Diana felt his hot lips against her. She had never felt a burning desire like this before. Was the booze affecting her this way? She usually put up more of a fight when Zevran was trying to woo her, and yet she could not resist him. She pushed against Zevran's chest, shoving him away. Panting,

she looked at him. His dangerous eyes pierced hers and his seductive voice was

next to her ear. "My dear Warden, you deserve some fun, do you not?"

"It's not that..." She wondered if it was a wise idea to explain this to him, but her drunkenness got the better of her. "I have never done...this…before, and I want to wait for someone that won't leave me for the first maiden he will see."

He looked at her surprised. "You? A woman so beautiful, has not experienced the act of love?"

She looked at him and he chuckled, giving her a coy smile. She felt ashamed, and it felt like she put her head in a fireplace, such was her embarrassment.

"I've told you enough." She tried to stand up, and did so, with Zevran's

help.

He followed her to her tent. Before she went inside she heard him say:

"Thank you...for the gift. That you even thought of me…I will treasure

this."

"It was nothing."

They looked at each other, and Zevran chuckled. "Now, don't let me ruin your beauty sleep, my dear Warden. Don't worry - I will keep watch."

"Isn't it Leliana's turn?"

"It doesn't bother me. I can't sleep anyhow, when I almost had a beautiful woman in my bed." He sniggered. "You do taste delicious, pet." He kissed her hand before walking away, and she couldn't think straight.

She pulled him close to her; he seemed surprised by this but did not stop her. They kissed; she opened her mouth to let his tongue in, to caress hers. He took his hands on her waist, pulling her close to him. Their armor pressed against each other. Zevran's quick, flexible hands made short work to get them off. She had a thin tunic and trousers, and she could feel him looking.

"You are very beautiful love, you do not need to hide," he said with that seductive look on his face. He took her in her arms, kissing her gently, and took off her clothes.

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He saw Diana's body, and knew he was right. She truly was a goddess. He guided her down onto the ground in her tent. Kissing her neck, his hands touching her breasts. He could feel her fast breathing. He started to kiss her down her chest, taking a nipple in his mouth. She moaned and twitched her body. Zevran took his free hand, leading it slowly down her belly to caress the place he

knew women loved to be touched. She moaned loudly, pulling his face close to hers, kissing him. Zevran felt her wetness, and slid a finger inside of her. He teased her with his slow movements; he knew how to please a woman and he wanted to be careful with her, since she hadn't done this before.

"Oh Zev…" he heard her say, followed by heavy breathing. She was getting close. He took his finger out and took off his clothes. He felt her hands on his body. She wanted him, he could tell. He wasn't going to deny her the pleasure.

He slid gently inside of her. Her hands on his back were pulling him closer and he felt her nails digging in. He loved it. Pain with pleasure was how he liked it. He was fully inside - he felt her tightness, and she felt better then he thought she could. He had his hands on the bedroll, both next to her head, and he went slowly in and out of her. He could tell she was enjoying it. He started to get rougher and faster, grabbing her back and putting his entire muscle work into pleasuring her. She started to breathe faster, and her moans were only trigging him on. She bit his shoulder and he felt her suddenly shuddering beneath him. He slid out of her, lying on his back, and got her on top of him. He led her up and down his hips and pulled his arms around her so she was close to him. His thrusts went faster and faster.

The world could end now for all he cared - the Blight could come and swallow

them. He didn't care, for he felt like the happiest man alive.