Thanks to HQuinn for not only being my beta for this first chapter but for also being the source of my inspiration to write this fic. You rock!

This chapter is NSFW.

Nearly six months had passed since Kallian had survived slaying the archdemon. While she remained in Denerim, living in the Warden compound with Zevran, the rest of her companions had parted ways. Though she still saw Alistair from time to time when he wasn't busy with his kingly duties, she spent most of her days with Zev or with her family in the alienage. Unfortunately she knew this relative peace and simplicity wouldn't last forever, and that interruption came in the form of a letter from Weisshaupt requesting her to step up as the Warden Commander. From there, things only got worse when Zev had confessed to her that he had his own troubles to contend with in Antiva.

"Do you have to go, Zev?" Kallian asked for the hundredth time while she changed into a nightgown.

Zevran's warm hand caressed her cheek as he gave her the same answer he had given every time she asked over the past month. "Ah but you know I must, mi amor. I am not one to simply sit idly by waiting to be picked off like a fresh nug."

Kallian huffed and ran her hand through her dark blonde tresses as she tended to do when she was anxious. Zevran caught her hand in his own, "What is troubling you, my warden? Have you so little faith in me? I am confident the Crows will not dispose of me so easily." He gave her one of his trademark easy grins.

"I'm just going to ignore how cocky you sounded, but no that's not all that's worrying me."

"Come then, tell your Zevran what the problem is and I will ease your worry, I am sure of it." Kallian warmed at the way he called himself 'hers'. While he hadn't for even a second toned down the confident swagger he possessed, his open and honest affection towards her had only grown and continued to fill her with a feeling akin to floating.

Zevran's amber eyes bore into her own as light touches to her hand sent tingles down her spine. Zevran's larger hands were back up to her face stroking her high cheekbones and weaving fingers into her hair. Kallian was normally quite open to Zev's methods of stress relief but she pulled away from his insistent caresses as the knot in her stomach only tightened.

"Zev, I've barely been a Warden for a year and they want me to command a bunch of foreign wardens, who don't know me from squat all while somehow being a sodding Arlessa? Did they miss the pointy ears? Who will even take me seriously? I wouldn't even take me seriously. I'm barely nineteen. I couldn't even tell you the names of half the Bann's in Ferelden, let alone the nobles of Amaranthine. Oh and did I mention that I'm an elf? This is insane. What was Alistair thinking?" Kallian ranted, her voice becoming higher pitched as she carried on breathlessly.

"And since when has being an elf stopped you from doing anything, my sweet? I certainly do not think the archdemon cared what your ears looked like when you ran a sword through its head, no?" Zevran calmly responded.

"That's different and you know it Zev," Kallian groaned as she slumped backwards on their shared bed in the Warden compound.

"In my experience I have found that swords prove to be quite effective in both matters of darkspawn and in politics, but maybe that is just me," he chuckled lightly.

Kallian rolled her eyes, "So you think I should just stab anyone who gets in my way and to the void with the consequences?"

"Well I think you tried that already and it ended with you conscripted into the Grey Wardens, did it not? I usually aim for a subtler approach but again that could just be me," he said with a wink.

Kallian sighed again, "I just wish you were coming with me, Zev. At least then I could just point you in the direction of anyone giving me trouble. I would be a feared leader in no time."

"I knew you were only using me. But I must admit I thought it was for my stunning body, not my assassination skills. You truly are a devious one my Warden." Zevran glided to her side on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her with a twinkle in his eye.

"That my favourite assassin also just happens to be an incredible bed warmer is simply a side benefit," Kallian said with a smirk.

"I certainly hope I am your favourite, though I am not sure how many more assassins you could have met. But it is true that none can compete with the awesomeness that is Zevran."

Kallian hit the side of her cocky elf's head, "Zev I'm trying to be serious here!"

Zevran let out a hearty laugh in response and deftly caught her hand this time as she reached out to hit him again. "Oh I am always serious when it comes to me being awesome." His eyes softened as he kept her hand still in his, his thumb brushing across it. "Whatever obstacles you face mi amor, I have the utmost certainty that you will overcome them. What are a few pesky nobles in the face of the Hero of Ferelden, hmm?"

"You know it really feels good to shove that title in Shems' faces when they think they can get all high and mighty over me." Kallian snorted, "How absolutely humiliating to have to thank an elf for saving your entire sodding country." Now Kallian laughed outright.

"Quite right, my warden. Truly you have done more for this country than most. I do not think you will have such trouble at Amaranthine as you think."

Kallian hummed as his caressing moved up her arms and he brushed her hair behind a pointed ear. "Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact that you're leaving me tomorrow. Who else am I supposed to depend on to watch my back?"

"Ah it is true I will miss staring luridly at your backside but I am certain that someone else can fulfill that position temporarily. As long as they do not watch too closely," Zev grinned then leaned down to nip at her earlobe playfully.

Kallian panted as he continued to tease her ear with his tongue, knowing how sensitive she was there. "But I don't think I can find a replacement for this," she breathed out unsteadily.

