Gale Smooches: 33, 41, 50

Gale smooches: 33, 41, 50 💜💋

It took a while, but the answers are here, enjoy! Tavs here will be different.

33. Kiss in a dream

When Laerie opened her eyes to a lavender-coloured sky, she inwardly sighed. Another meeting with false Mira, who did not even bother to dress like her best friend. Another talk of her "potential", another morning spent as if she had never meditated. Laerie stood up unwillingly and looked around.

The elf found herself on the same rock, floating in the Astral plane, with ruins of ancient temples around her. However the false Mira, that Dream guardian, was nowhere to be found. Laerie carefully stepped to the edge of the rock and looked down. What she saw was unexpected.

On another floating island further down there was a figure clad in violet, sitting on the precipice and looking far into the sky. On a closer inspection she found out it was Gale, who appeared to dangle his legs. She found it amusing. Laerie suddenly remembered their kiss in the Weave and his rejection the next night. He said it was the Orb that prevented him from getting "too excited". The elf had been pleased, that she had been able to excite him to the verge of eruption. But nevertheless, she wanted at least to share a kiss. If it was a dream, if Gale was not real anyway, maybe she could fulfil her own desire?

She jumped and gently landed right behind the wizard. He turned around and raised his brows in surprise.

'I didn't think I could summon people I wanted to see by thinking about them intensely.' He smiled. 'Anyway, come here, my dream Laerie, my dearest elf.'

That version of Gale was a bit too close to a real one. With one exception – he would never called her "dearest", he wouldn't have such feelings for her. But it was pleasant to listen to.

'I came by my own will,' she answered and got to her knees by his side. 'And I will do exactly what I intend to.'

'Colour me intrigued. What...' he didn't have time to answer, because Laerie took his face into her hands and kissed him. He froze for a moment, but then gave in. He tasted of rosewater, as the Weave, electricity was tickling on his impossibly soft lips. She didn't quite understand how it happened, but suddenly their tongues were caressing each other, the kiss became messy and needy. Yet she still felt the airiness of the kiss, as if only their spirits were kissing. He put his arm around her waist and pulled. She tried to straddle him, but felt her knee slipping, and then they were swirling together towards the void.

She jolted awake, surrounded by the glowing fungi of the Underdark. The dream was so vivid, that she remembered all the details. Laerie touched her lips and smiled.

When the whole camp gathered for breakfast, Gale seemed more excited than usual.

'I tried lucid dreaming last night.' He began. 'Imagine, in my dream I conjured up the same Astral plane where we meet the Guardian.'

'Thankfully the Guardian was not there,' Laerie said without thinking. Suddenly everyone was silent. She looked up at him and saw an astonished face. Then she understood. In a dream she was with Gale, with real Gale. And he called her "dearest".

41. Forbidden kiss

'Why are you awake at this hour?' Gale closed his book and looked at Kitani curiously. 'If you're going to kill me like you did Alfira, I have to remind you that it will bring destruction to everyone here, including you. Maybe it will make you reconsider.'

Kitani's face became sombre. She said:

'I hope no other innocent dies at my hands.' She pierced him with her eyes. 'Not you, I'd rather die myself.'

'I'm sorry, Tani, I rarely see you at night, let alone in my tent,' he sighed and gestured to his side. 'Anyway, I don't want to be a bad host. Sit and feel yourself at home.'

Kitani wanted to say that just seeing him made her feel at home, for she didn't remember if she had ever had one. She sat next to him, casually brushing her knee with his thigh.

'What do you think of the concept of forbidden fruit?" she tilted her head to the side and curved her lips into a smile.

'Oh, I have one in my chest already, I'll think a hundred times before pursuing another.' His eyes were said.

'Sorry, I wanted it to sound seductive.' She moved her head closer to his face. When he furrowed his brows, she continued. 'They say, forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. I wanted to test it. It's not exactly about the Orb,' she added and then pursed her lips. When he opened his mouth to say something, she interrupted him: 'I want to kiss you. I know we cannot kiss because of this,' she pointed on the scar, 'but maybe a just a little peck will be alright? The thoughts of your lips are driving me mad, I cannot sleep, I cannot concentrate on spells. Maybe if I taste you, it will calm down.'

'I don't think it will.' He chuckled. 'But now that you planted that seed in my mind, I will not stop until I test your hypothesis.' Then his smile widened, and she felt she couldn't wait any longer.

She leaned further and tentatively ghosted his lips with her own. Then, without any reaction from the Orb, she planted a chaste kiss. He gladly reciprocated. Still Gale's chest appeared to look the same way. They deepened the kiss, he put his hand in her hair, she placed her hand on his scar. She was ready to forget how to breathe, when he put his tongue in her mouth. She moaned...

And then they were blinded by a flash of light, and Kitani felt Gale wince under her in pain. She drew back immediately.

'I'm sorry, it was so stupid of me, I never wanted to hurt you...' she started apologising. Gale put his hand on hers, and she looked up at him. The other wizard looked pale and feverish, but he had a drunken smile on his lips.

'Every second of our kiss was worth the pain, Tani.'

50. In Secret Kiss

The tieflings at the Last Light inn had a party, celebrating the rescue of their friends and loved ones. Naturally, their saviour were at the centre of attention. Imogen was showing druidic magic tricks while she noticed a bunch of women around Gale. They looked flustered and enchanted, while he was telling them some stories. Rationally Imogen knew that he loved her, and he wouldn't be swayed by any of these admirers. But her wild nature egged her on to take him by the hand, pin him to the wall and make her lover forget everyone else but her.

