The Hayloft

I have been sick so this is all I've been able to do! Enjoy :) pls leave any writing requests in the comments hehe

Moments alone were a rare commodity. The couple could easily sneak around and snuggle in a tent while traveling, though watch schedule sometimes interfered with this. If they were in civilization, whether it be a town or city, sharing rooms was typical. It was assumed they would sleep with boys in a room, girls in another if there was little to space spare. If the place was really packed, the group had been known to all squeeze into one room, share bed, or sleep on the floor depending. The last place they had stayed had so little room, Raff couldn’t fit in the place. Halfling design after all.

“There’s the hayloft if you’d prefer?” The halfling innkeeper had offered. Raff was used to worse accommodations being a soldier, sleeping in mud, rain, plenty of barns and haylofts, but it was rather demoralizing to sleep with the mules while your friends slept in beds.

“It’s a tight squeeze here so I’ll go with him” Birdie had offered.

“You really don’t have to- in fact you shouldn’t” Raff had countered. This was even worse.

“Oh I don’t mind, besides you shouldn’t be alone and I’m the only one that doesn’t mind your snoring” She continued, picking up her stuff.

After many apologies, trying to convince her not to, and more apologies, they had been set up in the hayloft. Not beds, but straw to sleep on.

“If you want to go back in… ” Raff sighed dejectedly, laying on the blanket set down to cover the straw. He looked to the ceiling before glancing to her. “You should be sleeping in a bed”

“It’s more comfortable here where I can actually stretch… besides, this is just like when we first started traveling together” Birdie settled next to him. “Remember what I said then? It’s warm, it’s dry, and stop annoying me”

He rolled his eyes and huffed, crossing his arms but he couldn’t help smiling and being a little embarrassed thinking back. After getting separated from the others and almost dying, per usual, Birdie had saved them from plummeting to their death by slowing their descent with her wings, revealing she was definitely not a human. She had admitted she was the daughter of the famous cleric, Cressida Morninglory, and unlike her mother, she was a terrible cleric. Raff suddenly had the daughter of one of his hero’s as his charge, and maybe he went too overboard… What would Cressida think of her daughter sleeping in a hayloft with a strange man, both soaked, hungry, and a little lost. Raff had apologized profusely to Birdie, saying they could try to find somewhere else when she had sharply told him to ‘stop annoying her’ and went to sleep in the hay like it was normal… He stayed up, and eventually realized she was still awake and they began to talk… the talking continued for months. Strangers to guard and charge to friends to best friends… to now.

“You are annoying” Raff rolled onto his side, pulling her close to him and she let out a giggle before he nuzzled into her neck, leaving a trail of kisses to her mouth. One last kiss for good measure before he sighed and relaxed. “It is warm… and dry, and at least no one kicking you in the kidneys”

“Well that’s what I’m here for” She gave him a playful push.

“I am well aware” He grumbled.

Birdie shuffled around to be face to face with him before wrapping her arms around him best she could. He held her tight, closing his eyes and just feeling her against him. Having her here made the hayloft feel cozy, intimate, an exciting new adventure rather than the livestock smelling barn.

“To make it up to you, how about we stay somewhere nice next town we get to?” He asked, feeling her lips against his cheek.

“I’m not sure how we can out do this, this is plenty nice”

He could feel her smile against his cheek before her kisses traveled down his neck. He closed his eyes, relaxing into her touch before a throb in his groin called his attention. Her kisses weren’t hot and heavy, just gentle, sweet, soft… but that was enough.

“Birdie” He warned, her warm breath on his neck.

“Hm?”

“Here? Really?” He breathed, glancing around.

“What’s  wrong with here?” She asked, pushing away from him. “You’re too good for it?”

“No- I’m not a teenager eager to get his dick wet for the first time. We’re adults. besides, it’s dirty- there’s probably bugs” Raff scrunched his nose.

“And mice, and rats too” Birdie nodded. “I guess you are too good for it”

“It’s not that I’m too good for- you don’t deserve to be- to be doing that in these conditions-“

“Hay on the ass makes you grow stronger- it builds character” Birdie rolled onto her back away from him, giving him space. “I think you forget I lost my virginity in a barn, I lived on a farm, fancy man. Wherever it is, a tent, a barn, bent over a nice log in the forest, I’m not picky…

“If being fancy is preferring intimate things in my own bed- which you didn’t even mention a bed” Raff groaned, running his hands over his face.

He was more frustrated with himself. He liked to treat his partner well, keep them comfortable, well taken care of. They hadn’t even slept in a bed in a few weeks, every day ‘normal’ seemed to slip further away and it upset him… He wanted to give her normal, going on dates, getting presents, flowers, nights in a comfortable bed rubbing her feet rather than bandaging each other on the side of the road in a ditch where they made camp… heroes of the continent and they still slept in the dirt.

“You stress yourself out too much” Birdie yawned, rubbing under his chin.

“There’s just- there’s things I want to do for you that I just- that I can’t and I feel like I’m failing” He admitted with a sigh, looking to the ceiling.

“Hmm… Raff” She murmured, pulling under his chin. He finally looked to her, though he couldn’t help but feel his insides twist. “You’re doing well- too well… in fact, I’d appreciate if you did worse”

“Huh”

“I’ve never been in a relationship before, you know more about that then I do, and there have been plenty of times where I’ve fumbled, you haven’t. But you’ve also never been in a relationship with me, and it’s not going to be like the other ones you’ve had. Don’t set your expectations impossibly high, just enjoy figuring everything out with me” She took his hand and put it on her chest, holding it with both of her hands reverently. “I mean- we don’t exactly live normally- besides, I’m not picky, or need much…”

“It’s not that you need, it’s that you should have… you should have the best…”

“Wherever you are, I am happy to be” She raised his hand to her lips and gave it a kiss. “I’m fine with barns, ditches, leaky tents, of course they’re not ideal, but it’s in the job description… and I get to experience that with you”

“Ugh- how did I get so lucky to be in a hayloft with you?” Raff’s heart melted at her words, and all he could do was wrap her up in his arms and press kisses to her cheeks.

