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Everything Has Changed - Chapter 13

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Chapter Song Inspiration: "Morally Grey" - April Jai ft. Nation Haven

Chapter Warnings: PiV sex, Oral sex, Hand jobs, blood drinking, threesome F/M/M, masturbation, voyeurism, edgeplay, teasing, female ejaculation

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Chapter 13: Your Body I'll Worship

The door to the bedroom swung open magically with a small wave of Gale’s hand, and a wave of pride washed through Fallon. Gale had been working so hard to completely re-learn magic in this new way, and it didn’t surprise her that the simple spells were coming back to him as easily as breathing. Though Fallon only got the briefest moment to think about Gale’s progress before she became distracted by the sight laid out before her.

There were even more black dahlia petals scattered throughout the room, candles on every surface that could safely hold a candle, and there was soft music coming from a phonograph in the far corner. Then there was the bed. The big, beautiful, four-poster bed that would most certainly hold all three of them comfortably, even to sleep. “Did you buy the bed just for this?” Fallon teased Gale.

“Would you believe me if I said no?” Gale chuckled. “Despite her size, Tara somehow manages to take up a very large spot on the bed when we sleep, so I purchased this particular piece of furniture well before I ever suspected I’d be sharing it with two other people.”

Fallon turned her attention to Astarion. “So what does this next phase of atonement entail, exactly?” She asked, a coy smile blooming on her face.

Astarion and Gale stopped moving once they reached the foot of the bed, and Astarion let go of her hand in favor of resting his hands on her hips and pulling Fallon closer to him, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Astarion’s neck. “The first thing it involves, darling, is the removal of this absolutely delicious dress. Since I ruined the last one in my desperation to have you, I thought I’d let someone with slightly more patience do the honors.”

Astarion brushed Falllon’s hair from her shoulder and he leaned down to kiss the exposed skin, slowly working his way to her neck carefully so as not to bite her. Another pair of hands found her back and began to undo the fastenings, and it almost startled her, until she remembered it was Gale. “Though it really is a shame that Astarion ruined your Winter Solstice dress, I have to say, I’m quite fond of this one,” Gale made quick work of the fastenings on the back of her dress. Cool air hit Fallon’s back as it became more exposed as Gale unfastened each clasp; until finally, the only thing keeping the dress on Fallon’s body were the off the shoulder sleeves, and even they were losing a battle with gravity under the weight of the fabric.

Astarion removed his mouth from her neck and took a step back so he could look at her, reaching behind his neck to grab her hands and place them at her sides. “Turn around, darling. I think the sorcerer deserves a front row seat to what he’s been missing, don’t you?” Astarion kissed her slowly before taking hold of her hips once more and helping Fallon turn around to face Gale. Fallon did not break eye contact with Gale as she felt Astarion’s deft fingers sliding up from her hips to the bodice of her dress. With a firm tug, the black fabric floated to the floor, and for the first time in over two years, Fallon was naked in front of Gale.

“You cheeky thing, no undergarments at all?” Astarion teased as he wrapped his arms around Fallon from behind, his fingers tracing idle circles on her sides and he kissed her neck again. “Seems we’re not the only ones who planned ahead just in case .”

“The dress didn’t exactly allow for them.” Fallon defended herself, though a mischievous look shone in her eyes. It’s not like she couldn’t have picked another dress, after all. For once, Gale seemed to be too stunned to speak. Gale flexed his hands at his sides, like he wanted to reach out and touch Fallon, but he kept stopping himself. Fallon extended a hand to Gale, inviting him to come closer. To touch her. “I promise to let you know if you do something I’m not comfortable with.”

Gale forced himself to look away from Fallon’s body to study her face. He hesitated for less than two seconds before taking Fallon’s hand in his and closing the space between them. Gale’s hands settled on Fallon’s hips and he looked past Fallon and over her shoulder, presumably to look at Astarion. Whatever look or silent communication the vampire offered the sorcerer, it was enough to embolden Gale to take another step towards Fallon.

“May I kiss you, Fallon?” Gale asked softly, and her stomach did a backflip at the anticipation as she nodded. Gale reached up and tucked his index finger under her chin, using it to tilt her head upwards as he leaned in. When their mouths connected, a jolt of electricity shot through Fallon’s body as emotions she’d buried deep within her catapulted themselves to the surface once again as Gale flooded her senses. If kissing Astarion made her feel like she could conquer the world, kissing Gale was the reminder to survive and come home afterwards. Both feelings were equally important, and equally capable of reminding Fallon how loved she was, and to be loved by both Astarion and Gale? It might just be all Fallon has ever needed.

At the exact moment that Fallon deepened the kiss, parting her lips for Gale to explore her mouth with his tongue and carding her fingers through his chestnut hair, Fallon felt Astarion’s mouth back on her neck again as his cool hands slid over her skin. Where one hand moved up her body to cup her breast, kneading it with fingers and rolling his thumb over her pebbled nipple, the other moved down, the pads of his fingers dancing over her torso and her hip bone before sliding into place between her legs. Fallon moaned softly into Gale’s mouth as she felt Astarion’s fingers dip between her folds just enough to tease, and she felt her vampire smirking in amusement against her neck. Fallon knew she was already drenched with arousal– she had been since the moment she walked into the dining room and saw them standing there, dressed in their finest. “My, my, you have been thinking about this,” Astarion hummed, nipping gently at her shoulder with his teeth.

The hand that occupied her breast moved away, and Fallon almost made a noise in protest until she realized what Astarion was doing: He’d taken Gale’s hand from under her chin and guided it south to join Astarion’s other hand at the apex of her thighs. “Feel how ready she is for us and we’ve hardly done anything.” Astarion praised, replacing his hand with Gale’s. Gale pulled away from their kiss just far enough to look at Fallon, brushing their noses together as he silently asked for her permission before going further, and Fallon gave him the slightest nod of her head in return before kissing him again.

Fallon shuddered, moaning at the contact as Gale teased her further than Astarion had, pressing two fingers inside of her experimentally and brushed his thumb over her swollen clit. Gale smiled against Fallon’s lips. “I’ve missed that sound,” He admitted, shallowly thrusting his fingers inside of Fallon before pulling them out and stepping back from her entirely. Gale raised his fingers to his mouth, covered in the evidence of her arousal, and licked them obscenely. “I missed that, too.” Gale added, and Fallon realized Gale was not making eye contact with her as he did this, but with Astarion. Oh how she wished Astarion was not standing behind her, because she would have loved to see his reaction.

