial relationship than actual sex or pleasure (except for the first time, which was a celebratory quickie). Both of them are busy women and don't necessarily want to spend their entire day/night languishing in bed, so their average sex isn't a "quickie" but they're not "4 hours a night" people.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

At this point in both of their lives, they're pretty much done experimenting. They've each had ample time and partners to try everything that interests them. "Risk" in terms of "getting caught" is something that just sort of gets built into their early relationship (not a turn-on, not a turn-off, just sort of is what it is). "Risk" in terms of "acts that could potentially result in bodily harm if botched" is probably a no? Particularly for Florrick, who isn't freaky like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Thanks to practice and natural athleticism, both can go a couple of rounds. How long they last varies; if they're keyed up, they can knock out a round in a few minutes. Neither likes to draw it out forever- they got shit to do aside from each other, as above in the "quickie" answer.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Minthara had every toy, apparatus, and piece of paraphernalia under the sun in Menzoberranzan. In Baldur's Gate, she hasn't yet built up a new collection, but doesn't really find herself wanting too much. She really wants that physical connection, so using her own body in sex is her current preference. Florrick has a selection of harnesses and dildos, mainly to accommodate her preference for receiving penetration, and probably a few enchanted crystals that vibrate or something. Toys are more for accessibility and opening up options.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A bit of teasing is the most cruelty Florrick will tolerate in bed, so Minthara relishes in it. Florrick likes to tease and tantalize outside of bed (like, flirty touching, running her foot up Minthara's calf under the table, choosing even more revealing house clothing to flounce about in - all in private, of course) but once the encounter has started, she's straight to it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Neither is loud. Minthara grunts and growls, and likes to issue verbal commands, taunts, and praise (when earned). She's demanding, and makes it known. Florrick is a a soft moans and sighs girly; if they're in a position that allows it (height difference struggles), she'll pull Minthara's ear right up to her mouth to make sure she can hear what she does to her. Florrick pipes up verbally only if she's getting frustrated/teased too much.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Both are fans of group sex. Minthara often participated in orgies in Menzoberranzan, and grew up in the expectation she'd have numerous consorts when she usurped House Baenre. Her need for monogamy from a dedicated romantic partner is new, but if she's just fucking people? People, plural, is still up her alley. I've referenced "Florrick's wood elf polycule" in several posts but I actually wasn't really joking; the final form/specifics is still TBD, but in short, Florrick has maintained this relationship long-term (and I mean literally decades) and happily engages with the group when she visits them outside of Rivington a few times a month.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Minthara MUSCLES. Florrick is tall with a knockout hourglass figure.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate-high. It's hard not to like, cartoonishly over-sex characters in fandom. They don't want to bang 20 times a day and spend 6 hours knuckle deep. They're still in what passes for a honeymoon stage in their relationship, so they have sex most days of the week currently. Minthara has a higher sex drive, whereas Florrick has a higher need for companionship.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep trance afterwards)

Being elves and only needing four hours of trance a night, they often do other stuff between fucking and trancing. Spending the whole night together is a slow development for them, so they're used to going back to their own lives after and not just immediately conking out. Minthara is definitely more of an insomniac, and Florrick falls into trance easily.

[justmightyshadows]

Cradling my fellow fic writers in my arms and telling them that "I'm bad at [x]" in summaries and tags is not charming, the self-deprecation saddens me to see, and that I wish they would figuratively look everyone else in the eyes when they post their self-indulgent, 2k word smut fic that they actually do really love and adore and want others to read.

Please give your work the summary it deserves.

[justmightyshadows]

I don’t know which author needs to hear this right now but even if you never update your wip i would never regret reading it a time of joy is never wasted

[justmightyshadows]

I know this isn't about Lae'zel(this time) but one of the positions is 100% modeled after this amazing drawing by @spicyraeman. So hot.

A Druid Walks Into a Bar with a Ranger

Was requested that I write more Jaheira smut. So here we go!

This is a post bar fight setting with some great hot ya know after. Tiny tiny bit of angst. lots of NSFW. Rated: Explicit

Getting into a bar fight was not on the top of your list after leaving Baldur’s Gate. Yet, after you beat everyone at darts, blindfolded, and Jaheira beat them at drinking games you found yourselves fighting off a couple of aggressive challengers - mad that you had ‘stolen’ their money. Your first thought had been to ignore them but once one had put his hands on you, you knew it was too late. Jaheira reacted before you could, slamming them into tables and throwing them viciously into walls until no one dared come near you both.

You walked away victorious but battered, your nose broken and your hands scraped and bloodied. Jaheira sported a small cut above her eye that was bleeding profusely. She grabbed you by the waist, pulling you close as she guided you through the crowd, up the stairs and down a small hallway to the room she had rented for the night.

Inside, the barely lit candles flickered against the wooden walls, your eyes took a second to adjust to the light. She had picked a pretty bare room but it had a bed, a chair and a random but very luxurious leather couch against the far wall.

“Sit down, little bird.” She said - her voice was thick and soaked into your ears gently. You obeyed, as usual, sat in the hard wooden chair and let her fret over your injuries, her hands cleaned the grime and blood from your wounds, taking extra care to heal the scrapes against your knuckles as well. Her body was so close to yours you could feel the heat radiating off it.

“I’ll have to set your nose. It will hurt. A lot.” She looked into your eyes as she gave the stern warning. In response you reached out to her, holding onto the back of her thighs for support and tilted your head up toward her, defiant. She grinned down at you, pressing her fingers hard against either side of the ridge until a satisfying click of bone meant she had pushed it back into place. The heat radiated like a small fire across your face, pulling tears from your ducts and down your face.

“You did well, I knew you would.” She kissed both of your cheeks softly praising you with whispers into your ear.

