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16 Elient
I was changing clothes in my tent when the sound of rustling behind me practically
made me jump out of my skin. Devoid of pants, but with my shirt still on, I snatched my
daggers off the top of my traveler’s chest and whirled around to confront the intruder, just
to find myself pressing a blade to Astarion’s neck. Smirking, he pulled me closer by the
hips. “Well, hello to you, too, darling. Glad to see you still have sharp reflexes.” He purred,
eyes glittering with amusement. He wasn’t one bit concerned about the dagger nearly
drawing blood from his throat. Sighing, I tossed the daggers back in their former spot.
“Gods, only you could be totally unfazed by my putting a dagger to your throat, you little
fanged freak.” I teased him. Feigning offense, he scoffed “I never claimed to be some fairy
tale prince. I hardly think that makes me a freak.” A snort of laughter escaped me as I tried
to picture him as a fairy tale prince. He could play the part of a noble spoiled brat for sure.
“True, no fairy tale prince would have tackled me and held a blade to my throat at the first
meeting.” I shot back. “That was one time, and before I knew enough to appreciate you! I
think I was quite generous, letting you survive that encounter.” He whined, pouting and
giving me his best attempt at puppy dog eyes.
Pressing a quick peck to his cheek, I said “Instead, all I got was a bratty little vampire
who plays with his food too much.” His ears flicked in annoyance. “You’re playing with fire,
darling. Those are fighting words.” He warned me in a low growl. I grinned. “And what are
you going to do about it, Astarion? Bite me?” I challenged. My back slammed down
against the bedroll. It took a moment for me to process that he’d toppled me backwards
onto it and had me caged in by him above me on all fours. He started to push one of my
legs up towards my chest, and vowed “Yes, hard enough you’ll think twice before engaging
in your own bratty tendencies next time.” His fangs clamped down on my ass-cheek
without mercy. I had to bite down on my fingers to avoid crying out in pain loud enough to
wake any of the others in the camp. “Fucking hells, Astarion! That hurts!” I swore, trying to
kick him away. I felt him chuckle as he drank my blood from there, fangs still buried. I was
concerned about the kind of wound it would leave, or potential muscle damage from his
sharp fangs. No efforts of mine could get him to budge, and several minutes elapsed
before he’d finally had his fill of blood and chose to release me from the vice grip of his jaw.
“How’s that for playing with my food, darling?” He asked smugly, as he wiped his chin.
“You arrogant little shit, I’m not going to be able to sit without pain for days!” I groaned.
“Then you’ve learned your lesson.” Astarion stated with a giggle. I eased myself up to a
seated position, careful not to put any weight on the side with the fang puncture wounds
and added “What am I supposed to tell the druids and Shadowheart when I have to ask
them to heal me from this?!” “It’s just a little love bite from a hungry, world-endingly
beautiful vampire. I just wanted a nibble.” Astarion answered, looking up from where he
lay propped up on his elbows between my legs, and batted his lashes. Glaring at him, I
scolded “You and I both know that was a hell of a lot more than just a nibble. That’s deep
enough to scar, Astarion.”
A grin spread across Astarion’s face. “Good, let anyone who sees your ass from now
on know it’s been claimed already. Honestly, you made it too easy in this cheeky little
number you have on. It made you look too good to resist.” He stated. “You’re lucky you
have some irreplaceable skills we need in battle, or you would be out of our party in a
heartbeat for pulling this shit.” I informed him, which simply earned a bark of laughter.
“Think of it as a little something to remember me by, no matter how this journey of our turns
out.” He offered, standing up. “You’re a menace.” I grumbled, looking away. “I am, and you
love me despite it.” He crooned. “Get out of my tent, you’re not sleeping here tonight after
what you did.” I said, shooing him away. Cackling as he walked back to his own tent, he
called out “Sweet dreams, darling.”