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Laudna nearly finds herself bouncing with excitement at the wrapped gift before her. She loves getting gifts, she always has! Back in Whitestone, growing up, it had been a rarity to receive or give anything, but then Imogen had come along, and Laudna had finally found someone to make little trinkets for, someone who wouldn’t be spooked by them.
Or well, at least not as much the rest of the people she had met anyway.
Now that they’re traveling in a group however, now that she has Dorian, things have changed, and Laudna can’t quite help the warmth that settles in her chest. It’s familiar, like she’s felt it before once upon a time, but is just now rediscovering it.
“Oh Dorian, you shouldn’t have!” She exclaims with a chuckle, reaching out to rest a hand on his arm. He’s warm and familiar, and his smile makes her heart flutter just a little in her chest.
“Well, I wanted to.” He replies, pushing the box towards her expectantly. “Open it.”
Once she’s got permission, Laudna pulls the lid off and pushes away the paper that covers the actual present, but when she finally gets to what she’s been looking for, she freezes.
“Dorian...” She mutters, reaching out to run her hands over the dark blue silk, the material soft against her fingertips. It’s a beautiful set of underwear, complete with a bra and panties, and it might just be the fanciest thing she’s ever owned.
“You don’t have to...I mean, I just thought...” Dorian starts, but then stops, and Laudna blinks, once, twice, before she looks up to meet his eyes. He seems almost bashful, maybe embarrassed, but she can’t think of a reason why he would be.
“Dorian this is beautiful. I don’t...” deserve this, she wants to say, but Laudna knows exactly what he’s going to say in response. Of course you do, and so she doesn’t say anything, instead pulls the panties from the box and smiles.
“You just want to see me in this, admit it.” Her voice takes on a teasing tone and it does the trick. Dorian laughs in response, head cocked to the side.
“Yeah well, of course. I think you’d look beautiful in it.” It makes Laudna blush, as much as she can blush, but she feels the warmth in her cheek either way.
“Would you like me to put this on?” She then asks, hoping that he’ll say yes. The rest of their friends are still downstairs, drinking and talking, or possibly having an arm-wrestling contest, Laudna isn’t entirely sure, but she doesn’t really care either. They finally have some time to themselves, and she intends to make good use of it.
“I mean...if you want to, yeah.” Dorian replies, and while the blush on his own cheeks has faded, he’s still watching her with wide eyes, and Laudna feels a shiver running down her spine.
“Dorian, of course I want to.” She smiles, reaching out to rest a hand against his cheek for a moment. “Wait here.”
It’s not the first time they’ve done this, but usually it’s stolen kisses and make out sessions in alleyways or wandering hands when they all share a sleeping space. They’re always quiet though, they have to be, but Laudna wonders how Dorian sounds when he doesn’t hold back.
Pondering on that thought, she steps into the adjacent bathroom ( they’ve booked a fancy place to stay at for the night, considering the fight they’ve had just a day ago, they all figured they deserved something nice ), and then slips out of her dress and usual underwear.
The silk feels nice against her skin when she puts it on, and she can’t help but run her fingers over it, too. It’s the nicest piece of fabric she’s ever owned, she thinks, and the thought that it’s in Dorian’s colors makes her stomach swoop just a little.
Laudna catches a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror then, and while she’s long gotten used to her looks, there’s a stark contrast between her appearance and the lingerie she’s wearing.
She hasn’t been insecure in a long time, but then Dorian had come along, and sometimes she still wonders if he really likes her, or if he’s going to change his mind any second now.
“Everything okay?” His voice pulls her from her thoughts, and Laudna focuses again, their eyes meeting in the mirror.
Dorian is standing in the doorway, his expression warm, but filled with a hint of concern. “You’ve been in here for like...ten minutes. So I thought I’d check on you.”
Laudna’s chest once again fills with warmth and she drops her gaze, attempting a smile. “Yes, yes. I’m fine. I was just...” She trails off, shaking her head. “It’s nothing.”
She half expects him to retreat, but instead Dorian steps up behind her, arms coming to wrap around her waist, and Laudna can’t help but look up again to meet his eyes in the mirror.