While she might not have seen the look on Astarion’s face as Gale taunted them both, Fallon felt Astarion’s cock begin hardening against her back and when Astarion turned Fallon back to face him, she saw the way his red eyes flared with need before he pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss. The vampire’s hands roamed over her back and over her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before ending their descent at the back of her thighs so he could hoist Fallon into the air. Fallon instinctively did a little jump and wrapped her legs around Astarion’s middle, though she did not stay there for long. Astarion only carried her far enough to climb onto the bed and drop her in the middle of it. Fallon reached forward and started unbuttoning the buttons on Astarion’s shirt, desperate for skin on skin contact that he currently could not provide. “You have too many clothes on. The both of you.” Fallon complained, and Astarion tutted as he sat back on his knees between her legs.

“Patience, darling. I love your enthusiasm, tonight is about you. We’re going to take care of you, and if you want to take care of us , then you’ll need to be a good girl and wait.” Astarion instructed firmly, and Fallon whined.

“At least take your damn shirts off, I’m completely naked!” Fallon pouted.

“Your sandals are still on.” Gale pointed out with a smirk, nodding to the gold shoes and the laces that ran up her calves, and Fallon glared at him playfully. “Though I supposed we could oblige– both in removing your sandals and some of our own clothing, if that is what the lady wishes.”

Fallon nodded her head furiously and Gale chuckled as he began unbuttoning his shirt. The offending clothing hung loosely on his body as he joined Astarion and Fallon on bed, taking a seat about halfway up Fallon’s body. The scar from The Netherese orb remained on his chest, and Fallon reached forward to trace it with her fingers. Gale took her hand in his and kissed her fingertips tenderly and held her hand over his heart for a moment, the soft look in his eyes conveying everything he felt. Astarion had removed his shirt as well and instead of tossing it to the side, he passed it to Gale with a devious look on his face. She looked back and forth between Astarion and Gale, trying to figure out what sinful trap she’d just fallen into.

The soft look on Gale’s face had been replaced with one of desire as he reached for Fallon’s other hand. “Scoot back, and put your arms above your head, sweetheart, since we all know you can’t be trusted to keep your hands to yourself and just enjoy this.” Gale teased, and Fallon’s mouth dropped open as she realized what was happening. Fallon did as she was told, and watched with wide eyes as Gale tied one of the sleeves of Astarion’s shirt to her left wrist, and tied the other sleeve to the nearest post on the bed. Now Fallon understood why he told her to scoot back– it was to close some of the space between where she lay and the edges of the bed. Still, on such a large bed, the fabric of Astarion’s shirt was pulled fairly tight without much give.

“Is that uncomfortable, darling?” Astarion asked lovingly, and Fallon gave an experimental tug. The fabric was soft and Gale had done a good job of not tying the knot around her wrist too tightly, so she shook her head. Once Gale and Astarion were satisfied that Fallon was not uncomfortable, Gale walked around to the other side of the bed, removing his own shirt, and using it to restrain Fallon’s right side, repeating the motions of tying one sleeve around Fallon’s wrist and tying the other to the bedpost, while Astarion unlaced her sandals and removed them from her feet. Once Fallon was secure, Gale returned to his spot on the bed at Fallon’s torso and he propped himself up on his elbow to lay on his side beside her.

“No mage hand?” Fallon teased, sticking her tongue out at Gale, and the sorcerer chuckled. It was one of his favorite spells to use in the bedroom, if her memory served her correctly.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. I would much prefer to use all my concentration on making you forget everything but our names.” Gale had the audacity to wink at her as he teased, and Fallon's eyes blew wide with lust.

Gale reached forward to brush a stray hair from Fallon’s face, dragging his fingers down to her neck and lightly wrapping his hand around it. The pressure was so light that it was barely there, but just the feeling of Gale’s hand there was enough to make Fallon whimper with pleasure and Gale grinned. “You look so beautiful laid out like this, Fallon,” Astarion praised her as he ran his hands over her thighs, spreading her legs apart further as he leaned shifted his position to settle between them on his stomach, and he kissed her inner thighs slowly, avoiding where Fallon desired him to be most. “I’ve been imagining this moment for days.” His nose ghosted over her clit and Fallon let out a noise of protest as he moved away from the sensitive spot.

“Use your words, sweetheart, tell us what you want.” Gale instructed, his thumb stroking the column of her neck gently, applying light pressure to his grasp as he did so.

“For the love of Ao, if one of you doesn’t touch me soon I’m going to go insane.” Fallon demanded, invoking the name of the holy creator in vain desperation.

“That’s more like it.” Astarion cooed. Pleasure shot through Fallon’s body as Astarion’s tongue found her center, lavishing her with languid strokes of his tongue. Fallon arched her back at his touch, tugging on her restraints. She opened her mouth to let out a cry of pleasure, but the sound was muffled by Gale’s mouth on hers again, kissing her fiercely as his hand played with her breasts. Every touch, every kiss, it was all heightened by the fact that there were two people showering her body with attention. Every time her body was finished reacting to something Astarion did between her legs, Gale would roll his thumb over one of her nipples and leave love-bites on her neck and she’d be moaning all over again. Though Fallon had no concept of time in that moment, she was certain that this would be the fastest orgasm she’s ever achieved in her life. “That’s it, darling, let go.” Astarion lifted his head to look at her as he slid two fingers inside of her and kissed her inner thigh, nipping at it softly. When Fallon moaned at the sensation of Astarions teeth scraping her inner thigh, his fingers suddenly slowed significantly inside of her.

“ Astarion ,” Fallon whined impatiently, and Gale looked up from her neck to see what was going on. “ Please .”

“Sorry, love, I was just thinking.” Astarion apologized with a smirk.

“Can you think later? ” Fallon huffed.

Astarion laughed and leaned down to press another kiss to her inner thigh. “Darling, can I bite you?” He kissed her thigh again. “Right here?”

Fallon’s heart rate doubled. “You can do whatever you want as long as you don’t stop .” She demanded, lifting her hips towards Astarion’s face in encouragement.

To her dismay, Astarion laughed again, but at least he kept his fingers moving inside of her as he looked at Gale. “Gale, darling, I’ve got an idea, but I’ll need your assistance.” Fallon looked up at Gale and saw the look of realization dawning on the sorcerer’s face as whatever idea Astarion had clicked in Gale’s mind, and the sorcerer offered the vampire a wicked grin in response.

“You’re a bloody menace, Astarion. A beautiful, bloody menace.” Gale praised with a laugh. So far, the only drawback of this arrangement was that it gave Gale and Astarion this opportunity to work together to torture her in this way. Soon, Gale was moving away from Fallon and she made another noise of protest, tugging at her restraints to try and get him to come back.