“I love leaky tents, ditches, barns-“ He spoke between kisses, taking her hands and pressing his lips to her finger tips, knuckles, palm, each scar from their journey. “I love soaking wet boots, armor chaffing, blood soaked bandages and blisters, I love doing this and being here with you”

“I could do with less chaffing” Birdie murmured, opening her arms to give him access to her neck. His hands gently traveled up her arms, slipping under the sleeves of her dress to try to follow the curve of her elbow to her armpit. Any way to feel her bare skin on his hands.

“Agreed” He chuckled, “And less blisters”

“And more real bathrooms” She sighed. “And maybe just a tiny bit less blood”

“Only a tiny bit less?”

“Well it keeps it interesting” She nodded and he smiled against her neck. He couldn’t help but gently rub his jaw to hers, a sign of affection dragonborns showed each other. She rubbed his back, wiping away the stress of the day. Her other hand found the edge of his jaw, tracing his far different anatomy.

It had been a learning experience for both. She had explored every inch of him, noting how he reacted. How the hard ridges of his eldbows, shoulders, back, knees felt rough, while his underarms, thighs, chest, and throat were softer, more pliable for motion, buttery even. She often wished she could rub herself on his chest, how smooth and soft he was, but his muscles were like steel just beneath. Years of intense and brutal training left ropes of taught muscle. He had a discipline that deeply impressed her. It was fearsome in battle, he could utilize almost anything as a weapon, swords, axes, his fists, chairs, she’d even see him used a stone pillar he had ripped out of the wall. The same muscles that could kill in an instant, also were the ones he used to tenderly stroke her back, rub her sore joints, leave feather-like touches on her body. Soft, but firm. His clawed hand gently rubbed her back, working out any knots it came across.

Her hands moved down his back, following his spine where his scales peaked. From the back of his head to the tip of his tail, he had plates that were like little semicircles. Some chipped, some broken. Her hands couldn’t make it all the way down to their true target, the base of his tail. His tail was not prehensile like tieflings, but could be wrapped around something, more often her, like a less flexible cat tail. He seemed unaware. Even now as they laid together, his head resting on her chest, his leg thrown over hers, his tail wrapped around them, like a security blanket. She’d seen Dragonborn children hold their tails much like a blanket. Often when they were walking his tail would find her ankle, or curl around the back of her thighs protectively. The top side was rough like his spine and elbows, the underside smooth and soft, and it was more sensitive at the base than at the tip, which made sense since Raff had a tendency to knock things over or bump into things… He loved having his back scratched, and especially loved the small of his back, right at the base, rubbed.

Dragonborns had a culture very unique to themselves. Bearing one’s teeth was considered very impolite, as Dragonborn’s had the most beautiful, sharp teeth Birdie had ever seen. They typically only showed maybe when talking enthusiastically, or for an uncontrolled smile, or laugh.  This also meant rubbing jaws was very intimate. To expose your throat to someone who’s teeth were longer than your fingers required trust. Raff had originally equated it to a kiss on the cheek. Dragonborn’s would lean in and rub their jaws together, whether it was a greeting to family members, friends, or lovers. Birdie has surmised that the length of time typically indicated the relationship. A quick hello between friends, a few rubs from a mother to their child for comfort, or longer… Raff typically greeted her with a kiss either on the cheek or lips, if they could get away with it, but in tender moments he would often rub his jaw to hers for comfort and affection.

Typically during sex he would alternate between kissing her next and rubbing his jaw to hers. She half wondered if there was a scent component to it. Dragonborn’s had superior noses, which made up for their eyesight which tended toward the human limitations. Raff couldn’t see in the dark as well as she could, but he could smell far better. He often smelled her, and told her he wanted to smell like her… she also knew he was a jealous type, over protective, and liked to keep her close. Raff had a strong draconic heritage, meaning he was an egg rather than live-birthed… which meant no nipples or a belly button. Birdie had to figure out his other sensitive spots. His neck and jaw were very sensitive, the base of his tail, his inner thighs, and he was a pleased partner. In fact he was very easy to please, he would be begging practically before she even touched him… and he always reminded her how much he wanted her… even if he didn’t want her in a hay loft.

Birdie’s hand traveled up his jaw, over his cheek, behind his horns to give him a scratch. She swore he would get so comfortable he would purr, which he would deny adamantly, but he had fallen asleep many times like this. For someone so big, bold, and tough, he was so soft, sweet, and she knew he loved being held like this, curled up in her arms like he wasn’t twice her size. After a few moments, she was sure he was asleep and paused her massaging. He stirred, nestling in harder before finally lifting his head.

“Would you really… in here?” He asked, pushing himself up to his elbows. He turned his pelvis toward the floor, trying to hide the erection he was sporting after feeling her rub him in all the right places except one…

“It’s warm, comfortable enough… happens all the time in my books. The knight and princess can’t get a room, they had to take the hayloft, it’s cramped but cozy, the knight takes off his armor, the princess can’t help but stare…” Birdie sighed, throwing her arm over her face. “He knows they shouldn’t, but the candle light… the princess, his true love is so close… He just needs a sign, anything that will tell him not to… only for her to lean in… and she’s so beautiful… her top falls down a little, he doesn’t realize it was on purpose… fade to black…”

“Hmmm” Raff frowned.

