Night had settled on the camp gracefully and without warning. Leliana and Wynne were off to one side, whispering about religion or what not. Sten had followed...the lovely Morrigan into her tent. Zevran trained his ears for any sound coming from the space he wished to partake in. His growing member was becoming quite painful and refused to settle down. Alistair kept shooting him nervous looks from across the camp yet still rubbing the Mabari who panted happily. If only Zevran was the one being rubbed. The sex-crazed elf bit back a groaned and turned to look for the Warden. She/he refused to look at him no doubt embarrassed by their public affection in Arl Eamon's castle. He chuckled then set out to distract himself. [A.N.-Warden will be female from now on :)] Maybe there was something in his tent that needed killing...
"Zevran." It was her, the one who offered him mercy. The elf made a show of sighing before dramatically turning around. She flushed at the sight of him being shirtless. His lips curved into a seductive smirk. "Here I am." He spread his arms out in invitation. The Warden chose to sit beside him and kept staring at his tattoos. He wondered if she had an attention disorder. When she shook her head to regain focus, he chuckled. "What was it like?" "It what?" She squirmed under his pointed stare. "Being an assassin." The ex-Crow raised an eyebrow. "It had it uses. Not all are blessed with nobility or skill. I told you the story of my mother?" The Warden nodded, tucking her hair behind those beautiful round ears.
He continued describing what an Assassin entailed. It was brought to a stop when she said "What is it that you fancy exactly?" You, my fair Warden. Zev wanted nothing more than to whisper those words in her ear while they made sweet love in his tent. Or hers, didn't really matter. The elf stretched as if to show off his body making her flush even more. "Why I fancy many things. Would you be offended if I said I fancied you?" She eyed him, interest clear in her eyes. So she wasn't with the other Warden who hated his guts. Good thing to know. "Not at all actually." His eyes lit up at her trilling voice. Damn, she was just as seductive as he if not more. The member strained for release but he forced himself not to soil himself in front of her. That was just plain crude!
Not knowing how to answer, he silently watched her leave his tent calling for the Mabari. He bit his lip and covered his lap with a blanket, his hand sliding down to touch him. The elf tilted his head back and silently moaned as his movements became faster. His member grew slicker until he reached the point of release. The Warden was in his head, fully naked and bucking underneath him. A spasm hit him again and he buckled from the intensity of it. Maybe it's not impossible Zevran. The words of when he questioned his ability to fall in love during a shared watch. Damn if that woman wasn't true. Little did she know he was falling in love with her. His heart thumped wildly while he cleaned himself off then went to bed. Tomorrow would only hold more surprises and the sight of his Warden. A smile flickered across the assassin's lips just as he nodded off.