Then she realized where Gale was going. He joined Astarion at the foot of the bed. “May I?” He asked Fallon, and she nodded, grateful for Gale’s continued initiative in obtaining her consent after their earlier conversation. She was also grateful for Astarion, who she knew would immediately pivot if Fallon told Gale “no” at any point. Fallon nodded her head, and for a moment, she had two of Astarion’s and two of Gale’s fingers inside of her and Fallon moaned appreciatively at the way they filled her. “Well that’s something we’ll have to explore later.” Astarion mused as he removed his fingers from her sex. Fallon watched with curiosity as Astarion got out of Gale’s way, allowing the sorcerer to take his place between Fallon’s legs. There wasn’t quite enough room for them both to fit comfortably, so how– oh.

Oh .

Fallon watched in stunned silence as Astarion repositioned himself so he was straddling Gale’s back, hovering over the sorcerer with his cock visibly stiff in his pants, and Fallon’s imagination immediately drifted to what this scene would look like if Gale and Astarion were also naked. The idea of Astarion leaning over Gale’s body to kiss her while he fucked Gale, while Gale feasted on her cunt, the three of them all moaning together…Fallon only snapped out of her thoughts when Astarion leaned forward and brushed some of Gale’s hair from his face, tying it back into a half up-half down bun with a rubber band Gale handed him. Astarion then leaned forward and kissed Gale’s cheek. “Go on, love,” Astarion encouraged in a low voice against the sorcerer's ear before gently biting Gale’s earlobe. “You were just saying how you’ve missed the way she tastes. Now’s your chance.” Gale looked at Fallon once more, giving her a beat to change her mind. Little did he know that with how close cumming she currently was, there was absolutely no way she was changing her mind. Not as her mind took the opportunity to remind her that one of Gale’s favorite camp pastimes used to be burying his face between her legs while she tried not to moan so loud she woke up the rest of their companions (her attempts were not successful very often).

When Fallon didn’t protest, Gale moaned slightly as he lowered his mouth to her swollen clit, rolling his tongue over the bud thoroughly for the first time in over two years. Carnal lust took over, and Gale immediately became a feral animal who’d just been offered a proper supper for the first time after only having had scraps from the trash bin: he couldn’t bring himself to savor it after starving for so long. Gale moaned and it vibrated against Fallon’s body, and she wished that she could reach out and grip his head to bring his face as close to her as possible, if only for something to hold on to. Gale certainly didn’t need any encouragement to keep going– for this was not the slow, methodical, draw-out-her-orgasm-so-slow-she-might-burst-into-tears version of Gale that she’d often laid with on a bedroll that was absolutely not big enough for two. This Gale lapped at her clit with his tongue and fucked her with his fingers so thoroughly, curving them inside of her with each thrust inward.

Fallon’s head fell back on the bed as she cried out in pleasure at the attention being returned to her body. When she opened her eyes, she saw Astarion watching the scene before him carefully, his eyes darkened with carnal lust as he watched the way Gale devoured Fallon’s cunt, and the way she reacted to it. Fallon saw Astarion’s hand twitch at his side, like he was considering stuffing it in his pants to touch himself, but he held back. Likely because he knew there would be something better if he could wait a little longer. Astarion reached for Fallon’s leg, and brought it over Gale’s shoulder, the new angle allowing Gale’s fingers to go deliciously deeper inside of her. Fallon moaned again and her legs quaked as the orgasm Astarion previously robbed her of came careening back down the tracks at breakneck speed.

“Astarion, if you’re waiting for–” Fallon started to tease Astarion for taking his time, but the fact that she could still speak only spurned Gale forward and he doubled down on his efforts, eager to leave her breathless. Despite her warning, Astarion still took his time. He held Fallon’s leg up and brought his lips to the inside of her ankle, leaving a tender kiss. He moved next to her calf, then the inside of her knee, slowly working his way to her thigh. He knew Fallon too well– the second he bit her, she was probably going to cum, and Fallon scowled at him when he looked up at her while his lips grazed her skin.

Astarion found the spot on her inner thigh he was looking for, and he bit down. Within seconds of the sharp pain of Astarion’s fangs breaking her skin, Fallon moaned so loudly it echoed off the walls of the tower. Fallon felt her orgasm coat Gale’s fingers, mouth, beard, and the sheets beneath them as she climaxed, strength of it causing her to writhe with pleasure so strongly that Astarion and Gale had to actively use their free arms to hold her in place. Neither of them pulled away until they were certain her high had come to an end, and as Fallon struggled against her restraints try and prop herself up on her elbows (and failing) she looked at Astarion and Gale with a wild look in her eyes, and she was certain she’d never seen either of them look as pleased with themselves as they did in that moment.

Astarion swiped the blood slowly trickling down her leg with his finger, licking it clean as he climbed off of Gale so the other man could sit up. “Did you know you could do that?” Astarion asked curiously with a grin, observing the absolute mess Fallon made on the sheets. It was certainly messier than any orgasm Fallon had had before, with either of the men sitting between her spread legs, and she shook her head. “It’s amazing what happens when the two of you work together. Who knew?” She teased, winking at them.

“I don’t think we’ve properly satisfied her, Astarion. She can still form coherent sentences.” Gale looked at Astarion with a devious grin, his face still coated with her slick, as he reached between Fallon’s legs and brushed his thumb across her over-stimulated clit. Fallon whimpered, her body shaking slightly in response and she tugged fruitlessly at her restraints again.

“So it seems. We should do something about that.” Astarion agreed.

“I want you to fuck me,” Fallon blurted out and their heads snapped back to her, nudging Astarion with her foot so they who she was referring to. Then she looked at Gale. “I want him to fuck me, and I want you to watch.”

“Would you like that, darling?” Astarion asked as he stared at Fallon, his voice almost giddy with anticipation at the idea.

Fallon nodded her head. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since Gale told me he overheard us at the inn in Daggerford.”

Astarion looked at Gale in surprise. “Did you, now?”

Gale swallowed, nodding his head as he reached down to adjust his cock inside of his pants, clearly straining uncomfortably against the fabric. “Truth be told, I’ve also been thinking about it since I overheard you.” He admitted with a breathy laugh.

“Take off your pants, and come sit by me, Gale. Untie me while you’re at it,” Fallon requested, her tone was a little more desperate than she would have liked, but part of her was still remembering how to breathe after the explosive orgasm she’d just had, so all decorum had gone out the window.

Gale did as he was told, untying her first before fidgeting with the laces on his pants and pushing them down to his ankles, kicking them off as he went. His thick cock sprung free and Fallon’s mouth watered . She’d forgotten how nice Gale’s dick was, and she immediately wanted to throw her own plan away and put his dick in her mouth. That was for another day, though. Astarion removed his own pants and climbed up the bed towards Fallon. As soon as Astarion’s dick was within reach, Fallon wrapped her hand around his shaft and began pumping her hand along it dutifully with a satisfied grin on her face at being able to use her hands again. Astarion’s head dropped down onto her shoulder as he shuddered and moaned, at her touch. His mouth temporarily found her neck before reaching her mouth and kissing her passionately.

