Chapter One:
aponie: thank you for your review! And I'm very glad you mention Drizzt not waking up...I was hoping people would pick up on that...but I'm going to be mean and not say why, lol. I guess you'll all have to keep reading to find out ;)
Warnings: Groping! Large amounts thereof!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't profit, etc.
It was a warm and sunny morning; the long, waving grass was a deep and luxurious green, springy and soft underfoot; the sky was bright blue and generously dotted with white and fluffy clouds. It was an ideal day to spend outside.
Drizzt Do'Urden laughed as Cattie-brie flashed by him, only just failing to hook a leg about his ankles and trip him up. He felt their shoulder-blades brush, a brief, exhilarating burst of warmth, and then they were at it like hammer and tongs once more.
The young woman's face was flushed, sweat dripping from her brow, as she darted and spun, working hard to parry Drizzt's lightning fast blows. The drow took her through several well-known practice routines, though far faster than was usual, carefully watching her responses.
"Oh, well done!" the drow congratulated with genuine pleasure and pride as his friend and pupil successfully knocked the scimitar from his left hand, deftly kicking it far out of his reach. Cattie-brie's fighting skills had improved dramatically in the last two or three weeks, and it was with a triumphant grin on her glowing face that she finally managed to bring the drow down, sweeping his feet out from under him and following him down, keeping him pinned.
The two lay in the sun-warmed grass, both panting, their faces flushed. "I yield," Drizzt gasped out, his sparkling lavender gaze locking onto that of the young woman, who's blue orbs seemed darker than usual. "O' course ye do," she replied primly, capturing both his wrists in one of her dainty little hands, and leaning down for a heated kiss.
Drizzt closed his eyes, enjoying the passionate kiss, and he couldn't prevent the disappointed sigh that escaped him when it ended. His eyes snapped open, though, when he felt the young woman whisk off his belt, expertly looping it about his wrists.
"What are you doing?" he asked curiously, as the young woman took his remaining scimitar from his loose grasp and used it to peg his bound wrists to the ground. "Cattie?"
"Ye talk too much," was the only reply he got, and to his great surprise the fiery-haired woman took off her own belt and promptly used it to gag him. "That's better," she murmured approvingly, bending her head to nuzzle his neck, just below his jaw. She then proceeded to create a most impressive love-mark on that slender, ebony throat.
"Mmm?" Drizzt asked, as best he was able, when nimble fingers began undoing the ties of his shirt. The only answer he received was another bite, and then his gorgeous tormentor raked her nails over both his now-exposed nipples. The goodly drow arched his back, whimpering at the intense mixture of pleasure and pain.
Initially the dark elven ranger was rather enjoying this surprisingly bold show of affection from Cattie-brie, but as she became more excited she also became rougher, to the point where it began to become quite uncomfortable. Drizzt squirmed, trying to pull his arms free, and the young woman actually slapped him. "Be still," she growled, bringing her snarling visage right up against his own incredulous face. "Just cooperate for once, will you?"
"Hey now!" a gruff voice called. "What are ye doin', girl?" Both Cattie-brie and the drow caught beneath her turned to see Bruenor hurrying across their trampled practice ground. For a long moment Cattie-brie just started at her adoptive father, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly, then she turned to stare disbelievingly down at Drizzt. Her skin was very pale and her eyes wide and frightened.
"I don't- I don't know," she stuttered, hurrying with shaking hands to set her drow friend free as Bruenor finally arrived at their side. "I don't know what came o'er me…I just…Drizzt…"
The goodly dark elf sat up, rubbing at his sore wrists. "Never mind," he gently assured the distraught young woman, whose eyes were sparkling with tears. "See, no harm done."
"But I hurt ye," she sniffled, her trembling fingers hovering over the scratches on his chest, from which were welling ruby-hued droplets of blood. "Oh, Drizzt! I-I'm sorry…"
The drow shrugged, careful to keep any wince or grimace off his face. He didn't understand what had just happened, but he could see his lovely young friend was in a very fragile state of mind, and didn't want to do or say anything to cause her further distress.
Cattie-brie helped him to his feet while Bruenor collected his discarded scimitar, and then the trio made their way back inside, the young woman clinging tremulously to Drizzt's waist.
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Drizzt slowly undressed for bed, changing into soft cotton sleeping pants. He'd bathed the cuts and scratches Cattie-brie had given him that morning, and now he stood carefully examining his face in his small mirror, by the low light of a single candle. His lip had swelled displeasingly where she'd slapped him, and the drow sighed softly, worried for his friend. They had grown even closer to one another recently, and Drizzt feared their increasing intimacy might have had something to do with Cattie's strange snap.
With another soft sigh he blew out the candle and slipped between his cool sheets, shivering pleasantly until his body began to warm them. Shifting to find the most comfortable position, mindful of the sting if he accidentally brushed the scratches on his chest, the elf soon felt his eyelids growing heavy, and willingly fell into a peaceful reverie.
oOo
It was just like a dream. It should have been dark, yet she found she could still see, her world showing in a magnificently beautiful kaleidoscope of whirling, shifting colours. She moved silently along the corridors, gazing in avid fascination at the way the stone walls, normally a uniform hue of grey to her eyes, showed her an ever-changing rainbow.