You didn’t even cry out. How strong you are. My little bird doesn’t even flinch at a broken nose.

She made her way toward the couch across from you, shed her shirt and poured herself a small glass of whiskey before sitting, her legs spread wide and her head leaned against the back of the seat.

If this was meant to turn you on, it did.

She smirked as she caught you gazing over her body, your eyes followed the trail of her neck down to the tip of her breasts.

You rose without thinking coming to rest on your knees between her legs, the night’s events replayed in your head as she undid your braid, shaking your hair loose until it cascaded down your back in dark sheets and massaged the base of your scalp.

“You were such a hot head tonight, aren’t you supposed to have outgrown that at your age?” You teased her as your hands found a large purple bruise on her side. She chuckled, looking down at you as you healed the wounds on her body with the little bit of magic you could muster.

“Yeah - some habits have only gotten worse in my old age. I’m more protective than ever, more jealous. Maybe I am just afraid to lose you.” She threw the drink back, placing the empty cup on the table harshly. Her hand found yours and she smiled into your wrist, her warm breath prickling against your skin before she planted a kiss. It set your skin on edge, small goosebumps rising along your body in response.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jaheira.” You said softly to her - she had been speaking about losing you so much since you were kidnapped month’s ago.

“I know, I won’t allow it.” Her eyes flashed dangerous shades of yellow and gold as she spoke. You could feel your head being guided forward to the space between her breasts, your lips meeting her skin eagerly, a hard suck earning you the softest of moans from her. She pulled you to her nipple wordlessly letting you decide how to please her. Your mouth opening around it as your tongue glided over the erect flesh, lapping it forward into a suck as you looked up into her eyes, the thin slits staring back at you showed you were on the right track. She moved you to the other one as her hands undid the buttons and ties keeping your clothing on until it hung limply from your body.

“Take this off, I want to see you bare.” She pushed you back a bit with the palm of her hand, your hands tore the clothing off easily, the thin fabric falling gracefully behind you. She unbuttoned her pants in front of your face sliding out of them slowly, revealing the silvery bush and wet center, teasing you with her closeness before going back to her place on the couch.

“You know where I want you.” She growled - the gravel catching in her voice as her hand led you between her legs by the back of your head.

“And you know where I want to be.” You whisper into her thighs. Your knees pressed into the ground as your mouth brushed against her. You inhaled - taking in the smell of her body, her want poured off of her - then you dove in. Your tongue spread her lips apart savoring the taste, you moaned into her and she dug into your shoulder affectionately with her nails. Her hand led you to every spot she wanted you, her personal toy to guide and control, until she shuddered, climaxing against your mouth, pressing you forward into her desire as she finished. She shed you to the side as she stood up and rummaged through her bag looking for what she wanted to play with next.

Her new strap was the same color as the last, fleshy, serious, just bigger - the harness end was made to fill her as well, just like she liked it. She slid it on, her mouth twitching slightly with pleasure as it entered her and headed over to you. Pulling you up by the long strands of hair she slapped your ass and ordered you to ride her.

“Put your youth to use.” She joked - you are far older than she will ever be but you smile along anyway lifting yourself to straddle her hips. You avoided her gaze as you lowered yourself onto her new favorite toy, your lips parted as you let out the faintest moan, the tense sensation of it rising into you was blissful.

Your body tensed so you glanced down to see that 3 inches or so still won’t fit.

Of course she picked this one, you thought.

Her face cracked into a grin as she smacked your ass again, your hips responded with experienced rolls, your hands shook out your hair as you showed off your body to her. Her hands met your waist and as always she tried to guide you, push you, into the positions that she thinks are best. Your body tried to sink onto it even further but your mind held you back. She watched you intently her hands pushing you down and her hips lifting upward to ease the rest inside to no avail.

“Ah - Jaheira. I’m full.” The strap wastoo big, it pressed against you roughly as she bucked her hips upward, again. She caressed your face, touching the bit of sweat that had started to bead there.

“You can take more. Here. I’ll show you.” Before you can protest she’s flipped you to be on your back, the cold leather couch a shock against your skin as she begins to work inside of you. Her hands pushed back against your legs, opening you up to her smooth, hard strokes. You feel yourself filling with it, more and more, far more than you thought you could take until her skin touched yours. Her hips flush against your thighs and ass. You both shudder at the contact - the warm feel of each other’s flesh is delightful.

“Look at you, so full. Ready for me.” She said with her head raised into the air, her hips thrust in and out with punctuated slaps of your bodies together. Your eyes fall back into your head, your mouth open and vocal to the pleasure you are feeling underneath her. You take your hands and find her nipple, the other grabbed hard against her flexed ass and she purred at you - the softest voice she has ever had falls down at your perked up ears.

“I need you to say my name.” You gasp for air and push it out of your almost useless mouth.

You know what she wants, where she this is goin.

“I’m here, Jaheira. I’m not going anywhere.” Her eyes close defensively as she slammed into you again and again - trying to make your bodies one.

You could tell she was close, but she held back, waited, brought her lips to your chest to send you over the edge, your legs shake involuntarily, flailing in the air and she moaned loud into you, closer to a roar than anything else. You both remain intertwined in ecstasy for what feels like far longer than you’d ever climaxed before. When she slid out your hole felt empty, it begged for more with gentle pulsing muscles, you pulled her onto you and kissed her deeply.

“That was..”

You don’t have the words to explain and she doesn’t try to give them to you.

Her own were unable to describe the sensation either.

It filled the space around you as you both try to catch your breath.

The sun peeked out over the horizon as she settled into you.

“We can stay here another night. I’m not finished with you yet.” She rest her hand on your entrance as she drifted off to sleep, muttering small praises in her dreams - assuring herself that you were right there with her.

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