She was unable to do it now, of course. Too many people, and, moreover, the promise she gave Gale to keep their relationship a secret for now. Suddenly she noticed one of the tiefling women touching Gale's leg with her tail. Imogen's legs stood up on their own, and in a second she found herself near him. He turned his head and greeted her:

'My time is yours. What do you need?' Only when she heard him say these words she understood what a stupid situation she found herself in. Well, she had to play along.

'Can you help me prepare for our march to the Thorm Mausoleum tomorrow? I still cannot figure everything out.'

He looked puzzled, but nodded: 'Alright, let's go.'

She took him by the hand and led upstairs to a small secluded room filled with brooms and supplies.

'Are you sure it is the best place to talk about our strategy?' He raised a brow sceptically.

'Well, I needed an excuse no one would question,' Imogen shrugged. 'I just wanted to kiss you, that's all.'

As the understanding dawned on him, Gale smiled widely. 'You could just use the tadpole, but I appreciate your effort.' Then he put his hand on her neck and pressed his lips on hers. Two kiss-starved and touch-starved people still couldn't be sated by drinking each other in. They drowned in each other not noticing anything but their warm wet lips.

Suddenly the noise from the celebration became louder. When they parted and looked at the door, they saw an amused grey-haired half-elf.

'I won't say I find this place romantic,' Jaheira said, 'but who am I to judge.'

No beta, we die like my sleep schedule.

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My legacy

If you feel like writing it, would be awesome to see more of your take on Modern AU with Professor Dekarios. 🙂

I read 'Thirst Thoughts' and it sure is 🔥

Thank you so much! Have you read The Blue Flower? It is actually written with my Modern AU Tav Kitani (yes, in my head I develop Modern AU with one character). I think I'll end up like @auroraesmeraldarose with one fic set in Faerun and another fic in Modern AU.

Sorry that it took so long to answer! Here is a little peak into that AU, although not so hot this time. It just came to me this way.

Coffee

Kitani's mood was just as bad as that powdered coffee she was trying to drink. She spent the whole night finishing her report for the conference she currently attended. She had to deliver the report in the next section, and due to lack of sleep she had to consume some caffeine during this coffee break. Kitani had to concentrate, or she would make a mistake. And in that case her ever-present academic rival would not fail to point at it. Of course he would deliver in the same section. Maybe his performance would have been more suitable at the general section, with his overconfidence. But he did make decent research. One of the best scholars, who researched Victorian poetry, that she could not take from him.

She looked into the cheap plastic cup and sighed. Practically all her fellow lecturers, as well as professors and assistants around her were holding paper cups from the small coffeeshop on the ground floor. Her finances, though, wouldn't allow her to throw around money on cups of coffee. At least in her department they had a decent coffee machine. She gathered her will, took a sip and winced.

'How can you endure the, erm, flavour of this concoction, doctor Kuoroa?' She heard the familiar baritone and turned her head. Just next to her stood the very person she had thought about just now. A mane of brown hair with with grey streaks, rectangular glasses and a wide genuine smile – the standard view she had got used to during the last couple of conferences. And, of course, a paper cup in his hand.

'Not all of us have professor's salary, doctor Dekarios,' she quipped, 'some of us have to ration their consumption to survive.' The reaction was unexpected. She thought he would laugh and tease her, maybe make a bad joke. Instead he furrowed his brow in concern for a second, but then smiled again:

'Cannot argue with that. But if, theoretically, you had spare money to buy coffee, which one would it be?'

'Well,' she laughed, 'not the one i'm holding, that's for sure. I bet it would be latte with lavender syrup.'

'He looked genuinely surprised. She wanted to know why:

'Is something the matter? You look as if you've found out I'm a werewolf.'

'Not exactly,' he chuckled, 'I just thought you liked your coffee as you wore your makeup – completely black. It's not a slight on your appearance, doctor Kuoroa, just an observation.'

'I'm full of surprises,' she said, 'that are yet to be uncovered.'

'If it's a challenge, I'll gladly take it up. Now excuse me, I'll be right back.' With that he disappeared in the crowd. Kitani's coffee was already cold and undrinkable, so she decided to leave it on the table. Well, without caffeine she would have to survive on her own venom. She had plenty of it, for sure.

In a couple of minutes she was already moving towards the conference-hall, when suddenly she heard her name. "Doctor Kuoroa, please, wait a bit!" It was doctor Dekarios, now holding two paper cups, one in each hand. He approached Kitani and outstretched his left hand towards her:

'That's yours. Your luck they had lavender syrup.'

She looked at the cup in disbelief:

'I told you, I cannot pay you...'

'You don't need to. Consider it a present. Besides,' he added with a wink, 'I need my favourite academic rival in good shape!"

'Okay, then,' she took the offered cup, 'I'll show no mercy towards your report.'

'I'll be looking forward to it,' he said excitedly.

She took a sip of her new coffee. This lavender latte felt heavenly. Not because it was just a good coffee, but because someone let her a hand in dire times.

No beta we die like overexhausted academics.

Half a century later they invented spiritualism and got themselves busy speaking to ghosts XD

reading about serial killers in the 1800s and they had female incels I guess