He lets Astarion explore her, lets him marvel at her, while Jacob lies down beside her, tracing the lines of ribs and muscles with his fingers. Occasionally, he trails his hand to Astarion's shoulders, around his back, even as he focuses most of his attention on kissing her mouth.

It's slow and lovely and there's no reason to rush this part. He wants them to have the chance to be familiar as he has with them. They're both so goddamn beautiful to him.

"Lucky us," he agrees. "And his tongue does more than complain and insult, you know."