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"He better get here fast, or there won't be any wine left," said Gale, as he poured the glasses for everyone at the table.
"If we don't get through at least three bottles tonight, I will be sorely disappointed," replied Aethelle, eagerly drinking the red.
"That's on all of you, then. Great wine tastes fine to me, but it's no substitute for the alternative." Astarion spoke as he swirled the wine tentatively.
"Surely there's some corrupt patriar nearby that you could drain dry," replied Shadowheart, sipping her wine.
"Oh do give me an address, my dear," the vampire smiled deliciously at Aethelle. "I would love to go on a little hunt later."
"No need!" called Ryn from the hallway. He entered the lounge, actually wearing casual clothing for once, and was curiously carrying a large barrel over his shoulder. He walked into the lounge and set the barrel next to Astarion with a thud. The paladin deftly took his sword and pried the lid off, looking quite proud of himself. Astarion's eyes widened.
"Ryndel, where in the Nine Hells did you get a barrel of blood?" asked Aethelle, concern raising in her voice. Astarion paid no mind to the conversation, swiftly filling his glass with the blood, and took a long drink.
"Ah, I could not let him go without! And I'd prefer to not see you on the brink of death ever again," said the paladin, gesturing to Aethelle. "So, I dropped by a butcher on the way home, and asked for all the blood they could muster!" Ryn plopped down into a chair at the table, beaming with satisfaction, and poured his glass of wine to the rim.
"Do tell me the Flaming Fist won't be on our doorstep soon," said Shadowheart dryly.
"Not at all! I simply told him we had a vampire problem."
The four companions blinked as they stared at Ryn.
"You what?!" asked Astarion.
"I told him I thought there was a vampire lurking around my house! He felt bad for me and gave me the whole barrel," the paladin roared with laughter. "If only he could see us now!"
The companions, now a little tipsy, laughed along with Ryn.
"Honestly, for all intents and purposes, that was probably the best way to go about it. I'm not complaining," the vampire smiled as he drank his second glass of the metallic red. "Thank you."
"It was also good for some gossip," smirked Ryn. "I overheard some servants on the way here. The story circulating is that the Viscount drank a little too much after your little scene," said Ryn as he pointed at Aethelle and Astarion, "and ran off with a courtesan."
Aethelle gasped, unable to contain her excitement. "Really?"
"Yes!" The paladin and sorceress laughed harder. "Now his name's sufficiently dragged through the mud along with his corpse."
"A toast, then," smiled Gale, raising his glass.
"To dead wizards!" shouted Aethelle, raising her glass.
"Hear, hear!" Ryn raised his glass.
"Clearly, you two are already drunk, because I think you're forgetting something," the wizard said sharply.
Aethelle blinked.
"To dead exes!" she shouted again, raising her glass.
"Hear, hear!" the paladin downed his drink.
"You know what? I'll take it." Gale downed his glass, followed by Shadowheart and Astarion.
"Ryn, do tell me you're going to come back to the Lower City with us tomorrow," asked Aethelle.
Ryn sighed and rubbed his chin with his hand, opening the second bottle of wine.
"What? Don't toy with me," the sorceress said in shock.
"No, I am not joking." He poured himself the wine as his friend looked on agape. "I should stay here for the time being and make sure none of this comes back on us. And if this great battle is indeed coming soon, let me stay and protect the Upper City best I can. I don't care for nobles, but nobody deserves to be casualties in this."
"But I... I wanted you to meet everyone." Aethelle looked up with him with heartbreak in her eyes.
Ryn chuckled and took another sip of the wine. "I will. How about this, when you finally defeat that big bad brain of yours, just tell me, and I'll meet you at the Elfsong after. But this time, when you leave the house, take your damned sending stone!"
The sorceress rolled her eyes, poured her glass, and took a drink. "I was only going to The Wide for fifteen minutes tops! I didn't think I needed it!"
"And now there's a worm in your head, so I rest my case," grinned the paladin.
"Hmph." Aethelle crossed her arms and pouted.
"You're so cute when you don't get what you want." Astarion pinched the sorceress's cheek.
"Stop it!" She playfully slapped him away while he laughed at her agitation.
"Perhaps when this is all over, you two could have a proper wedding," Shadowheart mentioned casually as she poured her next glass.
