A/N: This and a previous chapter were requests. Keep sending me your weird shit, I love it! 3

Also, foot stuff/public stuff.

Tav dragged Astarion out into the gloomy day. Rain still fell, misty and clinging. Astarion feared encountering Cazador's spawn, but Tav reasoned with him.

"We've been here for two days. You went and bought a new set of clothes yesterday, then visited the bath house. If they were going to come after you they would have."

He agreed. Cazador's spawn would have had plenty of time to discreetly drag him back to the manor. They avoided drawing attention, and they would still burn under the clouded sun.

They strolled, hand in hand, under the eaves of homes and shops. People stepped by them and carried on with their lives.

"This is so weird," Astarion laughed. "Of all things to feel weird…"

"Hm?"

"Just being out in public with you," he said, leaning closer and speaking softly into her ear. "I feel like I shouldn't be allowed in public anymore."

"Nobody knows and nobody cares. It's wonderful," Tav laughed. "Nobody knows that last night I had you on your knees, begging to-"

Astarion hushed her, blushing.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop for now," she ceded, scanning the store fronts down the street. "I"m hungry. Want to stop somewhere for a bite to eat? Well, stop to watch me eat, really."

They entered a restaurant, dimly lit by the bleak day. Six circular tables with emerald fabric draped over them were arranged around the small room, singing spilling out from of a curtain separating the kitchen from the dining area. Two other couples were seated.

A dwarf stepped over to them.

"Two?"

"Yes, thank you," Tav answered. They were promptly seated and the dwarf informed her of what was being served that day: paella with shrimp and mussels in an herbed broth. Tav ordered her serving, and a bottle of wine for them to share. The wine was brought to them immediately, with two glasses, and the dwarf disappeared.

Tav sipped from her glass. It was good… but something was missing.

"I almost prefer the piss we loot off corpses," Astarion muttered, drinking quickly. "I think you've ruined my palette."

"That's what it is," Tav laughed. "Doesn't taste like piss."

Astarion watched as a man, seated with his lover behind Tav, turned and scowled at her.

"I don't think the gentleman behind you likes to hear you talk about piss," he chucked into his glass.

If Tav weren't enjoying pretending to be normal with Astarion she would have turned around and asked the man if he wanted a taste from the source. But she didn't. She looked at Astarion.

"When was the last time you did something like this?" she asked. "Sitting at a table. On a date."

"Oh, a date…" he waxed nostalgic. "It's been quite a while. Long before you were born."

"Do you remember who it was with?"

"A young lady my parents wanted to pair me with," he recalled. "Also a high elf. Long, beautiful blonde hair but not a thought in her head. I asked her what she liked to read and she told me she liked to read the street posts that told you where to go."

Tav exhaled and laughed.

"I take it there was no second date?"

"No. I walked her home and she asked me when I was going to propose to her. I told her my stomach hurt and took off," he smiled. "Didn't have to worry about the aftermath of that for long. Cazador found me."

Astarion placed his hand over Tav's and spoke again.

"What about you? When was your last date?"

"Must have been a few months before the ship incident, hard to remember," she said, raising an eyebrow. "I was here in Baldur's Gate, letting a gentleman court me and pay for my apartment. He took me out once a week, when his wife was busy with her social obligations, to restaurants on the other side of town."

Tav lowered her voice, trying to respect the other guests.

"All he wanted was for me to rub him under the table with my foot. I ate and drank until I was too full to move and he just watched. When he finished he escorted me home, dropped a bag of coin into my hand, and promised to send more later. He always did."

"That's hardly a date," Astarion tittered, his mind drifting. He had never thought much about Tav's feet. They were slim and tiny, nails trimmed neatly. She always brought a pumice stone with her to her baths to scrub them. He had rubbed them before and they were very soft. "So he liked your feet?"

"He did," she answered quietly. "If I let him into my apartment he'd spend hours shoving my foot into his mouth and well… you know. That thing men do."

Did he like her feet that way? He doubted it, because it had never crossed his mind, but stranger things had happened.

"So in a restaurant, just like this?" Astarion asked quietly, looking over the rim of his glass into Tav's eyes.

The dwarf returned, setting a hot plate heaped with delicious spicy rice and shiny mussel shells. Tav spooned a bite into her mouth. It was heavenly, but Astarion was boring holes into her with his eyes. He was very interested in what she had said.

