[Elissa leans into his touch, craves it, and feels the calluses on his fingers from his blades as they pass over her cheeks. For a moment, she brushes their foreheads together, and smiles against the fingers that linger on her lips. She takes care when coming down to him, propped up on hands and knees and leaning just so she can bring her head down to kiss his cheek and his forehead.
She does not forget that Zevran is sensual in his lovemaking. They may not have coupled before but he has held her and kissed her with finesse, with tenderness and with passion, and it is no different when his mouth finds her throat. Her heart races just a little more to have him close and content, and she moves a hand up to brush her long hair to the side so it does not get in their way. Her hands find his shoulders and then move down over strong, shapely muscles, not large so much as defined but his smaller, slimmer form.]
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She does not forget that Zevran is sensual in his lovemaking. They may not have coupled before but he has held her and kissed her with finesse, with tenderness and with passion, and it is no different when his mouth finds her throat. Her heart races just a little more to have him close and content, and she moves a hand up to brush her long hair to the side so it does not get in their way. Her hands find his shoulders and then move down over strong, shapely muscles, not large so much as defined but his smaller, slimmer form.]