Whatever I do or try to continue sleeping or how deep I bury myself into the crook of Fenris arm, it doesn t help the sun is greeting me beaming and brightly. My elf breaths evenly and yet again I have the chance to feast on this look, these Lyrium veins. As well as the soft and filigree muscles that delineate underneath his beautiful dark skin. Just Wow. As another arm wraps around my hip and pushes me against his body, I am wide awake as I realize who or what is pressing against my butt.
Buongiorno! Mia bella. Purrs Zevran with his dark voice on my nape, which sends a shiver down my spine, alright so this wasn t a dream. A flashback of all the things that had happened last night springs right in front my inner eye. All these emotions and feelings were so overwhelming. While I m thinking about the last night those soft lips of Zev s begin to caress my back with abandon.
You're not serious, are you? I ask myself while I sit up and glance at him with my questioning look. Like that damn Duracell rabbit I have to smirk at how cute the assassin would look in a bunny costume. As my view runs the room I first notice that Isabela is gone. What the hell, is she crazy to leave me alone? Alright there totally were some situations last night I simply wanted to launch her into outer space but after all this was an awesome experience I don t want to miss. And the best thing is that the absinth doesn t leave you with a hangover Morning, Zev. I reply as morning grouchy as I can so he knows once and forever that I m not the one who s taking care of his morning glory. No matter how good he looks in daylight. A soft grunt beside me tells me that my elven warrior had just awoken. Si, but always remember I would love to serve you again, anytime. With this saying his eyes run not only over mine but over Fenris body too and a warm feeling goes straight to my guts.
My elf stretches, yawns and sits up on the bed. His glance remains on Zevran, who runs across the room to search for his clothes, but to be honest it looks more like he is looking for water with a dowsing rod I really don t have a clue how he managed it to put all of him in these tight leather pants but he made it and then leaves the room with a theatrical Ciao! on his lips.
The door closes and we are sitting on the bed looking at each other. Damn it what should I say? Should I say anything at all? Or should I just wait what will come?
He doesn t disappoint me, a cold shiver all over my body so I quickly take the sheet to cover myself. Judgement Day!
His emerald green eyes glisten dangerously and I almost drop my sight because I can t take it any longer. Harshly he puts his and on my chin, pulls my head softly to his direction then his warm lips kiss mine. Phew! Not the red-card like fears, no a passionate kiss full of desire and love.
Thank you for this experience. He whispers in my ear after our lips parted. And if I didn't know better, I'd say that the rumble, coming from the outside perhaps a passing by carriage could have been an enormous rock falling from my heart.
We dress, and then leave the room for hopefully a big breakfast.
Legolas rushes up to me and prods his enormous head between my legs, still don t know why dogs like to do that? After he is sure that is me he turns his head to frown reproachfully at Zevran, which stands right behind Isabela, who is sitting at the table, then my dog glances at Fenris. Hello! Never let it be said that Mabari are stupid animals. Isabela jumps up, waves us to the big wooden table full with delicious food. Oh, well Varric is lying there as well, with his head on the plate while he massages his temples and I hear some odd grunting sounds coming out of his mouth. I think it means Isabela keep it down! or something like this.
Dwarves and hard-drinking, don't make me laugh! Good, the best think is that he didn t get Legolas accusing look. Phew. Will save pains, I just hope that pirate shuts her mouth as we reach the table I see that her little Adventure Book lies in front of her and she is writing something in it while Zevran smirks as he reads what she notes. Grazie, bella he purrs and takes the seat across from her. The tavern is almost empty on this morning which I don t mind. As I sit down next to Varric, I motherly caress his head and I get a hum in return. The breakfast is delicious and as the first bite went through my gullet I feel how hungry I was after THAT night. We don t talk much, but the sneaking looks speak volumes. Still this electric tenseness it there and always without wanting it those scenes form last night flash back to my inner eye.
Zevran proposes doing a bit of sightseeing in his town, think that could be interesting because I m sure he won t do the normal touristic stuff. We agree to do it but Varric decides to crawl to his room to die . Again I stroke his head and look at him in pity. After we are freshly washed, we leave the Merry Maid and walk through Antiva City. Zevran tells us a lot of interesting stuff about the city, shows us the brothel he grew up in, a big pompous building, the windows are covered from the inside with heavy red velvet, then he leads us to the tavern he performed his first contract kill for the crows. That is what I call a VIP tour at its best; some stars can cut a slice off that. In the afternoon he leads us to a small alley, which runs through very old and beautiful buildings. At its end we find a hidden square which develops as a marketplace. But on this market you can acquire a lot of stuff you can t find somewhere else. Prostitutes clothing, special massage oils, sex toys made of wood or metal, magic weapons and intoxicating herbs. Not that I ever doubted it, hell yes, Zevran knows where the party s going down. Most of the sellers know him and seem to be happy to trade with him and good Lordy he knows how to get a discount. As I see a Blade of Mercy on the table of the stall that sells special weapons I try to get a good price and well it seems that the seller, a young boy, doesn t have a clue how precious this sword is. So I purchase it dead cheap, while I see that Isabela is distracting Fenris by showing him some of the herbs. Good that women understand each other without talking.
