Kalli woke him a couple of times to urge more of the willow-bark tea on him; it did have the desired effect in that the soreness of his muscles, aching head, and high fever gradually went away. Unfortunately it also meant he awoke before dawn with an achingly full bladder. He eased backwards away from Kalli, then started trying to slip out from between her and Alistair without waking them. Naturally the effort was doomed to failure; Alistair muttered and tightened his hold on Zevran, then opened his eyes, blinking muzzily at the assassin.
"Where are you going?" Alistair asked in a whisper.
"Outside... I need to pee," Zevran whispered back.
Alistair frowned, looking up at the tent canvas overhead. "It's still raining," he pointed out.
"That doesn't make my need any the less. More, if anything," Zevran answered.
Kalli snorted and giggled. "Me too," she said in a normal tone of voice, and rolled over to smile at the two of them. "Well. I guess we're not sleeping in this morning," she said. "Put something on before you go outside, I don't want your cold coming back."
Zevran smiled warmly at her. "Neither do I," he agreed. Abandoning any attempt at stealth, he rose to his feet, pulled on the shirt Alistair had used as their towel the night before, and fished through the pile of damp clothing by the door, finding the blanket he'd used to keep the rain off. It was still damp, but better then getting the remaining blankets wet, he thought before slipping out into the rain to find a convenient bush. Alistair also slipped out of the tent in search of a bush, not bothering with either clothes or a blanket.
When the two of them returned to the tent, Kalli scolded Alistair about that, then claimed the blanket to go take a bathroom break herself. She'd lit their little oil lantern while they were out, the small wick filling the tent with a warm golden light.
Alistair grinned at Zevran. "I like this look on you," he said, reaching out to tug on the sleeve of the damp shirt the elf was wearing. "Almost better than the way Kalli looked in a wet shirt. I don't know why..."
"Maybe because it's your shirt?" Zevran pointed out, raising one eyebrow. "And I must say that you wearing nothing but water droplets is quite an attractive look as well. It makes me want to lick them off of you."
Alistair grinned. "Really? Hmmm... I don't believe I'd object to that," he said, rising up on his knees to move a little closer to Zevran. "Why don't you demonstrate?"
Zevran smiled warmly at the warrior, and moved closer as well, placing one hand on Alistair's hip to balance himself before leaning down to touch his tongue-tip to Alistair's stomach, then slowly licked upwards, following the faint damp track the droplet had left on the other man's skin. Alistair's breath hitched as Zevran reached and paused at his nipple, tongue tracing slow circles around it for a moment before he back off, select a second droplet, and repeated the act on the other side.
Kalli's low laugh interrupted them a few minutes later as she pushed her way back into the tent. "I can't leave you two alone for two minutes, can I?" she asked, smiling warmly at the pair.
Alistair smiled, his ears reddening with self-consciousness for a moment; as much less innocent as he was now than when he and Zevran had first become lovers, he was still quite charmingly shy at times. Zevran sat back on his heels, aware of how he must look, tenting the front of the damp shirt as he now was, secure in knowing Kalli well enough to know that she thoroughly enjoyed seeing her two men at play with each other. He gestured at Alistair's broad chest and flat stomach, still speckled with droplets of rain.
"I was licking him dry. We would not want dear Alistair to catch a cold too, now would we?" he asked innocently.
Kalli laughed, and leaving the wet blanket in a heap by the door, moved over to join them. "Show me," she said, one hand moving to rest on each of them – left hand on Alistair's forearm, right resting lightly on Zevran's back – and watched interestedly as his licked off another drop of water. "Oh... I like that," she exclaimed huskily. "Let me help."
She and Zevran spent a few minutes licking their way all over Alistair's torso, chasing drops on his arms and legs as well. Finally Alistair gave a frustrated growl, caught Kalli, and pulled her into his lap. "My turn!" he announced, and began to lick and suck at her ear, something he knew she liked. Zevran joined in, tackling her other ear, and the two co-operated in licking and sucking at random bits of her body until she was laughing from the ticklishness of it all. Finally she escaped from Alistair's arms and backed off a bit, squatting down on her haunches with arms folded on her knees to smile warmly at the two of them.
"Well. As rainy as it is, I think we'll be staying in camp today," she announced. "And I think we should get Zevran out of that shirt and dried off before his cold returns. And then... perhaps... I think I might be in the mood to be squished in the best possible way."
That got both their attention, quite thoroughly. They exchanged a look, then Zevran hurriedly began peeling out of the damp shirt while Alistair went digging for another dry one to use as a towel. Kalli laughed at their response to her suggestion; as enthusiastically as she often participated in foreplay with the pair, and as much as she enjoyed watching the two men together – and giving assistance at times – her past made her shy away from active participation a lot of the time. Though it did mean that on those occasions when she was in the mood to participate, the two men did their best to make it a very memorably pleasurable experience.
