Hey, guys!
I am moving all my 'Thank You's' to the bottom of the chapter from now on!
Everyone has been so amazing and I want to make sure I don't take up too much space at the beginning of each chapter, but I want to give the thanks that you all deserve!
For those Zevran lovers, this chapter is for you!
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Duncan and Leliana had only been travelling for a few hours when they became aware that they were not alone. "Who do you think they are?" Leliana asked quietly, not wishing to let their followers know they had been spotted.
"Well, there are several options; none of which please me," Duncan replied. "The Wardens are wanted by Loghain, so if someone did recognize me in Denerim, they could be attempting to collect the bounty. The second option is bandits who witnessed our rather extravagant 'shopping spree'," he said and stared pointedly at Leliana, "and wish to procure a new pair of satin slippers."
"Very funny, Duncan," she said and stuck her tongue out at him. "Let me assure you, when you see Zeva in those new satin shoes, and the exquisite gown that goes with them, you will thank me for convincing you to purchase them. As I seem to recall, Zeva has many stunning 'attributes' and that dress should accentuate each one."
Duncan couldn't help but imagine Zeva in the stunning sapphire dress Leliana had chosen, and his need to make it to Redcliffe as quickly as possible grew a hundred-fold. However, there was still the matter of their unwanted company. "You said several possibilities, Duncan?" Leliana asked, bringing him out of his daydream. "I am assuming the third involves Rendon Howe."
Nodding slowly, Duncan felt a familiar rage flow through him. "Yes, and that is the option I am leaning toward," he said calmly. "I was thinking back to our first night in Denerim, when we spoke about Zeva outside of the Gnawed Noble Tavern. We didn't see anyone around, but there is every possibility that we were overheard. If that is indeed the case, it would make sense that Howe would want his men to follow us, knowing we would lead them straight to her."
"Well, then we will have to make sure they never make it to Redcliffe, won't we?" she said and began slowly scanning ahead of them, looking for the best place to lay a trap for their stalkers.
"I suggest we use those mountains up ahead to double back behind them," Duncan said, nodding toward an area roughly fifty yards ahead of them. "There appears to be a blind turn shortly into it. I will continue ahead with Nihlus and you can head up the slope. You are far better with a bow than I am. Once you attack them from behind and draw their attention, Nihlus and I will head back to flank them."
Leliana nodded and the trio continued forward, quickening their pace to put a greater distance between them and their pursuers.
o~~~~~~~~o
"We are heading over to the Spoiled Princess for the night, Wynne," Zeva told the mage as they stood outside the Tower, near the boat that would take them away from the Circle. "Are you sure you want to stay here until morning? We can certainly get you a room, as well."
Wynne smiled gently at the Warden. "I think it would be best if I remained here for the night," she said quickly. "Irving is still quite shaken, and I would like to make sure he gets rest, especially if he will be travelling to Redcliffe."
"Of course," Zeva said, unsuccessfully hiding the mischievous grin on her face. "Please give the First Enchanter our heartfelt thanks for agreeing to aid us."
As the boat pulled away from the dock, Zevran leaned close to Zeva and said, "So, it would seem those stories of late night lovemaking sessions at the top of the Tower aren't so incorrect after all, my beautiful Warden. Maybe we should have stayed and enjoyed the view, hmm?"
Zeva shook her head, elbowing him in the ribs. "Does your oversexed brain never stop, Arainai?" she asked, sighing heavily.
Leaning in closer, he gently pulled her earlobe between his teeth, sending shivers through her entire body. "Not when I am so close to you, my Zeva," he said lustily.
"Of course!" she replied sardonically, "how could you resist me? I am so very beautiful with abomination blood all over me."
Turning her to face him, Zevran moved until his lips were almost touching hers. "Never doubt how exquisite you are, Zeva, in any situation," he said, his voice suddenly serious. "If you should ever begin to doubt that, I will make sure to remind you. This I swear." With the lightest of kisses on her lips, he turned away, gazing over the water, leaving Zeva speechless.
o~~~~~~~~o
Zevran stepped through the front door of the Spoiled Princess, his gaze falling on Zeva, who had returned outside after her bath and was staring across the Lake at the Circle Tower. "You seem particularly fond of this spot, my dear," Zevran said as he sat down next to her. "Having trouble sleeping again? Perhaps I could help you to relax?" he purred, running his fingers through her hair.
