Author: Dragoneyes
Title: The First Time
Rating: PG-13 (maybe it's just a PG... Haven't tried these "dirty" fics before... Tell me if the rating needs changing)
Summary: Summary? Summary?? You mean that this thing actually needs a plot?!? Well, Catti-Brie finally admits her feelings to Drizzt, but it doesn't turn out quite the way she had planned...
*blah* means exclamations
Chapter 1 - A Love Admitted
Drizzt stood on top of Bruenor's Climb, as he so often did, watching the sky. He didn't like the looks of the clouds. They were too heavy for his liking. The wind blew icily cold down from the Spine of the World, as it always did in the winter, and bore a foretelling of snow to come with it.
The drow's brow furrowed. The last snowfall had only been yesterday, and it had been bad enough. If another came so quickly, the dwarves would find themselves buried in snow up over their heads...
Drizzt's lips pulled up in a slight smile as he remembered the last time the dwarves had been blocked in by snow. Bruenor had personally dug through the snow, cursing and huffing in his custom manner, just so Drizzt, Catti-Brie and Wulfgar could get outside.
The drow felt a pang of grief in his heart when he thought of the young barbarian. He had died barely a month ago while saving the others from the wrath of a yochlol, a handmaiden of the evil drow goddess Lloth. In a war started because of Drizzt...
He stayed on Bruenor's Climb, his thoughts drifting, until the first flakes fell, before he turned around and started climbing down.
When he reached the ground, the snow had covered the tracks he made when going up. When he was halfway to the dwarven complex, the snow made it impossible to see details. And when he reached the caves, the snow was falling so heavily he couldn't even see his hand if holding it up in a stretched arm.
He found that the entrance to the complex had been blocked by a giant, wooden door that usually was used to keep troublesome creatures (such as goblins, orcs and until recently bypassing barbarians) out, and now was used the same way against the growing piles of snow.
"Ye're crazy, elf!" Bruenor Battlehammer's familiar voice boomed, as the gate swung open. "Not even a stinkin' tundra yeti's out in that storm!"
The black elf merely smiled and stepped into the comfortable heat of the caverns, brushing the snow off his shoulders as he walked. He found himself face to face with the grim-faced dwarf, standing hands on hips, as he entered.
"Ye stupid drow!" the dwarf bellowed, stabbing the elf in the belly with a sturdy finger. "Bein' out in that weather! Ye nearly got me girl and me runnin' out after ye!!"
Drizzt smiled again as the dwarf walked away, growling about the dark elf's reckless behaviour, troubles with the mining of mithril, Catti-Brie's stubbornness, problems with the caravans to Ten-Towns, flaws in the wall and how much Regis was eating. All in all, acting like his normal self.
When Drizzt returned to his room to hang up his cloak, he stumbled across Catti-Brie and Stumpet, who came walking the opposite way. To his surprise, the human girl flushed to a deep red and turned her head away as he passed them.
Confused, he looked after the dwarven cleric and the human woman for a short while, then shrugged and continued down to his own room.
* * * * * * * *
"Ye think he heard anythin'?" Catti-Brie asked, when Drizzt was out of hearing range.
Stumpet shook her head.
"Don't think so," she replied. "'Sides, what difference'd 'tmake if he knew ye like him?"
Catti-Brie felt how her cheeks starting burning again and she looked at the ground. She had mentioned her feelings for Drizzt to the dwarven cleric, trying to get another woman's opinion on the matter. What she had not told was that when Wulfgar had asked her to marry him, she had only agreed because she knew what troubles it would bring to marry Drizzt, even though she loved the drow deeper than she ever had cared for the barbarian.
She casted a short look down the hall, in the direction of the dark elf.
"Go ta him, girl," Stumpet said, following the human's gaze, and patted Catti's hand. "Tell him."
Catti-Brie smiled, thankful for the advice (though she had thought of the exact same thing) and padded down the hallway, and found Drizzt standing, still wearing his cloak, outside his door, looking at her with curiosity.
Quickly, to hide her sudden re-blushing, she slipped into her own room and fell down to the bed. A soft knock sounded, and the black elf peered in.
