Devotion
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/54729973.
Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
F/M
Fandom:
Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
Relationships:
Gale/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female
Characters:
Character(s)
Gale (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags:
Location: Sharess' Caress, Bathing/Washing, Massage, Romance,
Euphemisms, Devotion, Vaginal Fingering, Love Confessions, Promises,
Language:
Hope, Bible Quotes (Abrahamic Religions), Poetic, Love, Worship
English
Stats:
Published: 2024-03-25 Words: 1,171 Chapters: 1/1
Devotion
by WifeyOfTheKing
Summary
Gale and Athena get to take a well-deserved bath in Sharess´ Caress.
A short OneShot about devotion, intimacy, hopes and promises.
The water engulfing her calves was pleasantly warm; the sound of flowing water for the first time in a long while coming from an artificial source – a little fountain - rather than the streams they had gotten used to.
The faint scent of roses filled the air, bringing a luxury into the Paladin´s life she had believed lost.
It was a soft touch at the wrist, which called the Half-Elf out of her mind´s musings.
The instinct to turn around averted by a broad chest pressed against her curved back.
The sigh escaping her provoked a deep chuckle, the body behind her vibrating soothingly with it. Warm skin against hers, chest hair caressing her tender flesh.
Gale´s strong arms embraced her, his lips bestowing a tender kiss upon her hair.
"What gift from the Gods to have been blessed with a clever woman. Who would have thought we would end up bathing in a brothel?"
The wizard´s words coaxed a smile from Athena. Who would´ve thought, indeed?
"I did not take Raphael´s deal, but I knew requesting time in Sharess´ Caress to take a bath, would make him think it can only increase the chances of us reconsidering.
He might have thought it would heighten my sympathy for him. Maybe he saw right through me but took a liking to us? Whatever made him grant the wish, I´m grateful."
Her words resembled more a mumbling than anything else; her eyes closed, while giving into the delicate feeling his nuzzling of her neck evoked.
"Whoever would deny you the use of their rooms to cleanse your body and bring you pleasure is a cruel fool."
The words left him before he placed an open-mouthed kiss on her shoulder, extracting the sweetest moan from his beloved.
"Gale." His name broke free like a silent prayer. In a way it qualified as one; a prayer to the goddess which personified love and beauty.
His strong hands found her waist; his wide chest lowered itself behind her with the rest of his athletic body, and before she had enough time to contemplate what was transpiring, his teeth grazed the soft skin between her buttocks and her thigh.
"You resemble the dawn and are beautiful like the moon; bright as the sun and awe-inspiring like an army with banners. (Ref. Song of Solomon 6:10)
The gods look down upon you and desire you to be one of them. What a goddess you are, even now with a beating heart in your chest."
Her womanhood clenched with the shudder taking over her body; desire flooding her veins not yet like burning flames but glimmering coals.
The buds of the hills that were her breasts rose in anticipation; her feminine hands finding into her kneeling lover's hair.
Mind blurred the thought winning out was one which prodded another amused huff from him. "Your knees..."
"Will be fine", he finished her sentence, adding an "although they might punish me", in a confession only audible to himself.
The outsides of his index fingers caressed her tights from back to inside, imploring her to allow him closer to her sanctum.
Granting him his silent request she opened her pillars of marble; giving herself fully to him.
Her vulnerability was rewarded with the velvet touch of his fingers.
A needy sigh left her; one others would be ashamed to offer the room.
His fingers probed her folds softly, eventually dipping curiously into the well of her nectar.
It was his turn to groan.
"You´re already prepared to welcome me home."
He felt her insides tightening around his fingers upon hearing his assessment. She was divine.
Truly and completely otherworldly.
"I´m always awaiting your homecoming, Gale."
Athena´s whispered declaration of love made him lean his head against her lower back.
He did not deserve such love; most certainly not from a woman like her. He could not offer much, and having agreed to her wish of rejecting godhood, he never would. Despite her repeated claims of devotion to the man he was; despite her never ceasing compliments and her endearing dedication to him visible in expression as in deeds – it was incomprehensible to him that she could be satisfied with Gale the fallen wizard, when she deserved the world at her feet.
Redirecting his thoughts, he kissed her spine.
"Let me indulge in your proximity before burying myself fully in your depths. I want to lose myself in you; for once surrounded by the olfactory pleasure of scented oils, magically secured doors, and daylight caressing your alabaster skin. I want to drink from the sweet wine that are your lips, taking in every shudder of your body and every sigh rising through your throat."
Slowly turning around – the sound of moving water accompanying her – she placed her elegant hands, which had allowed for her survival through many trials, on his shoulders. A dance led one of them up to his neck and eventually into his hair; softly massaging his scalp - eliciting a quivering sigh.
"I love you, Gale Dekarios. I promise to do everything in my power to ensure we have the life we envisioned together. You will see Waterdeep again, and we will let the wine in your cellar touch our tongues before intertwining them in front of the hearth in your tower. We are nearly there; not long and all of this tyranny will find its end. There is hope – and not one founded in blind optimism either."
She saw the smile in his eyes before it seized his lips; her fingers gently brushing his temple.
"Let me work oil into your skin, while easing your aching muscles. Allow me to eat the fruit of your garden while indulging in your very own fragrance."
Her sensual whisper reached his ear with the caressing wind of her breath; her soul-searching eyes, now that she was kneeling before him, on his level and full of devotion. He was certain it rivaled the feeling of a god worshipped.
His capable hands cupped her face as if it were the most delicate thing they had ever dared touch, a thumb prying her lips to part by stroking the plump lower one.
Their bond was electrifying the air around them; even an onlooker would´ve been able to sense it. The warmth between them lay like a heavy blanket upon their shoulders, calling them to union. The sun beams shining through the window not merely aiding their hearts´ efforts of keeping them warm, but also enforcing the dream-like scenery.
"How beautiful you are in your boundless devotion." He paused, his eyes taking in every detail of her face and upper body – her hands having found his in the meantime. How glorious this wonderful creature; how ethereal this woman he was whole-heartedly bound to. If she wished to fuse with him by starting with non-verbal promises to him, so be it. Doubting her was far from him.
"Very well, let us explore. I´m ready and willing."
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