The days crawled into weeks, and weeks into a month. Neither had seen each other since that night, neither had set a date for future plans, and so time simply stretched on. Agreth knew in the back of his mind, that Gale was reknown enough within the city that if he started asking around he would quickly locate where the wizard was living or at least locations he commonly frequented but he hesitated. The longer the time stretched the more he became away that he too was not reached out for. Agreth himself had a semi permanent residence the Silver Spoon Inn, but now word come.
This thoughts still played through his mind as Agreth pressed through the snow. He had been caught outside, and a ferocious blizzard had kicked up. The snow swirled in front of him, with such vigor he could not see his hand in front of himself. The mixture of new snow and howling winds swirling old snow nearly blinded him, it took familiarity with the roads and some hours to get through the streets and return to the Inn. With cold hands, and even colder toes, he at last he pushed his way inside, quickly closing the inn door behind him, happy to be putting a barrier between him and the blizzard.
The delicate pale features of his face were brushed red wind whipped, his shoulder length black-blue hair a wild mess and blanketed in a layer of white. Letting the warmth start to bring life back to him, he stops his boots and starts brushing the snow off his jacket. Finally looking around the room he noted it was absolutely packed. While the Silver Spoon Inn was a common enough place to visit, it was packed beyond its built capacity. Other poor souls who were caught out in the blizzard were taking refuge no doubt. As he walked to the Innkeep he continued to glance around, spotting new and familiar faces alike. People were already settling into the various chairs around the room, clearing preparing to sleep down in this main area. The inn must have run out of rooms, he muses, thankful that he had prepaid for his for quite some time. Agreth’s eyes finally turn to focus at the main counter where Edward the Innkeeper usually greeted guests, but he stops with a slight gasp. There talking to Edward was the back silhouette of a familiar wizard.
With his heart suddenly racing at the sight, Agreth quickly moves towards the counter, brushing off the last remnants of snow from his shoulders. The familiar figure of Gale, speaking with Edward, seems almost surreal after the long weeks of unexpected separation. The swirling snow and the blizzard outside momentarily forgotten, Agreth's steps quicken with anticipation.
As he approaches, Gale turns, perhaps feeling Agreth’s gaze or simply by chance, and their eyes meet. A mix of surprise and unmistakable delight crosses Gale's face, mirroring the emotions swirling within Agreth. It's a moment of profound recognition, a sudden reconnection after weeks of silence.
"Agreth!" Gale exclaims, his voice carrying over the murmur of the crowded room. His approach is swift, the wizard's usual composure overtaken by the urgency of the reunion. "By all the stars, what serendipity! I was just seeking shelter from the storm, never expecting to find you here."
The warmth in his words cuts through the chill that clings to Agreth. Gale reaches out, his hands briefly clasping Agreth’s arms, a gesture both grounding and familiar. "I've thought of you often," he continues, his tone earnest, his words unabashedly cutting to the point "I regret that we didn't make definite plans to meet again. It seems fate has designs of its own."
The innkeeper, Edward, gives a knowing smile, accustomed to witnessing reunions and farewells. He interjects politely, "Agreth, your room is as you left it, and if your friend needs lodging, I can arrange something comfortable right here by the hearth."
Gale nods appreciatively to Edward, then turns his attention back to Agreth, his eyes searching. "If it’s not too imposing, perhaps I could join you for a while? There seems much we left unsaid, and I would relish the chance to catch up, away from the storm."
Agreth nods in acknowledgement, Gales hands still upon his arms "You are more than welcome to join me, perhaps we can steal away to my room?" He gestures with his head towards the stairs at the back "It would be quieter to converse, and really I wouldn't dream of you having to sleep uncomfortably down here alone"
Gale's expression softens further with gratitude, clearly relieved and appreciative of the offer. "Thank you, that would be most welcome," he replies, his voice conveying genuine warmth. "The hearth is inviting, but the prospect of a quieter space to talk—and catch up—is far more appealing."
He releases Agreth from his friendly grip only to gather his belongings, a small satchel and his staff. At Agreths gesture he follows him as he leads the way through the crowded room toward the stairs. The buzz of the inn's main room fades as they ascend to the more secluded quarters above, where the sound of the howling wind against the windows creates a cocoon-like isolation from the world outside.
