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How about 17 from that meme you just reblogged? The love marks one... for whoever inspo strikes

Gale prided himself on his restraint, and his sense of discretion. After a year of fighting with the orb in his chest, and the years preceding of being an archmage and Mystra’s Chosen, he thought he was well-versed in showing self-discipline when the situation called for it. Even today, without his previous responsibilities and concerns, he was certainly regarded as the self-controlled, respectable “adult” of the group (after Jaheira and Halsin).

And he had to put every ounce of self-restraint that he had to use now, as he watched Devi smooth-talk a merchant into giving her a better deal on clothing. She had done a good job in concealing the marks he'd left on her fair skin last night (... and that morning, if he were to be honest), but he could still get a peek of a bruise marring her rose tattoo on her neck. He felt a little burst of heat below his stomach, remembering how she'd acquired that little mark…

He couldn't ever hope to get enough of this woman, this perfect bundle of sass and fiery temper and passionate kisses. With a little grunt, he navigated them both to his already-rumpled bedroll, pinning her beneath his heavier body. He could feel her fingers diving between them, fumbling to undo the laces of his pants and briefs as she fiercely kissed him. As he started kissing his way over her neck, she found his hard cock with her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pumping up and down his length; he groaned, his teeth closing over her skin to keep his sounds muffled. She had no such reservations about being quiet, and squealed in pleasure as he bit her, the sound making him want her even more–

He blinked, trying to get his mind back on the current moment. Thankful that his long robe disguised most of his arousal, he still casually folded his hands before him, watching as Devi let herself be measured up by the seamstress of this little shop in Wyrm’s Crossing. She had taken her armour off, and now stood in just a tunic and pants, extending her arms out to the side, with a bit of a cautious look at Gale and Jaheira to make sure she was doing what was expected of her. Growing up as impoverished as she had, she clearly had never been properly measured for clothing before.

The seamstress clucked approvingly, running her tape measure over various parts of Devi's body. The petite half-Elf turned, letting her arms be measured. Her sleeve rode up on her arm, revealing another little mark on her wrist that made Gale feel another burst of proud heat, deep within…

Her hands fascinated him; smaller than his, deft with lockpicks, almost delicate with how small she was. He caught her hand as she was about to stroke his hair back, pressing kisses to her palm and fingers. Encouraged by the way her breath caught at his motions, he continued on, his lips exploring her skin as he moved over her wrist, settling over her pulse point. He looked up and met her eyes before he sucked hard on her wrist, making her gasp in pleasure. His tongue licked the mark he had left on her skin in apology before she grabbed his hair with her other hand and pulled his face toward her for a kiss–

Jaheira elbowed Gale hard in the side, jolting him out of his pleasant memories. “Don't they teach you wizards anything about subtlety?” she hissed.

Trying to settle his heart rate down, Gale blinked innocently at Jaheira. “What? I'm just standing here!”

“Your robes only hide so much, wizard,” Jaheira muttered. “Don't think I didn't notice you checking your girl out.”

“... Can I not admire the love of my life?” Gale asked. “Watching her being properly measured is cute.”

Jaheira rolled her eyes. “There's watching her, and then there's trying to undress her with just your eyes.”

Gale flushed, but couldn't refute Jaheira’s point. He just watched as the seamstress moved to Devi’s legs. The hands holding the measuring tape went between her legs to measure her inseam; Devi almost hid her wince at a hand pressing a little too hard on her inner thigh. The seamstress looked up. “Are you all right, Miss?”

Her cheeks going pink, Devi nodded. “Yes. Just a… just a bruise there.” She noted the seamstress’ eyebrows rising. “From, uh… playing with my dog?”

The seamstress clearly wasn't fooled, from how her lips pressed together like she was trying to not grin. “Of course. Dogs do like to play rough, don't they?”

Gale felt his ears heat up at Jaheira’s soft snort. He met Devi's gaze, and saw his little thief wink at him, despite her blush. That nearly made him groan out loud as he remembered leaving that particular bruise on her thigh…

If the hells were real, then so was heaven. And Gale was sure he'd found heaven right here, as he buried his face in between Devi’s thighs, eagerly licking up every drop of her arousal. He could feel her legs on his shoulders trembling, as he brought her closer to the peak of pleasure. Her whimpers urged him on, fucking her with his lips and tongue until he pulled away just before she could climax, kissing over her inner thighs instead. Her frustrated whine of his name made him grin. “Patience, my star,” he teased her, nibbling her delicate skin. “I plan on leaving you a shaking, sobbing wreck by the time I'm done with you tonight.” He grunted as she gave his hair a hard tug, trying to get his face back to where she clearly wanted him to be; he retaliated with a nip to her thigh, not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to bruise. His grin widened when she whimpered in pleasure at the bite, pressing her thigh tighter against his head as though trying to get him to bruise her again–

This time, it was Karlach elbowing him on the other side. “You are as obvious as an ogre in the Gate,” she muttered.

