So I won't hesitate no more,
No more,
It cannot wait I'm sure,
There's no need to complicate our time is short,
This is our fate
I'm yours.
-Jason Mraz "I'm Yours"
Alena Mahariel looked over the fire as she polished her Dalish bow. Wynne had long since retired to her tent, as had Leliana and Morrigan. Oghren had passed out over a stump on the outskirts of the camp, apparently after accusing one of the trees of stealing his pants, just as he did to her hound, Zeke. Speaking of the dog, he had not gone with Alistair to his tent, and would most certainly not be with Shale. Which left two options; standing guard with Sten or keeping Zevran company, which she highly doubted the later option.
Speaking of the assassin, where was he? She could just spot Sten over by the entrance to their circle shaped camp, as he stood firm in the shadows, watching for a disturbance. She had seen Zevran sharpen his blades earlier in the eve, had he gone hunting this late? Or is he training, perhaps? Her Dalish senses did not feel him in the nearby trees, so she assumed he had gone on a walk and left it as so.
Finishing one final sweep down her bow, she tossed the oil coated rag back towards her pack and gently rested the bow on another cleared stump to dry. Reclaiming her seat, she stared back into the fire: it reminded her it was late and she was weary. Alena stretched her arms up over her head, blinking her eyes to ebb the sleepiness a bit longer. She then felt a set of two fingers glide down the exposed inside of her right arm, jumped and just about fell off the rock on which she was currently perched. She heard a chuckle from behind her, deep and melodious. Turning swiftly, her eyes were greeted by the Antivan's form.
"Jumpy, my dear Grey Warden? If you are so scared, I could hold you securely in my arms. Perhaps you would feel a bit safer, no?" Zevran teased, leaning towards her with that coy smile on his lips. She knew he was again up to no good.
"Zevran, you are more likely to lose those two fingers next time. And there will be no holding me. You will only look for a way to molest me in your grasp. Think again," Alena stated matter-of-factly, glaring into his amber eyes with her mossy ones. He only continued to smile as he sat near her.
"Why do you think I will not behave? Did I not pledge my loyalty to you? I am hurt that you do not trust me, my dear," Zevran said, placing a dramatic hand over his oh-so-aching heart. Alena was not amused.
"Simply because you pledged your loyalty to me does not mean I trust you. Neither does it make me a thing of ownership to you that you can touch and feel anytime you want," Alena stated, facing away from him to grab her oil rag to start on her boots.
"But I am yours." Alena stopped mid-grab, looking over her shoulders through her long umber colored hair that hung loose from her bathing earlier. She searched his face for any signs of sarcasm. All she saw was his normal trademark smirk. Upon meeting his eyes, he leaned forward again, crawling closer to her, closing the gap to less than arms width. Zevran knelt to her right, much closer than she would've normally allowed. "Ever since you spared my life, you have also taken care of me, kept me alive, even gave me gifts and listened to my life stories. Not many could do that, mi amora. Thus, I am yours to do with what you please, whether it is to use me to kill or warm your bed, it is your choice. Do with me what you will." Zevran continued to show that devious smile, watching her face for an answer.
Alena struggled for a moment, then returned her gaze to meet his. "What if I do not know what I want to do with you, Zev?" she asked quietly, genuinely confused. She knew nothing of this feeling he made her feel when he did these sorts of things to her. It made her chest tight, made her feel like a pond who just had a pebble thrown in it, all ripply. Watching her fight with herself was entertaining, but he had other ideas. He reached up and moved a stray piece of long hair from her cheek, placing it behind her sharp elven ear, making sure to trace down the outer side. His fingers trekked down a bit further until they slid down her jaw and held her chin gently.
"If I may make a suggestion, sweet girl..."he started, not waiting for her to allow his permission. Standing up slightly so he was leaning over her, the assassin ghosted his lips over hers, not being too demanding, lest she frighten. When she did not jolt or move back, but lower her lids over her forest eyes, he kissed her fully, sliding his tongue between her parting lips and moving his fingers from where they held her chin to slip up through her hair to cradle the back of her scalp, massaging slightly, more to enjoy the feel of her silky hair tickle his hand. Soon after his advance, he felt her hand upon his cheek, smooth and cool, and smelling of leather polish, giving him a euphoric feeling. Just as smoothly as he began, he stopped, moving back slightly to see his Alena's face flushed, accentuating her forehead tattoo. Her half lidded eyes fluttered open to look at him questionably, before smiling lightly.
"A wonderful idea, Zev. Any others you may be hiding?" She asked, stretching her arms up to wrap around his shoulders. Another velvety chuckle.
"I can think of a couple more, if pressed."