"No you are quite right about that, but as you say, I do not head out until the morning. I believe we have proven that between your stamina and my... experience that we can certainly make use of the long night ahead of us," Zevran's hot breath in her ear combine with his delightfully seductive Antivan accent sent shivers running down her spine.

Kallian scooted back on their shared bed, tugging her assassin back along with her so that he was pressed flush against her. He resumed his languid ministrations along her left ear with his velvet tongue, only pausing to caress the golden hoop that pierced her lobe.

Fed up with his teasing, Kallian wove her fingers into his thick blond hair and tugged his face back up to her so she could assault his lips with her own. She slid her tongue along his bottom lip before his lips parted and their tongues met. Zevran's hand began a slow descent to the bottom hem of her night shirt and sent goose pimples along her flesh where he lightly traced up her thigh. Inch by inch he lifted the hem with only the barest of touches on her creamy flesh all the while still delving into her mouth with passionate kisses. He continued his torturous climb back up her body finally reaching his goal with a tweak to her right nipple.

Kallian broke the kiss with a gasp as his deft hands continued to pinch and pull at her now hardened nipple. Zev only smirked down at her knowing exactly what he was doing to her and planning to play her like a lute.

He continued to tease with light brushes across the tip followed by sudden pinches and soon Kallian was mewling. "Zev, please." She thrust her hips up to him needing to feel some sort of friction.

"Your wish is my command, mi amor," Zevran answered huskily before drawing her nightgown up and over her head.

In a flash Zevran's mouth replaced his hand on her breast and he began to swirl his tongue around her peak before drawing it into his hot mouth and sucking hard, yielding another low moan from Kallian. Her other nipple was not to be forgotten as his hand was then pinching and pulling it to a hard peak while he continued to lick and suck his way up her breast and to her collar bone. The dampened trail on her skin cooled and she shivered at the contrast of her flushed skin. Zevran's mouth was working wonders on her neck as he wound his hand into her hair to tilt her head so he could get the perfect angle to suck and bite a trail from behind her ear, down to her shoulder and back up again.

Kallian was panting for him now, eager to feel his touch at her hot, wet core. His lean body was pressing against her, surrounding her with the smell of leather and spices, her Zevran. She clenched her hands around his shoulders trying to force him further down where she needed his mouth most and realized he was still fully dressed. That just wasn't fair.

Sitting up, Kallian shoved him back from her so she could untuck his linen shirt from his pants and yanked it over his head.

"Somebody is impatient," Zev said.

"Shut up and take your pants off, Zev," Kallian grinned.

"As you wish." The laces of his leggings were undone quickly and as soon as he pushed the waistband down his hardened cock popped free.

Kallian licked her lips and her eyes flicked back up to meet smouldering amber eyes as Zevran looked at her with the intensity she knew to be love, though he hadn't said so in as many words.

Zevran was standing just at the edge of the bed giving Kallian very easy access to his solid member. She crawled forward and, biting her lip to keep back the smirk, she teased him with a lick along his glistening slit, where a drop of precum was forming.

"Ah," Zevran breathed, immediately sweeping her hair back from her face and into one hand. He loved to look down at her as she took him skilfully in her mouth. Truly she had improved in that area compared to the rather inexperienced person she once was.

Kallian took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. Each time she pulled back she then took him even deeper into her mouth until she was almost at the base of his shaft. She set a fast pace and Zevran's hand in her hair encouraged her on as he tugged her head back by her hair and pushed himself back into her hot mouth.

Zevran was panting as he tried to maintain some semblance of control while Kallian moaned around his cock filling her mouth. His free hand stroked her cheek, her ear, running up and down the side of her face.

"Si, si, oh mi amor," he panted when he then felt her cupping and fondling his balls at the same time her tongue stroked along his slit, driving him into a frenzy. "Ah mi querida, tan bueno. Mierda, no puedo."

Kallian recognized once Zev reverted to his native Antivan that he was rapidly losing control and she let his swollen cock leave her mouth with a pop. Zevran pushed the stray strands of hair behind her ears and cupped her face, bringing her up to meet his lips with a soft kiss.

"The things you do to me," he rumbled in a husky voice. He kissed her again with the taste of his cock still fresh on her tongue.

"I belong to you," Kallian told him. It was their own way of saying 'I love you' and she was perfectly content with that.

"And I, you, my dear Warden. I also am thinking it is my turn to ravish you, si?"

Kallian laughed, "Si, indeed." Then she yelped as Zevran expertly flipped her to her back and dragged her hips towards him where he was kneeling on the bed.

Kallian took in the view of his naked form kneeling above her. Her dark eyes traced the swirling black tattoos that came across his right shoulder, across his hairless chest and settled down the side of his hip. He was beautiful. Especially when his erect cock stood proudly before her, shiny with her saliva. She wanted him to fuck her but he was still content to take his time.

Warm hands caressed the sides of her small, pert breasts, flicking over her rosy nipples before sliding down her sides. He kissed her flat stomach just above her navel and murmured into her, "Bonita."

Warmth flooded her as she knew the meaning of this endearment quite well. He called her 'pretty' as he frequently did when they were making love, or while she was slicing the throat of a bandit. He found her wickedly attractive when she sliced through people with her daggers, just as he did when she was laid out before him naked and wanting as she was now.

