A/N: Warning: This story will have some NSFW topics including sex, drugs and language. This story also includes M/M romance between Zevran and Anders. There is nothing too explicit with their relationship, but an early warning so you aren't surprised. Rated M.

NSFW! I REPEAT! NSFW! This chapter is full of naughty sex stuff! You've been warned... don't say I didn't tell you so!

PS: The ending of this chapter has a little something special for KatjaLaRoux. ;-)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bioware or Dragon Age. I just play here.

Chapter 4: "Closer, Faster"

Carver sat on the bed, his hands dangling between his knees. He had fallen for Garrett's tricks again. His brother had lured him to this room before locking him within and disappearing, laughing about it with that witch girlfriend of his. He had attempted to break out of the room, but without the lock-picking skill, he had failed miserably. All he could do now was sit and wait for someone to let him out.

As he waited, Carver thought back on how his brother managed to get him to this room in the first place. Garrett had explained how Shianni was hiding the good alcohol in her parents' bedroom. There was a cabinet full of expensive wines and bourbons. Carver was intrigued so following Garrett and Morrigan, he came to the room. The room where they pushed him in and locked the door. With a grumble, he picked at a string that had come loose from his shirt.

The sound of voices floated in from outside of the door. Glancing up, he listened as the lock clicked and the door swung open. A small laugh preceded the young woman who stepped in a moment later. At the sight of Carver sitting on the bed, she paused, confusion crossing her delicate features. Before she could question his presence, the door she'd walked through was pulled shut by the dwarf who had accompanied her. The locked clicked in place once more.

Forgetting Carver for the moment, Leila spun towards the door and reached for the handle. She pulled at the knob few times before giving up. She was clearly locked in here with him now.

With a sigh, the elf glanced over her shoulder at him. "What the hell is going on?"

Carver didn't want to explain. He didn't want her to know that Garrett and his friends were trying to set them up. This was apparently the only way his brother knew how. Lock them in a room together and see what happened...

"I was tricked. According to Garrett, Shianni's parents have the best vintages in a cabinet in this very room." Carver muttered, lifting a hand to smooth down some of his dark hair.

Leila rolled her eyes. "Shianni's parents don't condone drinking in their home because of her... problems."

Carver nodded. It made sense, but then again, he hadn't always been the smartest. "Garrett's an ass."

Leila laughed. "Yes well- I was told my friends were waiting for me in here. By many different people."

"Which friends?" Carver asked as the elf settled beside him on the bed.

"I was supposed to meet Izzy and Zev according to Cailan and Varric." Leila shook her head with a fleeting smile upon her lips. "I should know better than listen to any of them."

Carver stiffened at the mention of Zevran. He was aware, like everyone else in school, that the Antivan was in a serious relationship with Anders. It was clear the two men were in love, but Zevran's friendship with Leila was too hands on for Carver's liking. The elves acted as if they were in a romantic relationship when they were just friends. He had wished so many times that he was in Zev's place so he and Leila... clearing his throat, Carver allowed his gaze to meet Leila's. She had glanced at him when he hadn't responded.

"My brother thinks he's being hilarious, but in truth, it's just irritating." Carver smiled at her. It didn't fill his face, however. He wasn't feeling happy about their situation. How was he supposed to say anything slightly interesting when they were locked up together?

"I think Garrett was going to send me on a search for you." Leila admitted, turning her gaze to the floor at her feet. She was pressing the toes of her shoes into the rug that lay there. "When I ran into him downstairs, he asked if I'd seen you."

This time Carver was the one to roll his eyes. "See what I mean? Ass."

Leila giggled a bit before sighing again. She started twisting her shirt between her fingers. It was a nervous habit Carver had seen his sister partake in, but to notice Leila doing it was a whole new experience. He never thought she got anxious. She was always calm and collected.

The pair sat in silence, Leila murdering the fabric of her shirt, Carver watching her out of the corner of his eye. The quiet was strained and it bothered Carver that he made her uncomfortable. He knew why he was so damn afraid of being stuck with her. He had to control his entire body from claiming hers. She sat close enough where he could feel the heat of her skin, but she wasn't touching him. But why was she so nervous?

Carver racked his mind for something to say to break the ice. He didn't know Leila as well as he wished. Maybe he could start there-

"Carver-" Leila's voice broke through his thoughts. He glanced at her only to find that she wouldn't meet his eyes. It was disconcerting. "I want to try something. If I make you uncomfortable, in any way, please don't hesitate to stop me."

Carver tamped down his uneasiness at the request before nodding.

Leila adjusted how she was sitting on the bed so her body was facing him. She leaned in slightly, her blue eyes reflecting his fear back at him. When her soft lips met his, however, all thoughts flew from his mind. Carver didn't dare move, just in case it broke the magic of this moment. Leila's mouth opened slightly, allowing Carver entry. She smelled of strawberries and it made him want to devour her all the more.