“On your knees, darling.” Astarion muttered assertively against Fallon’s lips and she moaned softly, fully understanding what her vampire intended to do. Fallon kissed Astarion once more before releasing his cock from her grasp and rolling over onto her stomach. Fallon made direct eye contact with Gale as she positioned herself on her hands and knees, spreading her legs so Astarion could insert himself between them. Gale’s hand was already loosely wrapped around his stiff cock, stroking it idly as he watched the scene before him unfold with wide eyes. Fallon could feel the mattress shifting beneath her as Astarion settled behind her, and soon she felt two fingers slide inside of her, eliciting a moan from both Fallon and Gale.

“Astarion, I need you.” Fallon whined, and she heard the vampire laugh lightly from behind her as he fingered her slowly. Deeply. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. She needed Astarion to fill her more than she needed air in her lungs.

“I was just making sure you’re prepared, my love.” He teased, and Fallon shook her head.

“I’m always prepared, now please , just fuck me .” Fallon pressed her hips back towards Astarion encouragingly.

Astarion laughed again, but did as he was told and removed his fingers from within her. “She’s a needy little thing, isn’t she? So eager to have a cock deep inside of her.” He mused, addressing Gale, and the sorcerer nodded.

“Yes, I do recall that about her,” Gale agreed, a smug smirk on his face and Fallon pouted. “Give her what she wants, Astarion. She did ask rather nicely.”

Fallon huffed in response and she felt Astarion positioning his cock at her entrance, his head just barely brushing it teasingly. “Show us exactly how you touched yourself when you were eavesdropping, and I’ll show you exactly how I fucked her.”

Gale’s grip on his cock tightened as he began to stroke himself, and all three of them moaned as Astarion finally slid home, pushing himself deep inside of Fallon until he was buried to the hilt. Thankfully, Astarion’s patience had run out, and he didn’t make Fallon wait before beginning to thrust into her with a steady rhythm. Though his broad hands rested on her hips as an anchor, his grip was not so tight that Fallon could not move, and soon she was rocking her hips back and forth, meeting Astarion thrust for thrust so he fucked her even deeper than before. The moans leaving her mouth were endless as Astarion moved inside of her, and though Fallon wanted to close her eyes and just enjoy the pleasure, she forced herself to keep them open so she could watch Gale.

The sorcerer’s eyelids were heavy as he watched the two of them, and Fallon noticed that he was stroking his thick cock in time with Astarions thrusts as the vampire fucked her. Gale’s body had relaxed a bit more as well, his free arm resting lightly on his stomach as he leaned back against the many pillows, his legs spread a little further apart. Just far enough apart that if Astarion and Fallon were a foot closer to Gale, she could easily lean forward and wrap her mouth around Gale’s cock and suck him off while Astarion fucked her. It was certainly an idea, one she had every intention of exploring at a later time, but right now? This was exactly what she wanted.

“Like what you see, sorcerer?” Astarion goaded as he reached forward to wrap his fingers through Fallon’s unbound dark hair and pull her upwards by it to kiss her neck. The delicious new angle had Fallon moaning loudly, and she reached between her legs to caress her aching clit now that her hands were free. Fallon turned her head as far as she could and nudged the side of Astarion’s face with her nose encouraging him to kiss her. Astarion obliged, kissing her fiercely as he began to fuck her harder.

“Gods, you’re beautiful .” Gale moaned as he began pumping his cock faster, and Fallon honestly was not sure if he was referring to her, Astarion, or the both of them together. Either way, Gale’s voice was absolutely wrecked, and when Fallon pulled out of her kiss with Astarion to look at Gale, she could see the pre-cum dribbling down the head of his cock. It was obvious Gale was close, Fallon knew she was close, and if the frantic way his hips were moving was any indication, Astarion was close, too.

Astarion’s hand covered Fallon’s at the apex of her thighs and he pushed her hand away, his deft fingers taking over atop Fallon’s clit where she’d left off, and her body shook as she reached back behind her to card her fingers through Astarion’s curls. He planted a kiss on her shoulder. “That’s it, darling, show Gale how pretty you are when you cum for me.”

Fallon locked eyes with Gale. The sorcerer was biting down on his lip, hard, and the way he whimpered when Fallon looked at him with desperation could only mean one thing: Gale was trying to wait for Fallon to orgasm first, before allowing himself to climax, and his restraint was greatly waning. “ Please .” He managed to choke out, and that was all it took to send Fallon careening over the edge as she came with both Astarion and Gale’s names on her tongue as her body shuddered. Within seconds of the start of Fallon’s peak, Fallon and Astarion were treated to the sight of Gale cumming in his hand so violently that the long ribbons of semen burst from his cock with enough force to land on Gale’s chest, and a few drops even made their way to Gale’s beard. That was enough for Astarion, and the vampire found his own completion with the shout of an expletive, almost as though the intensity of his orgasm took him by surprise.

When they were all spent and panting, it was only then that Fallon eased herself off of Astarion’s cock and crawled up the bed towards Gale. Though she had every intention of licking the spunk right off of his body to clean Gale off, the sorcerer was one step ahead of her and with a wave of his hand, the mess disappeared. Fallon smirked as she settled onto the bed beside Gale, resting her head on the pillow next to him. “Neat trick.” She teased. Gale only chuckled in response before leaning forward to press a kiss to the crown of Fallon’s head and turn on his side to wrap an arm around her.

Astarion followed behind Fallon and took the spot on the other side of her, and a giddy smile spread on her face as the vampire wrapped his arm around her as he kissed her shoulder. “I think it’s safe to say you’ve properly atoned.” Fallon teased them both as she grabbed both of their arms and pulled them closer to her. Gale and Astarion happily obliged, moving inward until there was very little space separating the three of them at all.

“Thank you both for this whole day,” She turned her head towards Astarion and kissed him deeply. “I’m a very lucky woman to be so loved by two wonderful people.” She turned her head to Gale next and kissed him with an equal amount of emotion.

“Please, we’re the lucky ones.” Astarion scoffed.

“I have to agree–not many people would offer us the level of grace and forgiveness you’ve provided us with, despite everything. Though I don’t think I can call you a saint, unless you feel like devoting yourself to Sune, because she might be the only deity that would call what just occurred in this bedroom holy –”

“Hey, I’m not the only person in this bed to blame for that!” Fallon laughed, pouting playfully.

