TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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[sixfeetofdirt]

"Lucky us," he agrees, rolling onto his side and cuddling up close.

"...Thank you," he adds, after a moment. "Not for the obvious, but for - trusting me."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah," he agrees. "And thank you. For the obvious, too."

He turns for another kiss. "I'd only do that with you."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion gives him a sly little smile as they part from that kiss.

"Not even if Rosita asked very nicely?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He laughs, staring up at the ceiling. "Dunno. Depends on if you're there or not."

[sixfeetofdirt]

That smile is becoming positively wicked, at this point.

"Is that something that's crossed your mind, mm?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He turns to look at him. "Yeah, haven't you thought about it? She's hot, right? I know you two aren't- whatever. But a man can dream."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"She is, and he can," Astarion agrees. "And - who knows. We aren't 'whatever' now, but...things can change."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"If it does, count me in."

He turns towards him, his hips and ass sore but in the best, best way. His hand rests lightly on Astarion's stomach, his fingers grazing his skin.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"It's hard not to think about you...pleasantly trapped, between my body and hers," Astarion admits, looking his way. "Men can dream, mm?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"God." What an image. It's something he's thought about in many times and many ways.

He's been wholly uninterested in anyone else but the two of them. Not since the other ship, especially. So together....

He turns and kisses him again. "Don't get me fucking started again. I'm too sore."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Apologies," he chuckles. "Will you stay here tonight? For the good of your recovery, of course."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Mm, yeah. Thought I might. " he scoots up closer to his side. "You gonna rub my back tomorrow if I'm sore?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"If you want." He reaches for the edge of the blanket to pull up over them. "Though I'm sure you'll be fine. I don't think I manhandled you too terribly."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He takes the blanket and pulls it up, holding Astarion closely.

"Hey, you're not the only one who gets to bitch."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion makes a wounded little sound.

"Jacob. Have I ever so much as insinuated that you've fucked a bad back into me?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He laughs deeply. "No, but I assumed that was because you're pretty fucking indestructible."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I'm very resilient, yes."

He reaches for the light switch.

"I do just complain for the pleasure of it."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

His eyes close, though he doesn't move his arm from around Astarion.

"I know. Keep doing it." A long pause and then: "Good night."