"Catti?" he asked, a concerned look on his face as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. "Is something wrong?"
"Nay, it's just...," she began, sitting up, and found she lacked words. She did not know how she could tell him her feelings without risking to frighten him off.
"What?" He walked over and sat down next to her, giving her his full attention.
She sighed inwardly and looked up at him. His lavender eyes seemed to sparkle in the light from the fireplace - the only source of light in the room - and she felt how her pulse quickened by having him so close. He smiled softly; patience, care and gentleness radiating from his entire being.
"Aw, what ever!" she merely said, flung her arms around the black elf's waist and pulled him into a deep kiss.
His eyes went wide in surprise and he stiffened at first, but then, he relaxed, and even began returning the kiss, to her surprise, as she had expected him to withdraw, to push her away or in some other manner show distaste for her kiss.
"I love ye, Drizzt," she whispered, holding him close, feeling how her heart lightened now that she had told her deepest secret. "I don't care if ye think me a fool, but I do."
"I love you too, Catti-Brie. I've alway had," he slowly replied, running a hand through her auburn tresses, then lifted her chin and pulled her into another, deep kiss.
Catti-Brie was reminded of the many times she and Wulfgar had been in the same situation, and also felt how her body reacted to the very same thing. She wanted - no, needed - Drizzt at the moment, and pushed her body against his. His arms closed around her waist, willingly accepting her closeness, even as she pushed the cloak off his shoulders and began clawing at his chest through the shirt he wore.
It was not until the human girl reached for the hem of the shirt that he reacted and broke the kiss.
"It's okay," she whispered, slipping a hand up underneath the cloth and began tracing the compact muscles beneath it.
Drizzt gave a muffled sound, but did not protest any further and instead began stroking her back. Smiling, she kissed him again and pulled the shirt over his head, then gently pushed him down onto the bed and settled on top of him, nipping at his black chest.
"By the gods, Catti," he whispered, his eyes closed tight, his hands running down her back in soft patterns. "Feels so good..."
She smiled into his chest and slipped a hand down his body and gently grabbed him through the breeches. He jerked with a gasp and would have sat up, if Catti-Brie was not holding him down with her weight.
"Nervous?" she asked with a soft laughter.
"A little," he admitted with a wry smile. "I'm not exactly used to this..."
Catti-Brie raised an eyebrow in query.
"'Tis yer first time?" she then asked in surprise.
The black elf managed a coy grin as he slowly nodded.
"Well, then we'll just've ta do somethin' 'bout that, don't we?" she purred into his pointed ear and gently bit at the lobe.
* * * * * * * *
Bruenor growled, looking at the dwarf in front of him
"Ye're sure?" he asked.
"Absolutely. Goblins in th' lower tunnels," the other replied. "Only a few, though, nothin' ta summon th' warriors fer."
Bruenor nodded, thinking. The appearance of goblins did not disturb him, and especially if it only were a few. Actually, they could prove some much needed exercise for himself and Drizzt. Grinning, he send four dwarves out to different parts of the complex in order to find the drow, while he himself went to the sleeping-quarters to get his gear.
But when leaving his room, he was met by the dwarves, who told that Drizzt hadn't been in any of the places they had looked.
"Leaves only his room," Bruenor grumbled and stomped down the hallway to the drow's room, knocking violently at the door.
But he received no answer.
Thinking the black elf merely asleep, the dwarf opened the door and peered in, only to find the room empty.
Scratching his beard in confusion, he walked over to Catti-Brie's door.
"If anyone knows where that dunned drow's, it's her," he growled to himself, before pushing the door open, not pausing to knock. And stopped dead in his tracks.
Drizzt was in there, as well as Catti-Brie. Both were lying on the bed, half-naked - Catti sitting with a leg on either side of the dark elf - entwined in a passionate kiss. The drow had an arm wrapped around the girl's waist, the right hand nuzzling one of her breasts, while Catti-Brie had one hand placed on the elf's cheek and the other was busy unbuckling his belt. Both froze when the door slammed into the wall from the dwarf's powerful push.
"Bruenor!" Drizzt cried in shock at the same time as Catti-Brie's terrified "Da'!" sounded.
