Ok next chapter is here :D…and here's what everyone's been waiting for.

WARNING: M rating seriously coming into play.

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Zevran wasn't dead, he knew that, or he thought that. But he wasn't exactly sure what was going on…a pain was coming from his shoulder, blood a knife.

Neria.

He knew she was safe.

The pain was fading now, replaced by a sudden mixture of warmth and cool. Blazing pleasure suddenly seared through his body, and his teeth clenched, he hissed, not in pain but in surprise. His back lifted off the ground as the sensation brought every nerve in his system to life. Burning in a good way, he could feel two hands pressed to his chest, which was bare and heaving but as he arched up it stopped.

His eyes flew open and he sat up quickly grabbing the wrists of the hands on his body, keeping them pressed to his skin.

Before him sat Neria, staring at him wide eyed, her mask was off, her hair a bit damp and falling around her face in curls, out of the braid, though she was still in her dress. He was naked from the chest down, and she had been healing him.

Zevran stared at her quietly eyes flashing to her lips as she gently bit down on the bottom one, asking softly.

"Are you ok Zev? Did I hurt you?"

Zevran quickly shook his head, calming slightly at the sound of her voice. "No…no you didn't hurt me...but you stopped."

Zevran looked around, realizing they were in his tent back at camp.

Neria frowned slightly looking worried. "I could only heal the outer damage when we left the party, we aren't suspects, and we got you back as soon as you can, I still need to heal the internal damage…"

Zevran nodded quickly in understanding, in truth he didn't care, her magic felt amazing and he would not care if she took all night to heal him.

Neria spread her fingers out against his chest and bit her lip. "Just hold still…I don't wanna hurt you."

Zevran nodded, and her magic pulsed through him again his head fell back slightly and he laid back down slowly, Neria following the movements. All his body was relaxing, he was in the palm of her hand, whatever she wanted in that moment he would do. The power increased and he gave a small groan. Neria moved to pull away again and Zevran sat up catching both her small wrists in his hand, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap.

He pressed his face into the side of her neck and brought his lips up to her ear speaking in a low husky voice.

"You will drive me mad torturing me like this…if you stop again...I will not be held accountable for what I do."

Neria blushed a bright red and stammered out…"I was just done healing Zev…I didn't mean to."

Zevran kissed at the side of her neck, brushing her hair aside. Neria leaned her head back for him, eyes falling shut.

"I will wait if you make me Cara…but know that I am thinking of this…every moment of the day."

"Think of what?" she responded breathlessly.

"You." He whispered it right by her ear and Neria had to suppress a shudder.

Neria slowly responded, hesitantly. "Zevran…will…will you do me a favor?"

Zevran pulled back and slid her off his lap, holding back a groan though he stayed close to her. He was not sure how long he could take this, she smelt like the forest after a fresh rain.

"Anything cara, just name it."

Neria swallowed several times and turned her face towards him, she kissed him gently, and he readily responded. She reached up to cup his face and pulled back to speak softly.

"Help me…out of my dress?"

Zevran stared at her, his eyes darkening and beginning to smolder at her. That was all the permission he needed, and she knew it.

His mouth was back on hers within mere moments and she wrapped her arms around him, fingers threading through his hair. He rose up on to his knees and pulled her forward, she followed him into the same permission at his insistence. Heat was sparking between them and Neria loved it.

His tongue swept over her bottom lip gently and her mouth opened willingly, her eyes had fluttered shut and she pulled his head closer as his tongue gently stroked over hers

Neria was so preoccupied with the feeling of his mouth on hers that she hadn't even noticed how his hands slid down the back of the dress, untying it quickly and deftly. She briefly thought of how many woman he had done that for but as he loosened the dress more and let it fall so it pooled around her knee's, Neria forgot about his past partners.

After all, it didn't matter now.

Neria pulled away from this kiss briefly to stare down at the folds of her dress, his lips trailed across her throat and she tilted her head for him, hands sliding down his bare chest slowly.

Zevran was enjoying every second of his, his hands lifted her and he pushed the dress aside, setting her back down before he moved to remove the corset as well.

He pulled her lips back to his desperately and she parted for him willingly, he could feel her hesitant reactions fading as she pressed herself closer to him, he moved to lift up the corset and her arms lifted above her head to help him. He made sure to run his hands over her thighs and he grinned as he felt her stifle a groan.

When he gently threw the corset aside and turned back to her she was blushing.

Zevran hesitated at the look on her face, fear and worry hidden within her dark gaze.

He slowly moved forward and guided to her lay down on his bed roll, his tent was surprisingly clean. She went willingly and he gently, lowered his skin to hers, bracing his hands on either side of her.

"I will be careful." He said in promise. Neria still wide eyed nodded quickly.

Zevran leaned down to kiss her again and she didn't hesitate to respond, the heat of their skin was growing, he felt her hands sliding down his back.

When he felt her grow pliant and relaxed beneath him, Zevran slowly trailed his lips across her jaw, down her throat and over chest; her hands were tangled in his hair again, urging him on now. He felt her breath hitch as his mouth slid over the swell of a breast, his hand teasingly stroking over the other.