“But if I were ever asked to nominate someone for a holy title, you would be the first person to come to mind. May we never give you a reason to need to extend such grace and forgiveness a second time.” Gale smiled at her sincerely, and Fallon felt a wave of emotion rush through her.

For the first time in two years, laying between her vampire and her sorcerer, she felt completely whole.

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Shadowheart, unblinking, staring at Tav across the campfire because everyone knows they snuck off with Astarion after the tiefling party last night: does fucking a vampire count as necrophilia?

Everyone: *freezes*

Gale: *drops his big spoon into the breakfast pot, spattering some on Lae’zel*

Wyll: *startled coughing fit*

Halsin: *genuinely considering the question*

Karlach: *whispering to Wyll* what is necrophilia? does that mean, like, a thing about necks, or, what…?

Tav: I…I think I need to go lie down.

Astarion, returning from his morning hunt a few moments later, emerging from the woods and taking in the strained camp-mosphere: why is everyone being weird? who died?

Lae’zel, still angrily cleaning herself off: you

Gale: *drops his spoon again, seconds after successfully fishing it out the first time*

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Guilty as Sin?

Summary: After confessing his feelings for Tav, Gale fantasizes about them back in his tent, because he's an idiot who said they needed to wait a little longer to explore their mutual desires.

Rating: Explicit Words: ~1k

Tags: Pillow Humping, Masturbation, Gender neutral Tav, Tav is referred to as "You" Song Inspo: "Guilty as Sin?" - Taylor Swift Author Notes: Shout out to the Magic Man discord server for making me write this, and shout out to Taylor Swift for writing a song about masturbation.

“It’s quite thrilling— to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially at your side.”

Despite the raised eyebrows from Shadowheart and the snide remarks from Astarion (“Really? You’re telling them this now? Right now?”), Gale wasn’t sorry for confessing his attraction to you after the heat of battle. Now that Elminster had quieted the orb in Gale’s chest, he was no longer afraid to be candid about his attraction to you. After all, the mere thought of kissing you was, until recently, a threat to Gale’s very existence. He was touch starved, and now that he could finally do something about it? Why would he wait to finally lay the groundwork of his desires with you until you were alone.

Besides, saying it in front of Astarion also had its perks. The vampire could no longer feign ignorance to the connection Gale shared with you. Therefore, Astarion could no longer continue flirting with you, or do anything else the two of you were doing in the dead of night while everyone else slept, without blatantly walking into Gale’s territory.

Declaring his intentions with you (and hearing you say that you felt the same way) sent a message, loud and clear: You belonged to Gale, and Astarion needed to back the fuck off.

The only misstep Gale made when confessing his attraction to you was insisting that it wasn’t the time or place, that the two of you needed to wait a little longer before exploring your desires. If he’s being honest with himself, that just might be the stupidest thing Gale has ever said.

That was the thought that kept Gale up after everyone else went to sleep, tossing and turning as he silently kicked himself for not immediately inviting you to his tent. There was a reason, of course, Gale wanted the gesture to be as beautiful and grand as the object of his affections, and he couldn’t do it after a full day of flinging spells at shadow-cursed creatures. Damn his lofty ambitions for getting the best of him, even in the simplest ways.

Gale huffed with frustration as he rolled onto his back, the thoughts of you plaguing his mind and making his cock impossibly hard. As Gale slid his hand over his chest, he could only pray that this would be his last night indulging in a fantasy about you instead of indulging in the real thing.

Closing his eyes, Gale started off slowly—palming himself over his pajamas, squeezing his shaft gently. He imagined it was you: You with your soft hands that he’d had the pleasure of brushing against while sitting around the campfire. It was you that slipped deft fingers beneath the hem of his trousers, stroking Gale’s cock with feather light touches. It was you who pulled Gale’s trousers down past his hips, allowing his already leaking cock to spring free from its confines.

“I’ve been waiting for this, for so long.” You said in his mind as he slowly stroked his cock, imagining the way you’d tease him because oh— you would tease him, Gale was certain of it. After all, the two of you had already spent weeks flirting and verbally teasing each other. Why wouldn’t you want to drag it out a little longer.

“Please,” Gale begged audibly, speaking only to the image of you in his head. “I need more.” Gale stroked himself harder as he imagined you complying with his request, leaning forward and enveloping his cock with the wet, hot heat of your mouth. Gale arched his hips into his hand, a soft moan tumbling from his lips at the thought of you swallowing his cock to the hilt until it tickled the back of your throat.

When he couldn’t take it any longer, Gale reached for one of the many pillows he had in his tent and rolled over desperately, placing the pillow between his legs as he straddles it. A soft moan left Gale’s mouth as he braced one hand on the ground and held the pillow in place with the other. As he began grinding against the pillow, the vision in his mind shifted.

You’re beneath him now, your body ready and waiting to take him. Gale imagines what you sound like when you moan as he slides his cock inside of you— how pretty your voice sounds when Gale is the source of your pleasure instead of someone else. How pretty Gale’s name will sound when it’s sung from your lips as he fucks you. A quiet moan passes through Gale’s lips at the thought as he ruts against the pillow, aching and desperate for you.

“Harder.” Your voice is crystal clear in Gale’s mind, as is your body trembling beneath him as he fucks you the way you requested. With a subtle flick of his wrist, the pillow becomes warm beneath him. It’s not quite the same as having a body beneath him, but it will do. Gale’s hips snapped desperately as he chased his pleasure and pretended that it’s not a pillow beneath him, sheathing his cock as he moved, but the velvet warmth of your inner walls.

“Gods, you look incredible,” Gale whimpered softly as he pictured his thick length sliding in and out of you. “You take me so well.” He whispered to no one as he doubled his efforts, hips rutting erratically as Gale’s climax swiftly approached.

“I love you.”

Those were the last words Gale imagined leaving your lips before slapping his hand over his mouth to muffle the moan that escapes him as he cums with a shout. Hot spurts of semen burst from Gale’s cock as he rode the pillow into his own personal oblivion, ruining the fabric beneath him the same way he imagined ruining you.

It was only once his cock was spent and over-sensitive that Gale collapsed onto his bedroll, panting, sweating, and dizzy from the intensity of his climax. The visions of you fade away slowly as Gale stares at the ceiling of his tent, leaving him only as satisfied as one can be after masturbating while the object of their desire slept a dozen feet away: spent, but already aching for more.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow Gale would volunteer to stay back at camp so he could save his strength, so he could save his magic, for you.

Tomorrow, Gale would make you completely and utterly his. He needed to.

