Midsummer
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of R.A. Salvatore/Wizards of the Coast ©. I don't own them; I'm just examining all their possibilities.
Chapter 5: First Strands of Midnight
Drizzt's gaze lingered on the silver-haired moon elf in the white dress standing in front of him with her fair arms outstretched, her melodious singing voice like that of a siren framed perfectly by the tinkling strands of the lute strummed thoughtfully by the lord with black, braided hair who stood to her left and slightly swayed with the rhythm. The other elves surrounding the chanteuse also watched her with great interest, while others closed their eyes and simply let themselves be swept away by the lilting harmonies. Drizzt, however, could not be as easily swayed as he was weighted down by so many different, stifling thoughts and emotions.
The fight with Catti-brie replayed itself over and over again in his mind, though he tried desperately to push it out. It was over at last, a reality he was both willing and terrified to accept. The facts were too overwhelming for him right now, so he drank in every distraction he could find to keep from completely collapsing into tears.
Unfortunately, he only distractions he had was this beautiful melody and the growing uneasiness in his stomach formed by too many things that had already occurred that night. He managed a smile and a small bow to the singer, who he knew deserved a more fitting greeting, before pacing away and letting his heavy eyes fall on an elf clad in bright green; his pantaloons ballooned at the thighs and shoulders and his normally fare face covered in a thick layer of powder as a large, green grin was painted on his lips in the same, flowing lines those around his eyes. His nimble hands tossed around four gold and silver pins about the length of the average wand, though these were thick enough for the perfect hold.
Drizzt's eyes closely followed the regular, circular rhythm of the pins like a cat would a swinging string, a comparison that made his frown straighten slightly as he was now directly to the side of the juggler. The nimble elven juggler flipped up his pins at different angles and heights, even jumping up a few times and letting a few pins go through his legs, where he would turn around and catch them, his rhythm perfect. Drizzt eventually managed a smile at this rather lively sight, temporarily letting his mind wander from his troubling thoughts.
The juggler gave him a brief glance before turning his blue-gold eyes back to his pins. His fleeting gaze fell back to Drizzt, his small smile the only warning before a gold pin was flung in the drow's direction. With a laugh, Drizzt's nimble hand caught the pin and tossed it back, only for a silver one to come at him, then a gold one. Drizzt and the juggler repositioned themselves so they were facing one another, tossing the pins back and forth with increasing speed and never missing a beat. Drizzt's smile widened as his own fleeting glance saw more of a crowd gathering around this spectacle and all were laughing cheerily.
Drizzt let go of himself in this simple movement, keeping his attention to the whirring pins and not to his painful thoughts. After another minute, the juggler nodded, motioning for him to toss the pins back in his direction. Drizzt obliged, flinging one pin, then the others to the juggler, who caught each and tossed them around for a few seconds more before holding the pins high and bowing low to a hail of cheers. The juggler gave Drizzt a wink, and then motioned the pins towards the drow, who gave his own low bow.
The juggler walked off to the refreshment table while a few elves gave Drizzt a few claps and pats on the shoulder. He accepted the praise heartily, feeling his mood lighten considerably, the simple exercise making his momentary nausea fade away while giving him an opportunity to play a little. He gave a clearing sigh and let his gaze focus back on the crowd.
"Maybe you have another career option, Master Drizzt," a soft voice said from behind him.
His bliss fell down to his stomach with a heavy thud. Drizzt paused for a second as he tried to gather any appropriate words for Innovindil, yet her breaths were heavy and he could feel her behind him, the grass brushing softly with her nervous shifting.
"So you've decided to pretend I exist?" he asked, not knowing whether to be glad for her presence or annoyed with her for every other reason in the universe at that moment.
She gave a painful sigh that reverberated through Drizzt's exceedingly sensitive being.
"I haven't been very accommodating to my guests tonight," she said in tone that was a cross between nervous and hurt.
Yet none of it was helping Drizzt at all right now. He felt the tightness return in his stomach as Innovindil's sweet breath blew against his shoulder and her toe nervously rubbed his calf.
"Did you get my letter?" he asked at last, finally willing to have this whole thing out and over with.
"I have," she replied cautiously, followed by heavier breaths and more shifting as the only noise in this uncomfortable pause.
"Did anything I say strike you as true?" he said, his tone becoming more annoyed.
"Every word written." she said, a small crack coming in her voice. "Every scratch and every flow of your handwriting was nothing but what was completely true in my heart. Have you gained the habit of reading minds, Drizzt Do'Urden?"
