"Amor?" He spoke gently, tapping her on the nose, tired of waiting for her to wake. Having already sketched her sleeping in his bathrobe, made her breakfast and coffee, surely ten hours of sleep had been enough. "Amor." His fingers glided across her forehead. "Amor." Lifting her arm, he gently nipped her fingers. "Amor."

Waking up to something to giggle about was the best. "Hey." Nyla giggled, pulling her hand away for a sleepy stretch. "Why are you biting me?"

"I would be doing more, but I am waiting for you to come out of that fucking coma you call sleep." He smiled, running hands along her outstretched arms, lacing his fingers with hers and hovering over her. "How are you feeling?"

She craned her neck to kiss him, and he smiled, playfully backing away from her advance. "Kiss me, Zevran, or I will destroy you."

"Ooo. Nyla really knows how to get Zevran all worked up." He chuckled. "Answer the question first."

Nyla closed her eyes and smiled. "Hmm. Good. Feeling little... raw. Really hungry."

"Good." He kissed her, and helped her sit up. "I brought breakfast."

"I can feel it already, my hair is the best." Yawning, she scrubbed her face with her palms. "Stop looking at me until I'm pretty again."

"Bah." He smiled with a dismissive gesture of his hand. "Everything you do is cute. Zevran's girlfriend can do no wrong." He reached over and grabbed her plate of food. "Eat this. I made them for you."

"Oh my god, you made bacon and egg tacos?" Settling the plate on her lap, she forgot to say thank you and ate hungrily.

He spoke with a shrug and a bashful smile, "It is tortilla with egg and bacon. Not so complicated."

"But the tortilla is so soft and fresh, oh my god." With her mouth full she asked, "Did you already eat?"

"Three times already, amor."

"Because you eat like a bird. All day, incrementally." She offered him a bite. "I bet you're hungry again."

There was something awesome about his woman offering the food he had made for her; it made him want to have rough sex with her. Is that weird? "Thank you," he muttered with a full mouth.

"I'm sorry for what happened last night." She paused her eating with a crooked smile.

"We agreed no apologizing, remember?"

"Well… yes but, the whole thing at the end." Looking away nervously, she sighed, "Trying to pull your shorts off of you, that whole thing?"

"Mmm. It is okay, amor." Zevran shrugged, "High emotion, needs for comfort and distraction. It made sense to me."

"You don't find it terribly obnoxious?" She bit her lip with a sigh. "That I have this boundary and then crossed it?"

"No! You didn't cross it." Zevran quirked an eyebrow, "My understanding is that it takes two to cross that boundary. I would consider it a failure on my part if I had simply went along with it. You were compromised, and making the decision for us fell on me, that is what partnership is. When one cannot, the other picks up the slack."

"You're a good partner."

"You are as well." He smiled, taking the offered last bite of her food. "I am learning through example. Finish your coffee, have a smoke, we need to get started."

"Started?" She tilted her head and pointed. "Will you hand me my purse there?"

"Zevran's girlfriend does not have a shitty birthday." He reached and grabbed the bag, handing it off to her. "Today is birthday do-over."

Opening her purse and retrieved a piece of nicotine gum. "Oh my god. You don't have to-" Her face heated. What the fuck am I saying? "Yes, please do that!"

"I will!" He smiled at her delight. "With gusto."

"No, you don't understand-" pausing to pop a piece of gum in her mouth she spoke, "I used to fucking love birthdays!"

"This is nicotine gum?" He picked up the foil packet and examined it.

"Yes, I quit a couple days ago. Anyway, I really-"

"Are you quitting because of Zevran's asthma?"

"Well, I mean, you were a motivational force, but I did need to quit for obvious-"

"I am excited about this, Nyla... and you said nothing?"

"Yes, I hear you, I just… I didn't think it mattered…" Flapping her hands excitedly she tried to change the subject. "Look, I am having feelings right now and this whole quitting talk seems unimportant."

"Nyla. Nyla." He held up a hand, interrupting her. "Zevran keeps encouraging you to go outside to do your smoking."

"I see your point, but-"

"Zevran has a strong preference to know when his girlfriend is making big life changes!"

"Alright!" Nyla chuckled, smiling broadly. "Alright, I'm sorry I didn't tell you!"