Once inside Agreth’s room, Gale sets down his things and looks around, nodding appreciatively at the cozy setup that was slowly illuminated as Agreth lit strategically spread candles. It was simple, consisting of a main bed, a small sitting table with basin in the far corner, and another door that implys a washroom. Agreth enters the room behind him, putting his coat away and rubbing his hands along his arms to create warmth. The storm outside makes the room feel even more like a sanctuary.
"It’s good to see you, Agreth," he says as he turns to him, his gaze steady and sincere.
He takes a seat, inviting Agreth to join him, creating a comfortable, intimate space for the conversation to unfold. "So, tell me," he begins as Agreth obliges and sits next to him, eager to bridge the gap that time has created, "what have you been up to? How has your music been guiding you since our last symphony of spells and notes?"
The relaxed atmosphere, the shared warmth of the room, and the familiar, engaging presence of Gale set the stage for a deep, meaningful exchange, reigniting the connection that had been momentarily paused by time and circumstance.
"I confess that I thought to try to call on you. I'm wasn't sure how to go about it or-" he glance at him a moment "-or how welcomed that would have been." He pauses holding Gale’s eyes, the bed suddenly seeming much smaller than he recalled, but he continues. "As for what I was doing, Rune and I have been quite involved in setting up entertainment for the Midwinter celebrations." he smiles thinking fondly of his favourite holiday. "What of you? What has kept you away?" he asks carefully in return.
Gale listens attentively, his expression a mix of interest and mild regret at Agreths initial hesitation to reach out. "I wish you had," he says softly, addressing his uncertainty about contacting him. "You would have been most welcome, Agreth. I, too, found myself caught in similar thoughts, wondering if reaching out would disrupt your endeavours or seem presumptuous."
He shifts slightly to face him more directly, the closeness in the small space fostering an intimate atmosphere. "As for me, I've been involved in some research, delving into some arcane theories that demanded a great deal of attention. But truthfully," he adds with a slight smile, "part of that time was spent reflecting on our last encounter, on the magic we created and what might come next. It seems we both allowed uncertainty to keep us apart for too long."
Gale's gaze then brightens. "As for the Midwinter celebrations, that sounds like a significant undertaking- and a joyful one. Midwinter has a magic of its own, doesn't it? The cold binds people together in search of warmth and celebration." He pauses, considering. "Perhaps this year's Midwinter could be even more memorable. We could consider integrating some of the magical elements we explored last time into the festivities, if you think that might enhance the event."
His suggestion hangs in the air, an invitation to blend their talents once again in a public setting, potentially deepening their collaborative bond and offering them a chance to showcase their unique synergy to a broader audience.
"Perhaps..." Agreth draws out the word in uncertainty. "Though I’m not sure if I want to share it just yet. There was something.. special about it. Unique." Agreth catch his eyes once more "Intimate. I feel as though sharing it with the general public reduces it to mere parlour tricks and revelry."
Gale nods in understanding, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as he acknowledges the intimacy and significance of what they shared. "You make a compelling point. There's indeed something profoundly personal about the magic we created together. It would be a disservice to diminish its depth by turning it into mere spectacle."
He shifts slightly, his posture reflecting a contemplative mood as he considers his words. "Perhaps then, we should keep that part of our magic reserved for ourselves, at least for now. It deserves its sanctity."
Gale’s gaze remains steady on him, appreciative of the boundary he’s articulated. "Besides, keeping it between us for a while longer gives us a reason to spend more time together, doesn't it?".
Agreth nods contented that Gale seemed to be in agreement with him, his further thoughts on the subject failing him, as the cold from the weather outside leaves his body, exhaustion takes its place. "You must be growing tired. I know I am.” He says genuinely and then hesitates a moment “The bed..." He gestures to the soft mattress they were sitting on "I'm afraid is not very big."
Gale follows Agreth’s gesture to the modestly sized bed and then meets his eyes, a hint of amusement mingling with practicality in his expression. "It seems we find ourselves in a bit of a logistical challenge," he remarks lightly. "But, if you are amenable, I believe we can manage," he continues, his tone suggesting a willingness to adapt to the situation. "After all, the night is cold, and the warmth shared might just outweigh the constraints of space." Gale's approach is respectful and considerate, leaving room for Agreth to set the level of comfort or to propose an alternative arrangement if preferred.
