Authors Note: Hi there, Keirae here. I'm opening to a new range of readers now! I really wanted to start doing Book Fan ficts instead of just Anime fan ficts.

This is Catti-BrieX Drizzt. I doth not own Forgotten realms or any of these characters unless I create a random guy that says "Hey ima fight you" and then he dies. That guy I own…. Unless theres a guy in forgotten realms that says hey ima fight you and then dies… O.O then I'd be sadly mistaken.

R&R please if you like. Enjoy Desiring Catti-Brie

In my dreams alone I kiss her. She is Wulfgars property now… How long has it been since we met? A good thirty years I believe it to be so. I know if she loved me as I loved her I would feel a pedophile. I doubt I would have Bruenors approval in the matter. I am his dearest friend, the Drow he trusted not, once upon a time.

I must continue to tell myself these things or my lust may overcome me…

In the Underdark never would I have felt love. Sometimes such a feeling makes me wish I was still there. The know of the want but not being able to have it. Much like a child who throws himself on the floor when his mother bids him to bed, forcing him by picking him up and confining him to his room, possibly with other consequences.

Does the child not want to stay up with just as deep a desire as I want Catti-Brie in my arms? Children lust for so small of things while we, the elders, Continue on wishing for greater things than we may have.

Aye me…

"Drizzt." she says my name… Oh, by the goddess I adore, she says my name. "Yer not quite yerself today are ye?" I smile at her.

"I am as I am every day we meet again." I say as the gentleman I always am, "Do you wish me to dance for you to prove that I am myself?" I joke to her as a the friend I am as well. She smiles back at me.

"That would prove me nothing." she laughed. "Ye don't act like a fool." even though I do feel like one. "But ye would do tha task as I ask it, would ye not."

Yes…

"You think so highly of yourself. Your pride is as large as your hair is red."

"That is not a problem for me but for the ones around me." she chuckles, being pulled back into Wulfgars strong, young arms. Ha, I had almost forgotten he was behind her.

"Drow you really do seem unlike yourself today." Wulfgar admits. "Catti-Brie feel his head. He may be braced with a light fever."

Oh Dear Mielikki, please don't let it be so. Don't let her small hands touch my face.

"I am Tired." I say almost unlike myself. Catti-Brie's eyebrows furrow into a slightly stunned crease.

"Guenhwyvar." she calls my cats name silently. The only creature that I could possibly love as much, if not more, than she who calls the name herself. The smoky mist dispels from the figurine at my side, forming into the cat that we all adore… well all except for Bruenor Battlehammer. I put my hand on top of the Panthers strong head and smile.

"Hello again my friend." I say in a low voice.

"Something bothers ye." Catti-Brie concludes. I look to her confusion now on my face as well as a smile.

"So sure of yourself are we?" I question. She stares at me with crossed arms, leaning away from Wulfgar now. He knows she means business. He is not quite used to her independent nature, he has not grown around women like her. From my childhood I have witnessed "independence" in women if it can be called such. Its more like a right in Menzoberranzan. We, the Men, are oppressed.

Catti-Brie is different though, could NEVER be compared to a Drow woman! Never in my days will I ever spit the foul words that claim her to be as such. She neither looks, nor acts as such. Independence is but a good natured flaw to her kind heart, Though not so much of a flaw as a trait. She got it from her Father no doubt.

"Might I ask why you have come to that conclusion?" I question her.

"Yer attitude changed as soon as ye saw the cat. Yer tone, Yer face, the way you held herself." I stared at her a moment. Does she really know me so well she can detect the smallest change in my stature? I wouldn't doubt it since we have known each other since she was but a child but Its almost bewildering how well she reads the people around her. I shake my head

"You worry over nothing Catti-Brie." I assure her

"Drizzt Do'Urden ye mask yer true feelings." she says stubbornly. I chuckle, running my hand over the muscles of the great cats shoulders.

"I do not." I retort, a lightness to my voice.

"Drizzt ye tell me a fib such as that again and yer head will be rendered from yer shoulders." An empty threat I know, but either way it hurts.

"Remove my head from my shoulders will you?" she but stares at me, just as stubborn as her red hair bade her be when she was born. All other red heads could not compare to this girl. This beautiful young girl I watched grow up. I let out a lighthearted laugh. "What treads through my mind is merely the memory of Zaknafien today Catti-Brie. I wish not to dwell." Lies and slander I tell myself quietly. But it gets her off of my back.

She now looks at me with a sympathetic look that screams sadness for me. She, no doubt, wishes she didn't ask and didn't force me to tell my lie. Though now my lie was becoming a reality as I though of my Father… and Matron Malice.

They didn't love. She desired and he complied.

Thus came me and my sister. And I was the coming of his death.

"Drizzt…" I see a hand on her shoulder as I am in deep though. Wulfgar doesn't think she should go on and, for once, she agrees with him and doesn't say a word further.

"Bruenor wants us to meet him this afternoon." Wulfgar reminds me and her "We should ready ourselves." he swings his leg from the bench and stands, offering his hand to Catti-Brei who's eyes are still fixed on me. She gives her hand to him, eyes always staring at mine, Transfixed with the lavender color that my kind rarely possesses.

"Sorry fer makin' ye say Drizzt." she tells me, kissing my forehead gently. It feels friendly, like a younger sister to a brother. That's what have become to her. Its what I will stay no matter how much I wish otherwise.

The door closes and I move myself to the bed, sitting down and changing from my bare feet to the boots at my bedside. I lie down in a deep state, musing at the small kiss that sent my stomach slightly wild. All I think of is my hand in hers. If only that satisfaction. Not just as friends but as lovers, knowing she loved me back and held it with just as great a satisfaction as I would.

Then my thoughts wander past the limits of being harmless to think of.

I shake these Deep thoughts of my lust away. I curse my body and sit up, rolling my shoulders and putting my head in my palms, the balls of my hands resting on my eyelids. I remove my hands from my face and stare at my ebony hands. I am not like my kind surely. My skin does not reflect my heart.

I love Catti-Brei. I Want her deeply to be mine… I desire her. But I know my place.

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Ello ^-^! Well I intended this to be a one-shot but I really want to continue on. Go from different POV's and maybe make a relationship between characters. I enjoy these characters. R.A. Salvatore is awesome. Kudos to him!

Next chapter later to come!