"Just like this. Other people eating, staff walking around," she spoke. Beneath the table she slipped her foot out of her boot and sock and pressed her toes against Astarion's shin, stretching. She could eat and tease but he'd have to meet her halfway.

He scooted his chair closer, his lap covered by the table cloth. Tav rested her foot on the chair in the space between his legs, nudging her foot around and judging the distance. She would be able to reach him without sliding too far forward into her chair and drawing attention.

"Trust me, this is an ART," she said sarcastically, having another bite of rice. "I don't think you're into it but you're going to have to deal with me eating. This is too good."

"Doesn't bother me at all, love."

Tav lifted her foot again and used her toes to guide her. She felt his waistband, the coins in his pocket, then his cock. He was already hard, more interested than she thought. She rubbed her toe down his shaft through the thin fabric that separated them.

"For someone who turns so red when I run my mouth, you sure do run head first into situations I wouldn't expect," she said, her tone even. "Is it the excitement? Knowing we're not alone?"

"Both," he answered, maintaining a straight face. "Mostly just you."

Her muscles seemed to recognize the old pattern of movement. Tav wondered how that man was doing these days. Did his wife ever find out? She laid her arch over him and stroked gently.

"As always, I'm flattered," she replied. "Is this still a date?"

"I would think so, but," Astarion said, "You know how to read and I'm not going to pay you. You have all my money, anyway."

Tav laughed, took another bite, and spoke.

"This is a wonderful first date then."

Astarion nodded and smiled, watching her lips move. She could have called him a stupid cunt and spit on him and he would have done the same thing.

Her foot moved, startling him. She began moving, but grew frustrated. She thought for a moment.

"Have you ever unwrapped a present?"

"What?" he asked.

"You know. You take the cloth off and underneath is a wonderful gift. Something you love and will use every day…"

Astarion glanced around before hooking his thumbs into his trousers and slipping them down to his knees.

"I hope there's not a fire," he said, the wood underneath his ass cold. "So dangerous."

"I'm not worried about it," Tav said, shoving a piece of chicken in her mouth and chewing. Her foot lifted again and she placed her heel at the base of his cock. She could feel his skin glide under her as she slid his head between her big toe and other digits. His precum had made her job much easier.

The bones in her toes hurt wonderfully. She raised and lifted them, squeezing and flexing. The arch of her foot grazed his shaft as he moved. Her fleshy heel applied pressure as she moved.

Astarion blinked hard. He brought the wine back to his lips and sipped, his hand trembling. Tav wriggled out of her other boot, hoping she could perform without making the act obvious to anyone. She remained seated straight in her chair, one hand around her glass of wine and the other bringing food to her lips.

She placed her other foot on his cock and realized his sticky precum wouldn't be enough to continue. She turned and called their waiter back over and requested bread and olive oil for her date.

"His stomach's a bit sensitive, but I'd like to get something in him," she smiled, squeezing him between her toes.

Astarion's head swam as he nodded and smiled as politely as he could. The dwarf returned quickly, placing the bottle of oil and bread on the table before disappearing. The dwarf knew something weird was happening but didn't get paid enough to chase it down. Whatever was going on at that table was above his pay.

"How are you planning on…" Astarion looked at the oil.

"You'll douse yourself in it when I tell you to," she said, sipping her wine. "People don't pay attention for shit."

She scanned the room. She could hear the couple behind her, engaged in conversation. The couple behind Astarion was admiring a landscape print on the table in front of them. The dwarf had vanished into the kitchen.

"Do it now. Don't be shy."

Astarion grabbed the oil, uncapped the lid with his thumb and shoved it under the table. He drizzled it over himself.

"Alright, that's enough," Tav said softly.

He returned the bottle to the table, replaced the lid, and held his breath. Her feet were on either side of his cock, covered in oil.

"Eat your bread, love," Tav hummed.

Astarion lifted a piece of the warm, white bread to his lips and halted it there. She had begun to stroke him between her feet. He pressed the bread to his lips, trying to contain the energy burning inside him.

While Tav worked him, she continued to eat. She held his eyes in hers, her upper body unmoving. She ate slowly.

