[Oh. Well, yes, Astarion knew that oil, didn't he? Knew the by now familiar scent of Gale as he inhaled so close to that beard, his skin, the moments before he sank his fangs into that precious neck. Oh yes, that would more than do for their purposes.]
Wonderful. Yes, we can make that work.
[The vampire reached across Gale, leaning quite close in the process, opening the drawer and fishing out the bottle. As he shifted back, he resettled himself straddling Gale's thighs and opened the bottle. That familiar scent suffused the air and Astarion couldn't help a pleased smile as he poured a liberal amount on his fingers.]
This time. I'll expect something sweeter smelling next time.
[Next time. As if the world weren't ending tonight. As if, even it weren't, Gale would ever want to... Well, to hell with those thoughts now. They had no place in this limited time. He reached behind himself with oil-slick fingers, no hesitation before he pressed one, then another inside himself, hissing softly.]
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Wonderful. Yes, we can make that work.
[The vampire reached across Gale, leaning quite close in the process, opening the drawer and fishing out the bottle. As he shifted back, he resettled himself straddling Gale's thighs and opened the bottle. That familiar scent suffused the air and Astarion couldn't help a pleased smile as he poured a liberal amount on his fingers.]
This time. I'll expect something sweeter smelling next time.
[Next time. As if the world weren't ending tonight. As if, even it weren't, Gale would ever want to... Well, to hell with those thoughts now. They had no place in this limited time. He reached behind himself with oil-slick fingers, no hesitation before he pressed one, then another inside himself, hissing softly.]