Prompt: First Kiss.

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Alistair was still grinning goofily a full twenty minutes after Anastasia had left him. From what Zevran had been able to tell (though Alistair was strangely reluctant to discuss the matter) he was a virgin and so if that had finally changed then perhaps he could understand such prolonged and unabashed glee. He had certainly seen other men celebrate in similar fashions although he hadn't been so inclined after his first time.

"Ah, my dear friend," Zevran said jovially as he approached the warden.

Alistair, so caught up was he in whatever was going on in his head, jumped. "Oh, uh, Zevran. Did you need something?"

"No, not particularly," Zevran said breezily. "So good of you to ask, however."

"Then why did you come over here?" Alistair asked confused.

"What?" Zevran asked innocently. "I can't simply wish to bond with one of the prettiest Grey Wardens I have the pleasure to be travelling with?"

"There are only two Grey Wardens that you're travelling with," Alistair pointed out. "Me and Anastasia."

"True, so I suppose that's really not that much of a compliment," Zevran mused. "I would change that to 'one of the prettiest Grey Wardens I know' but I never made it a habit to associate with your order before this mission."

"I…see," Alistair said, clearly feeling this to be a good thing given Zevran's assassin upbringing.

"So you appear to be in a good mood," Zevran noted. "Any particular reason?"

"What?" Alistair practically squawked. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What? No, no reason."

"It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I just saw Anastasia over here?" Zevran pressed.

Alistair colored. "You saw that? Well, let's have it."

"Have what?" Zevran asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Oh, you know," Alistair said, trying to cover his embarrassment. "The jokes, the teasing…if you don't hurry it up I might turn as red as I can get without you even having to say a word."

"Now that would certainly be a sight," Zevran considered slowly. "But I see no reason to do any such thing. Really, Alistair, it wounds me that you think so little of me."

"Wait, it's not-I'm not trying to insult you or anything," Alistair insisted, running a hand through his hair. "I just would have expected you to give me a hard time. You seem to do that about everything else and to everyone else."

"Why Alistair!" Zevran exclaimed, greatly amused. "I would never stoop so low as to mock someone at the beginning of a great romance!"

"You wouldn't?" Alistair asked, confused.

"No, no, no," Zevran assured him. "So she kissed you?"

The goofy grin was back. "Yeah. I think it went rather well but it's not like I have anything to judge it by. She's mentioned that she has, though, and she seemed pleased."

Zevran couldn't help the smirk that formed on his lips. "Are you, dear Alistair, by any chance telling me that I had the unexpected pleasure of witnessing your first kiss?"

Alistair winced. "Hey, I thought you said you weren't going to give me a hard time!"

"Who's giving anyone a hard time?" Zevran retorted. "I just asked a simple question. I will take your lack of a response as a yes, of course. And let me tell you that I find the matter decidedly adorable."

"Adorable?" Alistair repeated, looking a bit shocked that the assassin had used that word.

"But of course," Zevran assured him. "And since you seem the good little Chantry boy type then I'm going to have to assume that if this is your first time being kissed then you also haven't had very much experience with certain other fun 'grown-up' past-times."

Alistair turned a darker shade of red. "No, I haven't. Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well, as you may or may not be aware I am quite well versed in all of them, including several that I do not believe are even legal here in Ferelden," Zevran informed him. "So if you would, at any point in time, like some advice or even pointers – or you think that Anastasia might – then I would be happy to-"

"No!" Alistair practically shouted. "I mean, no, I think I've got it under control."

"Are you sure?" Zevran asked, sounding concerned. "Because if you're not then I can always-"

"I'm quite sure," Alistair said firmly.

Zevran shrugged. "Suit yourself."

With that, he left Alistair to futilely recapture the magic of his first kiss while he went off to go find Wynne. It wouldn't do to spend too much time teasing the same person or his words might get less effective. Well, that or they might attempt to kill him. Really, neither scenario was particularly desirable.

Wynne looked up as he approached her. "Yes?" she asked cautiously.

Zevran smiled winningly at her. "Say that I believed that murder was wrong…"

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