The wooden door to which she came was almost as interesting, showing the very last remnants of heat from where a long-fingered, elegant hand had pressed against the wood. She pressed her own hand against the mark and quietly opened the door, stepping softly within.
She felt a slow smile spread across her face when she beheld the sleeping drow, his face serene under the silky fall of his hair. He looked so sweet and peaceful, cuddled into his plump pillow, the light blankets (for the ever-burning forges kept Mithril Hall deliciously warm, even in the depths of winter) draped elegantly over his lean frame.
She was careful as she clambered onto the bed, not wanting to wake him just yet. Straddling his still form, winding her arms securely about his neck, she captured his lips with her own, in a passionate, heated kiss. She hummed happily as he stirred beneath her; his long lashes fluttering as he struggled to open sleepy eyes.
"Mmmm…Cattie-brie?" he murmured groggily. "What are you doing up?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" she replied huskily, freeing one hand to stroke firmly over his more interesting areas, which were waking too.
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He had been woken from his peaceful reverie by the pleasant sensation of a warm, heavy body atop him and soft, full lips pressed to his own. It was a delicious way to wake up.
It was Cattie-brie atop him, her eyes half-lidded and glittering dark with lust. "Mmmm…" he half moaned, half sighed. "Cattie-brie? What are you doing up?"
What happened next might have been part of some bizarre nightmare. Drizzt actually pinched his arm sharply, but the fact that it hurt didn't reassure him in any way, shape or form.
"What do you think I'm doing?" the young woman wrapped snugly about him purred. But it wasn't her sweet voice which issued from her mouth- it was more melodic, true, but of a higher pitch, with a slight tendency to whine. Even more disturbing to the sleep-fuddled Drizzt was the fact that his beloved Cattie-brie was speaking fluent drow.
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Drizzt's eyes widened. "Cattie? What- why are you speaking drow? What's wrong with your voice?" he began to struggle, making an earnest bid to get away, but she managed to keep him down, though it took more effort than she had expected.
"Hush," she soothed, while enthusiastically feeling him up. "Just lie back and enjoy. I'm not going to hurt you- well, not much, anyway. It'll be fun."
oOo
She was evidently stronger too. The goodly drow attempted to squirm out from beneath the young woman, but she managed to keep him firmly trapped beneath her. It was hard to think with those lovely hands wandering all over his more sensitive areas in such a distracting way, and hard to speak when he constantly had to fight down the urge to arch his back and moan.
oOo
"Cattie…unh…you're not well. You need to stop this, and we need to get you help…"
"I told you, you talk too much." She gave a gentle squeeze, catching his mouth in a searing kiss. Her voice dropped further, to a deep, throaty purr. "The only thing I want you to tell me is that you want to be my slave."
Drizzt's eyes were already wide, and soon they were positively popping. "Wh- what did you say?" he stuttered, pushing feebly at her shoulders.
oOo
Drizzt lay quivering under the warm and very attractive person insistently groping him. He must have misheard- Cattie-brie would never say such a thing. Cattie-brie would never sneak into his room and feel him up either- which was a pity, but still true.
What was really bothering him, though, was the memory of a boat on an Underdark lake, with a lustful drowess coming close, leaning close, to whisper in his ear: "Tell me that you want to be my slave."
He remembered his dreams of a few weeks before as well, and a horrible suspicion began taking shape in his mind. But he didn't understand…ooooh. That really was very distracting…he didn't understand how what he was thinking would be possible…aaaahh.
The female above him chuckled, and when a flushed and thoroughly flustered Drizzt looked up it was to see her beautiful blue eyes had darkened to a very strange hue of purple. As if the blue had been overlaid with red.
He knew, without doubt, at that moment, that the woman atop him was not Cattie-brie. At least, not solely her.
Inspiration struck. It was hard to break the pleasant lethargy that insisted he stay where he was and let her continue what she was doing- oh, that would've been nice!- but he was more disciplined than that. Once he'd steeled himself to end that sweet, sweet torture it was but the work of a moment to roll them, pinning her down into the mattress between his tensed body.
Her fair features twisted in a scowl as he held her wrists tight until he'd had time to bind them with a sheet from the bed.
"Stay here, Cattie," he soothed, dropping a butterfly kiss between her eyes, which were bare slits in her coldly furious face. "I'm going to get help, alright?"
With a last, anxious glance back at the figure struggling against her bonds on the bed, Drizzt slipped around the door, hurrying in search of Bruenor.
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When the drow returned, Bruenor, Regis, and a trio of dwarven clerics in tow, it was to find Cattie-brie lying still and quiet, weeping softly.
"Cattie?" the drow asked desperately, kneeling on the bed at her side and undoing the bindings as quickly as he could. "Cattie?"
"I dunno what happened," the young woman sobbed, throwing her arms about the goodly drow's neck and pulling him tight to her, as a frightened child might a favourite stuffed toy. "It was like a dream. An' everythin'…everythin' looked different. An' all I could think about was that I wanted ye…" She buried her face in the warm crook of Drizzt's neck, rocking back and forth in her distress. "I'm sorry," she whispered miserably as the drow stroked her hair and cuddled her close. "I'm not like that."
"I know," Drizzt whispered comfortingly into her hair. "I know."
I'm not 100 happy with the latter part of this chapter. But that's nothing abnormal. Anyways, as always, reviews are very much appreciated.