Because if he didn’t, he was going to run out of pillows.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gender neutral tav #gender neutral reader #bg3 smut #baldur's gate 3 smut #gale smut #gale one shot #gale fic #gale fanfic

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Trying to figure out how to draw @whatacaitastrophe's Tav, Fallon, as part of a larger art trade, so here's a sketch of our two Tavs talking about their baes.

#your honor i love them

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Gale's camp clothes look soft. I bet his boner would feel great under that fabric.

#honestly yeah

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there is absolutely no reason for your eyes to be all deep and dark and twinkling and yearning and charmed and full of wonder over an owlbear cub running away, close those peepers, put the gazers down, hide your upper orbs, what the FUCK, i have stuff to do, i can't just sit here and PINE FOR YOU, you sad little man!!!!!

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Everything Has Changed - Chapter 12

Previous Chapter

Chapter Song Inspiration: "Electric Touch" - Taylor Swift ft. Fall Out Boy

Chapter Warnings: More idiots talking about their feelings.

Spotify Playlist: Here

Author Notes: thank you all so much for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting on this fic (and the first one)! if you are interested in supporting me in other ways, I have a Ko-Fi link <3

Chapter 12: Bring Me Back to Life

The tower was quiet when Fallon and Tara returned, and Fallon was immediately suspicious. The tower was large, and Fallon hadn’t been given the full tour yet, of course, but it felt odd to her that they were greeted with silence. “Is this place always this quiet, or did Gale and Astarion go somewhere?” She asked Tara as the tressym jumped down to the floor from Fallon’s shoulder and began to guide Fallon up the staircase and through the tower.

“It’s always rather quiet, I’m afraid– comes with the territory of the tower being as large as it is. Then again, Mr. Dekarios didn’t host many guests before he got picked up by the nautiloid, or even before he ended up with an explosive in his chest. He often went to the homes of colleagues for social calls and she preferred it when Mr. Dekarios went to her. As you know, everything was on her terms.”

Fallon nodded in understanding, her blood boiling only slightly at the mention of Mystra. She was not stupid enough to believe she could ever take on a goddess and win, but that didn’t keep Fallon from imagining how satisfying breaking Mystra’s nose would be. As they ascended the stairs in the tower, the quiet halls began becoming less so, and music began to fill her ears. Not just any music, either, some of her favorite tunes that Fallon often found herself humming idly. The smells of food being prepared hit her senses next, and Fallon smiled to herself as she slowly began to realize at least part of what was going on here. When she and Tara reached the fourth floor landing, Fallon automatically began walking towards the music and the smells coming from where she could only assume the kitchen was located. However, Tara quickly cut off her path, nearly causing Fallon to trip over the tressym as she stumbled to get out of the way.

“Apologies, miss Fallon, you’ll want to follow me this way if you would like to freshen up before dinner.” The tressym’s words were a suggestion, but her tone suggested otherwise, and Fallon took the hint: she should go put on that dress they just purchased. Tara led her towards a half-open door, and when she used her body to push it open, Fallon gasped. The music hadn’t been coming from the kitchen. It was coming from the bathroom, where a full, steaming tub piled with bubbles, a glass of wine (champagne from the look of the bubbles floating in the glass), and a path lined with black dahlia petals waited for her. Next to the glass of champagne, which sat on a small table next to the bath, there were two more folded pieces of parchment.

Fallon looked at Tara in awe. “They planned…all of this?”

While it wasn’t possible for the tressym to smile, exactly, the sentiment reached her eyes all the same as she nodded. “I’ve been instructed to tell you that when you’re ready, take the stairs to the next level of the tower and follow the path laid out for you. Enjoy your evening, miss Fallon.” With that, Tara exited the room and Fallon followed behind her only to close the door. She reached into her bag and pulled out the carefully wrapped package containing her dress and she opened it. The material glimmered as it cascaded to the floor, and Fallon grinned as she draped it over the wooden dressing divider in the room. Then she turned her attention back to the table with the champagne and the letters, scooping up the one from Astarion first, this time.

“ Hello, Darling,

You’ve probably figured out by now that the sorcerer and I are up to something quite grand and romantic (if I do say so myself), but it is very important to me that you understand I expect nothing from you in return. Not your forgiveness, sex, or anything else I might stand to gain by orchestrating this plan with Gale. The idea may have come about because we’ve done things that require atonement, but you deserve every last piece of the gesture we planned for you, just because you’re you: the first person I’ve ever truly cared for aside from myself in two centuries.

Even if this evening comes without expectation of receiving something in return, I do hope it reminds you of how much I love you, and how deeply sorry I am for hurting you. You are my sun, my moon, and my stars. You always have been, even before the day you agreed to give me your heart, and I regret any and every moment where I’ve ever made you feel like you’re less than that.

Forever yours,

Astarion”

Tears welled in the corners of Fallon’s eyes as she read Astarions love note, and Fallon folded the parchment again and brought it to her lips, marking the parchment with a gentle kiss before pressing it against her heart. There was something different about seeing how the vampire felt about her, written in ink. Hearing him say he loved her was nice, but writing it was so much more permanent. Writing it down puts it out in the world for anyone to find. Centuries from now, scholars could find this note in a pile of rubble, and even they would know how much Astarion loved her without having met either of them. Fallon set the note back on the table and stripped out of her clothes and settled into the bath they’d prepared for her before reaching for the note from Gale. Only, it wasn’t a note at all. It was a sonnet.

“In realms of time where moments intertwine,

A love profound, transcendent and divine.

Our souls entwined, an ancient, sacred dance,

Across the ages, seeking sweet romance.

Through lifetimes woven, tapestries unfold,

In each existence, love's tale is retold.

A flame that flickers, undeterred by years,

Igniting hearts, dispelling all their fears.

With every breath, a whispered promise made,

In every life, our souls are not betrayed.

Through cycles endless, destinies align,

A love enduring, steadfast and benign.

In every heartbeat, echoes from the past,

Our souls entangled, destiny held fast.

Through lifetimes bound, in love, we shall remain,

Our souls converging, time and time again.”

Gale did not need to add any additional context by way of a note for Fallon to understand the poem’s meaning: He loved her, and he would always love her. Then, now, and in every lifetime to come. Though both men had made it very clear that they expected nothing in return for this incredibly romantic gesture they’d planned for Fallon, it did not change the fact that their words and actions made her fold like a house of cards. Fallon was as much under their spell as they were under hers, and she wanted nothing more than to run upstairs and kiss them both again and again until she could no longer breathe.

Still, Fallon took her time. She enjoyed her relaxing bath as she read their love notes over and over again. She hummed along to the music playing from the phonograph as she got ready for dinner and slipped into her new dress. Tara told Fallon to “make them crawl,” and as she took in her own reflection in the mirror before exiting the room to go upstairs, it occurred to Fallon that they just might. There was truly only one word Fallon could use to describe it:

Sinful.