Title: The First Time
Rating: PG-13 (maybe it's just a PG... Haven't tried these "dirty" fics before... Tell me if the rating needs changing)
Summary: Summary? Summary?? You mean that this thing actually needs a plot?!? Well, Catti-Brie finally admits her feelings to Drizzt, but it doesn't turn out quite the way she had planned...
*blah* means exclamations
Chapter 1 - A Love Admitted
Drizzt stood on top of Bruenor's Climb, as he so often did, watching the sky. He didn't like the looks of the clouds. They were too heavy for his liking. The wind blew icily cold down from the Spine of the World, as it always did in the winter, and bore a foretelling of snow to come with it.
The drow's brow furrowed. The last snowfall had only been yesterday, and it had been bad enough. If another came so quickly, the dwarves would find themselves buried in snow up over their heads...
Drizzt's lips pulled up in a slight smile as he remembered the last time the dwarves had been blocked in by snow. Bruenor had personally dug through the snow, cursing and huffing in his custom manner, just so Drizzt, Catti-Brie and Wulfgar could get outside.
The drow felt a pang of grief in his heart when he thought of the young barbarian. He had died barely a month ago while saving the others from the wrath of a yochlol, a handmaiden of the evil drow goddess Lloth. In a war started because of Drizzt...
He stayed on Bruenor's Climb, his thoughts drifting, until the first flakes fell, before he turned around and started climbing down.
When he reached the ground, the snow had covered the tracks he made when going up. When he was halfway to the dwarven complex, the snow made it impossible to see details. And when he reached the caves, the snow was falling so heavily he couldn't even see his hand if holding it up in a stretched arm.
He found that the entrance to the complex had been blocked by a giant, wooden door that usually was used to keep troublesome creatures (such as goblins, orcs and until recently bypassing barbarians) out, and now was used the same way against the growing piles of snow.
"Ye're crazy, elf!" Bruenor Battlehammer's familiar voice boomed, as the gate swung open. "Not even a stinkin' tundra yeti's out in that storm!"
The black elf merely smiled and stepped into the comfortable heat of the caverns, brushing the snow off his shoulders as he walked. He found himself face to face with the grim-faced dwarf, standing hands on hips, as he entered.
"Ye stupid drow!" the dwarf bellowed, stabbing the elf in the belly with a sturdy finger. "Bein' out in that weather! Ye nearly got me girl and me runnin' out after ye!!"
Drizzt smiled again as the dwarf walked away, growling about the dark elf's reckless behaviour, troubles with the mining of mithril, Catti-Brie's stubbornness, problems with the caravans to Ten-Towns, flaws in the wall and how much Regis was eating. All in all, acting like his normal self.
When Drizzt returned to his room to hang up his cloak, he stumbled across Catti-Brie and Stumpet, who came walking the opposite way. To his surprise, the human girl flushed to a deep red and turned her head away as he passed them.
Confused, he looked after the dwarven cleric and the human woman for a short while, then shrugged and continued down to his own room.
* * * * * * * *
"Ye think he heard anythin'?" Catti-Brie asked, when Drizzt was out of hearing range.
Stumpet shook her head.
"Don't think so," she replied. "'Sides, what difference'd 'tmake if he knew ye like him?"
Catti-Brie felt how her cheeks starting burning again and she looked at the ground. She had mentioned her feelings for Drizzt to the dwarven cleric, trying to get another woman's opinion on the matter. What she had not told was that when Wulfgar had asked her to marry him, she had only agreed because she knew what troubles it would bring to marry Drizzt, even though she loved the drow deeper than she ever had cared for the barbarian.
She casted a short look down the hall, in the direction of the dark elf.
"Go ta him, girl," Stumpet said, following the human's gaze, and patted Catti's hand. "Tell him."
Catti-Brie smiled, thankful for the advice (though she had thought of the exact same thing) and padded down the hallway, and found Drizzt standing, still wearing his cloak, outside his door, looking at her with curiosity.
Quickly, to hide her sudden re-blushing, she slipped into her own room and fell down to the bed. A soft knock sounded, and the black elf peered in.