Neria kept pushing down on his head and finally giving into her insistence he took the tip into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Neria was lifting her hips up so sweetly beneath him, and after a moment of listening to her small groans he kissed a path to the other breast and gave it the same treatment. When she tugged on his hair he gave a teasing nip smirking at her sudden intake of breath. Her hands trailed down his back, he could feel the sparks as her breath went faster, trying not to actually harm him with her magic, the electricity between them was pleasing however.

She reached down and tugged at his pants in a silent plead, Zevran gave a small chuckle before sitting up and removing his pants throwing them aside with the rest of his clothes, he slid his hands up her legs towards her last article of clothing. Seeing her nervous look he leaned down and captured her lips in a soft gentle, undemanding kiss.

She spread her legs and lifted her hips letting him remove her underwear. She shivered and he quickly covered her body with his. Pulling the blankets up around them, it offered little more warmth but it was better than nothing.

She smiled up at him sweetly and he leaned down to kiss her again, deeper now, firmly.

She reached down eagerly with him and his last clothing was removed as well, he pressed her hips down and kept kissing her, his hands slid over her body with feather light touches and she was groaning into his mouth.

When he moved to lightly bite at her neck she was gripping his hips, trying to get him to give her what she wanted. Finally she gasped out.

"Zev…please."

Zevran smirked at the sound of her voice, bringing his lips to her ear and sliding them up the sensitive tip, he gave a rumbling chuckle that made her close her eyes in pleasure. "Please what Cara." Fighting the urge to just take her, hard fast, not gentle and slow like this.

He lowered his head back down to her collar bone, moving back to her breast. "I told you I would do whatever you ask."

Neria gave a groan of frustration and he felt a slight pull of power, eyes widening as he was suddenly flipped beneath her.

"I said...please." Neria's eyes were wide and dark with desire, watching him as his hands slid to her hips, one sliding higher and he pulled her down into a deep firm kiss, her tongue pressed to his just as he angled hips and pushed up into her quickly.

She bit into his lower lip and he froze, letting her adjust before she slowly rolled her hips with a groan.

Taking that as encouragement Zevran sat up, arms wrapping around her as she tugged him back to her lips, he helped her moved up and down over him, fighting to go slow with her, to not hurt her, but maker she was wet, and tight.

She pulled away from the kiss and groaned by his ear. "Stop going easy on me." Her nails lightly trailed down his back. "Please?" her voice was teasing.

Zevran lost it. He turned and pushed her down roughly against the bedroll, following her down he captured her lips with a growl and moved faster, her gripped one of her legs and lifted it around his waist while thrusting in and out of her, her hips raising to meet his movements with a desperate moan.

Watching her face as she gasped his name in surprise and pulled at his hair, Urged on by her voice chanting his name Zevran kept going faster, striking her deep, her back arching he held her on the edge slowing down whenever she got close with a grin. While struggling with his own upcoming climax…

Neria gripped the sheets before finally yelling out loudly.

"Maker damn it Zevran, Please!"

Zevran was fairly sure the whole camp heard her now and smirked. "As you wish Cara." Before pulling her hips up while snapping his hips forward sharply, burying himself deep inside her with a grunt.

He watched her face as her lips parted in shock, held so close, he lowered her pressing their bodies together, moving once, twice, three times before she cried out, tightening around him Zevran bit lightly into her neck and kept moving slowly, he soon followed her over the edge, loving the way her chest rose and fell with a light sheen of sweat covering it.

Her hair a wild mass of curls, eyes dark with satisfaction, chest heaving, Maker she was beautiful. It had not lasted as long as he had wanted, and maker he was ready for more, but this was a big step for her, so he did not dare demand it of her. There would be time later to truly show her his skills.

Neria looked at him with tired eyes and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Zevran pulled out of her and rolled to the side, tucking her head down by his shoulder.

She kissed his neck, trailing her fingers over his chest, slowly, as if memorizing every detail. She looked up at him and bit her lip.

"Will you stay?" her voice was husky, and she was tired, but he saw the relief, the weight had been lifted, at least for the moment, off her shoulders.

Zevran stared at her and leaned his forehead against hers brushing her hair back. "For you, I

Will."

She smiled at him tiredly, that sweet smile he went out of his way to see.

She kissed him softly once before sliding closer to him, their skin pressing together felt amazing, but Zevran would not push her for more tonight.

Soon she was asleep, and Zevran's mind was in a tangle.

For just a moment…he had forgotten Rinna. Just one moment. But he looked so confused, staring down at the beautiful woman next to him; he wondered what spell this mage had casted over him.

Sex he knew and he knew it well.

But feelings…he didn't

They were opposites, complete opposites. She hated killing, was so innocent and sweet.

He was an assassin.

He did not deserve her.

"What are you getting into Zevran…" he muttered to himself, before burying his face into her hair, inhaling the scent as he followed her into the fade.

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Please read and review and be gentle *hides face* first time writing things like this. And I am blussssshing.

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