Karlach Date Night

"I know I can’t stay forever. Here. With you. In fact, I feel like… like I don’t have long left at all. We’ve been through so much, and the worst is yet to come. I have every reason to feel terrified… hopeless… like giving up. But to be here, with you, in the city I love, in this world that I love so much… It’s all I could really ask for," Karlach laced her fingers with Majexatli's once more, "You hear me? You're all I could ever ask for. I love you. And I know that whatever else this city will throw at us, we can handle it."

I would tear Zariel's throat out with my teeth if it meant I could spend just one more minute with you, Majexatli thought, I would rip Gortash's heart out of his chest with my bare hands if you asked. I would spill an ocean of blood to keep you safe.

Tonight, though, they could play pretend with Karlach. Tonight, they could sit with her at a restarant, eating dinner, drinking wine, talk like the world was't ending, like Bhaalist assassins weren't watching their every move, like Karlach had a full life ahead of her, like Majexatli didn't a poisoned dagger beneath the emerald brocade of their coat, like Karlach didn't have a failing engine for a heart beneath her dress.

"I love you, too, Karlach,"

Karlach smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling in a way that made Majexatli's heart flutter.

"Come on. There's something I want to show you upstairs."

"Oh?"

"I rented us a room for the whole night. Just the two of us, alone, finally. I hope you like it..."

"Let me take care of you, please?" Karlach murmured against Majexatli's lips, pulling back after a moment to look in their eyes, quickly adding "Unless you don't want to, I want whatever you're willing to give,"

Majexatli shivered as Karlach's hands slipped under the fine silk of their tunic, her warm hands gentle, cautious; their breath caught in their throat as her fingers ghosting over the lacing of their breeches, waiting for permission.

The last time they had bedded together, Majexatli had taken the lead, lavished every inch of her body with attention. They would have been happy to have spent the whole night between her thighs, taking her apart over and over again with their mouth and fingers, their own pleasure an afterthought, something they chased rutting against the bedroll like a teen. But Karlach had pulled them up, tasted herself on their tongue and begged to feel them, for them to fill her.

They had hesitated for a moment, they hadn't prepared for this, hadn't talked with her about their gender, hadn't asked what formshe prefered. Karlach had managed to chase away those worries in the moment, looking at every part of them as though they were a god to be worshipped, enough to spur them into action.

"Darling?" Karlach's voice pulled them from their mind before it could wander far, one of her hands coming up to cup their face, "What do you want? We can stop if--"

"No, please," Majexatli slid into her lap, meeting her lips in a passionate kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperation, the taste of wine as addicting as blood, "I trust you, please,"

They felt Karlach's grin, as she let her lips stray from their mouth, trail down to their jaw, their neck, her teeth dragging over their skin just hard enough to make them gasp and gentle enough to make them melt. Her fingers made quick work of the laces of their breeches, hand slipping inside to palm their growing arousal, making Majexatli's hips jerk, pulling a keen from their lips.

"Shh, I got you babe," Karlach assured them, "Just let go, I'll take care of you,"