"Catti?" he asked, a concerned look on his face as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. "Is something wrong?"
"Nay, it's just...," she began, sitting up, and found she lacked words. She did not know how she could tell him her feelings without risking to frighten him off.
"What?" He walked over and sat down next to her, giving her his full attention.
She sighed inwardly and looked up at him. His lavender eyes seemed to sparkle in the light from the fireplace - the only source of light in the room - and she felt how her pulse quickened by having him so close. He smiled softly; patience, care and gentleness radiating from his entire being.
"Aw, what ever!" she merely said, flung her arms around the black elf's waist and pulled him into a deep kiss.
His eyes went wide in surprise and he stiffened at first, but then, he relaxed, and even began returning the kiss, to her surprise, as she had expected him to withdraw, to push her away or in some other manner show distaste for her kiss.
"I love ye, Drizzt," she whispered, holding him close, feeling how her heart lightened now that she had told her deepest secret. "I don't care if ye think me a fool, but I do."
"I love you too, Catti-Brie. I've alway had," he slowly replied, running a hand through her auburn tresses, then lifted her chin and pulled her into another, deep kiss.
Catti-Brie was reminded of the many times she and Wulfgar had been in the same situation, and also felt how her body reacted to the very same thing. She wanted - no, needed - Drizzt at the moment, and pushed her body against his. His arms closed around her waist, willingly accepting her closeness, even as she pushed the cloak off his shoulders and began clawing at his chest through the shirt he wore.
It was not until the human girl reached for the hem of the shirt that he reacted and broke the kiss.
"It's okay," she whispered, slipping a hand up underneath the cloth and began tracing the compact muscles beneath it.
Drizzt gave a muffled sound, but did not protest any further and instead began stroking her back. Smiling, she kissed him again and pulled the shirt over his head, then gently pushed him down onto the bed and settled on top of him, nipping at his black chest.
"By the gods, Catti," he whispered, his eyes closed tight, his hands running down her back in soft patterns. "Feels so good..."
She smiled into his chest and slipped a hand down his body and gently grabbed him through the breeches. He jerked with a gasp and would have sat up, if Catti-Brie was not holding him down with her weight.
"Nervous?" she asked with a soft laughter.
"A little," he admitted with a wry smile. "I'm not exactly used to this..."
Catti-Brie raised an eyebrow in query.
"'Tis yer first time?" she then asked in surprise.
The black elf managed a coy grin as he slowly nodded.
"Well, then we'll just've ta do somethin' 'bout that, don't we?" she purred into his pointed ear and gently bit at the lobe.
* * * * * * * *
Bruenor growled, looking at the dwarf in front of him
"Ye're sure?" he asked.
"Absolutely. Goblins in th' lower tunnels," the other replied. "Only a few, though, nothin' ta summon th' warriors fer."
Bruenor nodded, thinking. The appearance of goblins did not disturb him, and especially if it only were a few. Actually, they could prove some much needed exercise for himself and Drizzt. Grinning, he send four dwarves out to different parts of the complex in order to find the drow, while he himself went to the sleeping-quarters to get his gear.
But when leaving his room, he was met by the dwarves, who told that Drizzt hadn't been in any of the places they had looked.
"Leaves only his room," Bruenor grumbled and stomped down the hallway to the drow's room, knocking violently at the door.
But he received no answer.
Thinking the black elf merely asleep, the dwarf opened the door and peered in, only to find the room empty.
Scratching his beard in confusion, he walked over to Catti-Brie's door.
"If anyone knows where that dunned drow's, it's her," he growled to himself, before pushing the door open, not pausing to knock. And stopped dead in his tracks.
Drizzt was in there, as well as Catti-Brie. Both were lying on the bed, half-naked - Catti sitting with a leg on either side of the dark elf - entwined in a passionate kiss. The drow had an arm wrapped around the girl's waist, the right hand nuzzling one of her breasts, while Catti-Brie had one hand placed on the elf's cheek and the other was busy unbuckling his belt. Both froze when the door slammed into the wall from the dwarf's powerful push.
"Bruenor!" Drizzt cried in shock at the same time as Catti-Brie's terrified "Da'!" sounded.