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Belly Rubs

Gale just needs some love and a night of laughter :) Bloodweave for sure.

"My love?"

"Yes darling?"

"There is…something I would very much like to try with you, if you will allow me."

Astarion looked up from his book at Gale, who was nervously fidgeting his hands at the tent entrance. He had frequently let Astarion in at night since starting their relationship, but tonight Gale had been at the fire until now.

He raised a brow with a confident smirk. He loved it when Gale got tongue tied. "That depends, dear. Will the ending involve one of us screaming the other's name? You forgot to cast a sound barrier last time and Laezel is still asking me to do that trick to her. I've told her it doesn't take much with you," His brows furrowed into the tease with a sharper grin, but Gale was already flustered enough from whatever he was about to request. He relaxed back onto Gale's bed. "...Oh, stop giving me those sad puppy eyes and spit it out."

He took a deep breath. "I want to take you up on those belly rubs you playfully offered earlier," He admitted. "And I would very much like to make you laugh as well. I've missed your smile the further we go into these dark caverns. And don't worry - I've sound proofed the tent," He assured, as though that was what would comfort Astarion's surprise in the moment. "Now that we've finally set up camp I think we're due for some cheer."

"You want me to…? Really? Come lay down then darling," Setting the book to the side, he patted his lap. "If you can keep your hands to yourself you may get me to play along once it's my turn."

"Oh my, wait, really? I'll try my best! Thank you, truly, I was so nervous there for a bit," Suddenly giddy, Gale removed his shirt and folded it neatly on his bag in the corner. He climbed onto the bed, lying with his head in Astarion's lap.

"Ohhhh no, dear. Heh. Lay with your belly in front of me. That's what should be in my lap. Scoot up and lay across my lap like a good little wizard."

Again nervous, Gale slowly slid himself into the right position. His back popped as it extended out. "Stop when I say, ah, weave? No, red! Be easier to hear in a giggle fit, when I say red."

Astarion moved strands of hair from Gale's face in a moment of fondness. "Keep your hands behind your head, if you can. If you can't speak, pinch my arm."

Gale did as told, already smiling in anticipation. "Thanks, Astarion. I can't tell you how much I neheeded thihihis!" Slow and awkward giggles bubbled from his lips. The vampire was running his fingers lightly, so lightly, in circles around the exposed tummy in front of him. Before Gale covered his eyes with an arm he saw a much softer smile on the other's face, one that was reserved for their private moments. He allowed himself to relax and enjoy himself - he wanted and needed a moment like this.

"This is fun, I'll give you that," He made sure to not just run his fingers in circles: he made shapes and patterns in light swipes, drawing mostly stars and circles into the skin that made Gale twitch or change pitches in his inconsistent giggle spurts. "Your giggle does make me smile too, darling. So contagious. Shame that arm has to hide your pretty face. If it muffles any of those delicious giggles I'll have to do something about it."

He traced a long nail up Gale's abdomen, between his pectorals and back down to circle the edge of his navel. That made the wizard bounce and, oh yes that was, squeak. Another squeak. A snort?!

"Was that a snort? Oh, do that again!" He focused on scratching and poking around the button with some difficulty as Gale rocked himself from side to side enough so that Astarion's free palm had to steady him.

High pitched boyish, ticklish giggles filled the air and delighted them both. Despite Gale's growing hysteria he kept both arms up and covering his eyes, so only his wide open mouth was visible. He raised his head to his chest to see Astarion's hands through the cracks and allowed another snort to humor his lover.

"Yes!" He could have sworn Astarion whisper to himself, but Gale threw his head back again as those pale fingers dug into the sides of his belly that made his mind blank. Their adventures, the tasks at hand, the worry, the panic simmering under Gale's scar and chest, dissipated as his sensitive nerves overran all of that for a brief relieving few moments. He kicked a leg into the air and had to grab the sheets around his head to keep himself from curling into a ball.

And because of that, Astarion stayed on those spots. He tickled with different tactics and velocities to coax the right sounds from Gale until he was vibrating.

"SHIHIHIT! T-tihihickles, faHACK, shihihihihit! Oh gohohohods! AhastahahahaHEEE! HEEhahaha! Heheheh, shit, SHIT! Spot, SPAHAHAT! TICKLE SPAHAHAHAT!"

Astarion ran his fingertips over the sides of Gale's belly, gently dug in with his fingertips, and switched quickly to above and below the quivering navel. He chuckled a little at the contagious, high-pitched, boyish giggling and cackling his actions caused. Gale tried to roll onto his side facing Astarion, and the spawn squeezed the side facing up making Gale lie flat again.

