AN: This chapter is a bit more... sexual than my previous ones that I have written.
"'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall."
Shakespeare
Dream:
"...""
Yes she saw it and she couldn't help but continue to stare as long as she did, and he wasn't paying attention oddly enough. She found it fascinating how is his muscles rippled along his body making his chest and butt hard, butt how something like that could be slim and at the same time so attractive. His odd skin color contrasted with his blond hair. The wet dripping picture of his torso caused her heart to feel fluttery. He had an amazing body, even his dripping manhood was something to look at. Even though he had quite the chest she couldn't help but wondering what his eyes looked like beneath those eyelids, underneath water shower, how they would look in this scene.
Mahariel was accidently peeping on her savior who was being showered by the small water fall he was under. He was washing his hair and she couldn't help but stare. That's not to say she didn't feel odd about doing so.
Her cheeks flushed when he noticed her looking at her with raised eyebrows. She blinked and realized she was standing near the water fall. Her face was hot, she felt uncomfortable. "Hum I was just..." She didn't know what to say.
"See something you want but you can't have?" She frowned when Zevran said that. He was probably right.
A leaf danced and twirled in the wind before slowly making it onto Mahariel's nose bridge. This caused her dark eyes to stare inward into it after they opened. After noticing it was not a finger nor anything dangerous that touched her nose and only a leaf her eyes darted to side to side of her. And then she noticed the sleeping bag besides her was empty. She wondered where Zevran was.
She was lying in a pile of crispy yellow and red leaves. Some of the high trees above her were bare, the intense sunlight among two of them were shining into her eyes. She covered them with her arm and sat up. She dropped her arm and looked at the chestnut blanket covering her lap thoughtfully.
"Hum." She pondered about her arms as she shook them besides her and then dropped them.
"I do not feel as weak as yesterday." She looked at her stomach, the spot beneath her chest at the white wrappings crusted with red blood under her Dalish chest plate. "This hurts though." She noted in her head. "I suppose its keeping me alive."
She sighed. "I suppose I should be grateful I am alive. The Creators have given me life after all, and being saved by Zevran seemed to be my fate. They seem to deem my life precious for some reason, some cause I have yet to do. I should be grateful to be alive... but yet-"
Her thoughts were interrupted. When Zevran suddenly dropped down besides her, his arm swiftly pounded against her chest causing her to fall. She groaned loudly in pain and glared at into his close unsympathetic eyes. He was lying on his chest.
"You know." He said. "It would be hard to escape with that leg of yours paralyzed."
"So I am not allowed to think." She grumbled. "Wonderful."
He smiled a little. "Oh. Sarcasm?" He chuckled. "I wondered when I would ever hear that from you. Unfortunately it doesn't sound as sexy as I thought it would."
Her cheeks lightly flushed because of where his hand was, beneath her bosom. He raised his eyebrows, he did not seem notice how he offended her. She silently tried to get up.
"Still trying to escape?" He wondered seriously.
She sighed, her head falling down and looked away from him. "No." She hissed.
He raised his eyebrows. "Then where are you going?"
"To get myself some food obviously."
"Ah. Food? That is what you want. I already got some of that."
She looked into his amused eyes. "Then let me up." She suggested.
Mahariel was hungry, just woke up and tired. She was not in the mood for his confusing behavior. She guessed he was being funny again.
"Hum." She muttered after she noticed. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He was swift when he turned her weak body around and hugged her tightly to him. Before she protested he pressed his forehead against hers.
"Ah, what a lovely heat, your face is scorching like the sun. Your discomfort is so cute." He seductively muttered. "You know... All things considered, since I saved you and are keeping you alive do not I get to request...?"
Mahariel left him clenching his teeth after she banged her forehead forcefully against his. He groaned and rolled away.
She noticed her wobbling standing one leg, she had forgot about the other bandaged one. She tried to hop forward but was stopped by Zevran's hand snatching hers.
"Where are you off too?" He distracted her with his feigned wounded voice when she looked backward he pulled her swiftly down.
Her back fell onto his bare chest. When she tried to weakly get up he held her stomach, when his arms held that painful wound above her chest this made her reluctant to move. She groaned.
"Where are you off to?" Zevran whispered into her ear.
"I was off to get something to eat. But you seem reluctant to let me move."
"Indeed. You are obviously too weak too."
"Let me go."
"But that would not be any fun."
"I just want to eat."
"Yes and I just want you not to get up."
Her eyes turned backward to his, they were mutually questioning one another. "Why?" She wondered.
"Why indeed."
"..."
"You almost died that night Warden. Capable or not, loosing that much blood makes you weak."
"Weak in personality or my apparent lack in fighting skill?"
"No, but you are weak right at the moment and vulnerable."
Mahariel raised her eyebrows when his expression turned longing. "...?"
"Like for example I could kiss you right now and you would not be able to do anything." He noted. His face neared hers and she moved hers backward. He frowned. "But I won't."
"Why won't you?"
"Why do not you want me to?"
"Hum... I..."
When he dropped his hands to his sides something of a physical invitation or an indication that he was going to let her up or roll over off him. He was surprised when she did. not
"You are free to go fetch yourself something to eat you know." He curiously about a minute.
His eyebrows raise when she rolled her stomach to his chest, pulling the blanket on her onto both of them. She closed her eyes and gently laid her head besides his. She hugged his neck.
"Hum?" He wondered. "No resistance?"
"Just hold me."
"Aw. That is all I get to do? Pity." Despite his words he seemed somewhat pleased.
After a while he watched her sleeping face, her arms seemed to cling around his neck possessively. When he tried to adjust his neck she did not let go. He smiled.
He was tempted to pressure this somewhat comfortable position they were farther but for once did not give into that temptation.
"I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it"
Mae West
AN: I think the next chapter will be about a flashback maybe.