"Every word?" he asked, his voice slightly more strained as he continued to regard passing guests in the crowd.
"I have no regrets," Innovindil replied more forcefully. "There, I've said it. I absolutely loved our moment together. You… were wonderful."
Drizzt allowed himself to relax slightly, though he did not let his emotional guard down at all.
"I know, this entire evening has just been nothing but one awkward moment after another," he said with a chuckle, though his tone was closer to dead serious. "I am tired of these games Innovindil."
"And you want absolutely nothing but the truth," she replied, a small smile sneaking onto her fair face as a wave of relief came over her. "Dear gods here I am, the one who has taken it upon herself to educate you on yourself, only to be shackled by my own emotions."
"So, do you know what it is what it is to be an elf, Innovindil?" he asked sarcastically.
"To be an elf is to be alive," she replied, "those words were yours once, not mine."
"Touché," he muttered letting his eyes focus on the distant trees.
"I had a talk with Catti-brie before coming here," she said.
"You did, what did she say?" Drizzt asked, feeling the tightness in his stomach growing.
"That neither of you know who you are, let alone who each other is at all."
"And what about you?"
"Age does not necessarily equal instant wisdom. Just talk to Nialian and I am sure he has so many stories to tell."
"So all of us are just trying to figure ourselves out?"
"Understand our true intentions, perhaps."
"So tell me, Innovindil, what exactly are your true intentions?"
He heard another painful sigh as her small feet shifted in the grass with more the grace of a nervous woman that an elven maiden. He braced himself for any response he might get…but wasn't prepared for the sensation of a delicate finger slowly tracing down the length of his spine, pressing further between his buttocks before a hand firmly clasped the sensitive flesh between his legs.
At first he was startled by this rather blunt move, and then he allowed himself to feel her small hand closing gently as her fingers showed more confidence. Drizzt exhaled deeply, his body growing warmer as his phallus tightened in response with gentle, passionate anticipation. It was an act of pure spontaneity, beautiful in its frank honesty. Innovindil was no longer holding back her emotions behind a polite screen, which made this act all the more wonderful.
All Drizzt could do now was let himself go and fully give himself to her touch
"I think this says everything," she whispered in his ear, tightening her grip slightly to the point where Drizzt gave a slight sigh, feeling the warm tightness becoming almost unbearable.
He reached an ebony hand behind his back and gently pried Innovindil's fingers loose, gently lifting that small, delicate hand up as he turned to face her. His weary eyes were then greeted by that beautiful, snow white face framed by those glowing, golden locks. He brought the back of her hand to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles, and feeling her tremble slightly, yet maintaining her composure.
"I say we continue this discussion in a less public area," he said with a smile. "Though the real question is who shall lead."
Innovindil's small smile widened. She broke her hand free of Drizzt's grasp, only to clutch it and pull him away. Drizzt shot her a mischievous glance before she turned her head and skipped off into the woods away from the party, with him trailing close being and trying to keep up with her step.
Drizzt met her skip, feeling absolutely giddy as he leapt over fallen branches and brambled roots as Innovindil's hand clasped his tightly. In the midst of this happy moment, a few flickering thoughts about Catti-brie floated through his mind: Catti-brie his old love, Catti-brie the woman he yearned for in silence for years, Catti-brie the woman he shared his body with for the first time; Catti-brie who showed him nothing but silent distrust for the past year, Catti-brie who had used this night as a final excuse for leaving aboard The Sea Sprite. With a shake of his head, he allowed his mind to clear as he focused on the path ahead, those tumbling golden locks and the growing urgency in his trousers and, for the first time, not feeling guilty about any of it.
He barely noticed how long they had been sprinting, but Innovindil suddenly stopped in a bright clearing through which a small stream flowed. Blue-green grass and soft, blue moss covered the area and lined the stones on the banking; the green leaves and quartz composition of the rocks glowed with the high moon flooding through the trees and bathing everything in its path with beautiful light and color.
Drizzt was completely in awe at this sight, letting his lavender orbs drink in the beauty of the grass, the trees, the river, and the stunning elf who let go of his hand and skipped towards the stream. Her pace was slow, almost like she was dancing to her own music…or maybe the waves of lute plucks and flute calls through the trees that escaped the part and decided to join them in this beautiful place.
Innovindil stepped lightly towards the swift stream, hopping on one foot to pull off one brown leather boot and throw it into the high grass, before hopping onto her bare foot, pulling the other one off and throwing it in the same direction, the boot landing directly on top of the other. Her small, bare feet then lightly plunged into the shallow water and kicked around, splashing her with the cool, wet tingle. Drizzt stood and watched her, before coming on one foot and pulling off his own black boot, throwing it to the side and trading his position to remove the other as well.
