Somewhat Clear

deerna
somewhatclear

Rating: NSFW
Fandom: baldur's gate
Relationship: astaria/staevia
Tags: au!genderbend, drunken shenanigans, body shots, kissing, cunnilingus, drunken sex, alcohol
Wordcount: 1162
Notes: staevia belongs to Velnna/MAF.

Summary:
the other one where they're girls and they're drunk off their asses

Excerpt:

“More alcohol? Aren’t we drunk enough?” Astaria laughed [...]

“Speak for yourself, lightweight,” Staevia sniffled at her, affronted. “I’m prefectly—” Nope. “Preferably—” Nope. “…Very sober.” Good enough.

Astaria just laughed harder. She tried to stifle her giggling with one hand, and to swat Staevia with the other. She missed by about a mile. Staevia also exploded in a fit of snickering. Gods, she was in love with her. “Alright, maybe I am a li’l drunk.”

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“More alcohol? Aren’t we drunk enough?” Astaria laughed, curls sprawling around her head and over her shoulders as she threw herself back onto the bed. The mattress bounced her slightly at the impact, and it made her snicker in a rather unattractive manner, her nose curling in delight, unselfconscious about her fangs getting exposed.

“Speak for yourself, lightweight,” Staevia sniffled at her, affronted. “I’m prefectly—” Nope. “Preferably—” Nope. “…Very sober.” Good enough.

Astaria just laughed harder. She tried to stifle her giggling with one hand, and to swat Staevia with the other. She missed by about a mile. Staevia also exploded in a fit of snickering. Gods, she was in love with her. “Alright, maybe I am a li’l drunk.”

“Maybe a little,” Astaria teased, settling back against the pillows. She started unfastening her shirt with slightly slippery fingers, every button a delicious tease as her creamy, soft skin got revealed bit by bit. Staevia’s mouth was watering by the time she finally parted the fabric and slipped entirely out of the garment, her trousers quickly following.

She told herself to behave (they had time, they had time) but she couldn’t stop herself from cupping Astaria’s small, perky breasts in her hands as she bent down to press a kiss to her mouth. It was a bit sloppy and off-centre, coordination too shot to make out properly, but the spirit was there, and they were both desperate for it. Staevia almost got her tongue cut on Astaria’s fangs and didn’t even care.

She straightened up so she could pull her shirt over her head (“Fuck”, she muttered when she got stuck in it. Astaria lost her shit again), and was rewarded by Astaria going quiet and still, eyes fixating on her chest and travelling down her body as she got rid of the rest, too.

“Like what you see?” she purred, slowly crawling over her, letting her tits brush against Astaria’s chest before settling their full weight right below her collarbones, before letting her body squish her into the mattress. Astaria’s pupils were dark and round, just a thin ring of red around them. Astaria could feel her cool skin warm up against hers everywhere they touched.

“Thought so,” Staevia murmured. “A’ight, I’m getting the wine.”

“Seriously,” Astaria protested, half-sitting up. She sounded a little strangled.

Staevia chuckled, twisting away and leaning off the bed to grab the bottle she had brought with them. She uncorked it with her teeth and spit the cork somewhere in the room, but before she could do anything with it Astaria snatched it out of her hand. Staevia watched her pale throat bob with every swallow as she took a long drag from it.

The challenging look Astaria gave her while offering the liquor back was so smug, Staevia couldn’t help it: she squished her face in one hand and planted another messy smooch on her pouty mouth. “You’re so fucking cute,” she told her. “Trust me, babe, this is goin’ to be fun. Relax and let me show you.”

Astaria clung to her a little, one of her fangs digging an adorable little groove in her lip, a doubtful moue on her mouth, but she listened to her. Her eyes fluttered closed in anticipation, as Staevia lovingly brushed her hair away from her shoulders, considering her options. She could feel Astaria’s eyes following every movement, as she tilted the bottle and started pouring.

The first splash of wine against the hollow of her throat made Astaria gasp and twitch in surprise, the dark watery liquid sloshing over the ridges of her clavicles and flowing down her chest rather than pooling in the groove between her bones. Staevia was quick to chase the rivulets with her lips, sucking gently the alcohol off Astaria’s pale skin.

Her sound of alarm turned into pleasure as Staevia mouthed down her chest, over the slight swell of her breasts, over her hardening nipples. She made her skin flush pink wherever she kissed. She made her shiver under the flat of her tongue, made her dig her fingers in the muscle of Staevia’s shoulders.

“More?” she asked when she was done cleaning her up, stroking a thumb down the ridges of her ribs.

“Yes,” Astaria said, urgently and sounding out of breath.

Staevia poured the second shot directly down Astaria’s sternum. She watched the wine flow between her breasts and pool in the shapes created by her bones under the skin; she set the bottle aside and found herself kissing down her chest into the hollow under her ribcage, down her lightly muscled stomach, in the cradle between her iliac crests.

The alcohol and the arousal were starting to make Staevia lightheaded, but nothing was more intoxicating than Astaria writhing under her.

She didn't think about teasing her, or drawing it out, when she pinned Astaria’s hips to the bed with both hands and shoved her head between her legs, to lick a stripe up her cunt.

Astaria yelped, caught off guard.

It didn't stop Staevia. She found Astaria wet and ready under her tongue, hungry for her fingers and her attention. She closed her mouth around her, stroked her with her thumb, teased her with the tip of her tongue until she could feel her thigh tremble against her shoulder.

Her moaning was soft and quietly restrained, for true enjoyment was a private affair to Astaria; but her body seized when she came, pleasure clenching around her nerves like threads pulling her in all directions. She dug her fingers in Staevia’s hair, pushing rather than pulling.

Staevia let her ride out the orgasm against the flat of her tongue, let herself enjoy the small aftershocks and the way she tasted. She licked her lips and wiped her chin on her wrist, before crawling up the bed to check on Astaria.

She was beautifully flushed, eyes unfocused, her chest still softly heaving as some deeper instinct told her she was supposed to be catching her breath; her hair was in disarray, oddly tangled and clumped where she'd been rubbing her head against the pillow in her bliss. She looked a mess. She was gorgeous.

While Staevia was admiring her, Astaria looked at her, and reached out for her. She let herself be touched—on her chest, on her neck, on her face.

She smirked when Astaria’s hands clenched on her shoulders and pushed her, urging her to move. Astaria was in no shape to actually manhandle her, but Staevia enjoyed following her directions.

She let herself be moved around, until their positions were reversed — Astaria’s slighter frame on top of Staevia’s more powerful one. She smelled like wine and sweat and sex, and her eyes shone with determination as she picked up the bottle where Staevia had discarded it.

“I want to play, too,” she purred. Her hair tumbled on Staevia’s face as she bent down to lick into her mouth.

Staevia grinned into the kiss, and melted into the pillows.