Sputtering, he flopped his hands helplessly onto his lap. "Nyla, Zevran is feeling a lot of things."

"Are you, now?" She chuckled, placing her empty plate on the bedside table. "I couldn't tell."

"I don't mean it as… as a... I don't mean to control you, I want to know how to…" He floundered for a moment and resumed his impassioned speech, "I could be helping by not bringing it up so often in trying to accommodate you!"

"Yes! It's counterproductive!" Nyla sat up on her knees, smiled, and matched his enthusiasm, "Because Zevran just wants those around him to be happy!"

"Amor! Yes!" He relaxed and took a deep breath. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" She couldn't stop smiling. Reaching in front of her, Nyla took his hand in both of hers and kissed it. "You're blushing."

"Not possible, all blood has circulated to other areas." He bit his lip with a smirk.

Nyla licked her lips suggestively and flashed a coquettish smile, "Wanna fool around?"

"No." He spoke quickly before he lost his resolve, and she appeared taken aback, cocking her head and raising her eyebrows. "Oh, you know I do, amor. Just… not now, I'm reserving sexy energy for later. For when we are at your place."

"Ohh, so we're going to my place."

"After I take you clothes shopping, and then a late lunch, then we come back here to spend time with Leliana and Anders, then to your place."

"You have it all planned out, hmm?" Biting her lip, she already felt spoiled; she loved it.

"Yep!" He helped her up from the bed. He spoke jovially, taking her by the hand, "Bath time. Come!"

"I wanted to but someone denied me."

"Stop." Zevran chuckled, "Save it for later!"

"Why not now and later?" She argued seriously.

"Trust Zevran." They descended the stairs, and he looked back, smirking. "Though, I do love it when you are needy."

"Anders. " Leliana spoke, slapping his hand. "Stop!"

"I'm making sure it's good! Taste-testing!"

"Is it good?"

"Yes."

"Then stop!" Leliana chuckled, slapping his hand away again.

"Morning!" Nyla spoke happily, "What are you making?"

Their answers were hasty, and overlapped.

"Nothing special."

"Makin' you a cake."

"Dammit, Anders! I was trying to be a little stealthy!"

"You didn't tell me that- ow!" He pulled his hand away as she slapped him with the spatula.

"Now get somewhere and lick it off the back of your hand, you little shit."

Nyla smiled, looking back at them while Zevran proceeded to drag her toward the bathroom, "Yeah, get off my cake and get somewhere, Anders!"

"Get wrecked, Tiny!"

"Why are you telling them this story?" Nyla quirked an eyebrow at Zevran, speaking through a mouthful of chocolate cake with cream cheese icing made from scratch.

"You do not understand the level of cute I am coping with right now, Nyla, let me finish. So Nyla goes into the store to replace her lost phone, and I go buy a few things I do not wish her to see. When I come out from the store, I see her with new phone in hand, earbuds in her ears, and she is dancing."

"That sounds like something Nyla would do." Anders shrugged.

"Yes, how exactly is that a surprise?" Leliana asked, taking a sip of tea.

"You do not understand," Zevran insisted. "Not bobbing her head to music, or shuffling around. She is… dancing! Doing turns, using benches as props to prance across and jump from… dancing with enthusiasm. Amor fancies herself a ballerina today. I wish I had thought to video this so I could show you."

"Ohh my god." Leliana chuckled.

"I was bored. I couldn't believe anyone could possibly take longer than a fucking Verizon store." Nyla sipped her tea, beginning to feel a little defensive. "I know it's not normal behavior but nobody really gives a shit when you examine it-"

"Amor, calm your bosom." Zevran smiled at the cackle he provoked from her.

"Stop saying bosom!"

"Anyway, I am not done. I approach her, waving for her to notice me, and she does not. So I figure, she is into it, I will sit and wait it out. People are simply walking by, as if it is not happening, and there is Zevran, watching this woman, laughing at her antics, probably seeming like a lech now that I think about it."

"How long were you sitting there?" Nyla bit her lip. "Did I embarrass you?"

Waving his hand in a dismissive gesture, he continued. "Eventually Nyla does notice me sitting there and she is, I don't know, thirty feet away standing on a bench. She smiles, does a fucking flawless ballerina leap-"

"Grand jeté." Nyla interrupted.