It took a few minutes more but Leila eventually pulled away, her eyebrows coming together in uncertainty. "Why didn't you stop me?"

Carver smirked. The taste of Leila's lips were still on his tongue. "I don't want to stop."

Before Leila could process what that meant, Carver pulled her back towards him. When their mouths met this time, Leila didn't hesitate. Crawling onto her knees, she wound her arms around his neck, pulling the elastic from his hair so she could run her fingers through the silky locks. Carver gripped her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

Straddling him, Leila allowed her lips and tongue to explore his mouth. As her grip tightened in Carver's long hair, he felt his desire pulse through his body. Her chest was pressed close. Every breath she took rubbed her breasts against him and it woke something deep within him that he'd never felt before. It was primal. With a growl, Carver stood, lifting Leila's small frame with him. She gasped in surprise, her legs tightening around his waist. It set him afire.

He turned them as one being towards the bed. Then he threw her into the sheets. Leila landed with a sound of surprise coming from her mouth before glancing up at him, eyes wide. She was breathing heavily, her blond hair mussed and her lips swollen from the fierce kisses they'd exchanged. Her cheeks were flushed, but there was a sudden grin on her face.

With a come hither gesture for him, Leila's eyes glittered dangerously. Carver didn't have trouble interpreting the invitation. Stripping off his shirt, he tossed it to the ground before climbing after her. She squealed in delight when he reached where she lay. His mouth found her throat, sucking and biting as his hands worked their way under her shirt. He gently caressed the skin at her stomach before slowly trailing a line to where her bra sat. Under his touch, she shivered in anticipation. Carver wasn't sure how long he could go before he took her completely.

His fingers toyed with the front of her lacy bra. When he stroked the sensitive skin of peeking out of her bra, she hissed out breath. Lifting his head so he could meet her gaze, Carver waited as she opened her eyes slowly.

"Do you mind?" He inquired with an eyebrow raised. He brought a hand to the hem of her shirt.

She bit her lip and nodded quickly. Carver pulled the fabric over her head before disposing of it. He worked her bra off next and that followed the shirt. When her breasts were exposed to the air, his mouth found one pink nipple while his hand pinched the other between his fingers. Leila arched her body towards him, her hands running scratches down his back. The pain spurred his desire and he was barely able to control his reaction.

"Pants off. Now." He growled as he pulled his mouth away from her soft skin.

Leila obliged happily. Once she lay beneath him, bare as the day she was born, Carver's emotions nearly overwhelmed him. He'd dreamed of this moment for months and now he was getting the chance to taste her. He wasn't going to waste it. His fingers left her breasts to touch her core.

Leila moaned loudly at his gentle probing and it inspired him. Slipping a single finger inside of her opening, Carver was pleasantly surprised when the elf tossed her body upwards. Grinning, he teased her until she was gasping with need.

"Carver... I can't wait-" Leila panted.

When her blue eyes searched for his decision, Carver shook his head.

She groaned. "Why?"

Instead of using words to answer the question, Carver's head dipped between her legs. His tongue darted out and drank her in. He worked diligently and expertly, pulling words of passion from Leila that she'd never voiced before. When he decided she'd had enough, he moved to unbutton his pants. He was dropping the jeans to the floor when the lock on the door clicked. Leila froze under his touch and with his warrior's speed, Carver pulled the quilt out from under her body before draping it over her.

The door opened a second later. A man began to walk in, but as his gray eyes focused on the scene in front of him, he paused inside the opened door. Leila was hiding beneath the quilt, her nakedness covered, but Carver was bare to this man and anyone who might walk by the room.

"I- I'm sorry. I didn't realize-" The man's deep voice trailed off and a bright red blush spread across his pale cheeks.

A woman spoke up from behind him. "Nate? Why are you standing in the doorway?" A head covered with red curls peeked around the man to look into the room. When she saw Carver, her hands flew over her green eyes in embarrassment, whether it was hers or his, Carver wasn't sure.. "Oh Maker!"

"Let's get out of here, Liss." Nathaniel Howe said, pushing his girlfriend out of the room and slamming the door behind them.

Carver was going to get up to lock the door again when Leila's giggles were heard from beneath the quilt. With a grunt, he pulled the blanket away from her. She gazed up at him, her cheeks crimson and laughs erupting from her mouth without end. A wry grin crossed Carver's face before he tossed the blanket to the ground where their clothes sat.

"What- are- you- doing?" Leila managed to ask between her laughs. Her eyes were bright. Carver's expression softened, his embarrassment forgotten in his glee at being with this woman.

"I'm not going to let an interruption ruin this. No matter how awkward." Carver explained, pressing a kiss to her neck. "What do you say, my lady?"

Leila pulled in a deep breath at the touch of his lips at her throat. "I agree, ser."