Zevran and I are walking to the next stall, which offers some very bizarre sex toys, or are these torture instruments? Mostly made out of metal or even wood, some are so big that my under section contracts with pain. He looks at some smaller items perhaps anal plugs or something similar. For that short moment I get some input back at my old life, I had fun with my girlfriends at a sex shop in town once. Cute grubs, moles, dolphins or small bunnies made out of soft silicon in neon pink, green or blue packed so nicely that it s a shame to use it for its designated use. I wince as I feel some cold metal on my cheek. Alright Antiva, special market and Zevran I try to focus my eyes upon the plum-sized, silver thing in his hand as well as that sassy smirk on his face.
Zev, what is it? I ask but I'm afraid that I already know only wanna hear it out of his mouth.
That, Cara mia, is a present for you or should I say for Fenris? His glance is yet again on the back of the other elf he breathes in deeply and delightfully as his eyes lie on Fenris ass.
I poke his rips and he looks at me again, then he comes close and whispers smoothly and explanatory into my ear.
Insert this bullet as often as you can and I promise you that you won t lose your really enjoyable firmness, Bellezza. Then he kisses my ear, which leads an erotic shiver right to my clit as if he was touching it directly. I outbreath harshly and try to come down again. His hand glides along my side then the puts the present in my small leather bag that is on my belt.
Isabela winks at me; of course she did get the entire scene and did everything to distract Fenris as she presents him some very hot lingerie by holding the pieces of lingerie in front of her sparsely dressed upper body. And he obviously enjoys that view, he nods barely visible, bingo he likes that thing she shows him.
Slowly Zev and I approach the two of them well let s see what my cutie likes because that expression in the open public was a heavy one for him.
Like I suspected it is a touch of nothing, red and see-through a soft top made of the finest material, not a corset or super sexy flimsies no a boringly normal top.
Alas I love this man. Without one moment of hesitation I pull him down to me and kiss him lustfully and with all my love, then I whisper tenderly in his ear: If you want to, I will wear this for you tonight, just this. He growls nearly soundlessly dabs a kiss on that sensible spots on my neck and shoulder and moans:
Festis bei umo canavarum. Which makes my legs turn to jelly, but he holds me and I press myself closely to his body. Slowly, very slowly the feeling in my legs comes back and at least I can stand without help. But my heart still runs like a crazed mustang. Oh, Lordy how can he say something like that without warning? I m still that tiny little fangirl .
While I m still on cloud number nine I can see out of the corner of my eyes something white speeds up to Zevran.
Then everything happens awfully fast.
Just like snap! Zevran receives a resounding slap from a little black-haired man which is plant himself in front of the assassin.
Francesco! Who I at least think was looking for some women dresses; I hope and pray that they are for his temple of enjoyment. He stands there and makes a bit of a scene.
Crudele*, Zevran, you never send a message, after our night together, and that is why? *mean His hands fly wildly gesticulating through the air and I step back some paces to enjoy the whole drama. Even Fenris and Isabela come beside me and the pirate chuckles in happiness, Fenris examines the other guy with suspicion, but he still seems to be amused.
Francesco wears tight white pants with a matching white vest, which is a wonderful contrast to this chocolate milk dark complexion, but his eyes glow angrily at Zevran. Who now lifts his arms apologetically and purrs.
Francesco, mio bello, I m so sorry, but you know, business gives you not enough time for all the things you wanna do. While saying this he leers on the body of the other man, and licks alluringly over his lips. Hello! Is this his trick? And again he manages it, it really works. The dark haired god smiles, now relaxed, glorifying and totally love-struck just like a little schoolgirl.
And there it is again, I hear that song by ABBA in my mind .
Then Zevran leans towards Francesco, whispers something in his ear, which I unfortunately do not understand, but his smile gets bigger than it already was before. They bow civilized and the very next moment they disappear around the next corner, leaving us dumbstruck there.
I tear open my eyes as my very own head cinema begins to show a very adult movie without wanting it, but the scornful snorting of my elven warrior lets me get back normal and clean thoughts again.