"It would be a momentous occasion indeed. Ramazith's Tower would certainly be a good spot, and I'm sure Rolan would be more than accommodating," added Gale, who was already almost done with his next glass.
"You know, you might be two for two on ideas, Gale." Astarion had made quite the dent in the barrel at this point. It was to be expected, as he would have never leveraged such a compliment towards Gale unless sufficiently drunk.
Gale outstretched his arms and beamed. "Here I am, saving the day as usual!" Shadowheart snorted and took a bigger sip of wine.
"I'm going to ignore that, Shadowheart." Gale downed in glass in response.
"Maybe for fireworks you could blow yourself up, Gale," the sorceress said nonchalantly.
"Yes, yes, always with the orb jests." The wizard poured another glass and drank. "When we get to the Elder Brain, don't be surprised when I blow it up with you all along with it!"
The companions instantly looked at Gale, eyes wide.
"That's what I thought," he said as he sipped his wine. "Besides Aethelle, if I really wanted to torture you, I could ask why Halsin looks quite adoringly at you when you pass by?" The wizard grinned wickedly.
"Now wait a second—"
"I've noticed that too. I'm glad I wasn't the only one," Shadowheart said, cutting off Aethelle.
Astarion could barely contain his laughter. Aethelle's face went red as the wine.
"That’s one of your druids, correct?" asked Ryn. "What's he like?"
"Yes, Aethelle," Astarion said between his laughs, wiping a tear from his eye. "Do tell us what the druid is like."
The companions drank and tormented each other the rest of the night. The wine flowed like their laughter, and for at least one night in their adventure, things were a little lighter.
Aethelle and Astarion had slightly come off their drunken stupor, but not completely. They laughed and stumbled through the gardens behind the sorceress's home. Everyone else was asleep, and even Ryn had stayed in a guest room that night, too drunk to walk the short distance next door. As they walked through the night illuminated by the moon, they stopped at the gazebo strewn with hydrangeas and trailing vines. A chaise and silk cushions decorated the outdoor hideaway, and the two lovers sat down, holding each other through their giggling.
"What a beautiful night," sighed Aethelle. "I feel so free."
"And how does it feel, my love?" Astarion's arms tightened around her.
"Like I could melt away into these cushions and feel no worry ever again," laughed the sorceress, laying her body down with her legs over Astarion's lap. "At least, until the tadpole turns me into a mind-flayer."
"Yes, I do suppose we still need to take care of that," chuckled Astarion, rubbing her thighs.
"I suppose there's perhaps a more pressing matter to take care of tonight," said Aethelle in response to his touch, her voice sultry.
"Are you sure, darling?" responded Astarion. "You've had quite the day."
The sorceress sat up to face him. She wrapped her arms around his arm nearest to her, and lay her head against his shoulder.
"Astarion," began Aethelle meekly. "Can I tell you something?"
The vampire furrowed his brow with concern. "Of course, what is it?"
Aethelle looked around and gestured out to the greenery before them. "I spent a majority of my life in these gardens, waiting for something to happen. Anything at all."
Astarion kept quiet, listening intently.
"Then one day, I fell in love. And because I fell in love, I..." her voice trailed off.
"No. Because of terrible choices by terrible people, I died." Aethelle laughed in disbelief.
"For a long time after, I would lay in these gardens, thinking that..." The sorceress's voice cracked, and she exhaled deeply.
"Thinking that death would have been the preferable option."
Astarion wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.
"I'm glad you're here with me," Astarion said softly.
The two sat in silence as they held each other.
"Do you know why I trusted you all this time?" Her voice was muffled as she buried her face into his chest.
The sorceress raised her face to his. "Because I could see you."
Astarion leaned closer to her and whispered against her lips.
"You could always see me."
"Yes," she murmured, her lips brushing against his. "And you could see me, too."
The two shared a tender kiss, holding each other to the rustle of leaves and the patter of a fountain.
She pulled away for a brief moment, their lips still close enough to touch.
"And it all only makes me want you more."
Their eyes met, and the two kissed fiercely. The two lay down on the chaise on their sides, still holding each other through their kiss.
The vampire ran his hand up beneath her silken blouse, his cool touch against her skin. She took the wandering hand with hers, bringing his knuckles up to her lips before kissing him gently. Aethelle sat up and removed her top, then tugged at Astarion's as well. He smiled and sat up as well, pulling his shirt over his head.
