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Moments in the Sun	By : Shebagirly Category: +M through R > Neverwinter Nights Views: 2346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Neverwinter Nights or any of its characters. I make no money off of this story. This is my first adult fic so I welcome all reviews!

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Two-plus hours of hiking was nothing for a ranger; Leona was surprised how much time had passed since the going was easy and the weather was warm. She’d brought Honus, her bear, along, just for safety. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Bishop; if he ever sold her out, it wouldn’t be this pre-planned. No, it was just her habit to never travel to new places alone. Being with Bishop counted as alone.
Honus ambled along with Karnwyr behind the humans, though they talked little. When they did it was ranger shop-talk, about arrows and the foliage, the position of the stars this time of year. Leona was a little distressed to find the easy comfort with someone who understood that world. Being a ranger made one connected to their surroundings in a unique way; not having to explain it in words – or even lead the way – was comforting.
Upon reaching the spot, Leona could see that Bishop didn’t exaggerate. To any eyes, the clearing was perfect, and the warm day made it even finer. The forest opened up to a wide circular clearing, with water circling in a small stream. The stream even started at a small waterfall from the hill, and the water ran through a cave she couldn’t see the end of, though she spied the water flowing in the distance around the hill. Everything was human-sized, not larger than life. This place was approachable, not imposing.
            Anyone might have noticed that there was no sound but the water; anyone might have caught the scent of late-spring wildflowers. Anyone might have seen the prism of light through the waterfall. But Leona’s senses were more acute: she could feel the balance of a place. Standing here, she could sense the life all around here, everything in its place. It was the feeling of a cold drink on a hot day – or a warm drink on a hot day. Just what the body needed to restore. It was like exhaling after holding a breath. Leona realized then how much time she’d spent, lately, in places so out of balance. Caves, hideaways, pillaged towns. With the King of Shadows on the move, everywhere she smelled fear on animals, hell, fear on people. It had been a long time since she’d been to a location just going about its business. She had been starved for this. She had deprived herself of it too long.
            After a long silence, Leona said the only thing to Bishop she could think of: “Thank you.” He didn’t answer. She knew he was drinking it in too, and the silence spoke volumes.
            She took steps around the edge. “It’s been so long – too long – since I breathed this in.”
“Yeah,” said Bishop. “Don’t I know it.”
Leona cautiously walked the perimeter, as if measuring. She heard Bishop talking to Karnwyr, and told Honus he could roam for a bit. Seeing those two unlike animals trotting off together was a strange sight, she thought. And yet, here we two are, also very unlike animals. This place trumps all those differences.
            Eventually, after taking the measure of the place, Leona walked to a spot towards the center, where the sun was warm but not hot. She sat and unpacked some food and drink, shaking off her gear. Bishop sat too and did the same.
            “I always wondered what Keep Captains ate for lunch,” he said, more teasing than jabbing. She smiled and said, “it’s not as grand as you imagine, but I’m happy to share it with you. It’s the least I can do after this place.” Leona knew it was a grand gesture for him to take her here. Not romantic, no – she didn’t want that from him, and he was unable to give it. It was more…open. Bishop knew that Leona, unlike most, would never forget how to find this place again. Offering up that permanent piece of himself was big, indeed. She guessed it was more loneliness than love, and that was fine with her.
            Full of wine and drink, Bishop stretched back onto the grass and closed his eyes. Leona packed up the lunch and brought her pack to the water’s edge. She cupped her hand and reached in. Clear and cool, she could see reflections of the clouds. She took a drink and rubbed some water over her face.
“Going for a swim?” Most people hated the way Bishop seemed to sneak up on them, but he never took Leona by surprise. She sat on the edge and removed her shoes.
“I couldn’t come all this way and not feel the water,” she said. “It’s the clearest I’ve seen in a long time.”
“No wonder, with a swamp like West Harbor for a home,” he said. “I thought maybe you preferred brown, muddy pools.”
Leona didn’t take his bait for argument. “Nope,” she said, and undressed down to her cloth underclothes. None of her underclothes were particularly revealing, but she’d decided to forego the soft leather today in case there was water, so the cloth made a perfectly acceptable swim suit. They floated up as she launched herself in, feet first. Paying no attention to her companion, she began to explore the place the same way she had on land.
            The waterfall was off to the back left, the cave just off of it. She couldn’t see to the other side, but it was shorter than her height, and the water was deep. Where she stood, the water came just to her chest, but it shallowed at the waterfall and deepened again at the cave mouth.
            She heard the water open behind her and knew Bishop was behind. “Come here,” he said, moving ahead of her. “Look at this.”
            Leona saw him walk under the waterfall, to a spot just left of the cave. There, he was almost perfectly sheltered from the flow above him, but he reached out his hand to feel it. Funny how he had such a tender touch with nature. If you saw him with Karnwyr you would think he was the most sensitive man. With people, he wasn’t so good. She followed him to the water’s clearing. No water reached them from above other than a soft mist in the wake of the water falling from above.