Alright then, my sweeties, that was Zevran, I don t think that we will see him again in this holiday. The pirate strokes through her raven black silky hair which she wears open, then we look for those dresses and yes, both of us find something fitting .
Buongiorno! Mia bella. Purrs Zevran with his dark voice on my nape, which sends a shiver down my spine, alright so this wasn t a dream. A flashback of all the things that had happened last night springs right in front my inner eye. All these emotions and feelings were so overwhelming. While I m thinking about the last night those soft lips of Zev s begin to caress my back with abandon.
You're not serious, are you? I ask myself while I sit up and glance at him with my questioning look. Like that damn Duracell rabbit I have to smirk at how cute the assassin would look in a bunny costume. As my view runs the room I first notice that Isabela is gone. What the hell, is she crazy to leave me alone? Alright there totally were some situations last night I simply wanted to launch her into outer space but after all this was an awesome experience I don t want to miss. And the best thing is that the absinth doesn t leave you with a hangover Morning, Zev. I reply as morning grouchy as I can so he knows once and forever that I m not the one who s taking care of his morning glory. No matter how good he looks in daylight. A soft grunt beside me tells me that my elven warrior had just awoken. Si, but always remember I would love to serve you again, anytime. With this saying his eyes run not only over mine but over Fenris body too and a warm feeling goes straight to my guts.
My elf stretches, yawns and sits up on the bed. His glance remains on Zevran, who runs across the room to search for his clothes, but to be honest it looks more like he is looking for water with a dowsing rod I really don t have a clue how he managed it to put all of him in these tight leather pants but he made it and then leaves the room with a theatrical Ciao! on his lips.
The door closes and we are sitting on the bed looking at each other. Damn it what should I say? Should I say anything at all? Or should I just wait what will come?
He doesn t disappoint me, a cold shiver all over my body so I quickly take the sheet to cover myself. Judgement Day!
His emerald green eyes glisten dangerously and I almost drop my sight because I can t take it any longer. Harshly he puts his and on my chin, pulls my head softly to his direction then his warm lips kiss mine. Phew! Not the red-card like fears, no a passionate kiss full of desire and love.
Thank you for this experience. He whispers in my ear after our lips parted. And if I didn't know better, I'd say that the rumble, coming from the outside perhaps a passing by carriage could have been an enormous rock falling from my heart.
We dress, and then leave the room for hopefully a big breakfast.
Legolas rushes up to me and prods his enormous head between my legs, still don t know why dogs like to do that? After he is sure that is me he turns his head to frown reproachfully at Zevran, which stands right behind Isabela, who is sitting at the table, then my dog glances at Fenris. Hello! Never let it be said that Mabari are stupid animals. Isabela jumps up, waves us to the big wooden table full with delicious food. Oh, well Varric is lying there as well, with his head on the plate while he massages his temples and I hear some odd grunting sounds coming out of his mouth. I think it means Isabela keep it down! or something like this.
Dwarves and hard-drinking, don't make me laugh! Good, the best think is that he didn t get Legolas accusing look. Phew. Will save pains, I just hope that pirate shuts her mouth as we reach the table I see that her little Adventure Book lies in front of her and she is writing something in it while Zevran smirks as he reads what she notes. Grazie, bella he purrs and takes the seat across from her. The tavern is almost empty on this morning which I don t mind. As I sit down next to Varric, I motherly caress his head and I get a hum in return. The breakfast is delicious and as the first bite went through my gullet I feel how hungry I was after THAT night. We don t talk much, but the sneaking looks speak volumes. Still this electric tenseness it there and always without wanting it those scenes form last night flash back to my inner eye.
Zevran proposes doing a bit of sightseeing in his town, think that could be interesting because I m sure he won t do the normal touristic stuff. We agree to do it but Varric decides to crawl to his room to die . Again I stroke his head and look at him in pity. After we are freshly washed, we leave the Merry Maid and walk through Antiva City. Zevran tells us a lot of interesting stuff about the city, shows us the brothel he grew up in, a big pompous building, the windows are covered from the inside with heavy red velvet, then he leads us to the tavern he performed his first contract kill for the crows. That is what I call a VIP tour at its best; some stars can cut a slice off that. In the afternoon he leads us to a small alley, which runs through very old and beautiful buildings. At its end we find a hidden square which develops as a marketplace. But on this market you can acquire a lot of stuff you can t find somewhere else. Prostitutes clothing, special massage oils, sex toys made of wood or metal, magic weapons and intoxicating herbs. Not that I ever doubted it, hell yes, Zevran knows where the party s going down. Most of the sellers know him and seem to be happy to trade with him and good Lordy he knows how to get a discount. As I see a Blade of Mercy on the table of the stall that sells special weapons I try to get a good price and well it seems that the seller, a young boy, doesn t have a clue how precious this sword is. So I purchase it dead cheap, while I see that Isabela is distracting Fenris by showing him some of the herbs. Good that women understand each other without talking.