Astarion knew this was insane. Somehow mild compared to everything else, but also insane. Was she going to make him cum? Was he supposed to be quiet? He shoved another piece of bread in his mouth. Tav had begun rolling his cock between her feet, pressure from her heels and slickness from her arches. He tensed his stomach and stifled the moans trying to escape his throat.

"I think I figured out why I'm enjoying this," Astarion said slowly and softly, controlling his voice to prevent a sudden, loud change. "I have to be quiet."

"Yes," Tav said in a whisper, sipping her wine. "How embarrassing would it be if you moaned like you do when I put my cunt in your face?"

Astarion pressed his tongue into the roof of his mouth and pressed his lips together.

"I think there's something else to it, too," Tav added in the same whisper, pressing her toes into his cock. "Imagine, I keep doing this as I am, but I do something crazy like…"

Her eyes glanced over the table.

"I take this knife and slice into myself. You see my blood spill from my veins, but you're stuck where you are. You can smell me and see me, but all you have are my feet."

She clasped her feet around him, only her arches gliding over him. Slick and rigid.

"You cum and make those pretty little noises, even though you don't want to. Everyone hears and turns and looks at you."

Astarion's blood struggled between rushing to his face and his cock. He could feel their eyes on him. He let Tav jerk him off and go stupid at this table. His brain had apparently left his body and left his cock in charge. His cock loved the shame.

"They're staring at you and you hear someone say they can't believe you would do that in a place like this. In front of others. They ask you if you have no control."

Astarion shakes his head no. No, he didn't have any. His body was trembling, and his glass of wine clicked against his teeth as he tried to drink.

Tav continued to whisper, just quiet enough for him and only him to hear.

"Someone calls you disgusting, and the dwarf noticed what's going on."

She squeezed her feet together tighter, forcing them hard over his cock. She felt him throb.

"Someone pulls you away from the table, asking you what on earth is wrong with you," she whispered after taking another bite. "You're forced to your feet and everyone sees you."

Astarion's stomach fluttered.

"Everyone sees the mess you've made of yourself. They see your cum and the oil all over your cock. One of the women starts to laugh."

Astarion's eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. His cock jerked between the tight slit her feet had formed as he came over her toes. He shoved another piece of bread in his mouth as he leaned against the table, his fingers digging into the table cloth.

He imagined someone laughing at him. Laughing at his messy, stupid little cock. Dripping with oil and cum. Laughing at him because Tav turned him into putty in her hands. Laughing because he was ready to crawl under the table and suck his cum off her toes and beg for more.

Tav continued eating, seemingly unbothered by the twitching in front of her, but she was bothered. She felt herself get wet watching Astarion trying not to make noise. She felt herself burn as he turned redder, imagining the shame of being caught.

She finished her meal, dragging her soiled feet over the carpet beneath them, and slipped her boots back on. Astarion cleaned himself the best he could, glancing around as he wiped himself with a napkin and hoping no one would look too closely at it.

"That was not a normal date," Astarion said as they left the restaurant. "I still don't think I know what one is but that was not it."

"We'll figure it out some day," Tav laughed. "Maybe. Probably not. Who cares. I made you cum all over yourself in a restaurant. Awesome date."

"You're not sticky and wet," Astarion whined. "I need a bath."

"I'm both of those things. Happy for you," she winked at him as they made their way down the street. "Let's go get you your bath, stinky boy."

The bath house was divided by sex because of people like Tav and Astarion. No one wanted to wash up while someone was being fingered. They bathed separately, a productive but unexciting affair. They returned to their room, changing back into comfortable clothes and reclining on the bed to watch dark clouds pass over the harbor.

"Can I play with your feet?" Astarion asked, his head resting on hers as they cuddled.

"Sure. I'm too full to move much right now, are you alright with that?" she laughed. "You're not gonna get much action out of me.

"Totally fine, love," he answered, kissing her cheek. He crawled to the edge of the bed and placed her feet in his lap, taking one in his were tiny, even by elf standards. Her toes were short but delightfully plump. He ran his finger up and down the arch of her foot. His cock had fit perfectly in that space. He pressed her foot to his face and sighed.

Tav lay flat on her back, dozing off. Him touching her feet felt wonderful. If he wanted to do the work, she wouldn't stop him.

Astarion sniffed her foot lightly. She smelled of the soap provided by the bathhouse and clean flesh. He sniffed again, inhaling deeper. The clean skin smell came through stronger. He slipped her big toe into his mouth and closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose.