She rolled them over, laying on top of him on the chaise. As they continued with their kiss, Astarion wrapped his arms around her, and undid the clasp of her bra. Aethelle leaned up to toss it to the ground before pressing herself against him once more.
Suddenly the sky cracked with thunder, causing the two lovers to wince in shock. As the rain poured around the gazebo, they laughed at their surprise. Aethelle got up from the chaise, causing Astarion to lean up in confusion.
"What is it?" asked the rogue.
The sorceress didn't reply as she walked out into the rain, letting it soak her completely. She laughed and ran her hands through her drenched hair as she spun. Astarion looked on and felt his body ache as Aethelle unbuttoned her pants, slipping the last bit of clothing from her body. She stood bare, laughing with her arms outstretched, as she let the rain wash over her.
Astarion walked over to her, feeling the droplets on his skin and the wet curls on his face. As he joined her, she looked up at him adoringly, beaming with happiness.
"I love you. I want this, forever."
He picked her up and spun her in the pouring rain. They kissed as the water dripped down their skin, slipping between their interlocked bodies.
The sorceress couldn't help but laugh as he carried her back under the gazebo. Astarion laid her back down on the chaise, swiftly unbuttoning his pants before climbing on top of her.
"I love you too."
Aethelle pulled him into her, their lips meeting again. She ran her hands over his back, gliding effortlessly from the slick rain. Astarion groaned into her at her touch, and the sorceress felt her body tighten as the vampire's length twitched against her thigh.
She pushed the two of them onto their sides, her leg swinging over to wrap around his waist. He gripped her thigh with his hand and brought his other hand down to her clit, circling it with his fingertips. Aethelle stifled her moan by biting gently onto the vampire's shoulder, which only made his cock twitch eagerly again from between her legs. She brought her hand down to his shaft and rubbed it against her sheath, coating him with her mess.
Astarion hissed as she bucked her hips, her slit running back and forth over him. Her hand that was underneath his cock kept him held firmly in place against her. He responded by quickening his pace with his fingers and softly biting her ear. The sudden change caused her to bite harder against his shoulder.
The sorceress dropped her hand from his length briefly to insert a finger into herself. Astarion’s mind went blank and he groaned at the sight, then gasped as she removed her finger and began working her hand up and down his girth. He was now so slick that her hand moved effortlessly against him.
Astarion ran his hand from her thigh up to her ass and gripped at her skin. He angled Aethelle so that he could place his tip against her slit, and thrusted into her seamlessly. The two elves moaned as he settled within her with ease.
Both of them began to move against each other, the noises they made covered up by the heavy rain around them. Aethelle quivered as she felt him move deeper into her, her abdomen tensing more and more. Astarion felt her body constrict around him and he desperately quickened his pace.
Suddenly, she pushed herself off him, their separation causing both of them to sigh. The sorceress rolled over, facing away from him, and backed herself against him. The rogue’s chest now pressed against her back, he lifted her thigh up slightly to insert himself once more. She dropped her hand to her clit and began circling it again.
Astarion moved his hand from her thigh to her hips and angled her to take in more of him. Aethelle groaned as he held her body firmly and impatiently thrusted into her. The sounds of thunder blocked out the sounds of their bodies moving against each other. As she felt her legs begin to tremble, Astarion buried his head into her shoulder. As he groaned into her, his quickened pace accidentally caused his fang to slice a small cut into her back. He promptly paused for a moment and lay still. To his surprise, she moaned at the fleeting pain. He leaned down to press his tongue against the droplets of blood. The sorceress whined in pleasure as she haphazardly moaned, her voice a cacophony of noises.
"Astarion, please," whispered the sorceress. "Make me yours."
The rogue felt his mind snap as he bucked against her with no control of himself. Her moans only encouraged him further, and as he grew more ravenous, Aethelle reached back and grabbed Astarion’s hip to brace herself against him.