Turning toward him, Zeva gazed steadily into his eyes. "Zevran, I want to talk about what happened in the Tower," she said softly.
Pulling back from her, Zevran looked over the water. "There isn't really anything to talk about," he replied. "You said it yourself. Everything that happened while under the control of the Sloth Demon was a dream."
"That is true," she explained, "but those dreams were pulled from our own psyches. I could tell that whatever happened to you was horrific and I thought it might help if you shared it with someone."
"No need, my lovely Warden," Zevran said, avoiding her eyes. "I have already forgotten it."
"I see," Zeva said as she rose from the ground. "Well, then I am glad for you. I, myself, think that the experience is one I shall not forget for some time to come. Goodnight, Zevran," she said quietly as she turned to walk away.
The Warden took a few steps before stopping. "You know, for just a moment, while we were in the Circle, I felt as though I saw a glimpse of the real Zevran Arainai," she said sadly over her shoulder. "I am sorry he vanished so quickly. I would have liked to have known him better." Sighing heavily, she walked away, leaving Zevran to wonder how one woman, of the many he had known, had managed to unmask him so quickly and thoroughly.
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Entering the mountain pass, Leliana ran ahead of Duncan, climbing up the rocky face of the slope and positioning herself behind a large boulder, watching for their pursuers. Duncan and Nihlus had just entered the blind curve when seven soldiers appeared in Leliana's line of sight. As they passed her location, she activated Rapid Shot and took aim, dropping two of the men with poisoned arrows before they were even aware of her attack.
The sound of shouting signaled Duncan and Nihlus and they ran back toward Leliana, to find her shooting arrows at the soldiers, who were trying to climb the rocks toward her. Nihlus pounced on the nearest soldier, using Overwhelm to pin him to the ground and tear out his throat.
Duncan engaged the two closest attackers using his sword and dagger. He backed toward the canyon wall, keeping his opponents in front of him as he switched from one man to the other, stepping in to strike and then retreating. The soldier to his right stepped closer and Duncan used Cripple to drop him to the ground, before turning to the other, slipping past a swing at his head to slice open the man's throat.
Leliana had dropped her bow and was using her dagger to fend off the two remaining soldiers. She had the high ground and was able to move lithely around them, as they were encumbered by their much heavier armor. Nihlus came to her aid, grabbing one of the assailants by the ankle, pulling him off his feet and dragging him down the hill, where Duncan was waiting to snap his neck.
The final soldier fell when Leliana stabbed through the top of his armor, and she retrieved her bow, climbing down the hill to rejoin Duncan. He had returned to his crippled opponent and was standing above him, holding the tip of his longsword to the man's throat.
"Who are you and why are you following us?" Duncan asked, his voice carrying a dangerous edge.
Holding his arms up in surrender, the terrified man replied, "I h-have no idea wh-what you are talking about! W-we were just t-travelling south when the w-woman attacked us!"
Leliana searched the nearest corpse, lifting his shield and examining it closely. "I think not, Ser," she said and scraped her knife across the surface, exposing the seal beneath silver paint. "If I am not mistaken, this mark belongs to Arl Rendon Howe, does it not? We saw it all over Denerim when we were there. Why would you cover such a thing if not to keep your identity a secret?"
"Tell me what your orders were!" Duncan said, pressing the blade deeper into the thin flesh of the man's throat. Leliana moved closer, preparing to intercede should Duncan lose patience and decide to finish the defeated foe.
Realizing his 'innocence' act wasn't going to work, the soldier grinned malevolently at Duncan. "A couple of Arl Howe's informants overheard your conversation regarding the Lady Zeva and reported it to him," he replied. "We were sent to make sure you wouldn't interfere with his acquisition of her."
"Acquisition?" Leliana said, her anger rising quickly. "She isn't a piece of furniture, and your Arl Howe will never get his hands on her."
"So you say," he responded, his voice cocky. "The Arl and his men happen to think differently. We will find the future Arlessa and bring her back to Denerim, where she belongs."
