Just a little one shot of Zevran and my city elf Warden Kro Tabris, camping in the Frostback Mountains. The M rating is for a small bit of flowery sexual imagery. Enjoy!

Frostback

By Badpie

"You know," Zevran began, smirking as he entered the tent. "The Frostback Mountains are exceptionally chilly." Kro smiled at him. She knew where the conversation was headed. It wasn't hard to guess. Most conversations with Zevran tended to head in the same direction.

"Noticed that did you?" She replied, laying out her blankets for the night. She placed the small lantern in the corner of the tent and lit it, adding a warm orange glow to the interior. Zevran had lit a small fire on the outside of their tent, leaving a flap open to receive some of the warmth.

He kicked his boots off and placed them near the entrance to the tent, then playfully grabbed at one of Kro's legs. "I hear that the best way to get warm is to press your naked body to someone else's naked body under a blanket." He raised and eyebrow at her and removed both of her boots as she smiled at him.

"That so?" She asked, resting back on her elbows. He tossed her boots away and brought one of her small, elven feet up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the top of it.

"Indeed," Zev said huskily. He began to slowly climb up her prone body, hovering over her with a grin. "The Dwarves discovered this. Any that left Orzammar and ventured into these frosty mountains had to huddle together naked in a pile of short, stubby, hairy warmth."

Kro chuckled and brought her lips to his softly. His lips were warm and soft. His nose was very cold. She pulled back slightly. "Now you're just making up stories," she accused.

"Me?" He looked wounded, but that didn't stop him from starting to unlace her leather bodice with one hand. "I never embellish or fantasize."

"No not you," Kro rolled her eyes playfully and flipped them over, finally settling on top of him in a sitting position. She removed the leather bodice that covered the thick, winter fabric of her shirt. She frowned. "Are all dwarves really that hairy?"

Zevran chuckled, running his hands up the thighs of her thick leather pants. "If you're asking if I have ever had a romp with a dwarf, the answer is, surprisingly, no. I was just assuming that the men and women both share similar facial hair." He winked.

Kro laughed. "You're terrible," she said.

He sat up, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her quickly. "Yes. I am. And you..." He kissed her neck, causing her to shiver. "You are fiendishly beautiful." She closed her eyes and sighed happily as he delivered a couple more well placed neck kisses. Then his cold hands snaked up underneath her shirt to rest on her back.

"Ah!" Kro yelped, suddenly squirming to get off of him. He laughed and tightened his hold, his strong arms preventing her from going anywhere. "Your hands are like ice!" she squealed.

"Come then, warm me up," he said, still laughing. Her struggle now futile, Kro grabbed at the buckles on Zevran's leather chest armor, undid them and removed it. "Now you're getting the idea!" He cheered. He rolled her off of him and onto her back as he sat up on his knees.

The fire had warmed the tent considerably and even the frozen ground beneath Kro's back could not penetrate the warmth of the blanket under her. She watched as her lover removed his shirt, the tan skin of his chest letting the warm glow of the lantern play on his muscles. She locked eyes with him in the dim light, relishing the affectionate smolder they conveyed for her. Without speaking he leaned down to grip the waist band of her pants, peeling them fluidly off of her legs. He tossed them aside, leaving her nude from the waist down, the cool air finally stimulating her now vulnerable skin.

She shivered. He noticed and smiled. "We should get you under the blanket," he said softly, moving up to hover over her and kiss her tenderly. Her body flushed at the feeling of his tongue as it barely touched hers in her mouth and then pulled away.

"You're very lucky you know," Kro said quietly. "Not everyone has someone to share their warmth with tonight." She pulled the blanket up over her as Zevran chuckled and stood to remove his pants. She watched them fall and get kicked to the corner, and she drank in his body with her eyes. He stood for a brief moment, allowing her to admire him and then he crawled under the blanket too and pulled her close.

"Would you rather I share my warmth with Sten?" He kissed her throat. "Or perhaps Alistair?" he removed her shirt as she lay there, pulling it over her head. She settled back again as his mouth found one of her breasts and kissed it lightly. "Now I am thinking that maybe perhaps we should invite Morrigan to share the warmth with both of us, eh?"

Kro grabbed the thin pillow next to her head and whapped him with it. She laughed as he tried to defend.

"What?" He cried innocently as she pummeled him with it. "I was merely suggesting that she could perhaps conjure some flame or something!" He laughed, stole the pillow from her and smacked her with it.

Kro squealed and giggled. "You fool," she asserted. "You know Morrigan is only capable of being cold and terrifying."

He pulled her into an embrace, discarding the pillow to the side. "This is true," he admitted. "Now my dear warden, put your arms around me before you catch your death." He kissed her deeply, communicating that he was finished joking around.

"Can't have that," Kro whispered into his ear. He kissed her neck, blanket her body with his and she wrapped her arms around his ribcage. The scent of him intoxicated her as he found her and surrounded himself with her, causing her to gasp softly and dig her fingers into his back.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire and smiled. "Now to warm the rest of your body, my love." He kissed her again, and Kro soon forgot the cold mountain air.