His mouth then descended from her stomach towards her wetness and she groaned when he went straight to her inner thighs pressing kisses there and she heard his muffled chuckle.

"Zev," she whined, thrusting her hips up suggestively.

His response was only to chuckle again and give her a bite to her inner thigh, silencing her. His right arm came up across her hips to press her down into the mattress, while he took his time lazily kissing and licking up and down her thighs. Finally his tongue probed at her lips before delving into her tight entrance. He kissed and licked all while Kallian moaned and clenched the sheets in her fists. His tongue finally made its way to her aching clit and he sucked hard, which pulled a shriek from Kallian. Her hands flew to his hair, tangling into his normally immaculate braids. She kept his head firmly pressed against her while she thrust up into his face only wanting more.

His warm hands were firm as he forced her thighs open further apart while he devoured her juices. Kallian was whimpering and panting at his every touch. He continued his ruthless attack on her over sensitive nub while he pushed first one, then two, long fingers into her making her gasp and arch her back. He curled his fingers upwards and began a slow thrusting in and out. He continued to lick and suck on her clit while his fingers picked up their pace. She was so full yet not full enough.

"Zev, Zev, oh please Zev, more," Kallian chanted.

Her hair was sticking to her neck with sweat while she was grinding her hips into his talented mouth just hoping to bring herself over the edge. She could feel heat pooling in her belly and knew she was close as she kept up her chanting of 'more' to her Antivan lover.

Zevran kneeled back and pulled his sopping wet fingers from her, making her whine at the loss of contact. Kallian's focus completely zoned in on his lips when he brought his fingers up to his mouth and tasted her on his skin. His lips turned upwards in a seductive smile and eyes closed with a hum of approval.

"Delicious."

"I need you," Kallian whispered.

"Then turn over," said Zevran.

Kallian immediately flipped to her stomach and got up on her hands and knees. Her hair fell down around her face exposing the tattoo of the Vhenadahl that she had Zevran do on her upper back while they were still fighting the Blight. He pressed his lips at the center of her back and trailed kisses up along her spine until he reached the nape of her flushed neck, sending shivers through her body.

"On your belly, please," he softly spoke into her ear before placing a gentle kiss behind it.

She complied quickly, stretching herself out along her stomach with her head pillowed in her arms, just hoping he would finally take her as she desperately needed.

Zevran gently pushed her thighs apart before taking his firm length in his hand to push against her soaking entrance. Both elves moaned as the sensations engulfed them. Zevran pushed forward almost agonizingly slow as Kallian adjusted to the feeling of fullness inside her. When Zevran's hips met with hers she expected him to pull back but he didn't yet. He draped himself across her stretched out body so that his legs trapped hers between his own muscular thighs, and his lean chest pressed down across the length of her back. He grasped her hands in each of his own, intertwining their fingers together so that her hands too, were trapped beneath him. All she could feel and smell was Zev all around her. His weight was comfortable and warm against her and she could feel every hot breath of his on her neck.

His mouth was back at her left ear with kisses and teasing bites as he finally withdrew almost as slowly as when he had entered her. "You are mine, mi amor. Never forget that," he spoke huskily into her ear as his thrusts started picking up the pace.

Kallian only moaned in response, feeling overcome just by the overwhelming presence of her Zevran. His body completely surrounded hers and he continued whispering endearments into her ear between kisses that were driving her wild. He was everywhere and all she could do was take it with the way he had her completely immobilized by his body alone.

"More, more. Harder. Please!" Kallian could barely get out the words between her desperate gasps for breath.

Zevran pounded into her from behind, still keeping up the stream of endearments, slipping between Antivan and the Common Tongue. "Bonita, sweet girl, mine," he growled.

Kallian was tensing up as she approached her peak. Her toes were curling and she let out a whine. Zevran was bucking wildly into her. "Come for me my warden, come for your Zevran. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my hard cock," his husky voice caressed her ear.

The sound of his Antivan accent talking dirty drove her to that orgasm she had been waiting for. Kallian's body stiffened and she clenched Zevran's fingers in hers as the spasms wracked through her body. He grunted soon after and finally let go as well, filling her with his seed.

The lay as they were, panting for a while before Kallian spoke, "I can't breathe."

Zevran apologized, kissing her on the shoulder sweetly before he rolled off of her. They easily situated themselves so that she was curled up against his chest listening to the sounds of his heartbeat and their combined breathing in the otherwise silent and dark room. Zevran busied himself with undoing the completely messed up braids of his hair while Kallian idly traced the black lines of his tattoos with a callused finger. They sat like that for some time, just enjoying one another's presence and taking comfort in each other's arms.

Zevran dozed off for a while, his arm still loosely around Kallian's waist. Kallian eventually nudged him awake with her elbow.

"Mm?" Zevran blinked at her.

"Think you can go again?" she asked, trailing her fingers down her lover's chest.

Zevran grinned at his insatiable warden, "For you? I think that can be arranged."

Translations:

mi querida - my dear

tan bueno - so good

meirda, no peudo - shit, I can't