"Future Arlessa?" Leliana cried as Duncan shoved his sword into the soldier's neck, his hands shaking with rage. "Duncan, he is mad!"
Breathing heavily, Duncan pulled his sword from the body and wiped the blood off on a patch of grass. "Of course he is mad, Leliana," he said angrily, "and thanks to us, he knows where she is!"
The bard stared up at him, shaking her head slowly. "What are you talking about?" she asked anxiously. Her eyes flew open as she recalled their conversation outside the Gnawed Noble Tavern. "We mentioned the Tower!" she said, her voice shaking. "Duncan, they could have several days head start on us. We will never make it to her before they do!"
Collecting their things and moving quickly down the road, Duncan nodded, "Then let us hope that Zevran is as good as he claims to be, for Zeva is going to need him."
o~~~~~~~~o
Zeva and her party had been travelling for a day when Howe's men caught up to them. They had set their camp for the evening and Wynne was preparing dinner. Morrigan was seated at her own fire, reading Flemeth's Grimoire and Zevran was raising the tents. Zeva had entered the forest near the camp to catch meat for the stew.
Zevran had offered to join her and she had declined, saying she wished to be alone. The Warden had been silent for most of the trip, and Zevran knew it was due to their discussion, or lack thereof, the night before. She hadn't responded to any of his usual quips, and he found himself growing steadily more desperate to recapture the camaraderie they had lost.
He was pulling the lines on the last tent when a scream pierced the night, followed by a clashing of metal, and then silence. Glancing up, Zevran met Morrigan's eyes and they both dashed toward their weapons, grabbing them and heading in the direction of the noise, with Wynne close behind.
Just outside their camp, they encountered a group of heavily armed men, swords drawn at the ready. One of them was carrying Zeva's limp body over his shoulder.
"Bastardo!" Zevran yelled and ran toward the man holding Zeva, his daggers drawn. Morrigan stood back, casting Blizzard on the group while Wynne cast protection spells on her companions and then alternated between Fire and Lightning spells, further diminishing their numbers.
"Protect the Lady Zeva!" her captor yelled as he ran further into the forest, Zevran close behind him. The attacker was slowed by both his armor and his victim, and it wasn't long before Zevran caught up with him. The soldier stopped, placing Zeva carefully on the forest floor, and turned to face the assassin, drawing his longsword. Both men could hear the sounds of battle in the distance, but their concentration was wholly on each other.
"I know all about you, assassin," the kidnapper said as he slowly moved toward Zevran. "Arl Howe warned me that you might be with Lady Zeva, and I have strict instructions to make sure you are removed from her side at all costs."
"I think not, my friend," Zevran replied. "I will never let your twisted master near her again."
"How dare you!" the soldier exclaimed as he struck out at Zevran, swinging his sword wildly at the elf's head and following up with a Shield Bash, which knocked Zevran back several paces. "My lord loves the Lady Zeva, and wishes only the best for her."
"Loves?" Zevran said, laughing mirthlessly. "He has a demented mind, and the things he wants with her have nothing at all to do with love!"
Infuriated, the soldier struck again and Zevran caught his longsword between his daggers, dropping down and twisting his body, pulling the sword from the man's grasp, tossing it into the forest. Following through with his blade, he struck the soldier in the knees, sending him to the ground and leaping on top of him, shoving his blades through the armor opening under the man's arms.
As soon as the soldier stopped breathing, Zevran climbed off of him and rushed to Zeva's side, taking her in his arms and brushing the hair from her face. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Wynne and Morrigan entering the area.
"Let me see her," Wynne said and knelt on the other side of Zeva, checking her for injuries. She passed her hands over the Warden's scalp, and drew them back, blood on her fingertips.
"Hold her head up," she instructed Zevran. The mage's fingers glowed blue and she ran them swiftly over Zeva's head. "She may be out for awhile; she took quite a hit. Could you carry her back to camp, please? Morrigan captured one of the soldiers and will be bringing him back, as well."