As now; once they were both stripped and dried off, they moved to flank her, drying her off as well, with much gentle exploratory touching, nuzzling, and cuddling. She moaned in approval as they licked and suckled at her breasts, Zevran stroking her hair and rubbing her belly while Alistair's hand dipped further down, between her legs, pressing and stroking there. She clutched Alistair's head with one hand, holding it to her breast, while her other hand reached out and found Zevran's erection, teasing and stroking it until he growled, and released her breast to move closer and kiss her.
Alistair slipped free from her grip and moved further down her body as well, the two coaxing her onto her back, Alistair gently shifting her legs apart, and moving to lie between them. He carefully parted her warm, nearly-hairless folds, and began licking at her, drawing a soft cry of pleasure from her, peering up her body to where she and Zevran were still kissing, Zevran massaging her breast with one hand, supporting his weight on the other, while she stroked the elf with one hand and fondled her other breast herself. He made a sound of approval, enjoying the sight of the two of them.
After a minute he lifted his head from attending to Kalli. "Get yourself ready, Zevran," he said hoarsely, then lowered his head again. Zevran nodded, and sat back on his heels, watching through half-lidded eyes as Kalli continued fondly herself, both breasts now, back arching and toes curling in enjoyment of what Alistair was doing between her legs with tongue and fingers.
A quick search of a pack produced the oily salve they carried for moments like this, and Zevran quickly greased and stretched himself, taking a little extra on his fingers before moving over to kneel beside Kalli's hip. "Ready," he said.
Alistair quickly sat up and moved to the other side of Kalli. Zevran reached out, wrapping his salve-slicked hand around Alistair's length and quickly stroking a coating of it over the man's length, leaning forward to exchange a heated kiss with the other man as he did so. Kalli whimpered, shifting restlessly at being left untouched even briefly, eyes large and dark with desire as she watched them together.
Zevran moved between her legs. When he lightly touched her thighs, she bent her legs and moved them a little further apart, opening herself invitingly for him. He entered her carefully, as always, keeping most of his weight on his own arms. She cried out and arched against him, then reached up, closing her hands on his shoulders to pull him down, seeking more physical contact. He was glad to oblige, letting more of his weight come down on her, lowering his head to kiss and nuzzle along her collarbones, down to her breasts, back up to the arch of her throat.
She gasped and moaned, then slid her hands slowly down his back, a long caressing movement, before closing her hands around his buttocks to pull him even more tightly into her, then moving her hands apart, spreading him for Alistair. Alistair didn't wait for a vocal invitation, but moved to kneel behind Zevran. He guided his tip into position and then leaned down and pushed forward, slowly entering the elf. Zevran and Kalli both cried out as the warrior slid into the assassin, the motion pressing Zevran even more firmly into Kalli. Like Zevran had, Alistair kept most of his weight supported on his own hands and knees, bridging over the two of them. He took his time, slowly pushing himself in until he was deeply seated, then held still, waiting while all three of them adjusted to their intimate connection. He lowered his head to kiss Zevran's shoulder blades.
"Ready?" the warrior asked, voice hoarse. Zevran nodded agreement, eyes shutting in enjoyment.
"Yes," Kalli croaked out urgently, her hands massaging at Zevran's buttocks then sliding up his back, holding him close.
Alistair began a slow thrusting, withdrawing and pushing in again. Zevran remained as still as he could for the first few strokes, while Alistair set the rhythm, then began to move as well, pulling back and pushing forward not quite in time with the larger man's strokes, but instead offset a little from them.
Of all the ways the three of them made love together – and they had tried many different permutations in the months since it had become a threesome and not just Kalli and himself – this had to be one of his favourites, caught between his two wardens, the wonderful feeling of Alistair thrusting in and out of him as he thrust in and out of Kalli, the directions they were moving in only briefly in congruence on each stroke. Kalli clung tightly to Zevran, hands occasionally reaching further to clutch at Alistair as well, crying out softly each time they pushed together into her. Alistair's deep panting sounded in Zevran's ear, his pace picking up as he drew closer to completion, his head pressed firmly against Zevran's back as he arched his back, thrusts becoming shorter and harder and then erratic.
Kalli came first, teeth closing on Zevran's shoulder as she muffled her outcry out of long-standing habit. The clench of teeth and tightening of her muscles around his buried length brought Zevran to completion as well, and feeling both of them go sent Alistair off as well, his hips snapping forward to bury his length in Zevran as he came, the three of them shaking and clinging to each other. They lay still for a long moment, still intimately connected, then began the tedious part of carefully untangling and cleaning each other. Not that it was entirely tedious, all three of them being much given to reassuring touches and kisses after sex, enjoying the tender closeness that it left all three of them feeling.
They had breakfast all nestled together in their shared blankets, Kalli cuddled between the two men, the three of them sharing buttered bread and bits of dried fruit and kisses with equal enjoyment.