Shadows in the Night
The night was calm, and all seemed to be well. Kallian felt a shadow fall on her back and fingers tease into her long blonde hair, that she usually kept tied back in a severe bun on the battlefield. Tonight she had decided to let it flow free, for comfort as well as vanity, and maybe something else...
"Mi amore..."
A mouth, brought tantalizingly close to her ear, breathed warmth and sweet words to tangle in her hair. "You know how beautiful I find you with your hair all... dishevelled."
She laughed, a throaty chuckle of a sound.
"Why do you tempt me so, hm?"
Zevran's other hand travelled to her hip and ran down the side of her thigh. She shuddered, a barely discernible movement, but he felt it against his hand and smirked silently, his lips pressing against her hair.
"Come to," she paused, letting Zevran's hand linger close to the inside of her thigh, "replace me for night watch?"
"Oh yes, the first part is correct, but the second is not."
She turned to face him, his hands still running up and down her back.
"Then you shall have to replace me where?" Kallian whispered seductively.
He chuckled quietly and began to lightly pepper her jawline with kisses.
In between each one, he whispered, "I was thinking," pause, "I could replace you," pause, "from here," pause, "to my tent," (he felt her quiver in anticipation), "and maybe I could," pause, "finish showing you those Antivan massage techniques." His lips lingered at the base of her neck. "I'm not sure you quite, ah, understood the things I showed last time."
She sank into him, still standing, fingertips swollen with desire to touch his bare skin. Slipping her hands beneath the loose tunic he wore so easily, she traced his various battle scars.
"After all, my hair won't suffer from a little more dishevelment," she murmured in his ear, keeping her hands pressed dangerously low beneath his tunic.
Suddenly, he pulled away, his lips leaving their position by the hollow of her neck.
"I'll go wake Sten for midnight watch," he whispered as explanation. "Or would you like to do the honours?"
Already slipping off the shoulder of her leathers, Kallian winked. "I'll wake him, and you, mister, get yourself into my tent, now. Or I'll be extremely angry."
"How can I disappoint such a beautiful woman?"
He leered at her retreating figure, and she glanced back at him.
She gestured to his clothes.
"And get rid of... that."