"My dear Warden, is it not obvious that I am indeed totally and completely devoted to you?" Zevran sat up in the bed, a devious grin spreading beneath his full lips as the Warden in question kissed the side of his neck ."You do not need to continue to throw yourself at me to receive my commitment, surely!" The elf lying next to him laughed and sat up; Zevran smiled even wider as the musical sound filled the room.
"Ah, but my dear assassin," she started, only after removing her mouth from his skin, "of all people, I would know that assassins are quite the fickle type! Don't you remember that time when we were first acquainted? You nearly killed me! I bested you, of course, and although I could probably do the same now, I'd rather go without the bother." With that, the woman threw herself dramatically back onto the bed. She buried her head into the pillows to attempt to block the early-morning rays of light filtering in through the window. "What time is it, Zev?" Her voice was muffled.
Zevran checked the large grandfather clock across the room. "Nearly seven o'clock, I believe. We should be getting ourselves out of this bed soon, it seems."
"Of course. We do not want to make King Alistair angry, do we?" the woman asked mockingly.
"Oh no, we do not. I've heard that he is stark on the issue of punctuality, and he will surely have our heads if we show up late to our breakfast date with him. Maker knows all that power has gone to his head!"
The red-headed elf laughed again, and buried herself under the fine blankets. "King Alistair can suck my-"
"Ah, Caelir," he interrupted, "you know how that whole 'sucking with Alistair' thing went before, do you not? It did not end well." Zevran looked down at her and smiled, a devious look in his amber eyes.
"Zev! That was one time. I was experimenting, remember?" She peeked up at him, an equally dangerous smile on her delicate features as she turned onto her side and curled up. "Just a bit longer, yes? I need my beauty sleep."
"You are right; I cannot bear to look at you in this state; how horrendous you are!" Zevran only barely managed to dodge the Warden's lackluster slap in his general direction. He lay next to her and wrapped his arms around her slim frame, burying his face in her hair. Although many things had changed in the past year, since the end of the Blight, the scent of Caelir's fiery hair had never changed. Zevran didn't know if he could explain the smell- it reminded him a bit of campfire and the littlest touch of some kind of flower, but mostly it reminded him of her. It suited her well.
"Love you, Zev," the Warden said with a yawn. Zevran pushed back her red hair and kissed her pointed ear, reveling in the feel of her shivered response.
"And I you, my Warden."