The First Time
Chapter 6 - The Beginning Of A New Day
Drizzt's eyes slowly slid open as he woke from his slumber. Looking down at the woman in his arms, he couldn't keep a smile from spreading across his face and gently stroke her cheek before he pulled the blanket tighter around them both.
Catti-Brie woke at his action, looked up at her beloved and smiled with a sparkle in her blue eyes.
"I must say, Drizzt... Fer one without experience, ye suren' learn quickly!" she said with a soft laughter and pressed a kiss against his chin, before laying her head to rest on his black chest again.
"Zaknafein always said that good teachers gives good students," the black elf replied with a grin.
"Perhaps we then outta take another bath before continuin' our 'lessons'," Catti-Brie purred and stretched her body to wrap her arms around the elf's neck, looking up at him with seducing eyes.
The drow paused for a moment, chewing at the words.
"When you say 'bath', you *do* mean a bath, right?" he asked slowly.
Catti-Brie laughed at the memory of their last dip into the brook, and though they both had enjoyed it, they had not exactly managed much bathing...
"We outta get back too... Me dad's properly worried 'bout us both," she said, untangled herself from the black elf and rose to her feet.
Drizzt gave a disappointed sigh while he, too, rose. Grabbing her shoulders to keep her still, he gently kissed her before walking over to the warm stream and slipping into the water. The drow was only a couple of inches above five feet, which made him and Catti-Brie at the same hight. But this did not keep them from each other. Quite the contrary, as Catti-Brie for quite some time had been used to Wulfgar, who had been closer to seven feet than six, and she had to admit to herself that her two loved ones were just as different as their skincolor and size. Whereas Wulfgar always had been the tough, strong and rough type of person, Drizzt had proved to be everything but that...
Guenhwyvar had been dismissed the previous night, the statuette still laying where Drizzt had managed to throw it before being tripped to the ground by a love-hungry Catti-Brie. The human woman smiled at the thought, and moved the statuette to the rumpled pile of Drizzt's clothes before she lowered her body into the water as well, grinning as the drow immediately walked up to her and pulled her into a deep kiss.
"Now, now, weren't ye th' one who wanted a real bath?" Catti-Brie jested and laughed.
"I can't help it; I've become addicted to your mouth," he grinned. "And to you," he continued softly, pulled her close and started kissing her neck.
This time, though, Catti-Brie didn't laugh. She had no idea of how sixty or seventy years without caring caresses and gentle words felt, but she did know that Drizzt had not gone through that time unhurt, and once more, she felt her heart bleeding with compassion towards her black-skinned lover.
Gently, she pushed him away and stopped his forthcoming protest with a finger on his lips.
"Bath first," she said with the softest of smiles, slipped the hand over his cheek instead and leaned in to press a kiss against his lips. "Then we can figger out things..."
* * * * * * * *
"Seen any sign 'o them yet?" Bruenor asked, his eyes scanning the horizon.
The lookout shook his head and returned his gaze to the Dale. Standing on top of Bruenor's Climb, the two dwarves had an excellent view of Icewind Dale, and the white snow helped outline every living being, even yetis.
Suddenly, two black spots appeared in the distance, emerging from behind a slope, and Bruenor found himself standing on his toes to get a better view. But as the two persons got closer, he easily recognized the white hair - contrasting to the black skin - of Drizzt, and the dwarf found himself running down the side of the hill at a speed he had never moved by before.
"Took ye long enough!!" Bruenor bellowed as soon as he came within hearing range of the two, who he could not help noticing were walking hand in hand.
He merely received a hug and an innocent grin in return.
Chapter 6 - The Beginning Of A New Day
Drizzt's eyes slowly slid open as he woke from his slumber. Looking down at the woman in his arms, he couldn't keep a smile from spreading across his face and gently stroke her cheek before he pulled the blanket tighter around them both.
Catti-Brie woke at his action, looked up at her beloved and smiled with a sparkle in her blue eyes.
"I must say, Drizzt... Fer one without experience, ye suren' learn quickly!" she said with a soft laughter and pressed a kiss against his chin, before laying her head to rest on his black chest again.
"Zaknafein always said that good teachers gives good students," the black elf replied with a grin.
"Perhaps we then outta take another bath before continuin' our 'lessons'," Catti-Brie purred and stretched her body to wrap her arms around the elf's neck, looking up at him with seducing eyes.
The drow paused for a moment, chewing at the words.
"When you say 'bath', you *do* mean a bath, right?" he asked slowly.
Catti-Brie laughed at the memory of their last dip into the brook, and though they both had enjoyed it, they had not exactly managed much bathing...
"We outta get back too... Me dad's properly worried 'bout us both," she said, untangled herself from the black elf and rose to her feet.
Drizzt gave a disappointed sigh while he, too, rose. Grabbing her shoulders to keep her still, he gently kissed her before walking over to the warm stream and slipping into the water. The drow was only a couple of inches above five feet, which made him and Catti-Brie at the same hight. But this did not keep them from each other. Quite the contrary, as Catti-Brie for quite some time had been used to Wulfgar, who had been closer to seven feet than six, and she had to admit to herself that her two loved ones were just as different as their skincolor and size. Whereas Wulfgar always had been the tough, strong and rough type of person, Drizzt had proved to be everything but that...
Guenhwyvar had been dismissed the previous night, the statuette still laying where Drizzt had managed to throw it before being tripped to the ground by a love-hungry Catti-Brie. The human woman smiled at the thought, and moved the statuette to the rumpled pile of Drizzt's clothes before she lowered her body into the water as well, grinning as the drow immediately walked up to her and pulled her into a deep kiss.
"Now, now, weren't ye th' one who wanted a real bath?" Catti-Brie jested and laughed.
"I can't help it; I've become addicted to your mouth," he grinned. "And to you," he continued softly, pulled her close and started kissing her neck.
This time, though, Catti-Brie didn't laugh. She had no idea of how sixty or seventy years without caring caresses and gentle words felt, but she did know that Drizzt had not gone through that time unhurt, and once more, she felt her heart bleeding with compassion towards her black-skinned lover.
Gently, she pushed him away and stopped his forthcoming protest with a finger on his lips.
"Bath first," she said with the softest of smiles, slipped the hand over his cheek instead and leaned in to press a kiss against his lips. "Then we can figger out things..."
* * * * * * * *
"Seen any sign 'o them yet?" Bruenor asked, his eyes scanning the horizon.
The lookout shook his head and returned his gaze to the Dale. Standing on top of Bruenor's Climb, the two dwarves had an excellent view of Icewind Dale, and the white snow helped outline every living being, even yetis.
Suddenly, two black spots appeared in the distance, emerging from behind a slope, and Bruenor found himself standing on his toes to get a better view. But as the two persons got closer, he easily recognized the white hair - contrasting to the black skin - of Drizzt, and the dwarf found himself running down the side of the hill at a speed he had never moved by before.
"Took ye long enough!!" Bruenor bellowed as soon as he came within hearing range of the two, who he could not help noticing were walking hand in hand.
He merely received a hug and an innocent grin in return.