Zevran and I are walking to the next stall, which offers some very bizarre sex toys, or are these torture instruments? Mostly made out of metal or even wood, some are so big that my under section contracts with pain. He looks at some smaller items perhaps anal plugs or something similar. For that short moment I get some input back at my old life, I had fun with my girlfriends at a sex shop in town once. Cute grubs, moles, dolphins or small bunnies made out of soft silicon in neon pink, green or blue packed so nicely that it s a shame to use it for its designated use. I wince as I feel some cold metal on my cheek. Alright Antiva, special market and Zevran I try to focus my eyes upon the plum-sized, silver thing in his hand as well as that sassy smirk on his face.
Zev, what is it? I ask but I'm afraid that I already know only wanna hear it out of his mouth.
That, Cara mia, is a present for you or should I say for Fenris? His glance is yet again on the back of the other elf he breathes in deeply and delightfully as his eyes lie on Fenris ass.
I poke his rips and he looks at me again, then he comes close and whispers smoothly and explanatory into my ear.
Insert this bullet as often as you can and I promise you that you won t lose your really enjoyable firmness, Bellezza. Then he kisses my ear, which leads an erotic shiver right to my clit as if he was touching it directly. I outbreath harshly and try to come down again. His hand glides along my side then the puts the present in my small leather bag that is on my belt.
Isabela winks at me; of course she did get the entire scene and did everything to distract Fenris as she presents him some very hot lingerie by holding the pieces of lingerie in front of her sparsely dressed upper body. And he obviously enjoys that view, he nods barely visible, bingo he likes that thing she shows him.
Slowly Zev and I approach the two of them well let s see what my cutie likes because that expression in the open public was a heavy one for him.
Like I suspected it is a touch of nothing, red and see-through a soft top made of the finest material, not a corset or super sexy flimsies no a boringly normal top.
Alas I love this man. Without one moment of hesitation I pull him down to me and kiss him lustfully and with all my love, then I whisper tenderly in his ear: If you want to, I will wear this for you tonight, just this. He growls nearly soundlessly dabs a kiss on that sensible spots on my neck and shoulder and moans:
Festis bei umo canavarum. Which makes my legs turn to jelly, but he holds me and I press myself closely to his body. Slowly, very slowly the feeling in my legs comes back and at least I can stand without help. But my heart still runs like a crazed mustang. Oh, Lordy how can he say something like that without warning? I m still that tiny little fangirl .
While I m still on cloud number nine I can see out of the corner of my eyes something white speeds up to Zevran.
Then everything happens awfully fast.
Just like snap! Zevran receives a resounding slap from a little black-haired man which is plant himself in front of the assassin.
Francesco! Who I at least think was looking for some women dresses; I hope and pray that they are for his temple of enjoyment. He stands there and makes a bit of a scene.
Crudele*, Zevran, you never send a message, after our night together, and that is why? *mean His hands fly wildly gesticulating through the air and I step back some paces to enjoy the whole drama. Even Fenris and Isabela come beside me and the pirate chuckles in happiness, Fenris examines the other guy with suspicion, but he still seems to be amused.
Francesco wears tight white pants with a matching white vest, which is a wonderful contrast to this chocolate milk dark complexion, but his eyes glow angrily at Zevran. Who now lifts his arms apologetically and purrs.
Francesco, mio bello, I m so sorry, but you know, business gives you not enough time for all the things you wanna do. While saying this he leers on the body of the other man, and licks alluringly over his lips. Hello! Is this his trick? And again he manages it, it really works. The dark haired god smiles, now relaxed, glorifying and totally love-struck just like a little schoolgirl.
And there it is again, I hear that song by ABBA in my mind .
Then Zevran leans towards Francesco, whispers something in his ear, which I unfortunately do not understand, but his smile gets bigger than it already was before. They bow civilized and the very next moment they disappear around the next corner, leaving us dumbstruck there.
I tear open my eyes as my very own head cinema begins to show a very adult movie without wanting it, but the scornful snorting of my elven warrior lets me get back normal and clean thoughts again.
Alright then, my sweeties, that was Zevran, I don t think that we will see him again in this holiday. The pirate strokes through her raven black silky hair which she wears open, then we look for those dresses and yes, both of us find something fitting .