“Or she lets her dress slip more, and she’s so close to him, pressed against his side, he can’t help but want her… they’re whispering to each other, he goes in for a kiss but stops himself… she closes the distance. He says they shouldn’t, he’s her guard…. But she demands as his princess to fuck her and he of course happily obliges they have a roll in the hay… then the next morning he doesn’t regret it but it seems that way… he feels like he’s betrayed his king for sullying the princess… but would it be a bigger betrayal to his heart if he didn’t… then some drama, whatever, they fuck again, and eventually get married” Birdie finished with a resolute nod.

“So that’s what you’d anticipate it to be like?” He asked, running his hand down her side before resting it on her tummy

“Oh not at all… it’d be better” She gave him a cheeky smile. He raised an eyebrow at her, beckoning her to continue. “You’re better in bed then him”

“Could I get that in writing?” He asked, and she playfully smacked his chest.

“You are an egomaniac” She laughed. She loved how cocky Raff could be. He could be overly confident, he liked being praised, he wanted reassurance he was her first choice. “You are better than the guy in the book”

“Yes” he shook his fist, like this was an actual win. “Finally”

“Oh my goodness- what I’m saying is the whole book he’s ‘in love with the princess’, and of course he’s nice to her, but it’s always about how beautiful she is… it’s a bodice ripper with only a handful of pages that aren’t about how badly he wants her. She’s just as bad… then when they do fuck it’s hot but it’s like… he touches her with his pinky and she finishes to dramatically, then he fucks her and just talks about how beautiful she is… and of course she finishes three more times on his cock because obviously he’s ‘great’ and then he graciously pulls out to jerk off over her.” Birdie made sure to do the motions of everything she was talking about.

“A guy furiously trying to crank one out over you is a turn off?” He asked.

“No I actually prefer that… especially when it takes longer than the sex” She replied with a smile.

“Shit- I’ll start doing that”

“Even if you did, you actually make me feel wanted, and attractive. You actually want me for my sparkling personality, this guy was just horny but it is just smut so they don’t really do actual romance”

“You are the sparkliest person I’ve ever met” Raff said quietly, pushing her hair behind her ear. “I consider myself exceptionally lucky to have you in my life, Bird”

“I’m the sparkliest?” She asked in somewhat genuine sincerity.

“Oh absolutely, I’ve never met someone who drives me as crazy as you do, both in the annoying way and the love way”

“You’re so mean to me!” Birdie huffed.

“You drive me crazy, Birdie” He continued, snuggling in closer. “You’re perfect”

“Ok- ok I get it-”

“You’re so smart, and so lovely, and so stubborn-“ He continued, “Truly so incredibly stubborn…”

She glared at him, crossing her arms.

“Your temper is tremendous, but I like it” He shrugged.

“You like when I’m mad at you?”

“Oh sure, kinda makes me dick hard when you yell at me”

Usually Raff was the one that clutched his pearls at the dirty things she said, which is why her gasp of shock was all the more satisfying.

“That is- that’s-“ She stammered, trying not to awkwardly laugh and ultimately failing. “You’re terrible”

“Hmm- just like that” He sighed, getting a small slap to his chest, playful and shocked as she laughed again.

“That is part of the book- the knight dislikes the princess but even when she’s a pain in the ass, he’s into it secretly” Birdie tapped her chin in thought before side eyeing him “Do not”

“You’re not entirely a pain in the ass,” Raff smiled, already anticipating her reaction. “Princess”

That was a line from the book she was referring to. Of course he’d read it. Secretly he loved listening to her reading the raunchy bodice rippers, though she figured he was asleep or not paying attention most of the time.

“Oh- you know how I feel about that-“ She couldn’t hide her blush as she tried to be annoyed.

“But it’s so fitting” He loved calling her cute nicknames, though it annoyed her. He could tell she secretly liked it, but she felt she wasn’t the things he said.

“Raff” Birdie giggled as his hand found her hip.

“Princess” He leaned in, his nose brushing her ear before he traced down her neck. Hay, rain, that specific aroma of her floral soap, her sweat she couldn’t wipe away from the days travel, musky and sweet.

“Sir Oberon, what would people think? Sharing a room with my guard?” She laughed, her hand resting atop his own.

He shivered hearing his first name. He preferred his nickname, Raff. Short for Raffael, his middle name but the name he knew best. She hadn’t even realized it wasn’t his first name until later on, the same way he immediately forgot her name wasn’t ‘Birdie’ and was in fact Bernadette. He loved hearing her say his name, especially the Raffael he might get, whether she was gasping from shock or annoyance, or gasping from pleasure and glee. But hearing her use his first name, the name few called him, especially in this moment, he enjoyed too much. His name fit perfectly in her mouth, and he needed to hear it again.

“Sharing a hayloft, not even a room… Forgive me, Princess, we shouldn’t” He couldn’t help but breathe in deeper, his hand tracing her hip bone and then her belly.

She turned toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed him so gently, so sweetly, he couldn’t help but sigh and melt completely in her arms. He gathered her up, holding her tight against him, and let himself relax into her. Not worried about being caught, not worried about how he looked, or how he would perform, simply listened to the rain outside, and kissed her slowly in return. There was no rush, all movement was languid. He slowly kissed her face, tracing her jaw down her neck as his hand massaged her hip, sliding up her side to feel her back. His hand traveled to her front undoing the buttons of her dress just enough to slip his hand inside. He rested his hand on her chest, between her breasts, feeling her chest expand as she sighed, her heart beat beneath his fingers. There was no frenzied pawing, no biting or scratching, or desperately pushing down pants.