"Good," Zevran said and nodded toward the witch. "I am quite anxious to discover exactly how Rendon Howe's men knew where to find us."
o~~~~~~~~o
The soldier was tied securely in the center of the camp, staring nervously at the assassin who sat before him, sharpening his blades. Zeva had been safely ensconced in her tent and Wynne was tending to her. Morrigan was seated by the fire, preparing some potions for their journey, but was keeping a close eye on the activities in the main camp. She, too, was curious to learn how Howe's men knew where to find Zeva, although she had an idea already, and it infuriated her.
"So, you are a soldier for Rendon Howe, are you not?" Zevran asked, running the whetstone down the blade slowly.
"Proudly so," the soldier replied.
Zevran snorted and looked up at the bound man. "How good for you," he said, sarcasm dripping from his words. "As you are so proud, you will not mind telling me how your master learned of the Warden's location."
"My master has many friends," the man began, his head held high, "and some of them overheard a conversation between two visitors in Denerim regarding the Lady Zeva and her trip to the Tower."
Zevran's gaze met Morrigan's, and he raised an eyebrow, his expression mirroring her own anger. Duncan! He had allowed Zeva's location to be discovered, and there would be consequences for such actions, at least as far as these two companions were concerned.
"Is the Lady Zeva alright?" the man asked curiously. "My master would be most upset to learn she was injured."
Morrigan rose and approached the soldier, he hands glowing slightly. "The condition of the Grey Warden is none of your concern, fool," she said, glaring at him.
Shrinking away from the mage, the man spoke again, his voice losing its earlier strength. "Ser Robbins had a letter for her from the Arl on his person," he said cautiously. "He would want to make sure she received it."
"I saw this message, though I did not open it," Morrigan said and removed the sealed letter from her robes, handing it to Zevran.
"Well, this should be interesting," Zevran said as he broke the seal, opening the message and reading it quickly. His expression grew dark and he glanced up at the soldier, his free hand reaching for his blade and lifting it from the ground.
Moving closer to the captive, Zevran kneeled before him, speaking slowly and evenly. "I want you to return to your master and give him a response from me," he said, his voice frighteningly cold. "Tell him that I will come for him and he will die for the crimes he has committed against the Lady Zeva and her family. I will make sure his last minutes are agonizing, and no one will be able to stop me. Do you understand?"
The man nodded vigorously, and Zevran cut his bonds, releasing him. Before allowing the man to rise, he ran his blade down the side of the soldier's face, leaving a deep gash along his cheek.
"This is to remind you of our conversation," he explained. "One final thing before you go. If I ever see you near Zeva again, your master's pain will be nothing compared to your own. Have I made myself clear?"
His face a mask of terror, the man replied quietly, "Yes, Ser."
Zevran stepped back and the soldier stood, fleeing the camp in the direction of Denerim.
"You know," Morrigan said as she watched the retreating form of the soldier, "he will likely never survive to return to Howe." They had stripped him of his armor and weapons, and the likelihood of bandits attacking him before he reached the city was high.
Smiling slyly, Zevran nodded. "You are right, my dear Morrigan," he began, "and should he actually make it back, I imagine the consequences for failure are quite severe for those in Howe's employ."
Turning her attention to the parchment in his hand, Morrigan asked, "May I see the message?"
As he handed it to her, Zevran said, "I hope you have a strong stomach. His words are enough to give chills to the strongest of men. I suggest we keep this from Zeva, as I have no desire to add to her pain."
Unfolding the letter, Morrigan read the message, her shock growing with each line:
My Darling Zeva,
I pray this letter finds you safe.
I have been so very worried about you, my love, and you cannot imagine my delight at learning that you were alive and visiting the mages at the Circle Tower.
Though I know you are doing your duty as a Grey Warden, I am concerned about the danger that mission puts you in. To that end, I think it is time you returned to Denerim, where I can properly protect you. I have no desire to see you come to harm because of your association with those common thugs.
I have been granted the Arling of Denerim for my devoted service to Regent Loghain, and I long to have you by my side. I have no doubt that together, we can raise Denerim to heights never before seen.
Should you return with the men who deliver this letter to you, I will try my best to ensure that your companions are kept safe. It is the least I can do, considering they have kept you protected for me. I fear what may happen to them should you stay away. I would hate to see them meet the same fate as that which befell poor Dairren and your family.