Like many things, he'd done this before. But not like this. He had never closed his eyes and let his tongue roll over the bottom of the toe, tracing the texture. He had sucked toes as a means to entice ladies to come back to the manor with him, to show he was a sensitive lover. He wasn't leading anyone anywhere right now. Just enjoying himself while Tav rested.

He sucked her smaller toes, one after the other, loving the plump feeling of their ends. He brought himself back to her big toe, his breath coming quicker. He liked having her in his mouth. Any part. His cock twitched and he wrapped his hand around her other foot, feeling her toes between his fingers and squeezing gently.

He sucked on her toe for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He liked what had happened so far but wanted more. His mouth watered and he put his lips over another toe, his mouth slightly fuller.

This was closer. He liked his mouth being full. He rubbed the wrinkled sole of Tav's other foot with his thumb. He wrapped his lips over all of her toes and closed them tight. He ran his tongue over each of her toes, feeling them bounce after he released his touch.

He freed his cock from his pants and rubbed it against the sole of Tav's other foot. He shuddered. The wrinkles were delightful. He hadn't noticed them before. He tapped his cock against her toes, a sticky trail of precum lingering between the motions. He moaned awkwardly onto her foot, waking her.

Tav sat up and watched Astarion pleasure himself for a moment before clearing her throat. He quickly pulled her foot out of his mouth, feeling like he had been caught doing something but he didn't know what. She had told him he could.

"May I participate?" she asked.

"O-of course," he stammered. "I don't really know what I'm doing anyway."

"You're doing it right, I just want to play," she winked. "On your knees on the floor, facing the bed. Take your pants off. Leave your shirt on."

He obeyed. No questions asked. Clothes removed, knees on the floor. He watched as she disrobed and sat in front of him, her wet cunt inches from his face.

"Open your mouth."

He obeyed. She slid her toes onto his tongue and he wrapped his lips around them again. She pressed her toes down gently, his jaw resisting the force.

"How's your gag reflex?" she asked, looking at him.

He gave her a thumbs up and tried to say something but it came out muffled. He gagged easily but his stomach worked differently now. He wouldn't be ruining anything with an accident.

"Good. Don't talk, no words for a while," she muttered. "Just noises. Just be noises for me."

He'd be whatever she wanted. Noises, moans, grunts, cries.

She curled her toes in his mouth, forcing it open slightly. He could smell her cunt. His hand found his cock and he stroked.

Tav debated on warning him before she acted, but the element of surprise for this act only came once. She gripped his shirt in her hand and forced her foot hard into his mouth, her toes pressing against the back of his throat. He gagged hard, his throat squeezing her. She flexed her toes and he gagged again, his voice part of the sound this time. A moan. She looked down and saw he had begun pumping himself harder.

She slid her foot out, stringy saliva trailing from his lips to her toes.

"Did you like that?"

He nodded, his mouth still wide open and his tongue out. He looked at her, desperate for more.

She slid her toes back into his mouth, stopping quickly and only letting him race his tongue between them. He tried to slide his mouth over her more but she slid back, making him wait. He moaned, wanting more. Her foot hitting his throat hurt and gagging made him see stars.

"Be patient," she teased him before thrusting her foot back inside him and feeling his throat. He was just as surprised and choked on her flesh, gagging and moaning. She flexed her toes, pushing harder against the back of his throat. Tears streamed down the side of his face. His eyes were open but she could only see their whites.

She turned her foot, stretching against the tender flesh of his throat. He forced himself deeper onto her foot, taking her heel in his hand and pushing. Tav let him.

He came onto his hand, gagging and choking as he fucked his throat with her. Her pretty feet. They moved so nimbly against his tongue and pushed so well against his throat.

Tav loved the noises she was hearing. He had forgotten she was there. He wretched and shuddered around her foot. Saliva dripped from his lips as he moaned, panting.

Astarion swallowed several times, trying to catch his breath. He wiped the sticky spit from his face and began to come back to the moment. Tav's foot was still in his hand and she smiled at him, amused.

"Forgot where I was for a minute," he spoke hoarsely.

"I noticed," Tav laughed. "Have fun?"

He nodded, his eyes wide.

"I didn't think I would like that."