"Of course, I want to respect your space and comfort above all," he adds sincerely. "If you'd rather I find another solution, I can certainly inquire downstairs for any possible alternatives."
Agreth was quick to respond, looking away at the spanse of the room, hiding the slight red blush that he could feel hot on his cheeks. "No. I rather like that suggestion." He reassures with a calm level voice.
Gale's smile widens, a gentle and reassuring presence as he catches the faintest glimpse of his blush and the slight nervousness in his demeanour. "Then settled it is," he says softly, his tone soothing.
"Were you caught unprepared? Do you have sleeping clothes?" Agreth asks, trying to bring a sense of normality about the usually private evening routine. He rises to go to the wardrobe where a few pairs of simple tied black trousers and a white open loose shirt were folded, looking back at him half already knowing the answer.
Gale offers an apologetic but appreciative smile, acknowledging his consideration. "I’m afraid I didn’t plan to get caught out in this weather.” He watches Agreth select an extra pair of sleeping clothes and return to hand them to him, their physiques similar enough that he would be able to wear them without discomfort. Gale accepts them graciously, appreciating the degree of hospitality.
The two men separate to the far corners of the room, as they change into their sleeping clothes. Both maintaining a respectful decorum, turning slightly to offer privacy. Agreth found his mind lingering, the usually playful bard sorely tempted to steal a peek, but his actions remain courteous. Gale was a gentleman and a scholar, caught here under unintentional circumstances, and certainly not the usual type to be sharing a bed with him. He mindfully ensures he keeps his gaze adverted as a gentle respect.
He does not see Gale turn to catch a quick glimpse over his shoulder.
Once the noises of fabric settles, and they both move to set aside their usual robes, they regard each other. Gale looking amused at the dressing that had more of a flair than would be his usual evening attire. He spreads his arms slightly welcoming to be beheld “Doesn’t look half bad” he offers.
Agreth chuckles, open to beholding him, his own hands moving to his hips “It suits you master wizard. Perhaps there’s a hidden bard in you yet.” Agreth offers a cheeky smile.
Gale returns to the bed, now dressed appropriately for the night. "Much better." he comments, settling under the covers and adjusting to maximize the space for both of you. The room feels warmer now, not just from the bedding but from the shared laughter and the ease of companionship.
"There," Gale says, finding a comfortable position. "Now we're both properly attired for a good night's rest. Thank you, for sharing such accommodations. It's far warmer here than I imagined it would be, storm notwithstanding."
Despite not having a fireplace of its own the room was surprisingly warm, the sizable hearth downstairs clearly adding warmth to the rooms above. The sounds of the wind and snow outside seem distant now, a mere backdrop to the more immediate and comforting presence of shared space.
“It’s my pleasure,” Agreth responds with ease, coming to the edge of the bed, carefully slipping under the covers as well. “This is a much nicer end of my day than the storm had promised.”
Agreth now lay under the covers with Gale, feeling the warmth grow from their shared body heat, slowly thawing the chill from his bones. Settling in and finding his own comfort, Agreth couldn’t help but notice that despite how small the bed was Gale had provided a sizable gap for him. At this realization laying on his back he speaks into the air, laughter touching his voice. "You must be pressed to the very edge. Are you afraid of me?" he turns his head, to catch Gale’s eyes in the dim light, his eyes glittering with mischief.
Gale had indeed moved to the wall, making the space he takes up as little as possible. At Agreths words he turns towards him, a smile playing across his features as he catches the mischievous glint in Agreth’s eyes. "Afraid? Not at all," he responds, his voice infused with humor. "I merely wished to respect your space, but perhaps I've overestimated the amount required."
With a playful ease, Gale shifts slightly closer, reducing the gap between them while ensuring he remains considerate of the limited space.
"Is this better?" he asks, his tone light, teasing back in the spirit of mischief. The warmth between them growing, not just from the physical closeness but also from the shared humor in the quiet of the night.
The bed, though small, suddenly doesn't seem quite so cramped. Instead, it feels like a snug, cozy space perfectly suited for a night of restful sleep amidst the howl of the winter storm outside. The wind might rattle the windows, but inside, the atmosphere is calm and warm.
To Gale’s surprise, Agreth answered with a "Not quite. I think you can get closer still". Agreth’s smile notably growing at the words.