“Princess” He purred, reverently giving her breast a squeeze before pulling down her top more. He could feel the heat as her cheeks burned red.

He undid the laces of his shirt, and pressed his chest to hers, feeling her peaks harden in contact with his warm scales. He kissed her shoulder, rubbing her scent onto himself as his hand trailed down her body. He shuddered as her lips found his neck, gently sucking at his sensitive spot just under his jaw. He could feel his cock hard against his belly, threatening to peak out the top of his trousers as she rubbed her thigh against his crotch. Her leg between his, he hooked his foot around her ankle, slowly adjusting until her leg was spread and he could fully press his dick against her hip. He allowed himself a moment, pressing his hips forward, trying to chase that friction while she kissed his neck. Part of him wanted to submit, knowing if he simply loosened his grip, she would take charge. His hand slid over her belly, getting a shiver from her when he passed that sensitive part between her belly and mound, that dip where her stomach folded over normally, providing a little pocket of warmth he liked to slip his hands in on cold days while she sat in the back of the cart with him.

“Oh- Oberon” She whispered as his hand slipped to cup her warm mound. His name breathily on her lips awakened that territorial, possessive side of him. She was his and his alone, saying his name as he slipped his hand into her underwear. She was pressed against him, moaning for him as he kissed and sucked on her neck. She was wet for him, coating his fingers as he slowly pressed them through her folds until they were nice and slick.

“Just relax, Princess” Raff murmured, his breath hot against her throat. His fingers pressed down, applying a blanket of pressure around her most sensitive spot. “I’ve got you”

She gasped, raising her hip to meet his hand. He gave her neck a few more kisses, tracing up her jaw. He couldn’t help but rub his jaw to hers, trying to be as close to her as he could, before kissing her deeply. Her left hand laced between the ridges on his spine, holding him tight to her, the other gently held his jaw, touching the sensitive spot he reserved for her.

She moaned against his mouth as his fingers began to rub with more intention over her clit. He finally put direct pressure when she pressed her hips upward, and he was rewarded with a gasp. He felt her tense, seeking out his fingers more and broke the kiss.

“Relax, Bird” He breathed again, seeing her brow knit in concentration. She buried her face in his chest, and her body relaxed slightly, allowing him to part her legs more.

“Ok- ok I- I need your full attention, guard” Birdie gasped, her nails digging into his neck. Her cheeky smile disappeared as she realized she couldn’t reach his crotch. She was angled just right so that she couldn’t reach down to paw his erection through his pants, she could only reach to his forearm as he began to rub quicker.

“You’ll have to finish on my fingers before I give you more, my lady” He smiled as she groaned, gripping the back of his shirt like she was hanging on for dear life. He was well aware of Birdie’s impatience. She often wasn’t patient enough with herself, resulting in trying to go too quickly, or disregarding her climax all together to focus on him. She has a talent of interrupting her own pleasure out of frustration, which left him less than satisfied.

“Hm” She whined, her fingers digging into the thick muscles of his forearms. She gave him a frustrated glare, and he propped himself up so he could meet her eyes better. Her lips parted with another gasp and he could tell she was close. He loved feeling her body grow taught in anticipation, loved how vocal she was, how her eyelids grew heavy and he could see the lust and pleading in her eyes.

“Raff- Oh gods-“ She was able to gasp, pushing on his forearm, just as he furiously rubbed his two fingers side to side over her clit. He watched her face as she came, sobbing his name, eyebrows creased, cheeks flushed, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her body shook, rolling with pleasure until she groaned for him to stop, it was too much to take. He couldn’t help but slide his fingers down, feeling how slick she was. Knowing this was for him made his dick throb and he groaned, dragging his fingers through her wetness.

Obviously it would be very impolite to spread it around her bare thigh, or wipe his hands on his pants. He licked his fingers clean and she groaned in disgust.

“I barely bathed- that’s foul” She grimaced. He simply shrugged, it wasn’t to him.

“I will never get tired of hearing you say my name” He sighed, rubbing her thigh soothingly as she loosened her grip on his shirt.

“I will never get tired of your fingers, though I’d prefer your cock” Birdie panted back pushing her hair out of her eyes, looking at him through heavy lashes, her cheeks pink, her dress slipping from her shoulder.

He grit his teeth as she pressed her thigh harder against his crotch. She leaned in and kissed him. Her words were sultry, but her kiss was tender. He sighed and allowed her to roll toward him, dragging her hand down his chest before tracing down his side to grab his ass and press his hips against hers. His dick pressed into her stomach, and he hissed as she kissed his neck. Her hand continued its trek down, tracing his hip bone with her finger, before following it down.

“Let me take care of you, Sir Oberon” Birdie’s breath on his neck while her fingers dipped into his pants was intoxicating. He was enjoying their little game far more than he had anticipated.

It was his turn to clutch the back of her dress as her fingertips grazed the head of his member. She palmed him, pressing the flat of her hand against his length, before taking her fingers and feeling the ridges and groves of his cock. She had originally been nervous, he was rather well endowed, plus ridges and frills on cocks were not something she’d experienced. Now she wasn’t sure if she could go back. She let her fingers wander a moment before finally grasping him.

She had been looking down, admiring his member before she looked up. He head was already tilted back, mouth open, eyes closed. She gave him a few slow pumps, enjoying the way he felt in her hand. He groaned as she pressed her finger to his head, teasing him, smearing the precum that leaked from the top to help her ministrations. Her hand traveled down to his balls, giving them a squeeze. Large, and heavy, covered in the softest scales. She massaged them, feeling them tighten in anticipation before she returned to stroking him. He choked as she tightened her grip.

