tell the world that we finally got it right

[ladyspitfire]

[A short walk on the beach is enough time, she thinks, to give Zevran the space he needs to prepare. The dog needs to be walked, anyway, so the two of them aren't disturbed tonight. She's jittery and uncertain, a blushing fool of a Warden with a rose in her hand. She remembers why she fell for Alistair, for his sweetness and his tender hand, because he'd been beside her after her world had been destroyed and she'd been there for him when he'd lost everything he held dear. It's different with Zevran, a warmth and a passion she didn't have with Alistair, but it's still been that long.

Three years is laughable, in retrospect. It's not about the sex. She's never needed it. But when Alistair had confessed his feelings, and she to him, they had consummated their relationship that night. When Zevran and she had...'come clean' (that's what it felt like, even now, like they'd been hiding secrets that should never have been spoken), they hadn't made any moves. Innuendos, flirts, and physical affections, of course. But nothing like this. It's foolish to dwell on, even more so to feel nervous, but there she is and she can't deny it.

Just don't say anything stupid, Elissa.

Atticus bounds back to the tent gleefully, the moon large and beautiful tonight. She shushes him and points to a spot outside of the tent.]

You stay out here for now, okay? You can come in later. [He whines plaintively, saddened, and she ruffles his ears until his big tongue lolls out in pleasure.] I promise. Okay?

[That seems to satiate him and Atticus finds a place to plop himself down, ever watchful, and let her go inside. With a soft inhale, she pushes aside the tent flaps and crouches just a little to enter.] Zev?

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[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran only pulls back to sigh a little, happily, tracing his fingertips up her shoulders and neck, moving here and there to flick over the shell of her ear, the line of her fine cheekbone, the flush softness of her lips. She seems happy. He wishes he could see the delight in her eyes, even if he can detect it in the hitch of her breath, the speed of her pulse.

He urges her closer, by the shoulders, until she's nearly climbed on top of him, to kiss and nip over her throat. He breathes in the scent of her hair: just a slight touch of the soap she uses, and it smells of the sea and sunshine. Wonderful.]

[ladyspitfire]

[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.]

[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran wants to memorize how she looks.

Though he has already, first with glances side-by-side and on the battlefield, and then with outright gazes of admiration. But it wasn't enough, he wants to know how she looks right now. So he does it the only way he can, with his fingertips and lips. He cannot seem to still them, nuzzling over her throat and the bit between her neck and shoulder, his hands spanning the space of her shoulders, then her lower back, then her hips and buttocks. All of it is perfect.

But he is not entirely without his usual sense of playfulness, squeezing her arse as he comes up for another, proper kiss.]

[ladyspitfire]

[The sound she makes against his lips is just on this side of scandalized, but she's laughing and smiling just the same, leaning into him, kissing back, enjoying him.

As easily as his hands quest for the memorization of her body, so too do hers. There's admiration in her gaze that he'll never see as she looks down at his toned arms, his skilled hands, his chest, belly and abdomen. She looks at the shape and the sleekness of his tattoos, now visible to her, and she dips her head to kiss his collar, his shoulder, and his breastbone. Elissa wants to enjoy every piece of him, every inch.]