Gale’s eyes widen slightly his brows raising in questioning surprise, but he shifts closer, reducing the distance between them until the gap is nearly closed, causing him to have to roll from his back, onto his side facing Agreths a hairs breath from touching him.
"There," he says softly, settling into the new position, close enough now that every movement on the small bed threatened to cause the two to touch. "I believe I've found the optimal balance." He closes his eyes in mock readiness to sleep, his smile not leaving his lips.
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Agreth with his eyes closed, still laying on his back, ruthlessly speaks again. “Closer still.” he says, stifling a laugh.
Gale's eyes flutter open, a hint of surprise mingling with amusement at his playful insistence. He shifts once more, this time closing the small remaining distance between the two completely. Laying on one arm, his other coming to rest cautiously on Agreths arm and shoulder. Now without any space left between, the warmth of their proximity is unmistakable.
"Well, I hope this is close enough." Gale teases gently, his tone conveying both delight and a touch of affection. The close quarters now feel not just cozy, but endearingly intimate, the perfect antidote to the cold storm raging outside.
Agreth says nothing further, savouring the moment. With Gales light touch the bed feels like a sanctuary, a shared space that holds more warmth and security than its size might suggest. The storm outside, with its wind and cold, seems far removed from the warmth and gentle laughter shared under the covers.
"Thank you, Agreth, for the warmth and the laughter," Gale whispers, breaking Agreth from his thoughts. Gales initially tentative touch settles in, comfortable and relaxed, the initial formality of their arrangement dissolving into a genuine closeness.
“It’s been some time since I’ve enjoyed another company in slumber.” he says gently with an air of vulnerability his eyes closing once more, giving in to the warmth and the gentle rhythm of each other's breathing.
There’s a moments pause as Agreth stares off into the ceiling above them a small consideration battling in his mind. But ultimately brazen want wins, as he reaches up and takes Gales hand that is resting on his shoulder, pulling it forward and by extension Gale closer, resting their intertwined fingers in the middle of his chest.
"I suspect you are playing at naivety.” he says in silky tones, his gaze turning to Gale’s in their now close proximity.
Gale’s eyes gently open again at the feel of his arm being pulled into Agreths body, the close proximity bringing a new level of intimacy to their interaction. A soft smile playing on his lips, indicating he's fully engaged in the moment and far from any real intentions of sleep just yet.
"Ah," he responds, his voice low and slightly husky, "perhaps there was a bit of wilful innocence in my actions." His eyes holds his, reflecting a mixture of warmth and a quiet curiosity, the moment between them feeling both right and charged with potential.
Agreth holds his gaze, he doesn’t directly respond a silent intensity touching the blues of his eyes, as they hold Gale’s stormy greys. He swallows as though words are caught in his throat. At seeing this, Gale’s expression deepens, the playful edge giving way to a more intense, earnest demeanour. He recognizes the shift in the air between them, the spoken invitation marking a clear point of progression in the closeness they've been delicately dancing around.
*****
Gale gently repositions himself, propping himself up on his elbow settled into the bed, so that he’s more directly facing Agreth. The hand that was upon his chest cautious but confident, finds its way to the side of his face, his fingers brushing lightly against the elven males pale and delicate skin, in a touch that speaks volumes of his attentiveness and care.
He pauses only a moment longer looking into his eyes, searching for any hesitation, any sign that Agreth might wish to pause or reconsider, but finding none, he leans in. The distance closes, their breaths mingling together. Their lips finally meet. The kiss is slow and deliberate, a deep exploration that matches the emotional depth of the connection they've already shared. Agreths body fully tenses in a moment of surprise and then melts and eases under his hand. It’s a kiss that speaks of the magic they’ve woven together, of the conversations that have lingered in the air between them, and of the shared warmth that has grown in the quiet moments like these.
As the kiss deepens, Gale’s hand shifts lower, finding a respectful place at his waist, pulling the bard slightly closer, anchoring him to him in the small bed that no longer feels quite so constrained. The world outside—the storm, the cold, the wind—falls away entirely, leaving only the warmth of their shared space, the gentle press of lips, and the silent but eloquent dialogue of their closeness.
Breaking the kiss just enough to catch a breath, Gale whispers, almost against his lips, "Is this the showing you were hoping for?" His voice is soft, a blend of play and desire.
