Sorry it takes so long for updates on this story I just have a hard time writing it, this story is hard to make original because there are sooooo many DA stories and I don't like making my stories like everyone else does. I try to make them original but I fail lol. It doesn't matter tho as long as my readers are happy.

Zevran kissed under Mayana's chin as her head tilted back, softly nipping at the exposed part of her neck as her fingers dug into his shoulder blades. She caught his lip biting down on it and pulled a deep groan from the elf as his hands pulled her legs up around his hips as they began to slide from the fast rhythm he had been keeping. Mayana was sure they had been going at this for hours now each of them daring the other to finish first, she didn't know how much longer she could hold it but she refused to let him win. She used what little strength she had left to force Zevran on his back, taking his arms by the wrists she forced them above his head as she ground her hips into him draining everything she had.

"You won't win." Zevran groaned from under Mayana, her hair surrounding his face like drapes would a window.

"Maybe you should just let me win." Mayana smiled. "Please…" she moaned closing her eyes pushing the elf over the edge; she quickly followed collapsing onto his chest.

Zevran's fingers ran across her back as they caught their breath, a smile stretched across his face as he watched Mayana's eyes. It wasn't long before the room was silent, only the crackling of the wood in the fire interrupting the silence.

Mayana jolted up right her heart skipping beats as she fought to control her breathing, her hair sticking to her damp naked body. She looked down at Zevran who remained undisturbed next to her. She slowly slid from the bed grabbing the small tie from her pile of clothes and using it to pull her hair into a ponytail. She pulled an oversize tunic from her bag pulling it over her head and grabbing her cloak. She silently slipped from the room, wrapping the tunic around her and hiding her long legs from view. The stone of the castle was cold on her feet as she made her way towards the castle's main entrance nodding to the guard as she pulled the hood over her head and walked through the large doors. She squinted into the darkness at the tall figure standing at the edge of the cliff that held the castle.

"Alistair?" She whispered walking forward.

Alistair looked over his shoulder as she stopped next to him. "Dreams?"

"Yeah. You too?"

He nodded looking away towards the water.

"Is Anora as bad as we all assumed?" Mayana forced a smile as she gently elbowed his side.

"Worst." Alistair frowned. "You think it would be wrong if we divorced?"

"You aren't even married yet Alistair."

He sighed running his hands through his hair.

"Don't second guess yourself, you were a fine Warden and you'll make an even better king." She grabbed his hand lacing her fingers into his.