Dreams Beneath a Starfilled Sky

A/N: Last postcard from plotbunnies told me that they now have reached the Andromeda Galaxy. So I’m doing my best with this story on my own.

A/N2: Chapter is short, but it’s there. Next one should come up somewhat faster.


Chapter 29: Random interlude

Bruenor looked with a critical eye at the ring, seated as it were on Catti-brie’s finger. Though it was dwarven made, the fine edgings could just as well have been made by an elf – especially as the sapphire in the centre was cradled in a nest of beautiful, golden leaves.

Turning his gaze back up, he glared at the ring’s bearer, resting as she was with her head against Drizzt’s shoulder.

“So.. I take ‘t as ‘tis now official?” he asked, receiving a nod from both.

The dwarf harrumphed, giving his long beard a tug.

“Ye be givin’ any thoughts as ta where ta hold th’ weddin’?” he asked, eying the engaged couple.

“We will hold it here, in Icewind Dale. But outside,” Drizzt replied.

He and Catti-brie had spent a long time discussing this very fact. They had been occupied with other things, true, but had also talked about the wedding, and had spent a long time discussing how it should progress. Of course, they had quickly settled that they had to do part of their wedding inside the mines or inside Mithril Hall, depending on what Bruenor decided – at least if they wanted any chance of the dwarf ever talking to them again.

And, a few friendly arguments later, they had finally agreed to hold two ceremonies; one in Lonelywood - where they also would seek out a house after the wedding - and another one inside the mines.

Things settled, the couple returned to their room – Catti-brie was still under restrictions concerning her ankle, and had only been allowed to leave her room if Drizzt had accompanied her – Stumpet had apparently predicted that the drow elf would be fuzzy enough to prevent his fiancée from doing anything that might worsen her condition; even if that included carrying the dwarven-raised woman around to avoid it. And it was something Catti-brie did not mind – it was far easier than her hopping around on one foot anyway.

Entering their room – kicking the door closed behind them – Drizzt gently sat her down on the bed, taking care not to jostle her foot. However, as he straightened up again, Catti-brie hooked a finger in his belt, preventing him from leaving the bed’s vicinity. He looked down at her, a mixture of surprise, desire and anticipation shining in his eyes as she gently ran her hand across his abdomen.

She kept her eyes at his, watching how his pupils dilated and his breathing grew faster as her hand drifted downwards, yet continued the rubbing motion. Smiling mischievously, Catti-brie suddenly leaned forward and buried her face at his groin, her lips seeking out the source of growing bulge beneath the cloth. The mixture of a whimper, a moan and a generally choked sound that left his lips quite clearly informed her that it was something she should try doing more often – and she continued outlining the engorged organ with both hand and mouth, feeling how the elf’s body trembled with badly withheld desire.

Drizzt took half a step backwards and dropped to his knees instead, pulling her into a bruising kiss, his hands tugging at the clothes she wore. It was with reluctance from both that they broke their kiss to get the cloth over Catti-brie’s head – though the dark elf used the pause to pull off his own shirt before crushing their bodies together again.

Arms around her, he moved both of them further up on the bed, letting Catti-brie’s head rest against the pillows at the end, and instead turned his attention to the skirt she wore, pushing it over her hips and down her legs – taking care not to move her wounded leg more than necessary. Once done, he moved back up, locking their lips once more as his hands roamed her body, settling briefly on her stomach as if feeling the life growing there.

Placing a hand on the elf’s shoulder, Catti-brie gently pushed Drizzt back onto the bed, then kissed and licked her way down his torso – drawing a myriad of small sounds and mewls of pleasure from Drizzt in the process – until she reached the hem of his leggings. With a playful smirk at him, she leaned in and bit down on the lacings, pulling them ever so slowly free with her teeth, hearing on his whimper that he found it far from uninteresting.

It was somewhat difficult to pull the leggings over his hips without the aid of her hands, but the way he clutched the sheets tightly and his whole body shivered with pleasure was enough reward for Catti-brie to consider using that more often as well. Grasping the cloth with her hands, she pulled the trousers fully off, lavishing the elf’s thighs with soft kisses as she did so.

Drizzt sat up, hooking an arm under hers, and suddenly pulled her back up the bed, placing them side by side again, and rolled over to lay between her legs. Pressing a tender kiss against her nose, he gently hooked an arm under her injured leg, pulling it up so it would not get crushed between their bodies and she wrapped her other leg around his waist, feeling the tip of his engorged organ pushing against her entrance.

Their lovemaking was slow and tender, both revelling in the feel of the other now that their bodies were merged, and slowly, but steady, pulled each other closer to the brink of release. Catti-brie could feel the tightening sensation in her abdomen, balancing just at the edge, feeling Drizzt rest at the same spot. Both tried to hang on to the moment, to delay the end as much as possible, though, at end, their wills slipped, and Catti-brie, as the first of them, let out a soft cry, dropping her head back as tremors shook her body, clutching around the elf and beckoning him to join her.

The dark elf hid her face at her shoulder, clutching her shoulders tightly as he, too, lost the battle and succumbed, further spurred on by the feel of the woman’s internal muscles clenching. They lay for a long time afterwards, the aftershocks slowly fading away, wrapping in the arms of each other and both pondered the tiny miracle that night so long ago had been.