Agreths hand had found its way to Gale’s cheek during the kiss, holding his gaze in return now, with a puffing breath, he lightly touches the beard that lines the human males jaw, the sensation strange to the elf. "It's exactly what I was hoping for.” he breathes with sincerity and then adds with a coy smile “You seemed so keen on sleep." as if to empasize, he leans forward to nip Gale’s lip playfully.
Gale lets out a soft, amused chuckle, the sound vibrating warmly. "I was merely biding my time, making sure the moment was right," he retorts, his eyes twinkling with mirth and affection. His response to the playful nip is a gentle tightening of his hold on his waist.
"You've caught me, Agreth," Gale admits with a mock-serious tone, the proximity of their faces allowing him to speak in a hushed, intimate whisper. "I was indeed more interested in this... closeness than any real sleep. It seems you have a knack for reading me rather well."
With the ease and comfort established, Gale leans in once more, his lips capturing Agreths in another kiss, this one infused with a playful yet passionate energy. As the second more confident kiss slowly breaks, a soft smile plays on his lips. "I hope this night continues to unfold in the... most unforeseen way” he murmurs shifting closer, so that his body propped up leans more directly on Agreths shoulder and chest.
In quick response, Agreth gathers Gales hand upon his cheek and with a guiding pull and push, moves him from his propped up position to placing the weight of his full body on top of his. Agreth continues to hold his gaze, his smile sharp with mischief, though his breaths coming deeper and quicker betray a growing deeper desire.
Gale complies with the guidance, his movements careful and considerate as he positions himself above him, supporting his weight on his hands on either side of the elves face, to ensure he doesn't press too heavily against him. His eyes search for any signs of hesitation, ready to adjust to Agreths comfort at a moment's notice. Finding only encouragement and a playful invitation in his expression, his own expression settles to reflect the mischief and desire evident on the bards face.
"Is this better?" Gale asks, his voice a whisper, teasing yet tender, as he hovers just inches from his face, creating a shared space that feels charged with electricity.
"Tell me if there’s anything else you need," he murmurs in willing servitude, his eyes drifting close as he closes the gap, placing soft deliberate kisses along the sharp angle of the bards jaw as if to memorize the curve through touch alone.
"I need-" Agreth puffs in return, his voice deep with desire at his trail of kisses, his hands moving to the small of Gale’s back pulling him against him so their bodies fully touch "-you to talk less and cavort more." He teases, leaning forward to catch his lips once more.
Gale’s response to his directive is immediate and enthusiastic. With a low, appreciative growl, he meets the kiss and deepens the embrace, his body responding to the pull of pressing closer, aligning with Agreths in a seamless, natural connection, their legs weaving beneath the covers that stubbornly hangs on.
Through the maintained kiss, Gale’s hands become more assertive in their explorations, moving from gentle caresses to more purposeful passionate touches. His actions embody the desire to show rather than tell, embracing the moment with a fervour that matches the boldness of his invitation.
The storm outside seems to echo the storm within as emotions surge between them, each kiss and touch a testament to deepening their connection. The tension that had been building between them, finding at last release. Their earlier restraint gives way to a more expressive, unrestrained interaction.
Agreths body reacts to Gale’s touch, his exploratory strokes being met with shivers and arches. Agreth losing himself to the sensation, subconsciously hums deep in his chest, the vibrations adding a tickling sensation upon his lips, the sound caught between a noise of passion and the bard tapping once more into his musical weave, adding an enchanting layer to the intimacy. The room seems to pulse with the energy, the air charged with the magic inherent in their very beings. Gale reacts with a shiver, the sensation of his lips and the humming causing his skin to tingle with a delightful mixture of anticipation and pleasure.
Gale’s hands, previously explorative, now grip him more firmly, pulled deeper into the moment by the electric atmosphere that was conjured. He tilts his head back slightly, offering more of himself to Agreths explorations, his breathing deepening as each sensation melds into the next.
They both navigate this new exploration together, the room becoming a world unto itself, filled with the sounds of shared breaths, noises of pleasure and encouraging whispers, the only reality that matters being the one they are creating together. The magic that they both can wield, usually so controlled and deliberate, now flows freely, guided by instincts and desires, every note and touch a discovery, every breath a symphony.
Agreth, with a slight tremble of emotion to his hands, eagerly moves to Gales shirt, untying the clasps.