“You really do have the best cock” She praised, feeling him twitch in her hands. It was like iron as he pushed his hips forward, trying to pick up the pace.

“P- please-“ He couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped him and she rubbed her jaw against his, affectionately snuggling in so she could whisper more lewd things into his ear.

“I love how thick you are, how good you feel inside me, how well you fill me up, how good you taste” She smiled against him, squeezing him tighter. He gasped, holding her tighter to him, trying to rock his hips into her fist.

“You’re so wonderful, Raff” She sighed. He almost whined that she let go of him. It was only for a few seconds, and he opened his eyes just as she stroked him again.

“Oh gods-“ he choked, feeling her hand now slick. He shuddered, realizing she was using her own essence to jerk him off. Slick, warm, and her scent melding with his, her grip tightened and he moaned, unable to keep his composure. He was going to cum and waste it all over himself.

He kissed her desperately, pushing her onto her back. Any complaint she had died on her lips as he pulled her hips against his and he kissed down her front, biting soft flesh where he could. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

“We shouldn’t, Princess” He murmured with a smile, taking some of the heat out of the moment by returning to their game. His hand found her hair, pulling her hair pin out so that her long lock fanned out around her shoulders the way he liked. He sat back on his heels a moment to admire her.

“Oh- but I need you more than anything, knight” She demurely batted her eyelashes and pulled up her skirt, revealing her underwear. Her soft thighs creased, and the folds on her fat stomach spread as she widened her legs to him. Her warm pink nipples peaked over the top of her dress. No lacey panties, but her initial embroidered at the hip. White panties soaked and her wool socks only added to the image. This was out of a fantasy. A beautiful woman stretched out, spreading her legs to him as she lay in the hay.

“Holy shit” was all he could say as he closed his eyes, trying to get a hold of himself.

“You ok?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, her smile never leaving.

“I- I just- you are so beautiful, it’s a little intimidating” He cleared his throat, trying to give his cock time to cool down. Birdie’s face flushed.

“Good gods” She suddenly felt very exposed and her knees tilted toward each other, her hands going to cover her burning face.

“You’re better than a princess, hm? I won’t say the word, but you know what I mean” He leaned down, pushing her knees apart. To equate her to a goddess wasn’t enough, he had seen and experienced what she could do, but as a cleric… being compared to a divine being isn’t always desired.

He easily pulled her hands away, regaining some control as he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself to him. “Thank you for staying with me tonight”

“Anytime” She breathed as he ran his hand up her thigh.

The tip of his claws caught her underwear and dragged them down, letting himself savor the feeling of her skin against his hands. He pulled the fabric down the length of her legs before he placed his hand on her ankle and slowly went back up, higher, and higher. It was intimate, vulnerable, his claws gently tickling her soft skin as they traveled up. He returned between her legs, kissing her deeply as his arm went behind her back, supporting him while keeping her close, while his other hand rubbed the outside of her thigh to her bum. He smiled as she held onto his shirt when he squeezed her ass, his claws pricking her skin. He had been worried, her skin so delicate it could tear under his touch… but she was tough, and liked the sensation his claws brought. Obviously, he had begun filing them as a precaution, keeping at least two nice and blunt just in case his lady wanted to sit on them…

She sighed into his touch, her hand slipping under his shirt as he gently kissed her face. His hand left her rump to wrap around his dick. Raff pressed forward, not wasting any time to finally feel her heat around him. He kissed her cheek, her temple, her chin, anywhere he could as he lined himself up and pushed forward. He would pause, shower her with more affection, before working his way in a bit further.

She sighed but if  her breath caught, he’d pause to kiss her, giving her time to relax. Eventually he was completely inside her, crushing heat making him blush as she adjusted herself to be more comfortable. Her legs wrapped around his wide waist. He hiked up her skirt further, his hand squeezing her fat hip before sliding up her side, and finally back down to her ass, gently coaxing her to relax. His other arm wrapped up and around her back, his claws tangled in her hair as he pressed her against him. He held her like that for a moment, feeling her, smelling her, wanting nothing more than to stay like this the rest of the night, but his cock soon begged for movement.

Birdie hummed, rubbing his back gently, pressing a kiss to his cheek. A cold breeze and a creak of a beam caught both of their attention.

“Aren’t you just the teeniest bit worried about getting caught?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her temple. He hadn't really considered it until he realized they were right next to the inn…

“Are you afraid someone will climb up here with us?” She asked, her hand trailing over his chest toward his stomach.

“… well it’s not likely but…” He rumbled, though he didn’t pause his exploration, pressing another kiss to her hairline. He couldn’t help but press his nose into her hair.

“Lucky them” she smiled. The thought of getting caught with his pants around his knees in a hayloft was not pleasant…. But the thought of someone watching her take his cock, seeing how good he made her feel, how she was all and only his, made his insides grow tight.

“Lucky them” He chuckled, letting his hips languidly start to move.

“Have you ever done this before?” She whispered, and he pushed up to look at her, trying to understand what she was asking.

“Fuck in a barn? No- though I’ll admit… it’s crossed my mind” He replied sheepishly, his face burning. He was currently fucking her but the idea of admitting his lurid thoughts made him blush.

“Crossed your mind?” She smiled, rubbing her thumb over his cheek, shifting with every slow thrust of his hips.

“Well- I mean- plenty of times when I was a soldier… when you’ve got nothing else to do but walk quietly and sleep in barns… or trenches… or inns… and you’re lonely…” He said quietly. “Some uh- some find ‘entertainment’ but… most find- find each other”

Raff eyed her carefully, watching realization spark in her eyes.

“Ahh… helping a friend out hm?” She asked.