On a more personal note, not a night goes by when I don't remember our short time together. My dreams are filled with visions of your beautiful face, and memories of your passionate kisses, your gentle caresses. My greatest desire is to be with you again; to once more feel your body next to mine.
We have much time to make up for, my dearest, and I anxiously await your return.
Know that until we are reunited, you are always in my thoughts.
Yours forever,
Rendon
"'Tis amazing the depths of insanity this man has reached," Morrigan said and approached the fire, tossing the letter into it.
Zevran nodded and moved to Zeva's tent, stepping inside. "How is she?" he asked Wynne, who was sitting next to the Warden's bedroll, reading one of her many books.
"Resting comfortably," she said, gazing up at him. "It could have been far worse if you hadn't stopped him."
Smiling, Zevran gestured toward the tent's entrance. "Why don't you go and get some rest," he said. "I will stay with her until my watch."
Glancing down at her patient, Wynne nodded. "Let me know if her condition changes," she said and left the tent, closing the flap behind her.
Zevran sat on the bedroll next to Zeva and gazed down at her, his chest clenching as he thought of what might have happened had he not reached her in time. "I am so very sorry, my dear," he said quietly, thinking back to the letter from Howe. "How could I have known what would happen to you? I should have followed my initial instinct regarding Howe."
"Hmm... it seems as though the real Zevran Arainai has returned," Zeva said as she rolled over to face him, her eyes opening slowly and a soft smile lighting her face.
Cocking his eyebrow at her, Zevran chuckled softly. "And how long have you been awake, my naughty Warden?" he asked slyly.
"Long enough to discover that you are the one who saved me," she replied. "I feel like such an idiot, Zevran. I should have never gone hunting alone. It was my own stubbornness that caused these problems."
"Nonsense," he said, shaking his head. "Why would you have ever imagined that Howe's men would find you? If your idiot Warden Commander could remain silent, you would never have been in danger in the first place."
"Duncan would never intentionally give away my location, Zevran," she argued. "Obviously, Howe's influence is stronger in Denerim than any of us knew."
Snorting softly, Zevran frowned. "That is no excuse, my dear Zeva," he said angrily. "He put you in danger and he will answer for that when I next see him."
"My hero," Zeva said and traced the tattoos on his face with her fingertips, sending shivers of pleasure through him. "I wanted to apologize for pushing you to talk about your experience in the Tower. It was very inconsiderate of me. I just hated seeing you in such pain, and I wanted to help if I could."
"I know," he said and laid down next to her on his back, staring at the ceiling. "I promise that there will come a time when I will share everything with you, and I cannot tell you how much your concern means to me. It is something I have never known before."
"I am so very sorry, Zevran, for the life you have led," Zeva said. "I know you speak of the pleasures you have known, and I am sure they have been many, but at some point, have you not wished for something more?"
Turning to face her, he ran his fingers through her hair. "I never thought I needed more, until recently," he said and pulled her to him, kissing her gently.
Placing her hands on his chest, Zeva pushed away from him. "Zevran, I have told you how I feel about Dun..." she began.
Putting his fingers to her lips, Zevran stopped her from continuing. "I know all about your Warden Commander, Zeva, and that does not change my mind," he said, pulling her back to him. "None of us know what tomorrow will bring. The only thing I am sure of is how desperately I crave you, and I know you feel it, as well. Allow me to show you how much you have come to mean to me." Zevran pulled Zeva on top of him, claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss which silenced all protests.
The world outside Zeva's tent dissolved away as the two lovers explored each other. Zevran undressed Zeva slowly, his lips gently caressing each inch of skin he revealed. "So beautiful..." he murmured as he slid her nightgown over her head, revealing her naked form to his view.
His fingers encircled her breasts, slowly massaging her nipples, stiffening them. Zeva moaned throatily as his tongue slid around each one, and he ran his hands beneath her, cupping her buttocks and lifting her, pulling her closer to his hungry mouth.
Her own hands sought his tunic and she pulled roughly, hearing the material rip beneath her fingers. Pulling the tunic down, she gazed at his bare chest, the taut muscles beneath his skin and the soft, blond hair which ran in a trail, disappearing into the top of his breeches.