“Are you sure?” he asks, and now the concern in his eyes is real, and Laudna struggles to keep the happy façade up.
“Yeah, It’s just...” She sighs, leaning back into his touch. “You’ve seen my clothes. It’s all...stained. It all gets stained after a while, and this will get too,” She reaches down to run her fingers over the fabric once more. “And that would be a shame.”
Dorian’s hands run over the fabric, much like Laudna’s have done, for a moment, before he rests them on her stomach. “So what?” He finally mutters, leaning in to kiss her neck briefly, lips ghosting over the skin. “We’ll get you new ones. If you want,”
Laudna shivers at his touch and words, as she always does. She’s so easy for him, almost desperate for his touch and the warmth of his fingertips. Dorian has swept into her life like a fresh breeze, and now it’s hard to let go. Not that Laudna wants to, but sometimes she worries he’ll get bored of her.
Dorian, however, sweet Dorian, keeps proving her wrong.
His fingers dip into the waistband of the lovely panties he’s bought, and Laudna gasps, finding herself blushing just a little. She rarely does, but whenever it happens, the red is prominent on her otherwise pale cheeks.
“You don’t have to do that, you know?” her own hands run over the straps of her bra and the silky material, a moan slipping from her lips when Dorian’s hand delves deeper between her thighs.
“You’re beautiful, you know that right?” He then mutters against her neck, and the thing is: Laudna wholeheartedly believes him. She’s seen the way he looks at her, how his expression has changed from day one, where he’d been creeped out by her, and rightfully so, to today, where it’s filled with nothing but love and adoration.
Laudna never thought she’d feel this way, and that’s why it takes her by surprise repeatedly when Dorian looks at her the way he does right now through the mirror, and it’s enough to elicit a moan from her when his fingers brush against her clit.
“I do, but I don’t mind hearing it again...” She chuckles, leaning into the touch and gasping again when he easily pushes a finger into her. It’s a familiar feeling, and yet the angle is new, so Laudna finds herself arching back into him, searching for friction as her hands grip the sink tightly. Dorian has a way with his hands, and she knows she’s going to go weak in the knees eventually.
“Dorian...” A moan escapes her lips, and she feels herself getting lightheaded already, the image of them reflecting back at her a new experience. She can see the way his hand disappears between her thighs, the dark blue fabric moving along with it. Laudna slips her hand beneath the waistband, too, rests it on top of Dorian’s to press him closer to her core. “More, please.” He’d never deny her anything, she knows it, and so he quickly complies, another finger pressing into her and Laudna moans again, louder this time.
“Please...please...” She knows she’s at a point where she’s not making much sense, pushing her hips against his hand, and ultimately, it’s the way their eyes meet in the mirror, her own dark with her pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed and mouth hanging opening, and Dorian’s much the same, his lips pressing against the back of her neck.
“Come on...I’ve got you.” He whispers, and Laudna is gone, stumbling over the edge, hands gripping the sink so tightly she thinks it might break. It won’t, of course, but it takes all the strength she has to stay upright, her legs quivering from the aftershocks as she goes limp against Dorian.
He’s holding her upright, she realizes when she comes back to herself, lips curved into a half smile.
“Dorian...” she mutters, feeling his arms scoop her up, her own looping around his neck. Laudna briefly thinks back to the first time he had carried her like this, back when they had barely known each other, and when she hadn’t wanted to be touched by him at all.
Oh, how times have changed.
“My bard in shining armor,” She murmurs with a smile, and when she blinks, they’re on the bed, and Dorian is kissing her, Laudna’s arms still wrapped around his neck to keep him close. They’ve done this a million times, kissing and touching, but she knows that this time it’s different. She can feel him hard against her thigh, and her own arousal is still burning hot between her legs, soaking the beautiful panties.
“Dorian.” She tugs on his shirt, and he barely misses a beat in pulling it over his head before tossing it to the floor. “Dorian, I want...” She can’t quite put it into words, but Dorian, perfect and wonderful Dorian seems to know. He flips them over, his eyes taking in the sight above him for a moment, and Laudna finds herself blushing again as his hands run over her stomach and then up her back, unclasping the bra and sliding it off.