“I mean- I never… at the time I was- I didn’t” He didn’t really want to discuss his previous relationship while he was inside his current partner. “There’s no gender separation like other places… though that didn’t really mean anything… It sort of was like adventuring, same scenario”

“I am happy to help a fellow soldier out” Birdie winked, “Warriors bond and all that”

Raff couldn’t help but laugh as he shook his head admonishingly.

“Did you think about it while adventuring?” She asked, biting her lips.

“No… then suddenly I did, have no idea why” He pressed into her with more force, getting a faint gasp as her hold on him tightened. He didn’t want to admit how soon he had thought about it.

“I thought about fucking you in that hayloft” She admitted, her cheeks burning. This was the first he was hearing this. He stopped moving to look at her in surprise.

“You barely knew me- it had been 2 weeks- maybe even less than that” He couldn’t believe it.

“Obviously I didn’t do anything about it-

close proximity with a big intimidating man who disliked me, what else could I want” She sighed, “not that it was an actual desire, it simply crossed my mind…”

“I didn’t dislike you…” He puffed. He was still in shock, but there was something satisfying knowing she wanted him that early on… “When… when we uh- when we had to share a room at that inn the first time… I didn’t sleep at all because I was worried you’d see my boner”

“Oh you slept- and I did see it”

He felt his stomach drop and she cackled.

“Oh you said the first time? No- you hid that like a perfect gentleman” She pat his chest. “The second time I didn’t need to see it, I got to feel it pressed against my ass while you snored in my ear.”

He glared at her, his cheeks burning. He forgot about that.

“You- you acted like- you- it wasn’t on purpose” He stammered, “I- I’m so sorry-“

“I didn’t think it was, you’re a snuggler, and dicks like anything soft and warm, plus I know you snore- I didn’t take it personally… I touched myself about it that night” She said matter of factly. “Felt very nice to be held so tight, very safe in that dingy awful place”

“It was pretty awful…” He had been sure there was blood stains on the floor. “I wanted to bend you over in that brothel back in Havensong”

“Raff!” She gasped in surprise. His cheeks flushed and he set the pace a little faster.

The two went back and forth admitting the various nooks and crannies they had thought about each other. After all, they’d known one another for almost two years now.

Eventually the conversation shifted to moans and huffs, both trying to catch their breath as their slow lovemaking picked up.

“That- that dumb gala-“ He couldn’t help but make his voice nasally at the pronunciation of ‘gala’. “You had that- that dress- I said you looked beautiful, which obviously you did, but I wanted you so badly, I said I was going to get drinks but I really just went outside to take a lap”

“That dress was so ugly- I looked like a cupcake!” Birdie gasped, both in shock and in pleasure.

“A cupcake I- I wanted to fuck” He groaned, feeling her tighten.

“Every tavern we go to, I wanted to suck your dick- still do” She laughed, “While you have to pretend like nothings happening or bending me over in the alley for a quick fuck!”

“Gods you feel amazing” He gasped, kissing her neck before pushing up to see her face. She was flushed, hair held in his claws, gasping under his touch. Her eyes opened and she noticed his gaze. Her hand fisted into his shirt, and she kissed him, only breaking to moan. His hand managed to squeeze between them, it was awkward but the way she tightened when he slowly began to stroke her clit made him moan.

“Yes- yes just- just like that” She panted quietly barely a whisper.

“Relax, Bernadette” He murmured, pressing his face into her shoulder. “I’ve got you- I’ve got you”

She huffed, her nails trying to find purchase, and her body trembled underneath him.

“Ok- ok - ok-“ She repeated, and he knew she’d be done soon. When she was close she tended to pick a work and repeat it, pleading. Usually it was ‘ok’ or his name, though one time she decided ‘no’ was the word, which he panicked and stopped, only to be met with a near teary Birdie who just had her orgasm robbed.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Bird” He smiled, watching her face.

“Rhm” She grit her teeth. Her stubbornness to accept she liked that led to many debates, and always earned him a glare but she always finished soon after.

After a few more thrusts and a thrum of his fingers, she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cries as she legs shook. He felt a rush of wet, and pulled his hand up to plant it onto the ground to give himself better leverage as he began plowing her.

“Just a little bit longer” He grunted, feeling her groan against his shoulder. He pushed his face further into her neck, rumbling praise into her ear as he loved her. His stomach was tightening, creeping to his release. Her shaky moans, his pained grunts, and the sound of their lovemaking was muffled as the rain picked up.

“Oh gods- Birdie” A few more thrusts, and he grabbed her hips, thrusting into her as deeply as he could. She cried out and he came. He shook, cursing through gritted teeth as he filled her up, pressing as hard as he could. She groaned as his hips twitched. His rigid body became boneless, barely able to support himself. He brought his knees forward and wrapped her up in his arm, a full body bear hug. His chin rested on her shoulder, and he held her while he caught his breath.

She held him tight, rubbing his back as she always did.

“I love you” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. He sighed, already feeling his eyelids grow heavy. They had spent all day walking, now it was late, he was exceptionally comfortable, and very satisfied.

“I love you too” He gave her a squeeze and pulled out. She made no move to let go, so he simply moved to the side to prevent all his weight being on her, and pulled her close to him. They could snuggle for a little bit before he’d clean her up. That was the plan… until he woke up, his feet frozen.

Raff shivered, pulling Birdie closer to himself, trying to take some of her warmth. He settled, ready to go back to sleep before he paused. Cracking open an eye, he blinked in the early morning light. They had fallen asleep. Birdie at least had her dress pulled down, but his pants were under his ass with his dick out, pressed against her ass. He looked at the light, suddenly realizing it was quite late.