"He better get here fast, or there won't be any wine left," said Gale, as he poured the glasses for everyone at the table.

"If we don't get through at least three bottles tonight, I will be sorely disappointed," replied Aethelle, eagerly drinking the red.

"That's on all of you, then. Great wine tastes fine to me, but it's no substitute for the alternative." Astarion spoke as he swirled the wine tentatively.

"Surely there's some corrupt patriar nearby that you could drain dry," replied Shadowheart, sipping her wine.

"Oh do give me an address, my dear," the vampire smiled deliciously at Aethelle. "I would love to go on a little hunt later."

"No need!" called Ryn from the hallway. He entered the lounge, actually wearing casual clothing for once, and was curiously carrying a large barrel over his shoulder. He walked into the lounge and set the barrel next to Astarion with a thud. The paladin deftly took his sword and pried the lid off, looking quite proud of himself. Astarion's eyes widened.

"Ryndel, where in the Nine Hells did you get a barrel of blood?" asked Aethelle, concern raising in her voice. Astarion paid no mind to the conversation, swiftly filling his glass with the blood, and took a long drink.

"Ah, I could not let him go without! And I'd prefer to not see you on the brink of death ever again," said the paladin, gesturing to Aethelle. "So, I dropped by a butcher on the way home, and asked for all the blood they could muster!" Ryn plopped down into a chair at the table, beaming with satisfaction, and poured his glass of wine to the rim.

"Do tell me the Flaming Fist won't be on our doorstep soon," said Shadowheart dryly.

"Not at all! I simply told him we had a vampire problem."

The four companions blinked as they stared at Ryn.

"You what?!" asked Astarion.

"I told him I thought there was a vampire lurking around my house! He felt bad for me and gave me the whole barrel," the paladin roared with laughter. "If only he could see us now!"

The companions, now a little tipsy, laughed along with Ryn.

"Honestly, for all intents and purposes, that was probably the best way to go about it. I'm not complaining," the vampire smiled as he drank his second glass of the metallic red. "Thank you."

"It was also good for some gossip," smirked Ryn. "I overheard some servants on the way here. The story circulating is that the Viscount drank a little too much after your little scene," said Ryn as he pointed at Aethelle and Astarion, "and ran off with a courtesan."

Aethelle gasped, unable to contain her excitement. "Really?"

"Yes!" The paladin and sorceress laughed harder. "Now his name's sufficiently dragged through the mud along with his corpse."

"A toast, then," smiled Gale, raising his glass.

"To dead wizards!" shouted Aethelle, raising her glass.

"Hear, hear!" Ryn raised his glass.

"Clearly, you two are already drunk, because I think you're forgetting something," the wizard said sharply.

Aethelle blinked.

"To dead exes!" she shouted again, raising her glass.

"Hear, hear!" the paladin downed his drink.

"You know what? I'll take it." Gale downed his glass, followed by Shadowheart and Astarion.

"Ryn, do tell me you're going to come back to the Lower City with us tomorrow," asked Aethelle.

Ryn sighed and rubbed his chin with his hand, opening the second bottle of wine.

"What? Don't toy with me," the sorceress said in shock.

"No, I am not joking." He poured himself the wine as his friend looked on agape. "I should stay here for the time being and make sure none of this comes back on us. And if this great battle is indeed coming soon, let me stay and protect the Upper City best I can. I don't care for nobles, but nobody deserves to be casualties in this."

"But I... I wanted you to meet everyone." Aethelle looked up with him with heartbreak in her eyes.

Ryn chuckled and took another sip of the wine. "I will. How about this, when you finally defeat that big bad brain of yours, just tell me, and I'll meet you at the Elfsong after. But this time, when you leave the house, take your damned sending stone!"

The sorceress rolled her eyes, poured her glass, and took a drink. "I was only going to The Wide for fifteen minutes tops! I didn't think I needed it!"

"And now there's a worm in your head, so I rest my case," grinned the paladin.

"Hmph." Aethelle crossed her arms and pouted.

"You're so cute when you don't get what you want." Astarion pinched the sorceress's cheek.

"Stop it!" She playfully slapped him away while he laughed at her agitation.