"Tsk, tsk.." he whispered huskily as she began unlacing him, her fingers seeking entrance into his smallclothes. "I think not, my darling Zeva. I have waited for this moment, and I will be the one who leads."
Laying her back onto the bedroll, Zevran removed his tunic and ripped a strip of cloth from it. Smiling mischievously, he brought the cloth to her eyes, covering them and tying it behind her head. "Now you are at my mercy," he purred. Zeva lay in the darkness, her nerve endings on fire, waiting for him to touch her again.
"Zevran, please!" she cried and reached for him. He playfully swatted her hands away, rising for a moment before coming back to her, kneeling between her legs.
"I know I have shared with you my love of Antivan brandy," he explained, and she thought she heard the sound of a popping cork. "What I may not have told you is how much better said brandy is when tasted off the body of an exquisite woman such as yourself."
Zeva sucked in her breath as she felt the warm liquid being poured over her breasts and down her stomach. Zevran placed the bottle to the side of the bed and began licking a path over her torso, beginning with her breasts and working his way down, sucking each drop from her naked body.
Dipping his tongue into her belly button, Zevran slowly ran his fingers up her thighs, parting her swollen lips and stroking her nub delicately with his thumb, chuckling softly as she began to writhe beneath him.
"You are a... horrid... tease, elf!" Zeva cried out, throwing her head back as she came closer to her release.
"That I am, my beautiful Warden," he replied, blowing lightly on her slick flesh, making her cry out once again.
Lightly licking her clit, Zevran groaned with need. "So much sweeter than brandy..." he mumbled as he drove his tongue into her, grasping her hips as she thrust them toward him. Zeva screamed his name as she came, her hands wrapped tightly in his hair, her body sticky with sweat and alcohol.
Zevran continued licking her slowly until her muscles relaxed. He crawled up her body, lying atop her and kissing her gently, his tongue stroking her own. "Oh, Zevran..." she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening their kiss.
He laughed as he kissed her neck, scraping his teeth over her sensitive skin. "Happy, my Zeva?" he said, burying his face in her hair.
"I don't think happy even begins to describe it, my naughty assassin," she replied, running her hands down his back. Nibbling on his ear, she whispered sensually, "I want to taste you, Zevran."
Quickly, she wrapped her leg around his and pushed up with her hips, reversing their positions. Sitting back on his thighs, she slowly finished unlacing his breeches, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. As the last of the laces fell aside, she rose from his lap, pulling his pants off and tossing them away.
Zevran felt his heart pounding as the beautiful woman above him ran her eyes over his body. Never before had he wanted a woman to desire him as much as he wanted Zeva to, needed her to. Slowly she lowered herself between his legs, sliding her hand around his length and bringing him to her lips.
At the first touch of her tongue around him, he groaned, feeling pleasure he had never known before. Zeva took him into her mouth, sucking greedily on him, and Zevran slid his fingers into her silken hair, pushing himself further into her throat, drunk with the feeling of her hot lips around him.
"Maker...Zeva... I..." he panted and pulled her from him, grasping her arms and pulling her onto his chest, kissing her adoringly.
"Zevran, please!" she begged, her voice quavering. "I am aching for you!"
Flipping Zeva onto her back, Zevran held her legs up over his shoulders, teasing her opening with his swollen tip. His gaze locked on hers as he slowly entered her, her inner walls tightening around him. She had never made love in this position before and the feelings he awoke within her were overwhelming. He seemed to hit her most sensitive spot with each thrust.
Crying out, Zevran pushed her legs aside, laying behind her and entering her roughly, his hands wrapping around her to grasp her breasts. Rocking his hips against hers, Zevran bit into her neck as he spilled his seed inside her, feeling her muscles contract around him as she, too, reached her climax.
The lovers lay together, panting heavily, as the waves of passion subsided. "Please don't go," Zeva asked, snuggling deeper into his arms, exhaustion creeping into her limbs.
"Never fear, my beautiful Zeva, I shall be here when you awake," he replied, kissing her lightly as she drifted to sleep.
Laying in the dark, Zevran listened to the Warden sleeping. So, Zevran, he thought, where is that relief you knew would come once you had claimed the beautiful Warden? Too late, he realized Zeva Cousland had reached behind his facade and he would never again be the same.
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