“Bird? Birdie?” He gently rubbed her shoulder, trying to rouse her. Her hair was in tangles, hay sticking out of it. She made a sour face before snuggling back in.

“Very cheeky” Raff extracted himself from her, standing up and hiking up his pants. He peered out the window. It wasn’t too late, but the sun was peeking up and soon they had to hit the road. He made a move to try to wake her again, but he thought better of it.

“I’ll be back” He whispered, pulling on his shoes. The ladder groaned under his weight, so he simply jumped down. He stood up, stretching. No morning work out for him, he overslept… though for once he didn’t mind. For sleeping in a hayloft half frozen, he felt great. He cracked his neck, a little stiff but not too bad. Next his back. Then he made his way outside. He had to shush a horse he had surprised, and found their two horses who were alert. Food, water, a quick rub, then left them to their breakfast as he quickly made his way to the inn. Bathroom followed a wet towel since a bath would not be happening in this terrible little inn. He was able to get a rag and some water before heading back.

Raff crouched next to her, taking a moment to admire her drooling before gently rubbing her cheek.

“Good morning, my little sleeping beauty” He smiled to himself, knowing she would hate that. When she didn’t stir he frowned.

“I’m going to eat all your breakfast” He continued, leaning down to press a kiss to her head.

“Mmokay” She continued snoozing. Soon enough he was wringing some of the water out of the rag, and waking her up by lifting her dress and cleaning up the proof of the night before.

“Why?!” She gasped at the cold, her eyes opening to glare at him as he sweetly bid her good morning.

“Ah- you are alive? I was getting worried” He smiled, getting a shiver as he directly applied it to her.

“I can do that” She made a move to stop him, rubbing her eyes,  and he simply sat back on his heels.

“I was raised that when I make a mess, I clean it up” He tsked. She glared at him but allowed him to continue.

“Thank you” She murmured, rubbing her face to wake up and finally gave him a smile. “How did you sleep?”

“Surprisingly well” He rumbled, trying to be methodical and composed as he finished cleaning her up.

She did this all the time, right? She had seen him semi-nude, along with the rest of the party dressing wounds, or helping get rid of illness such as a particularly carefree member of the group catching something from a brothel… He had been injured in the groin, because of course, and he had been prepared to lie about it to avoid Birdie having to look. Eventually he couldn’t hide it, and she had approached it pragmatically, she didn’t react, in fact she was very careful of his comfort. No blush, no awkwardness from her.

“I’m doing my job, Raff… don’t act as if you’re the first person I’ve ever seen naked” She had sighed, telling him she had seen many more patients than himself while working as the assistant to her mother. She was unflappable, to the point of it being strange… But he wasn’t.

The sight of her entrance, dark hair that protected her pink wet petals was not easy to ignore. He was starting to feel the strain in his pants. He scolded himself for being so immature, and wiped way the last of last night's fun. Raff pulled down her dress, carefully smoothing it out over her knees as he set the soiled rag aside.

“Same” She stretched with a yawn before opening her arms to him.

He crawled over her, leaning down to give her a kiss only to be grabbed. She pulled him down to her, and covered his face with kisses, causing him to sputter. She pushed on him, and soon she was on top of him, her fingers and kisses tickling his skin.

“B- Birdie!” He managed to get out through a laugh.

“Oh- you know I have to give you a week's worth of kisses now, make up for lost time and all that” She pressed a wet kiss to his snout. “Don’t know when we’ll have a moment alone again”

“Tonight is a day away” He smiled.

“Hmm that’s true, but we probably won’t have a moment alone until we get to the city” She pinched his cheek affectionately.

“Well not alone, but I can always come to your tent-“

“But we probably won’t be pitching our tents, we are in safe territory, the rain has passed, there will be beautiful nights ahead, sleeping under the stars because who would willingly put in the effort when we’re walking all day” Birdie nodded.

“I suppose we will just have to make time” Raff frowned.

“I suppose we will… now come on- we’re late!” She pushed off of him and he growled, pulling her down again. A moment of wrestling and giggling, some minor cursing and whining, hay scratching elbows and backs until finally a voice broke the quiet.

“Are we rising and shining, hm?” The voice of their dwarven bard rising up through the hay. The two froze. Birdie pushed ahead to peak down to see Marlon standing below, seemingly happy to see her.

“Ah- so you did not get eaten by rats, how wonderful” He clapped his hands, though his eyes were tired “Did you get any sleep?”

“Mhmm” Birdie hummed awkwardly. “H-how about yourself?”

“Terrible! Noisy, dirty, bugs- I suspect you will need to inspect us for disease. They will be getting poor marks in my review” Marlon crossed his arms in annoyance while pacing before he thrust his finger towards her, “Now, if you children are done goofing around, you’re to come down here immediately and check me for lice… breakfast is in the cart”

With that he marched out, grimacing at the livestock before leaving.

Birdie sat back, glancing at Raff who shrugged. After a moment they set to work. Raff handed Birdie the extra rag he brought, she quickly wiped herself down in an attempt to freshen up before the day. They brushed their teeth quickly while dressing, and they fumbled back down, running to catch up with the rest. Raff quickly collected their horses while Birdie went to the cart, ensuring they would arrive separately.

Their group looked a little haggard. Everyone seemed a little exhausted and stiff.

“I call the first nap in the cart” Phil announced, slumping into the back. The human wizard opened her bag, reaching up to her shoulder before fishing out her eye mask. She promptly put it over her eyes, and was done for the day.

“How was the penthouse?” Julian asked with a tired smirk, sitting at the front of the cart. The tiefling yawned, already eyeing the road.

