Posted on: Monday, 16 March 2009
Small Teeth Pass wasn't the safest or most scenic place to be after dark. We had argued a bit over whether to camp or move on through, but everyone was exhausted and our weary legs insisted on rest. Besides, we'd camped out amidst the denizens of the Underdark and left a Drow city in chaos in our wake; what night-borne terror could possibly top that? So camp we did, and set up a rotating watch for safety. Wood was gathered, fire was lit, and tents pitched to ford against the darkness. I was in one of them now, as the rest of the party finished off their evening meals and prepared for sleep outside. I didn't keep watch any more. I was the Daughter of Murder, tainted offspring of the god Bhaal, and lately that taint ran very deep indeed.
Imoen carried that taint as well, I'd discovered. It didn't seem possible. She'd always been so…light-hearted. So cheerful. Even the tortures she'd be subjected to at Irenicus' hands had failed to break her down. And me? I'd fought my way across the known lands to find her again, to be re-united with my sister. She rested with her head in my lap now, and we small-talked about nothing in particular. It was wonderful to together again. She was dear to me, in many ways. In ways she would never suspect.
She gazed up at me with a lazy, content smile as I ran my fingers through her hair. I was struck again by the beautiful depths of her eyes, the way her lips curved, the frame of her face. The scene I'd dreamt of night after night flashed through my mind again - her body under mine, the sheen of sweat on her skin, moaning as I rocked against her, my fingers deep inside…
"Whatcha thinking about?"
My mind snapped back to attention. Imoen's eyes were half-closed now; she was completely relaxed, just idly watching me through the haze of slumber. She was…malleable.
"You." I smiled.
She giggled. "The amazing Imoen?"
"Definitely."
"That's cool." She closed her eyes and continued talking. "We have a lot to catch up on. Seems we never got the time anymore. Always having to deal with the latest grand poobah of psychos that shows up."
"Yeah, we do."
I could kiss her so easily right now. She wouldn't even know it until my mouth met hers. I'd wanted her since we were teenagers, but never had the courage to act on it. The temptation had only grown stronger through the years, and now, this night, it demanded to be indulged. She was half-asleep, and she trusted me. In the privacy of the tent, there would be no witness. What better time than now?
"Why s'quiet all the sudden?" she asked.
"Still just thinking,” I answered.