"I've got you rolling now, haven't I?" He teased. "Those arms are having a hard time staying up, how about those two spots again?" He again went for either side of Gale's belly, left and right of the navel, scritching his nails lightly enough to make Gale yell, then cackle harder and louder again. "Is this the worst spot? Or the worst you can tolerate? I'll keep that in mind for later."

The arms could no longer stay up. Gale's hands shot down to grab Astarion's as he tried to curl and protect his attacked nerves. "Yehehehes! Bahad, bad spot…bad spot, spots. Spots…" He breathed hard for a moment and flinched when Astarion tried to rub his belly, but he shook his head. "R-red, wahait."

"I wasn't going to tickle," Astarion squeezed his hands. "Just rub it away."

Gale shook his head. "Mm-mn. Too ticklish for that."

He laughed at that and pulled stray hairs from Gale's face. "My dear wizard, feathers must make you cringe. And if they don't, heh, I'll make sure they do next time you ask for belly rubs. If you want me to do this again, anyways. I'll have you tied up squealing like a tortured gnoll with that wonderful smile on your face."

"I…I might like that," Gale's flushed face seemed to darken. "If you'd allow me the pleasure, I'll take you up on it one of these nights."

"Oho, the pleasure is mine," He curled his fingers past Gale's hands and into his belly again, and delighted in the gasp it caused. "Where else is so sensitive? I think I had you giggling when I nipped at your thighs the other night but…oh yes, you were flinching away when I licked up your neck! Oh, I like this! And you like this! What fun I'm going to have with you! A new game!" He clapped his hands together.

"Darling please don't take advantage of my nerves, not unless I ask," Gale scooted himself into a more comfortable position with his head in Astarion's lap instead. "I rather enjoy being made to laugh but not at the cost of my dignity…and, I mean yes, I'm very ticklish all over. Those spots on my belly are the worst, besides maybe my neck. Or my thighs. It's so unfair that there are two of them," He sighed.

"Isn't it?"

Gale raised his head. "How about you? What spots should I caress to make you laugh yourself into a delirium?"

"You'll have to find out."

"Now maybe? Perhaps with some rope and those feathers you seem eager to use against me?"

"Ah," Astarion shifted.

"You did say if I behaved you'd allow me to explore you," He wiggled the fingers of a hand in the air, hovering just over one of Astarion's knees. He knew that to be one spot that made the spawn jump. "I could summon a hologram to help me."

"I said maybe you'd have a chance if you managed to keep your arms up," Astarion eyed the hand nervously. "Which you didn't, sweet sensitive thing. If your hand lowers any further your neck is going to have more than my teeth against it."

The hand hovered as Gale decided what to do. He ultimately thought that Astarion wasn't being fair and he wrapped the free arm under and around his leg.

"I'll have you screaming and begging by the end of it if you lower that damn hand Gale, I mean it."

In one quick motion, the arm around Astarion's leg tightened and that hand shot for the back of his knee, as the other went for the top. "Worth it to hear even a squeHEAK!"

Astarion shouted and shook and kicked his leg. He made good on his threat- his hands dove under Gale's hair to tickle and try to stop the other before he really found any other bad spots. He flopped against the headboard of the bed and kicked his leg uselessly, because Gale had it gripped well. His mouth opened in choked gasps at first, but Gale was scribbling. He shouted again and finally laughed.

Gale, giggling and craning his neck every which way to either trap Astarion's fingers or block them out, was having too much fun to want to stop. But both hands were in his neck and he was so ticklish there dammit, so he had to sacrifice his hand on Astarion's kneecap to fight the one brushing up to his ear.

Astarion took his chance to grab Gale's hand and lift the arm with vampire strength. He focused on holding the arm up and poking at the exposed armpit, and moved his leg more freely now to roll Gale onto his side so it faced up and was easier to tickle.

"Yohou'll pahahay for thahat, brahat!"

A new peal of Gale's maniacal giggles came, and he arched his back and tried to move his other arm that was now trapped under Astarion's leg. The other leg was against his back keeping him trapped. He was fully helpless. "Shit shit HAHAHA SHIHIT! HAHA! HEEEEEE!" He kicked his leg with a squeal when Astarion pinched and poked down to the spot between his ribs and armpit.

"I told you, my sweet sensitive thing. You'll be screaming and begging for mercy before I'm done with you tonight," Astarion snickered and moved his hand all over, poking and swiping and pinching and squeezing in any spot he could reach. Gale's neck, his ear, his armpit, ribs, even his back wasn't safe from the tickle onslaught.

It was going to be a long night, and Gale got exactly what he asked for. Astarion was more than happy to deliver.

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