The glimmering black dress was form fitting. The off the shoulder, sweetheart neckline that left little to the imagination by way of covering her cleavage as it pressed her breasts together, and the mermaid skirt had slit so that cut so high on the right side that Fallon had to forego undergarments in order to make the dress work. The laces of the gold sandals she wore snaked all the way up her calves, wrapping them in delicate leaves of ivy as though she were a gift from nature herself. For once, her dark hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, instead of piled back on the top of her head in its usual ponytail, shiny and soft from being freshly washed.

The dress was probably more formal than the evening likely required, but it would be worth it to see the looks on Gale and Astarion’s faces when she entered the room.

Fallon followed Tara’s instructions and took the stairs to the next floor, her mouth dropping open in awe as she realized the “path” the tressym told her to follow was also a path of black dahlia petals, like the ones in the bathroom, but there were more . Her path led her to the dining room, the smell of freshly cooked food wafting from within, and as she rounded the corner, Fallon stopped in her tracks.

Astarion and Gale were sitting across from each other at the far end of the long table. Though it wasn’t the sight of the beautiful room or even the fact that they’d left the spot at the head of the table for her that made her stop. It was the two men waiting for her: both as well-dressed as she was, and Fallon’s heart rate doubled in her chest at how good they both looked. Well-dressed men were a weakness of Fallon’s, and when she added in the fact that it was Gale and Astarion dressed in their finest, it took all of her strength not to demand they skip dinner entirely and just take her on the table.

Fallon was not the only person in the room that was awestruck. Upon her entrance, both Gale and Astarion stood and took her in, their eyes shamelessly roving over her body as they took in the dress she’d picked especially for them.

While Gale looked at Fallon like he couldn’t believe she was real, whereas Astarion (with the way his eyes lingered on her exposed leg) looked at his lover like he too was considering skipping the meal laid out on the table before them in favor of another between Fallon’s legs. It was a smoldering look that sent a shot of arousal through Fallon‘s body, and she didn’t miss the smirk on Astarion’s face as he noticed the change in her scent from across the room. It officially didn’t matter how hard-to-get Fallon attempted to play this evening. Astarion already knew he and Gale had won.

That didn’t mean Fallon couldn’t try to drag it out, though.

Or try to.

“I must say, when Astarion presented me with my attire for this evening, I was worried we’d be a mite overdressed. I see now that his guess that you would pick a dress as beautiful and decadent as the one this dress is apparently replacing, was entirely correct.” Gale complimented in awe.

Astarion strode across the room to Fallon and took her hand, raising it to his lips to kiss the back of it softly. “You look incredible, darling,” He offered her his arm. “Will you allow me to escort you to your seat?”

Fallon nodded, grinning at her vampire as her sorcerer pulled out her chair for her. As she took her seat, Fallon observed the spread of food laid out before them. “Did the two of you cook all of this?”

“Most of it–we, ah, may have had some help on the prep work from my mother. She did quite a bit earlier today before we arrived for the sake of time,” Gale admitted. “The dishes are a bit heavy, and very warm, so it might be easier to pass me your plate.”

While Fallon obviously knew by now that Gale and Astarion had gone to great lengths to make this evening happen, the fact that Gale even went as far as to ask Morena for help…they really were trying. Fallon offered Gale her plate. “A little bit of everything, please.”

As Gale filled her plate, she turned her attention to Astarion. “You’re a good sport for sitting here while the two of us enjoy a meal that does nothing for you.” Not that she ever thought Astarion would skip out on an evening like this, but he was a good sport all the same.

“It’s quite alright, darling, I’ll eat later,” He shot her a roguish wink that made her heart stutter in her chest. “How was your afternoon?”

Fallon took her plate from Gale, thanking him before she picked up her fork and dug into the contents. From the look of it, Gale had prepared the Quipper fish recipe he once mentioned to her, down to what Fallon could only assume was his mother’s hundur sauce recipe. “My afternoon was lovely, thanks to the two of you,” Fallon replied as she took a bite of food. She hummed with a soft noise of approval. “This is amazing, by the way, my compliments to the chef. You weren’t kidding about the sauce. It does indeed have a kick.”

Gale beamed at her and finally began eating his own food, as though he was waiting to hear what Fallon thought before he even touched his own plate. “What did you think of the bookshop?”

“It was great! Their selection was much bigger than I thought it would be, given the physical size of the shop. I’d hate to see their storeroom. Thank you for the books, I’m excited to read them. I’m excited to have time to read them. Astarion, I’ll share them with you if you promise not to hog them all.” Fallon teased, sticking her tongue out at the vampire.

“Lucky for you, romance novels aren’t my cup of tea, so they’re all yours. Unless, of course, you feel like reading them aloud.” His tone was suggestive, and Fallon felt her face flush.

“Maybe if you ask nicely.” Fallon proposed, and Astarion only smirked at her in return.

Conversation flowed easily between the three of them through the rest of the meal as Astarion and Gale recounted to Fallon how exactly they’d managed to pull the entire evening off in three days, without even being in the city. Though Gale and Astarion had done much of the planning, and all of the ideas were theirs, nearly all of the prep work was done by Morena and Tara. She was going to have to buy Mrs. Dekarios flowers, at the least, for all of her help in making this happen, though probably not black dahlias, because she got the sense that nearly every black dahlia in Waterdeep had contributed their petals to the paths she had followed to arrive at this table Tara, on the other hand, was a conundrum. What did someone buy for a tressym as a gift, she wondered? Catnip? Mice? Fallon would have to ask Gale.

When there was a natural break in conversation after her third glass of champagne, Fallon decided it was time to bring up the subject at hand. She wasn’t drunk, not even close, but the champagne provided her with just the right amount of liquid courage she needed.

“I suppose we should talk about everything, shouldn’t we?” She started, and the energy of the room immediately shifted. Not in a bad way, just becoming somewhat heavier, now that the time for small talk was over.

“Ladies first.” Astarion gestured to Fallon with a hopeful look in his eyes. It made sense that beyond being chivalrous, Astarion and Gale would want her to speak first, because they’ve been waiting for her verdict on the situation for almost four whole days at this point.

“Obviously I’ve had a lot of time to think over the last couple of days, and the first thing that I want you both to know is that I’ve forgiven you, and that I was ready to forgive you well before I knew about your plans for this evening. Though I must thank you, again, for the lovely day and so far lovely evening you’ve given me. It feels very nice to know how loved I am,” She smiled warmly at Astarion and Gale, and she watched as relief visibly washed over their faces. “The second thing I’d like to discuss is what I told Astarion earlier this week. I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve thought about…this. Us. The three of us. It’s still something I want, and would be interested in exploring. But there are…I hate using the term ‘conditions’ because that isn’t what they are, but I’m not really sure what other term to use. Stipulations, maybe.”

