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When she'd agreed to investigate the death of a member of the temple to Umberlee, Estelle had not done so for a reward. Yet now, with Gale standing beside her in the robe they'd been given, Estelle would say she'd been rewarded incredibly well.
It was a treat every time she looked at Gale. A triangle of skin led her eyes down Gale's wonderful chest — she could imagine all too well how it would feel to run her hand along that path. Out of the corner of her eye, she'd spot a bare leg, and she would follow it up, far past where Gale's usual briefs would start. The diamond cutout on the back urged her to wrap her arms around her lover's waist, sliding one hand past his leg and the other across his chest and to grope and fondle to her heart's content.
It was also incredibly distracting.
For his part, Gale seemed fairly unbothered. He'd made a quiet quip about how the healing magic out to compensate for any exposure, but then he'd said nothing more about the subject.
Estelle felt embarrassed by how badly the robe made her want him. They were already lovers, and they had sex fairly often. She'd certainly seen far more of him than the robe revealed. And yet there was something about the way the robe teased the sight of Gale's body that drove Estelle wild.
The opportunity to act on her desperate desire came when the two of them went on a quick shopping trip to replenish their assortment of specialty arrows and bombs. It was the first time the two of them had been alone in ages. Gale bent down to get a better look at a scroll, and Estelle clenched her hands into fists to keep from fondling her lover in the middle of the market. Eventually, Gale straightened up and looked back at Estelle to discuss where to go next.
Wordlessly, Estelle took Gale's arm and led him to an empty alleyway.
“My love?”
“You have no idea how tempting you look in that robe, do you?” Estelle asked, wrapping her arms around Gale's waist and pulling his back against her front.
“Tempting, am I?” Gale teased with a grin, leaning back into her hold. “I thought you were a holy warrior.”
“I made no oath of chastity, as you well know,” Estelle whispered in his ear. “I want to run my hands over you. I want to slip one under your skirt and then…”
Gale let out a quiet chuckle. “Remove your gloves and let me cast a few spells, and I'll let you have your wicked way with me.”
“Wicked, am I?” Estelle asked. But she did as Gale asked, tucking her gloves into her bag.
Gale quickly cast the spells he'd mentioned and then turned to kiss Estelle. The kiss was hungry, desperate, and they parted with a gasp.
“Turn around.” Estelle smiled at the shiver that ran through Gale's body as he obeyed. She slid her arms back around her waist and pulled him close. Her tail wrapped around his thigh possessively. “You are so beautiful, Gale,” she declared as one of her hands ran along his exposed chest. “Gods, you must be the most beautiful man in Faerûn when you're dressed like this.”
“I think the robe is doing most of the work,” Gale replied, arching against her. He let out a quiet gasp as Estelle’s fingers slid under the robe and brushed over his nipple.
“No,” Estelle denied firmly as her other hand traced along his thigh, slipping under the flap of fabric in the front. “It’s only enhancing what’s already there, my light.” She nipped at his neck, just above the robe’s collar, knowing full well that her sharp teeth were sure to leave an obvious bruise. “The robe wouldn’t have the same effect on me if someone else was wearing it.”
Gale whimpered. “Estelle, please.” He shifted against her, trying to guide her hand inward.
Her tail pet his leg soothingly as her hand crept up to the crease between his hip and thigh. “No underwear?” she teased, her voice coming out breathy.
“No point,” Gale groaned. “The robe is enchanted. My love, please.” The last word was an aching desperate moan.
Estelle gave in, tired of teasing both of them, and gently wrapped her hand around Gale’s hard cock.
Gale gasped, his head drooping slightly. “I can see us. Pressing against the fabric. Gods. Let me just…” He murmured something and suddenly a slickness filled Estelle’s hand.
“My brilliant love,” Estelle cooed in his ear, causing Gale to shiver at the praise. “Maybe another time I could open you up with my mage hand and ride you while you suck on my tail. Would you like that?”
Gale moaned at the thought, writhing in Estelle’s grasp. “Ha! Yes. I’m yours, my love!”
Estelle began to stroke Gale in earnest now drawing desperate panting and groans from the wizard. “You beautiful, brilliant thing,” she murmured, because she knew how much he loved to be praised and she wanted desperately to give that to him. “After all of this, you are going to show me that sexy book of yours and we are going to try everything.”
“Es-Estelle, I’m—!”
“I love you, Gale Dekarios.”
Gale spilled in her hand with a groan. Estelle slowly stroked him through it before letting go as she pressed soft kisses to his neck.
Gale rolled his head back to rest on Estelle’s shoulder, leaning his entire body weight against her. “My love, that was…” —he paused, panting as he tried to find the right word— “marvelous.”
Estelle chuckled. It was always a triumph to make Gale lose his words, even if only for a moment. “When we get back to the Elfsong, would you be willing to—”
“Of course,” Gale promised breathlessly before Estelle could even finish her question. “I would be more than delighted to return the favor, as it were.”
Estelle nuzzled fondly against his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Gale replied. “Let me just…” He waved his hand and both his spend and the slickness he’d summoned earlier disappeared. “There.”
Estelle smiled against Gale’s neck. “Perfect.”
Gale relished in the feeling of being held for a moment, then he straightened up and cleared his throat. “Perhaps I should switch to a different robe for the time being. I dread to think what would happen if you were distracted in the middle of a fight.”