“Compared to your night, I think it was the penthouse” Birdie replied, patting her pockets for her hair pin. She frowned before she tapped her chin, trying to remember what she had done with it.

“Serves us right” Phil nodded, “I was even considering joining you two… should have”

Birdie bit the inside of her cheek as Raff joined with the horses.

“Good morning” Raff nodded, shooing Julian out of the way to hook up the horses.

“Is it?” Julian snarkily replied but moved out of the way rather than fight about it. Raff glanced at the rest of them before frowning.

“Let’s just get on with it- the sooner we leave, the better” Marlon said decisively, getting into the cart before pointing next to him and glaring at Birdie.

“Bad night?” The Dragonborn asked, focusing on the horses.

“You slept well then?” Julian breathed, nodding towards the cleric as she examined their eldest member.

“Mhmm” Raff rumbled, trying to ignore him.

“Hm- that does it, next time I’m bunking with her” Julian smiled, leaning back. “Must be nice being so cozy together, did she let you cuddle? I bet you wanted to.”

Raff glared a moment, his cheeks heating.

“Oh- I’d sleep very well after a little roll in the hay with her, you think she’ll let me be little spoon?” Julian continued. Raff clenched his jaw before taking a deep breath and relaxing.

“You should ask her” He replied, tightening the leather straps until they were secure.

“Hey Bird, next inn can I bunk with you?” Julian leaned into the cart, keeping his eyes on Raff. Julian was well aware of Raff’s crush, and enjoyed torturing him.

“Hm?” Birdie frowned, fixing Marlon’s hair, “No bugs- you want to bunk with me?”

“Will you let me be little spoon?

“I’ll pull your tail and call you pretty too if you’d like,” Birdie replied, purposefully tugging on the tieflings tail as she made her way to the front of the cart, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

“Don’t tease me” Julian winced in pain before his cheeks heated. “See? She likes me most”

“Go away” Birdie shooed him out of the front seat. Raff helped by pushing Julian into the cart where he promptly allowed himself to fall and he curled up, satisfied and exhausted.

“Ok- you all sleep, I’ll drive and keep watch so we don’t lose too much time” Raff said sternly, trying to get rid of his agitation. What calmed him down was knowing he had claimed his cleric the night before while Julian was being bitten by bed bugs.

“We should have two eyes, and I’m not tired- let’s put the cover on for some shade” Birdie suggested.

“Hmm” Raff thought about it for a moment. It  interfered with keeping eyes behind them but… it was pleasant and sunny, and the air was cool from the night's rain, plus it allowed for their occupants to sleep unseen and provide a little more separation.

“Cover on” Marlon was already taking a pillow out of his bag, while the other three happily piled on top of each other like cats.

“Fine…” Raff huffed. Clearly they weren’t going to help. “Breakfast?”

“Help yourself, big man” Phil tossed him her bag. After some fishing around he found a greasy linen napkin, tied to keep the content from spilling out. He could already smell the bacon and eggs. That put a pep in his step.

“I still have that loaf of bread” Birdie tapped her chin in thought. In a few moments they had unfolded the waxed canvas and tied it down.

“Oh- here” Julian’s blue hand poked through the tent, making sure to give Raff a good wack. He snatched it in response. A thermos of coffee.

“What kind of place has rat filled rooms but freshly made coffee?” Raff asked, looking back at the inn.

“Oh I went in their kitchen and made it to trade for last watch” Julian sighed, “but I’m feeling generous”

Raff nodded and took his seat at the front. It was tight, seeing as he took up most of the room, but Birdie squeezed in next to him. The horses began to move, and he steered them onto the road.

“Oh- right” He muttered to himself before producing her hairpin from his pocket.

“Ah- so you were the thief” She whispered back, pulling her hair back. He fussed over her, offering to do it when she was trying to not fall off the cart.

“Now- breakfast?” He picked out a piece of hay from her hair and dropped it off the side.

“I’ll heat the coffee” Birdie nodded, taking the bag and pulling the contents out while he drove.

Raff hadn’t realized how convenient it was to travel with magic users until he began adventuring. Phil, Marlon, and Birdie could warm things, cool things, create safe shelter, fire, magic did  many things to ease the discomfort of travel.

Soon enough the coffee and food was hot. They  sat comfortably sharing breakfast, Birdie fixing it up for him while he kept eyes on the road. The breeze was cool, and Birdie eventually pulled a blanket out to cover them, snuggling closer with the rest asleep.

“It’s been a few hours,” Birdie said, peering into the cart. A snoring dwarf, a curled up tiefling, and corpse like human made up three sleeping angels.

“Let them sleep, I’d guess it’s about mid morning… we can wait until lunch- you can have a rest if you’d like? I don’t mind” Raff nudged her.

“No- I’m fine, though I was thinking of having some tea.” She smiled, pulling out her tea pot. Raff sat back, watching her set up. Never would he imagine adventuring would bring him here, nestled next to an aasimar who was now his partner, with his three coworkers, who were now his dear friends, sleeping peacefully. No fears, nothing daunting, just getting to the next city to get their next job.

Birdie held a cup to him, her nice teacup, and he took it. It was the biggest one she had but it still looked small. She heated the teapot in her hands, and soon he was being fed buttered bread covered in jam with sugar saturated tea. Birdie plopped three more sugar cubes into his cup and refilled it, and he couldn’t help but bring her close.

“You’re going to spill!” She squawked, trying to prevent the teapot from toppling into the  road.

“I don’t mind” He rumbled back, giving her another squeeze. She leaned against him, comfortable even in all their armor, and closed her eyes a moment. He hoped for more days of tea and jam, and more nights with her by his side.