Makeover

Zevran squirmed and protested.

"Stop wiggling!" Wisteria ordered him. "Lets just see how it looks. You don't have to keep it if you don't like it."

She unwound his precious braids and slicked his hair back, into a pony tail. A tendril escaped from the front and dangled roguishly.

She inhaled sharply. "Ooooh, I like that."

Next she got out his razor and began to hone it on the strop. She smiled at him wickedly.

"Do you trust me, Zevran?"

She poured some water into a wash basin.

Zevran's forehead crinkled with worry. "Yes..." he replied tentatively.

She used a washcloth to wet his stubble and applied a generous amount of soap. Then she sat on his lap, facing him.

"Hold very still, I've never actually done this before. But I've watched you do it." She warned him.

Zevran became very, very still. Her hands were steady and her touch was gentle. There was something unspeakably erotic about how she straddled his legs and held his face between her strong fingers, wielding what could be a deadly weapon in her hands.

She gently scrapped away his whiskers, strategically leaving a little patch under his bottom lip unshaven. She took the wash cloth and washed away the soap and dried his face.

She leaned back and took in her work and took a deep breath. He looked a little more dangerous, roguish, it really brought out his chiseled features. The pony tail reminded her of Duncan a little. It made her unbelievably randy. She examined her work a moment, then slowly leaned forward and kissed him, working her way to his ear with her tongue. He smelled deliciously of the citronella soap she had used. She was intending to ravish him, first with her eyes, then with her deeds. But the knock on the door quickly dashed her plans.

Wisteria groaned unhappily at the interruption. "Go look at yourself in the mirror. I like it, but you decide."

She got up from his lap and opened the sitting room door.

"Hi Fergus," she embraced her brother warmly.

Fergus pulled her close and whispered. "We need to go somewhere private and chat."

Wisteria looked puzzled and nodded.

"Lets go for a ride, Sis." He suggested.

Wisteria let her eyes shift over to Zevran with a question in them about including him.

Fergus shook his head.

"Can I have 30 minutes to get ready?" she asked.

Fergus nodded. "Come by my room when you're ready."

She shut the door behind him and went over to Zevran.

He stood in front of the mirror looking at his new look.

Wisteria, stood behind him and slipped her hands under his shirt. "Do you like it?" She asked.

"It's not bad although I look a little like your mage friend."

Wisteria nibbled on his ear and watched his face in the mirror.

"No, not really. You're much better looking." She peeled his shirt off.

"I like the effect it is having on you."

Her hands dropped to his trousers and she unlaced them and stroked him. Then she pulled off her own clothes. "I have twenty minutes to get to know this interesting looking new man." She lead him back to the chair where she had groomed him.


Fergus took in his sister's face when he opened the door. He smiled at her. "Beard burn?" he rubbed his hand over her cheek where it looked red.

Wisteria blushed and laughed. "Yeah, ummmm, thanks for waiting."

"What would our mother say?" Fergus wondered out loud.

Wisteria shrugged. "I think they just wanted us happy."

They trudged off to the stables and found their favorite mounts. They mounted up and rode out of Denerim, into the surrounding area. When they were sure they were alone he stopped her.

"I had to talk to you, Sis." Fergus looked worried and that worried Wisteria.

"What happened?"

"Anora has... proposed to me." Fergus watched his sister.

Her eyes flew open wide with disbelief. "PROPOSED!" She shouted.

"Sush, Wisteria. We don't need to announce this." Fergus looked around for anyone listening.

"You can't be serious! She's a snake. She's a spider, they eat their mates!" Wisteria's mount sensed her heightened emotions and it stamped nervously.

"Well she did. She had the terms worked out and everything. Apparently marrying into our family would increase her popularity." Fergus shrugged. "Eamon thinks it would be a good idea. Maybe I can neutralize her plans for vengeance on those who opposed her at the Landsmeet."

Wisteria made a grimace. "Do you want to marry her?"

Fergus shook his head. "No, I can't imagine bedding her. My manly parts want to hide in my body cavity when I consider it."

"Then you have to turn her down."

"It's not that easy, Sis. Ferelden needs a heir to the throne, so does Highever. If I can mellow Anora and divert her from whatever she might be planning against you and Eamon, and the others, then I could do that. If she had kids maybe she would think more about the future than the past."

"Do you think you could melt that block of ice, Ferg?" She tried to imagine her brother successfully winning Anora's love and couldn't quite succeed.

He shrugged, "I don't know. What do you think?"

Wisteria thought for a moment. "Perhaps with help... err, not that you don't have charms any woman would be overwhelmed by, sweet Fergus, but this is Anora we're talking about."

"What do you mean with help?"

"Have I ever told you how clever the Dalish are with herbs?" Wisteria suppressed a giggle, no need to tell him about her own experience with Dalish aphrodisiacs, but she was relatively certain they could even work on the iciest wench.

"So what do you think, Wy?"

"It isn't for me to decide, however if you do decide to go for it, I can help ensure that you two find some compatibility in the bedroom."

"Is this some trick from your Master Assassin?" He asked dubiously.

"No actually, this is a bit of knowledge I acquired from a Dalish woman in Amaranthine. I experienced first hand what it does. Erases inhibitions, among other things. A sort of social lubricant, if you will."

Fergus looked dubiously at his sister, "Is this what you and Zevran use?"

Wisteria frowned. "No, I assure we have no need. I'll have to acquire some of this herbal stuff if you decide to..." Wisteria resolved to be nice, Fergus had a difficult decision to make and she wasn't going to make it harder, "wed her".

Wisteria smiled at her brother. "I think you'd make a great King. Much better than Alistair really." She kissed him fondly on the cheek. "The more I think about this, the better I like it really."

Fergus looked at her puzzled, "I didn't expect that response from you."

She nodded, "It surprises me too. But perhaps Anora has more forgiveness in her heart than we ever credited her with. Not that I'm ready to trust her yet. But I suspect she will soften."

Wisteria more than suspected. She knew first hand the wonders of the Dalish pharmacy.