Gale frowned at the tiefling, then shifted his weight and his hands in front of his body, trying to be a little more discreet with hiding how much he was enjoying the sight of the little marks that he'd left on Devi. The way his little thief winked at him again as she turned on the stool at the seamstress’ direction didn't do a thing to help him master his body. If anything, Gale swore she was standing in such a way as to emphasize her hips for his gaze. The little minx.

Devi's shirt lifted as she raised her arms at the seamstress’ order, revealing the start of a line of bruises over her hip, very clearly left from little bites along her fair skin. Gale felt the urge to squirm as Jaheira, Karlach, and the seamstress all turned to look at him; he just smirked, proud of the marks he had left on his beloved, proof that she was all his. The seamstress chuckled and went back to her task, shaking her head.

“You two definitely had a wild night,” Karlach commented in an undertone. “No wonder Halsin looked like he hadn't slept at all this morning…”

Gale winced slightly. The memory of Halsin’s scowls that morning were still fresh in his mind. “Remind me later that I owe him an apology for forgetting about the sound dampening ward,” he muttered.

Karlach snorted, then peered at Gale before reaching over and pulling the shoulder of his robe to the side. She raised an eyebrow when she saw the start of his own small bruises, left by Devi's teeth on his neck and shoulder while he'd ravished her last night. “Man, you two like it rough!”

“I prefer to think of it as ‘passionate’,” Gale mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up to match his burning ears. “If you think that's bad, you should see my back after she scratched–”

“No, no, I do not want to know,” Jaheira interrupted. “I already know too much.”

“... Tell me later,” Karlach stage-whispered with a grin. “Either you or Devi.”

Gale chuckled, then watched as Devi hopped off the stool and started putting her armour back on. Still looking immensely amused, the seamstress looked up from scribbling in a book. “Come back tomorrow afternoon, and I'll have that new outfit ready for you, Miss.” She grinned impishly. “And let your man know that if he manages to tear even my stitches while he's getting it off of you, I'll be suitably impressed… and I'll cut him a good deal to mend your clothes.”

Devi flushed to the same colour as her hair as Gale coughed. “Duly noted,” the wizard mumbled, hearing Karlach snicker.

The group stepped back out into the daylight, falling into step with the busy crowds. Jaheira took the lead, bringing the four back to Sharess’ Caress. She paused at the door, looking back at Gale and Devi. “I have it on good authority that they do have private rooms available here,” she said. “Go get that out of your systems while Karlach and I sort out camp supplies.”

Devi somehow went a brighter shade of red. “Erm… We can behave, I promise–”

“You might be able to, but Gale was combusting on the inside even worse than my engine,” Karlach retorted with a laugh, giving both wizard and thief a push up the stairs. “Go! We'll see you two back at camp whenever you're done.”

“Don't feel like you need to hurry,” Jaheira added with a smirk. “Perhaps you should stop by the circus later and see if you can get another one of those disguise kits to hide the marks you two are going to give each other?”

Blushing, Gale took Devi's hand and tugged her into the brothel, chased by Jaheira and Karlach's laughter. This wasn't a terrible idea, he mused – the idea of being able to enjoy an actual mattress for a spell instead of a worn bedroll definitely appealed to his back. And this way, they wouldn't earn the ire of their fellow party members while they enjoyed each other, as loudly as they pleased…

Neither of them saw Karlach lean to Jaheira. “This isn't gonna fix anything with them fucking like rabbits tonight, ya know.”

“Oh, I know,” Jaheira answered with a wink. “I remember being young and in love too, once upon a time. But it gets them some time alone, and gets them out of our hair for a few hours. Come, let's see about the camp supplies while they're occupied.”

It was after dusk when Gale and Devi sauntered back into camp to a chorus of teasing whistles, hand in hand, Gale sporting a new and very obvious hickey on his neck that Devi appeared to be immensely proud of bestowing on him.

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