Somewhat Clear

deerna
somewhatclear

Rating: SAFE
Fandom: baldur's gate
Relationship: astarion/staeve
Tags: fluff, domestic
Wordcount: 305
Notes: staeve belongs to Velnna/MAF.

Summary:

Excerpt:

Astarion was speechless for an instant. How Staeve could say that sort of thing and mean it, with so much ease, was still beyond him. “Flatterer,” he accused him, biting down on the emotion threatening to overwhelm him.

“Does it count as flattery, if it’s the truth?”

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Astarion had just woken up, when Staeve entered the room. He barely took the time to kick off his boots and shed his jacket, before he was climbing in bed and laying his head in Astarion’s lap, warm and affectionate.

“Well, hello,” Astarion greeted him, amused. He started running his fingers through Staeve’s hair, enjoying the way he pushed into his touch like an overgrown cat. “Did something good happen today?”

“Mmm?” Staeve’s voice resonated strangely with the depth of his purring’s vibration. “What d’you mean?”

“You seem awfully happy, for someone who just came back from work.”

Staeve’s mouth twitched. “Well, you know how much I love—”

“Don’t say it’s because you love when I’m playing with your hair.”

“—I do love when you play with my hair. You don’t do it enough.”

“I do it all the time,” Astarion scolded him playfully, tugging a little harder on the silky strands. He bit his lip, pleased, as he watched Staeve’s smile widen and his eyes fall close with the sensation, a soft groan escaping his throat.

“Nevertheless, I was going to say—” Staeve continued, looking up at Astarion through his eyelashes. “That you know how much I love you. I’m always happy when I get to come home to you.”

Astarion was speechless for an instant. How could Staeve say that sort of thing and mean it, with so much ease, was still beyond him. “Flatterer,” he accused him, biting down on the emotion threatening to overwhelm him.

“Does it count as flattery, if it’s the truth?”

“You—” Astarion muttered, before cutting himself off.

He leaned down and pressed a lopsided peck to the upturned corner of Staeve’s mouth, feeling blind and shaky.

Staeve turned his head and caught his lips for a proper kiss instead.

It was sweet and lingering, and infuriatingly sincere.