Innovindil then turned and regarded Drizzt with a look of pure mischief, continuing her dance as her hands rose in the air then lowered, her fingers clasping the bottom of her tunic, and slowly pulling the garment over her head. Drizzt fixed his gaze, first seeing that tightly muscled stomach, then her delicate ribs, then her small, supple breasts as the blue tunic covered her face for a second before being completely removed and tossed on the grass. She flexed the well-toned muscles in her arms and abdomen, showing every sinew in all its perfectly sculpted beauty, her white skin glowing in the moonlight.
With his own, fluid motion, he slowly grasped the bottom of his own, brown shirt and slowly peeled it off as well before flinging it beside hers. Drizzt's delicate fingers found their way to his belt, which he slowly unbuckled, removed, and gently placed on the grass with a clink.
Innovindil jumped out of the water and onto the banking in one leap, heavily leaning against a tree and running her fingers down the center of her chest, then her abdomen, and finally reaching her trouser strings. Drizzt watched intently as she slowly undid the small bow, and then loosened the string with her middle finger sliding through and pulling. Her graceful hands then reached her hips and she slowly slid her trousers down to the ground before stepping out of them.
Drizzt stood in another moment of awe as he savored the sight of her beautiful, naked form, feeling his own hands reach his trouser strings and undo them in haste. Innovindil then stretched out her left index finger in a sinuous motion of beckoning. He practically jumped as he walked towards her and was immediately greeted by outstretched arms locking him in a tight hold.
She pushed her lips hard against his. Drizzt joined in with just as much gusto, opening his mouth and feeling her tongue dip inside and dance with his. All he concentrated on was running his sensitive hands all over her bare form, first on her soft shoulders, then her muscular back, then gently caressing her well-toned buttocks. Innovindil ran her hands over his tightly muscled chest; her fingertips gently pinching his nipples enough to fill him with complete ecstasy. Her hands then caressed downwards, until her fingers reached his trouser strings and fully loosened them, sliding the black leather down as he kicked them off. His lips pulled away from her mouth and lightly brushed down her jaw, then her neck; his light caress drawing a small sigh.
"I want you to show me exactly who you are, Drizzt Do'Urden," she whispered in his ear, a delicate hand reaching down and wrapping around his desperate flesh while she gently nibbled the pointed tip of his left ear
He let out a breathy moan as his consciousness now registered the press in the edge of his mind; a feeling he had only known before in combat. It was his pure, instinctual nature slowly coming loose in his soul; only this time the Hunter did not want to kill, but mate. It was a sensation that completely frightened him, yet he knew the Hunter was still within his control and only could serve a good purpose now.
He had the urge to leap on her, yet she was already down on her knees, so he simply pushed her back down to the ground while running his hands over her fair shoulders, gently clasping those small, soft breasts, and running his fingertips down the length of her tightly muscled stomach as one finger reached the sensitive flesh between her legs.
Innovindil clasped his shoulders and gently lay her head against the ground, her soft hair pressed against the grass as closed her eyes and spread her legs open. It was a second of tense anticipation, but she sighed hard with the first entry. The first rush was painful, showing he was definitely desperate, though he soon he took his rhythm and the miniscule amount of discomfort erupted into the blissful warmth that filled every last part of her being. She laughed aloud in triumph, her fingers caressing his back, though the rush of his warm thrust caused her to dig her fingernails into his skin. She knew she was pressing too hard, but the steadily rising rush from her loins through her body made her only focus on the inside of her eyelids, though she would occasionally look up to see his face twisted into a look of raw emotion; that handsome ebony visage framed by a wild mane of white hair that would dip down and tickle her shoulders.
Drizzt allowed himself to be completely taken by the wave, locking out all thoughts and lingering emotions as he clasped her shoulders tightly and focused his movements towards a higher passion. It was a dance he took with gusto, the dance of a dead man learning to live again; a wraith reclaiming his long neglected flesh and being born again into a grand celebration. He focused and let the Hunter come out, prodded on by the blissful sting in his back from Innovindil's fingernails as she clutched onto him like a hawk on a mouse, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him in deeper.