Every movement significant and rich with anticipation. Gale, fully immersed in the experience, watches his movements with a look of deep impatience to shed the obscuring clothes and growing desire. The golden light of the candles plays across his features, highlighting the intensity in his eyes. With his shirt now open, he helps by shrugging it off his shoulders, revealing more of himself to Agreth. The fabric slides away, leaving his chest exposed under the soft light.
His skin, warmed by the room and the heat of their proximity, beckons for further exploration, the cheeky smile replaced by something more intense and animalistic. Gale's breathing grows deeper, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath, as if tortured by the pause and anticipation.
Agreth had paused only to take in Gale’s body, for the first time exposed and not hidden beneath the many layers of his robes, a flush once more touching his cheeks once more.
The contours of Gale’s torso bathed in the golden light outline beautifully the muscles subtly defined, surprisingly broad shoulders, and skin smooth and inviting lined with neat trail of hair, adding texture to his chest, and stomach, trailing to disappear further down from Agreths sight.
Gale noticing Agreths flushed cheeks, and the way his gaze lingers on him, a soft, knowing smile curves his lips in response. He reaches for his hand, gently guiding it to his chest, encouraging him to explore the warmth of his skin. His heart beats steady and strong under his touch, a tangible rhythm that pulses with the life and energy of the moment.
With his hand on his chest, Gale leans in to whisper against his ear, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver of anticipation down Agreths spine. "Every part of me is here with you," he says, his breath warm against his skin. "There's no need for hesitation."
As Agreths fingers spread out over Gale’s chest there is a moments hesitation. Under his touch, he feels inorganic lines, clearly not part of the natural curves of the wizards body. Adjusting his head, he strains in the dim light to adjust his eyes and notices a rather odd and intricate design the flows across his chest and trails up the left side of his collarbone and neck. At first glance it appears to be made of ink, but as his fingers explore, it feels more imprinted into his flesh itself. Agreth’s knowledge of the arcane was less learned than Gale, but even he could tell it was of a very ancient semiology. His roaming hands pause a moment, looking into his eyes questioningly.
Gale in turn watches his expression shift from exploration to curiosity as his fingers trace the intricate design on his chest. Seeing the questioning look, he takes a gentle hold of his hand, pausing the movement to address his silent inquiry.
"This is a mark of the arcane, a sigil that is very much a part of me." Gale begins, his voice soft but clear, a serious undertone marking the shift in conversation. He touches the design lightly with his other hand, a gesture that seems both reverent and habitual.
"It's a Netherese arcane mark. I acquired it many years ago during my studies—part of an ancient ritual that binds a specific magical energy to the bearer. It's not just decorative; it enhances certain magical abilities at a cost." His explanation is forthright, recognizing the importance of honesty in this shared moment of vulnerability.
"The sigil is a constant reminder of the depths of magic—its power and its prices. It has helped and hindered me in ways that are difficult to fully explain." Gale's gaze holds Agreths, searching for understanding or acceptance as he shares this personal and significant aspect of his magical life.
"This mark is a part of who I am, Agreth," Gale continues, his tone mingling seriousness with a hint of vulnerability. "I've learned to live with it, to harness its power responsibly. But it's not something I often speak of, for it can be... daunting to others."
Gale’s openness invites a deeper level of intimacy, not just physical but emotional and intellectual. He asks, without words, for his understanding and acceptance of this integral part of his magical identity.
"If it is a part of you, then I love it, and wish to learn more about it, as I do about you." Agreth responds with soothing sincere tones, his hands once more continuing their exploration of his chest, his playful smile returning "At a more appropriate time." he teases.
Gale's expression visibly softens, relief and appreciation mingling in his eyes at his acceptance and open-hearted response. "Your understanding means more than I can express. And yes, there will be time for all stories to be told."
As the tension that came with the revelation of his mark eased by Agreth’s acceptance, Gale allows himself to fully relax back into the moment. Agreth sensing his body relaxing, playfully takes advantage with a surprise of his own. With adept skill and agility, he holding onto Gale shifts their bodies. Skillfully within the small bed switching their positions, so that he now straddled the wizard, sitting up on his hips.
With his chin slightly tilted up, looking down at the wizard in slight air of defiance, and certainly the air of a spoiled noble purrs his words "I suddenly feel overdressed in comparison."
Gale recovers from his surprise, looking up at him, his expression a mix of admiration and delight at his playful manoeuvring. The playful challenge in his eyes sparking a corresponding light in his.
