#I'm 1800 words in and they're not even UNDRESSEDDDD

[spiritsong]

WIP

tagged by @bhaalsdeepbat and @justabiteofspite, thank you friends! <3

would you believe me if I said after all this time I've never written smut involving astarion before. yeah I know crazy right

I wasn't even supposed to do this (yet)! This is from the tav!Aune longfic I mentioned previously. It's split into a number of parts. This little bit is from Part Four, which takes place post-game. I was working on the outline and then I blinked and suddenly I was writing actual prose, oops:

"No touching." His voice brooked no impertinence. He pinned her wrist against the chair's armrest to punctuate the point, then brought the one he still held up to his mouth. As the soft plush of his lips brushed against her skin, Aune felt heat start to gather around her ears, her neck, her chest - which began to rise and fall in such a way that was hard to ignore. She swallowed with some difficulty, her throat tight and aching with her tense anticipation. He had never fed from her wrist before. She wondered how it might feel, how it might differ from the other places he had supped from. Astarion parted his lips just slightly, blowing breath onto her wrist. His indolent gaze rested heavy on her as he drew out the moment. The sensuous red of his irises peeking out past lowered eyelids and dark lashes... he was the seamless combination of coyness and danger personified. The fire that enticed with its glow; flirtatious flames beckoning, crooning, Don't you want to press yourself into me? Find out for yourself whether I am warm and never burning? Whether I will embrace you with tenderness or with ruination?

tagging @dragon--sage @anderstrevelyan @witch-from-a-block-of-flats @diaphanouso <3