"Perhaps when this is all over, you two could have a proper wedding," Shadowheart mentioned casually as she poured her next glass.

"It would be a momentous occasion indeed. Ramazith's Tower would certainly be a good spot, and I'm sure Rolan would be more than accommodating," added Gale, who was already almost done with his next glass.

"You know, you might be two for two on ideas, Gale." Astarion had made quite the dent in the barrel at this point. It was to be expected, as he would have never leveraged such a compliment towards Gale unless sufficiently drunk.

Gale outstretched his arms and beamed. "Here I am, saving the day as usual!" Shadowheart snorted and took a bigger sip of wine.

"I'm going to ignore that, Shadowheart." Gale downed in glass in response.

"Maybe for fireworks you could blow yourself up, Gale," the sorceress said nonchalantly.

"Yes, yes, always with the orb jests." The wizard poured another glass and drank. "When we get to the Elder Brain, don't be surprised when I blow it up with you all along with it!"

The companions instantly looked at Gale, eyes wide.

"That's what I thought," he said as he sipped his wine. "Besides Aethelle, if I really wanted to torture you, I could ask why Halsin looks quite adoringly at you when you pass by?" The wizard grinned wickedly.

"Now wait a second—"

"I've noticed that too. I'm glad I wasn't the only one," Shadowheart said, cutting off Aethelle.

Astarion could barely contain his laughter. Aethelle's face went red as the wine.

"That’s one of your druids, correct?" asked Ryn. "What's he like?"

"Yes, Aethelle," Astarion said between his laughs, wiping a tear from his eye. "Do tell us what the druid is like."

The companions drank and tormented each other the rest of the night. The wine flowed like their laughter, and for at least one night in their adventure, things were a little lighter.

Aethelle and Astarion had slightly come off their drunken stupor, but not completely. They laughed and stumbled through the gardens behind the sorceress's home. Everyone else was asleep, and even Ryn had stayed in a guest room that night, too drunk to walk the short distance next door. As they walked through the night illuminated by the moon, they stopped at the gazebo strewn with hydrangeas and trailing vines. A chaise and silk cushions decorated the outdoor hideaway, and the two lovers sat down, holding each other through their giggling.

"What a beautiful night," sighed Aethelle. "I feel so free."

"And how does it feel, my love?" Astarion's arms tightened around her.

"Like I could melt away into these cushions and feel no worry ever again," laughed the sorceress, laying her body down with her legs over Astarion's lap. "At least, until the tadpole turns me into a mind-flayer."

"Yes, I do suppose we still need to take care of that," chuckled Astarion, rubbing her thighs.

"I suppose there's perhaps a more pressing matter to take care of tonight," said Aethelle in response to his touch, her voice sultry.

"Are you sure, darling?" responded Astarion. "You've had quite the day."

The sorceress sat up to face him. She wrapped her arms around his arm nearest to her, and lay her head against his shoulder.

"Astarion," began Aethelle meekly. "Can I tell you something?"

The vampire furrowed his brow with concern. "Of course, what is it?"

Aethelle looked around and gestured out to the greenery before them. "I spent a majority of my life in these gardens, waiting for something to happen. Anything at all."

Astarion kept quiet, listening intently.

"Then one day, I fell in love. And because I fell in love, I..." her voice trailed off.

"No. Because of terrible choices by terrible people, I died." Aethelle laughed in disbelief.

"For a long time after, I would lay in these gardens, thinking that..." The sorceress's voice cracked, and she exhaled deeply.

"Thinking that death would have been the preferable option."

Astarion wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.

"I'm glad you're here with me," Astarion said softly.

The two sat in silence as they held each other.

"Do you know why I trusted you all this time?" Her voice was muffled as she buried her face into his chest.

The sorceress raised her face to his. "Because I could see you."

Astarion leaned closer to her and whispered against her lips.

"You could always see me."

"Yes," she murmured, her lips brushing against his. "And you could see me, too."

The two shared a tender kiss, holding each other to the rustle of leaves and the patter of a fountain.

She pulled away for a brief moment, their lips still close enough to touch.

"And it all only makes me want you more."

Their eyes met, and the two kissed fiercely. The two lay down on the chaise on their sides, still holding each other through their kiss.

