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"Have... you ever read anything on that subject?"
Tav did not expect Gale's emboldened efforts at seduction—nor in so public a manner. Perhaps she should have; after all, a man with little time left would also have little desire to squander it. Her eyes honed on the orb in Gale's chest, pulsing with a radiant purple glow. Despite Elminster sating its hunger, the insignia blazed with anew, roaring and brilliant, yet ever doomed to eventual extinguishing.
Thus, when he asked Tav—oblivious to the others—if she'd ever read a book about the scintillating thrills aroused in battle, she answered truthfully.
"I'm not as voracious a reader as you," she grinned. "But I have seen some very informative drawings."
His eyes danced at the prospect.
"You have? Hmmm." He could not contain the giddy note of curiosity in his voice. "Then might I suggest we pool our knowledge? No sense in letting valuable first-hand experience go to waste, after all."
Her stomach fluttered at the thought.
"Indeed, perhaps we should—"
"—but not now, please." Shadowheart interrupted, her patience thinned, turning from their display.
The conversation jolted Tav's mind, now crackling alive with ideas.
She settled on the simplest course of action: illustration. A skill at which Tav happened to excel. On a short rest, she pulled out her notebook.
The first drawing came to her as naturally as breathing. The autobiographical figure languished on her back, limbs outstretched in ecstasy as another's outline nestled betwixt her legs.
And to make her point perfectly clear, she added a beard on the lower figure's partially-concealed face. Staring at the picture, a pleasant heat pooled deep between her thighs.
The fires within her stoked, she fed the flames with a second illustration featuring herself astride naked Gale, straddling his hips, her hands pinning his wrists to the parchment bed beneath him.
She found herself quite fond of picture three: similar to the previous in composition, but instead drawing her hips to his, she sketched herself kneeling across Gale's worshiping mouth as his hands clutched her waist. Tav enjoyed tracing his taut figure, taking special care to shade in the finer details of his desire, sticky and wet.
What other delicious poses could she portray, Tav pondered with a nibble on her pen. She experimented with a few new positions—on all fours and against walls—before she realized she'd been terribly neglectful at portraying her own serviceable skills. She set to work rectifying that immediately.
As she etched her eighth vignette—a sultry spread depicting Tav's talented tongue and a prone, helpless Gale—a tentative voice broke her erotic reverie.
"Uh, Tav?"
With panicked gasp, she slammed the notebook against her thudding chest, pen flying across their makeshift camp.
Wyll stared at her.
"I asked, are you ready to leave yet?"
"Right. Right, of course." Tav shoved her notebook into her bag and forced herself to ignore her shaking legs, and stand. "Yes. Let's be off."
She had plenty of drawings, anyway.
She settled on surreptitious transmission. After all, they had little time to discuss matters openly. And perhaps she'd also gotten carried away with a few—or most—of the sketches. So she would hide them upon his person, rather than more direct delivery.
...This would be more fun, she decided, to see how many she could sneak upon him without notice.
The first was almost too easy, folded into neat quarters and clandestinely curled into his pocket as she slipped by him. She managed to get one more into this same pocket before she decided to move onto other folds of his robes. She applied a light touch—they were, after all, still in an early phase of their courtship, which so far included very limited physical contact due to the nature of Gale's "condition."
She needed excuses for the others, which painfully meant allowing herself to be bludgeoned just enough to require a potion after battle. When her dutiful knight in magic armor arrived, Tav pressed her breasts against his arm with enough force he naturally overlooked her furtive fingers smuggling several pieces of parchment into his waistband.
As Gale helped her to stand, his hand lingered on the small of her back while his nose gently nuzzled the crown of her head, breathing deep as if to take in her whole aura. Taking her chance, Tav twisted to place a feather-light kiss on his cheek before whispering in his ear.
"Knowledge is sweetest when shared. Can you find the hidden fruit?"
Then she slunk away, not relinquishing her smoldering gaze and relishing the confusion aroused in his.
At their next short rest, she pulled out her notebook once more to appear busy while stealing covert glances his way, watching him fruitlessly search his bag. Clearly, he believed her hint meant something about his many volumes of books. The poor, desperate man.
And she was not as cruel as his Goddess. From across the clearing where they indulged their brief repose, Tav decided to lend a helping mage hand. The magical wisp darted across Gale's shoulders and miming the act of slipping into his pocket before vanishing.
Having caught a glimpse of the spell, Gale followed its path, placing his own hand into his pocket and pulling out two slips of parchment.
Gale unfolded the first piece of paper, and Tav took greedy pleasure in the way his chest blared to brilliant purple as his jaw dropped while he ogled the picture. With fumbling hands he opened the second paper and seemed as awestruck gazing upon its depiction as the first.
When his eyes returned to Tav's, they burned with rising lust.
Perfect timing. She stood to her feet and clapped her hands once.
"Time to move on again, everyone."
She wanted to laugh at the scowl on his face, but she tempered herself to settle for a smug grin in his direction.
He shook his head and as soon as he was in earshot of her, muttered, "Such a tease. Fruit this sweet needs time to be indulged."
"And time you have. After all, you still need to find the rest of them."
"The rest?"
"And if you need more than that," Tav pointed at her notebook with a wicked grin, "perhaps you can share some of your ideas."