“Amazing,” she said, wondering at the perfect respite from the water flow. Where walking into the clearing was that sensory overload – luckily one of balance this time – this spot brought a reprieve for the senses. All input was cancelled out, because the world was blocked in every way. No sound, no sight, no smell, no taste. No wind, no sun. In its void, it became everything. She leaned against the rock wall, and looked above at the colorless water.
The space was small, and she noticed then that their bodies were touching. Yes, this spot in the stream blacked out sound, sight, smell, and taste. But still, there was touch. Much in the way blind men often hear very well, with no other senses to distract her, her sense of touch was all there was. Suddenly she was very conscious of that closeness. Still, she did not move, and kept her head turned to the sky she couldn’t see through the water.
Since touch was all she could sense, when Bishop’s hand reached around her neck, it seemed the only sensation in the world. She opened her eyes sharply. That time, he had surprised her; she had nothing to sense him with. By the time her eyes focused, he had shifted her to face him in the small space. There was nothing she could think of to say. She was grateful to be here; it showed on her face. Desire quickly washed over the gratitude as he roughly slanted his mouth to hers. Though she knew that, too, was coming, she wasn’t prepared for the flush of desire coursing through her. She kissed him back with passion, letting out all these months of sensory overload in unbalanced places. Here, she could let go, and she meant to.
            Leona reached her arms around his chest and felt the misty water behind him. She relaxed into his kiss, instinctively pushed back into the force of his body and the hard rock behind her. Her tongue met his, and danced with it. Leona was sure that if she opened her eyes, she would actually see lust swirling around them. Maybe this place dulled the senses, but her appetite wasn’t dulled one bit.
            As their mouths met again and again, Bishop pinned her against the rock with the length of his body. He reached one hand up her wet cloth shift, and reached the other down to pull off her underwear. Leona arched her head back as far as it would go, and rubbed her hands up and down his back in encouragement. She had missed this. Long days on the road with no connection, focused on mission after mission…his mouth recharged her as if with solar light. She felt the lengths of their bodies rocking together, and she pulsed with fire as Bishop reached behind her and pulled her lower body to crash into his groin. She could feel his hardness and knew he was ready for her, but would draw it out. In the world outside, making others squirm and suffer was his strongpoint – in a bad way. Here, it worked for both of them. She pushed herself into him and stayed close, as if glued.
He turned his head to kiss down the line of her ear and neck. As his tongue explored around her ear he reached his other hand down her back. She shivered from the touch and dug her nails into his back.   She moaned up into the roar of the waterfall, sound instantly muted.
            With a ranger’s expert ears, Bishop had heard her, and he spoke into her ear. “No one can hear you.”
            She took his head in her hands, and looked into his light brown eyes. “So?”
            “That means you can scream as much as you want.” Leona knew he was remembering that night in the stockroom, when she had to keep from making too much noise by burying her head in his neck, or biting him.
            “Make me.”
            Bishop met her eyes. “Oh, I think I can.” He lowered his head and licked, explored, teased, all the way down to her naval. He made sure not to miss an inch around her breasts, pulling and licking each nipple erect as he covered her with hands and mouth. Leona reached her hands out straight, and could touch the edge of the waterfall above them. She lowered herself a little, tried to pull him back to her mouth, but his strong arms reached up and held her in place. She had to admit, it felt good to have someone else in charge. All day every day she gave orders, and people followed them without question. What a treat on her one day off, to let someone else take the lead. She let him pin her to the rock as his mouth reached the water line, just below her belly button.
            Before she could focus another thought, Bishop released her, and led with his thumbs and fingers down to the water line. He took a deep breath, and disappeared. By the time Leona looked down, his mouth was on her under the water. She jumped as if electrified, pinning herself back to the rock. Bishop’s hands and mouth were all there, rolling from the insides of her thighs to the center of her desire. The pleasure was almost too much, all her senses spinning, but he kept his arms in place holding her thighs apart. She vaguely thought about how long he could hold his breath, but time had no meaning and the thought passed. Soon Bishop emerged from the water with a great splash, and in its wake his mouth landed on hers again, both of them panting between kisses.
            “Did you scream yet? I couldn’t hear it.”
            She smiled. “Nah. Try again, I guess.”
            He chuckled back. This time leading with his hands, he kept his mouth on hers while running each finger over thigh and pelvis. Her instinct pushed her against him, and at that moment he plunged down again, meeting her thrust with his mouth underwater. This time he got his wish. Her moan turned to shout as his fingers and tongue thrust in and out of her. With no body to grab Leona clawed the rocks around her, feeling for something steady to hold while her body came undone. Just at the edge of deepest pleasure, just when she felt unzipped from the inside, Bishop’s movement slowed. A tease. Who could mind when the teasing felt this good?
Bishop’s fingers took over as he raised up again. One look at her and he knew he had brought her just to the edge but not over. His face moved close to hers. “I heard that,” he teased in a sing-song voice.
Leona’s breath was coming in pants and sighs, thick between pleasure and desire. “Tell me you’re not done with me yet.”
He shook his head, and water sprayed behind him. “No, no, no. You’ve got the whole day off, don’t you?”
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