The vampire ran his hand up beneath her silken blouse, his cool touch against her skin. She took the wandering hand with hers, bringing his knuckles up to her lips before kissing him gently. Aethelle sat up and removed her top, then tugged at Astarion's as well. He smiled and sat up as well, pulling his shirt over his head.

She rolled them over, laying on top of him on the chaise. As they continued with their kiss, Astarion wrapped his arms around her, and undid the clasp of her bra. Aethelle leaned up to toss it to the ground before pressing herself against him once more.

Suddenly the sky cracked with thunder, causing the two lovers to wince in shock. As the rain poured around the gazebo, they laughed at their surprise. Aethelle got up from the chaise, causing Astarion to lean up in confusion.

"What is it?" asked the rogue.

The sorceress didn't reply as she walked out into the rain, letting it soak her completely. She laughed and ran her hands through her drenched hair as she spun. Astarion looked on and felt his body ache as Aethelle unbuttoned her pants, slipping the last bit of clothing from her body. She stood bare, laughing with her arms outstretched, as she let the rain wash over her.

Astarion walked over to her, feeling the droplets on his skin and the wet curls on his face. As he joined her, she looked up at him adoringly, beaming with happiness.

"I love you. I want this, forever."

He picked her up and spun her in the pouring rain. They kissed as the water dripped down their skin, slipping between their interlocked bodies.

The sorceress couldn't help but laugh as he carried her back under the gazebo. Astarion laid her back down on the chaise, swiftly unbuttoning his pants before climbing on top of her.

"I love you too."

Aethelle pulled him into her, their lips meeting again. She ran her hands over his back, gliding effortlessly from the slick rain. Astarion groaned into her at her touch, and the sorceress felt her body tighten as the vampire's length twitched against her thigh.

She pushed the two of them onto their sides, her leg swinging over to wrap around his waist. He gripped her thigh with his hand and brought his other hand down to her clit, circling it with his fingertips. Aethelle stifled her moan by biting gently onto the vampire's shoulder, which only made his cock twitch eagerly again from between her legs. She brought her hand down to his shaft and rubbed it against her sheath, coating him with her mess.

Astarion hissed as she bucked her hips, her slit running back and forth over him. Her hand that was underneath his cock kept him held firmly in place against her. He responded by quickening his pace with his fingers and softly biting her ear. The sudden change caused her to bite harder against his shoulder.

The sorceress dropped her hand from his length briefly to insert a finger into herself. Astarion’s mind went blank and he groaned at the sight, then gasped as she removed her finger and began working her hand up and down his girth. He was now so slick that her hand moved effortlessly against him.

Astarion ran his hand from her thigh up to her ass and gripped at her skin. He angled Aethelle so that he could place his tip against her slit, and thrusted into her seamlessly. The two elves moaned as he settled within her with ease.

Both of them began to move against each other, the noises they made covered up by the heavy rain around them. Aethelle quivered as she felt him move deeper into her, her abdomen tensing more and more. Astarion felt her body constrict around him and he desperately quickened his pace.

Suddenly, she pushed herself off him, their separation causing both of them to sigh. The sorceress rolled over, facing away from him, and backed herself against him. The rogue’s chest now pressed against her back, he lifted her thigh up slightly to insert himself once more. She dropped her hand to her clit and began circling it again.

Astarion moved his hand from her thigh to her hips and angled her to take in more of him. Aethelle groaned as he held her body firmly and impatiently thrusted into her. The sounds of thunder blocked out the sounds of their bodies moving against each other. As she felt her legs begin to tremble, Astarion buried his head into her shoulder. As he groaned into her, his quickened pace accidentally caused his fang to slice a small cut into her back. He promptly paused for a moment and lay still. To his surprise, she moaned at the fleeting pain. He leaned down to press his tongue against the droplets of blood. The sorceress whined in pleasure as she haphazardly moaned, her voice a cacophony of noises.

"Astarion, please," whispered the sorceress. "Make me yours."

The rogue felt his mind snap as he bucked against her with no control of himself. Her moans only encouraged him further, and as he grew more ravenous, Aethelle reached back and grabbed Astarion’s hip to brace herself against him.