“Yeah...yeah...me too...” He then mutters, and Laudna makes quick work of his pants, finding herself licking her lip when his cock comes free, already hard and curving against his stomach.
“Beautiful...” she mutters, and he almost laughs but decides to pull her down into another kiss. Dorian’s lips are soft, always so soft, and Laudna thinks she could spend the whole day just kissing him. They haven’t really talked about what they are, if this is love, but she often thinks that it is, it must be if he makes her feel this way. Laudna has nothing to compare it to, but she thinks that, if this is love, then she’s one lucky woman.
“Are you sure?” he whispers eventually, one hand against her cheek as they pull apart, both a little breathless.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” Laudna smiles, “And I’ve been alive for a while,”
Dorian’s lips curve into a soft smile and Laudna feels her heart beat a little faster in her chest as his fingers hook into the waistband of the silky underwear. Her own hand comes to rest on top of his though, cheeks flushing a little.
“No. I want to...can we leave it on?” She ducks her head against his neck and Dorian turns his own to press a kiss to her temple.
“Of course.” She feels his hand between her legs again, tugging the fabric aside, and Laudna almost instinctively lifts her hips to give him room to adjust his position, before she feels Dorian’s cock against her entrance.
It takes a moment to get it all right, but when she finally sinks down onto it, slowly, Laudna gasps, and Dorian reminds her to breathe. So she does. In and out, in and out, until he’s fully sheathed inside of her, his lips capturing hers in a kiss. It’s slow and hot, and the pain easily gives away to pleasure when he begins to move.
“Dorian, fuck!” The world around them begins to spin, and yet Laudna feels like she’s anchored, safe in a storm of emotions that are being set loose. Something inside her shifts, and then falls into place.
“Dorian...” She gasps, “I...I love you...I love you...” the words are whispered against his lips, like a lifeline, and Dorian, wonderful Dorian, holds on tightly. His hand slides into her hair, the other at her hip, guiding her as they move together.
“...love you too...” He mutters, a moan mixing with the words and Laudna wonders why they’ve waited so long to do this. How could they have ever waited to do this in the first place? There’s a logical answer to the question, not the right time and place, and yet she can’t help but wish they would have been doing this the whole time. Dorian makes her feel whole, filling up the empty space inside her Laudna has come to accept, not knowing that it could be filled at all, but Dorian does it so effortlessly, his kisses healing wounds she’s gotten so used to over the years that Laudna didn’t even know they could still hurt.
“Dorian!” She gasps, and feels her fingernails dig into his shoulders so hard she thinks they might break, but Laudna doesn’t care. “I want to...please...” She can feel his thrusts getting a little harder, and it doesn’t take long, a heartbeat maybe, for him to pick up the cue.
He slides one hand between them, and it only takes a couple of strokes before she’s gone again, white, hot pleasure exploding behind her eyes as she comes, clinging to Dorian like her life depends on it. And maybe it does, Laudna thinks in the post haze of her orgasm, gasping when she feels him spill into her.
“Dorian...Dorian...” his name seems to be the only thing that makes sense, and so she keeps whispering it as she feels his arms wrap around her, pulling her close.
For a while the room is quiet, safe for their mingled breaths as they come down, tangled up in each other. Everything is warm and a little hazy, and yet Laudna thinks she’s never felt more alive, not even when she was actually alive all those years ago.
“Did you mean that?” He finally mutters, and Laudna stirs, lifting her head to look at him. Dorian looks wonderful with his cheeks still flushed and his hair all messy. It makes her stomach swoop easily. “That...you love me, I mean.”
Laudna’s lips curve into a smile as she rests her chin on his chest, feeling his hands trace patterns on her back. “Of course I did. Did you?”
“Yeah,” His expression softens and Laudna shivers ever so slightly when his hands slide down to her ass, feeling the soft material of the panties she’s still wearing.
“I think we already ruined them.” Dorian then adds with a laugh, and Laudna finds that she really cannot bring herself to care, so she laughs, too, before cutting them both off with a kiss as the rest of the world around them fades away for just a little longer, leaving them both happy and blissed out in each other’s arms.