“I’m sure we’ll be able to make sense of it, dearest, and if we can’t, we’ll be sure to ask questions.” Gale promised her, and Astarion nodded.

Fallon chewed on her lip as she pondered the best way to say what she needed to say, because even though she knew what she wanted and where her heart was, parts of what she needed to say weren’t going to be easy. “As far as the…dynamics? Of what the three of us in a polyamourous relationship would look like, I want to be able to spend time with the both of you, together and alone. I’d like to be able to be affectionate with you both, without anyone getting territorial or jealous. I also want the two of you to feel comfortable spending time together without me, to get to know each other in this new way better, without worrying about how it will make me feel. I am telling you that I am okay with it. In fact, if this is to work, I’m going to have to insist on it. Given the events that led to this conversation to begin with, I’m going to assume that is also something the two of you want?”

Fallon looked back and forth between Gale and Astarion, waiting for either of them to deny her assumptions. They only exchanged meaningful looks with each other before both looking at her and nodding silently. “Excellent, then we’re all on the same page in that regard. What I need to say next, I’m going to say to the both of you, because I don’t want there to be any secrets between the three of us. I want for us all to be in the loop, so we can confide in each other as we see fit,”

Fallon took a deep breath as she prepared herself to say the hard part of what she needed to say, and silently threw a prayer up to the gods that it wouldn’t ruin everything as she turned her attention to Gale. “I care for you, deeply, and I want to be with you again, and I would like for the three of us to experience things together, sexually. That being said, most of the things that will occur between you and I when Astarion is with us, will not extend to when we’re alone. Not right now,”

She paused as she searched Gale’s face for any signs of disappointment or anger or regret, but instead she was met with a look of sad understanding. Fallon’s heart rate picked up, and she averted her gaze from Gale’s to stare at her plate instead. “Caring for you like I did before, trusting you with the final piece of my heart that allows me to feel safe being physically intimate with you, just the two of us…it fucking terrifies me, Gale, and I’m– I’m just not there yet. I’m not saying I won’t ever be, because I think I will eventually. Just not yet,” She could feel her throat constrict and tears welled in her eyes as her body and mind prepared to be emotionally naked in front of Gale, and to be rejected for it. After all, if she expected the worst, it would probably hurt less.

“If knowing there are limitations, that our physical relationship will be different than mine and Astarion’s, or the one I imagine you will grow to have with Astarion, is a deal-breaker for you–” The words were barely out of Fallon’s mouth before the tears in her eyes slid down her cheeks and onto her empty plate, and she heard the sound of a chair scraping against the hardwood floor, and the man who’d been sitting in it was dropping to his knees at Fallon’s side.

Gale reached forward and gently took Fallon’s chin in his hand with his fingers and turned her head so she was looking at him. He looked devastated. “Hearing that you think these boundaries would cause me to not want to be with you at all breaks my heart, because I know it is from how little you still think of yourself, and I know that a lot, if not all, of the blame for you still feeling this way could, and perhaps rightly should, be placed on me and how I mistreated you,” Another tear slid down Fallon’s cheek, and Gale gently wiped it away with his thumb. “Please hear me– I am literally on my knees begging you to hear me, Fallon– when I tell you that could tell me that you never wished to have sex with me again and it would not change the fact that I want to be with you, in any way you decide to grace me with. I truly mean it. That I am being granted even a fraction of your heart and body, after everything we’ve been through, that I have put you through, is not a gift I take for granted, or fail to cherish. Do you understand me?”

Fallon stared at Gale in silence for a moment as she searched his eyes for any deceit or ulterior motives, but there was none to be found. Fallon took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay,” She exhaled and cupped Gale’s face in her hands. “Okay.”

Gale breathed a sigh of relief and turned his face inward in her hands, closed his eyes and kissed the palm of her hand tenderly. When he looked at Fallon again, he took her hands in his, tenderly kissing her knuckles as he moved to get off the floor. The whole time she spoke to Gale, Fallon had not forgotten that Astarion was still in the room, and the way he handled the moment that just occurred made Fallon love him even more. Staying silent while Gale and Fallon talked was the most supportive thing Astarion could have done in that moment, and that he already knew that fact was what made Fallon certain this arrangement was going to work.

Fallon rewarded Astarion’s patience by rising from her chair and taking the three required steps to enter his space and before she could say anything, Astarion was already on his feet and closing the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “I’m so sorry, my love, I’m so sorry.” He apologized into her hair as he kissed her temple. Fallon shook her head. “You already know you’re forgiven.” She muttered against his neck, shaking her head. Fallon pulled back just far enough to look up at Astarion, only waiting a brief moment before capturing his lips with hers and kissing him deeply. Gods, she’d missed this. She’d missed him . She needed him. Hells, she needed them both. Fallon released herself from their kiss, but not Astarion’s arms as she extended one arm outward to Gale beckoning him over to join their hug wordlessly.

Gale did not hesitate, and Astarion took it upon himself to open his arms to let the sorcerer in, wrapping his arms around both Gale and Fallon as the three of them held each other. “This is going to work.” Fallon smiled as she angled her head to look at both Astarion and Gale, and the two of them nodded, smiling back at her as the tension dissolved from the room. Astarion let go of Fallon and Gale, taking a few steps back, interlacing his fingers with Fallon’s. When he opened his mouth, a new kind of tension sizzled in the air as he looked between Fallon and Gale: the kind left arousal pooling between Fallon’s thighs. “I know you said all was forgiven, darling, but we’re not quite done atoning. There is…one more thing that we had planned, just in case everything else went smoothly.” Astarion’s eyes had gone dark with desire as they scanned her body once more, undressing her with his eyes.

Gale took her other hand, and he and Astarion began walking backwards out of the dining room as they guided Fallon through the tower. “While I can assure you that we didn’t expect anything, you can’t blame us for hoping. I mean…look at you. We’d be fools not to hope.” A charming grin spread on his face, and it was one Fallon had seen many times just before Gale seduced her within an inch of her life. When they stopped outside of another closed door, Fallon’s heart did a backflip as she imagined what was on the other side. She looked from Gale to Astarion, the expressions on their faces mirrored each other. They were going to absolutely ruin her, and Fallon decided right then and there that if this was how she died, then it would be a hell of a way to go. A devilish grin of her own bloomed on Fallon’s face.

“Lead on, gentlemen.” She crooned, nodding her head towards the door, and it took all of her strength to not look too overeager at the thought of what awaited her on the other side.

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