Nothing mattered to him but the violent rush of blood through every part of his body; first through the area of his phallus and creeping upwards through every part of his being until all he registered was the sensation of being pulled through another dimension though he remained in that plane. His frenzied mind registered a loud moan from Innovindil's lips that resembled a scream as her body grew even warmer and began to pulse, though she only tightened her grasp on his shoulders, digging her nails in harder to the point where her fingertips became slick with a liquid thicker than perspiration. Her legs loosened slightly, though resumed their position with even more force until they were practically pulling him into the grass where the only option he had was to strengthen his thrust.
Soon all he regarded was the rising heat as he was pulled further and further into his trance. He then let out a loud, animalistic scream as the final release rushed forth and the blood rushed through. Drizzt gave a loud sigh, taking a second to regain his focus before withdrawing and flopping down on the ground, ignoring the stray twig that poked into his side and the lingering burn in his back from Innovindil's own moment of ecstasy. His lavender orbs focused on the moon as the blinding rush subsided, leaving with the purest sensation of bliss; a feeling he had never known in his entire life. He simply let his head press back into the grass as a wave of delighted chuckles poured from his body as he felt completely free for the first time in his life.
His laughs then subsided as he gained more of his bearings. With one final sigh, he turned his head and saw Innovindil laying on her side and barely moving. His ecstasy turned into a brief panic as he came to a sitting position which gave a slight twinge through his aching side. Drizzt gently laid a hand on her shoulder and saw many red marks across the porcelain skin that would likely turn into bruises. He flinched at the sight; the Hunter had gone too far. He only hoped he had not injured her in this moment of abandon.
His other hand gently clasped her shoulder as he leaned forward to fully determine her condition. A small hand then shot up and clasped his long, white hair, hard, setting a sting through his scalp as Innovindil pulled him down and planted a hard kiss on his lips. She pulled him back slightly, fully exposing an expression of complete joy.
"Drizzt Do'Urden," she said, her voice breathy, "I first knew an intimate touch three hundred twenty years ago, and you are the first man I have had in that long time who has made me describe the experience as absolutely divine."
Drizzt paused; registering the words, then smiled and gave a hearty laugh. He leaned in and kissed her again, savoring her lips and gently embracing her. She burrowed herself into his grasp, resting her head against his chest and inhaling the aroma of his sweet body. He gladly wrapped his arms around her small form and pressed his face into her soft hair.
"So, are you up for a second round?" she cooed, looking up at him and lapping his chin like a gleeful cat.
"Just give me a second," he said, kissing the top of her head.
Soon, Innovindil's lips found his chest and began kissing that soft, ebony flesh. Drizzt felt the tightness returning and gave a laugh.
"And that second is over," he said, just before Innovindil rolled him onto the ground and positioned over him.
"Are you sure?" she asked, winking and slowly lowering herself.
Drizzt nodded and she lowered completely. Innovindil pushed his shoulders into the grass and thrusted her hips, fully taking in his flesh with a small, yet ecstatic sigh that joined with Drizzt's sudden cry.
Their sighs and moans rose, though no one else was around to hear…except for the red haired woman who cautiously approached the area of the joyful noise. Catti-brie had been perched in her tree when she heard the unmistakable sounds of a man and a woman in the throes of passion. She leapt down to investigate, knowing she should leave both lovers to their blissful business, though her curiosity got the best of her.
As she walked closer, both melodic voices were completely familiar; Drizzt was yet again in the arms of Innovindil, though she stopped caring entirely. It was a moot point for her now. Her logic told her to flee, go either back to the party to celebrate her final freedom, or back into Mithril Hall, where orcs would feel her final wrath. Instead she crept closer, making sure she kept enough of a distance so both pairs of keen ears would not hear her between their screams. She eventually stopped at the based of a large oak tree she knew was just a few hundred feed away from them. Catti-brie continued listening to the cries, which steadily became louder. She leaned her back against the tree, allowing herself to fade in the heavy, summer brush as her ears drank in the sounds of passion.
For some reason, these cries were sending waves through her sensitive being, making her feel warm. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the bark, allowing her hand to run through her hair then over her face and over her shoulder, pulling the shoulder of her tunic aside slightly so she could feel the skin underneath. She smiled, and then opened her eyes to look around and make sure no one else was in the area.
"I need to free myself anyway," she muttered to herself with a grin, before taking another look around.
With a small laugh, she gently ran her hand over her breast and then allowed it to trail down as the sighs and moans grew louder.
Author's Note: This was my first real attempt at writing a scene like this, so any feedback on how it actually came out is greatly appreciated.
My fellow Americans (sorry, I had to say that): have a happy Independence Day. Enjoy some fireworks and try not to eat too much ice cream and fried dough…wait, what am I saying.