"Indeed?" he responds, his voice carrying a playful tone, matched by a slight arch of his brow. He watches him intently, a clear invitation in his gaze for Agreth to remedy the imbalance as he sees fit. As if to emphasize the point, Gale's hands rest lightly on his hips, his touch gentle but encouraging.
Gale doesn’t wait long however, his own eagerness driving his hands, with a smooth and confident motion, Gale's hands shift from his hips, his movements graceful and deliberate, he begins to unfasten his shirt in turn, each movement calculated to maintain eye contact. His touch both teasing and careful, drawing out the moment, building the excitement.
As he slides off the shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall gently behind him, his hands don't immediately retreat. Instead, they trace the newly exposed skin with a light, almost reverential touch. The elven bard more lithe than the human wizard, his body toned from discipline, but distinctly elven in its delicate sculpt. In the low glowing light of the room, he looks almost like a marble statue lovingly carved with a skilled hand. Gale sucks in a breath of air in surprised appreciation, his hands quick to explore the contours of his shoulders and down his arms, both appreciating and not wanting to obscure his view.
"Now," Gale whispers, his voice low and slightly husky, "is this the kind of initiative you were hoping for?"
Agreth’s movements still, under Gale’s intense gaze and exploration hands. He was no stranger to finding a sudden unexpected bed mate, especially on a stormy night, but looking down into the chiselled features of the gentleman wizard in such a vulnerable position, his breath quick, his expression one of deep desire, he found something in him moved. An emotion stirred in his chest that he was not expecting, that he had not experienced before.
He suddenly felt a vague panic grip him. Gale deserved something more deliberate, more honeyed, more time. More respect.
Agreth’s expression softens, with genuine tenderness, and he leans forward, catching his lips once more, this time in a more tender, gentle kiss. When he breaks, he gently brings a hand to rest on Gales cheek, giving him a pensive look. Gale immediately picks up on this shift in tone, and his own hands still, one coming to rest on the one on his cheek.
“You’ve hesitations?” he says as a half statement half question.
Agreth chuckles, a low reassuring sound. “Hesitation is almost the opposite of what I feel.” he says in gentle sincerity. He pauses a moment, thinking of how to deliver this in the way that would best do it justice. “I believe you may be important to me Gale.” he offers. Before Gale responds he clarifies a better wording jumping to his mind “This is the beginning of a long story I believe. And I’d like to make sure that that beginning is properly written.”
Gale looks at him, his concerned expression easing to one of considering his words. “Any time spent together tonight is a gift, no matter how that looks.” He offers in consent, his own body and expression easing to one of gentleness.
“Then let’s spend it together. Enjoying each others company and closeness as our start.” Agreth offers a new kind of earnest need touching his voice, somehow feeling far more nervous and anxious at this change in their path.
Gale understanding his intention softens even more, touched by the intention behind his words. “Sounds like the perfect inception” he offers in turn, reaching up to take Agreth’s hand, guiding the man back into the bed proper.
*****
Agreth settles back down, and the two lay, spooned in each other's arms. Agreth’s eyes drift close for a moment stilling the chaos of his mind and emotions, trying to sort out their meanings and make sense of it. From their cuddled position, Agreth’s eyes open once more and drift to the window in front of him across the room. "I think it stopped snowing." he muses out loud.
Upon Agreths observation, Gale shifts slightly to glance toward the window. "It seems we've outlasted the storm," Gale responds quietly, his voice a low rumble that resonates comfortingly in the quiet room. "A fitting end to a night as fervent as ours." There's a note of contentment in his tone, a sense of satisfaction at both the weather's change and the deeper connection that had been forged.
As they both lie entwined, the warmth of shared affection envelops them, Gale’s presence at Agreths back is a comforting constant. His breath, steady and relaxed, brushes gently against his neck, his arm, draped protectively around him, holding him close.
Agreth’s hand gently strokes his arm around him, a tender gesture that underlines his words. "I can't think of a better way to have weathered it."
With a soft kiss to the back of his neck, Gale murmurs, "Here’s to new beginnings, Agreth. may the calm after the storm bring us as much joy and discovery as the tempest itself."
The night stretches before them eventually claiming both to sleep, promising continuity and perhaps new adventures, as they both enjoy the quiet aftermath of a night rich with discovery and connection.