"A flawless fucking grand jeté-"

"It wasn't flawless," she interjected, "I'm unpracticed."

"Amor, let me live!" Zevran spoke incredulously, quirking an eyebrow.

"Sorry, go on." She resumed eating her cake.

"A seemingly flawless fucking grand jeté from the bench she was standing on and, I shit you not, takes a running start and does an epic knee-slide, stopping precisely between my feet. Arms open as if posing after a finishing move."

"Ohhh my god." Leliana sat still, a forkful of cake hovering halfway to her mouth.

"What…" Anders furrowed his brow and shook his head. "I can't believe I missed it."

"What song was it?" Leliana asked.

"Bohemian Rhapsody." Her face felt hot when they laughed hard. "It's my second favorite song. Fuck off, who doesn't love Queen?"

"That is an epic song, Sketchbook Girl, I'm just… imagining you dancing to a fucking power ballad nobody else can hear, oh my god!" Anders lost it, laughing raucously and burying his face in his hands. "I can't!"

"Nyla concludes her spectacle by removing her earbuds, resting her elbows on my thighs and flirting with me at full volume. 'Hello, love, find what you are looking for?'"

"I was deafened by having the music so loud." She sighed, biting her lip. "Dancing makes me horny."

"Ohhh my god. I had no idea one person could contain so few fucks." Anders stared at her in awe. "Where did all your fucks go?"

Nyla put down her fork and tucked her hands in her lap. "My fiance and entire immediate family, excluding my brother, all died in a hotel fire." She smiled, sighed deeply, pleased with herself for saying it all so easily; two years of therapy hadn't accomplished that for her. "And oh yeah, I also kinda almost died of smoke inhalation and got pretty badly burned. That was two years ago, yesterday."

"What?" Leliana dropped her fork, glancing at Anders.

"I'm sorry." Anders put his fork down, losing his appetite for cake. "Last night makes sense."

"Yeah. I tried to spend the day alone. It was largely a disaster, I was putting pressure on myself to just feel okay but I wasn't. Last night shouldn't have happened, I should have accepted support. I feel a lot better today. Better than I have in a long time." Nyla smiled, "Anyway, my point was, when I lost my family is exactly when I lost my fucks."

"Nyla saying this without almost crying." Zevran smirked, proud of her, and himself. "We are ridiculously awesome."

"Thanks for noticing." She bit her lip, smiled, and Zevran jumped up from his seat when her toes curled against his inner thigh.

"Nice aim, amor, let us clean up and we will get going."

"You and I will clean, Nyla and Leliana are going to have some wine and relax in the livingroom."

"How… nice. Thank you, Anders." Leliana furrowed her brow and walked to the living room with Nyla, wine in hand. "I can't believe he's doing chores without death threats."

"So many beverages." Nyla sat on the couch with a contented sigh. "You guys are always drinking something. I don't think there has been a time when I have come in here and not had a beverage or three shoved in my face."

"Hm. I had never noticed." Leliana shrugged, "We're just hospitable, I suppose. Hey… so... I have noticed lately you stopped calling us Lelianders."

"Well, I was getting actual vitriol from you. It was never my intent to cause you that level of distress, so I dropped it."

"Thanks." Leliana sighed, staring at the wine in her hand. "Can I, um, talk to you about it?"

"Ooh." Nyla sat closer to Leliana, sitting cross legged on the couch and facing her with a grin. "Yes."

"And you won't blather on about it, and openly talk as if it's not a secret?"

"Other people's secrets are not mine to share. Unless they're Zevran's. I own him now." Nyla spoke with seriousness.

"Okay, wait." Leliana chuckled nervously, "You're joking, right?"

"Mmm hmm." Nyla sipped her wine and smiled. "Tell meee!"

"It seemed while you were teasing us with the Lelianders thing, Anders may have been fighting you off for my sake. Did Anders seem a bit too okay with it?"

"Well, no, not at all." Nyla smirked at the subtle disappointment and embarrassment in Leliana's expression, giving her a few moments to digest and reflect. "He seemed the perfect amount of okay with it."

"God damnit, Nyla." Leliana blushed the cutest shade of pink and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm just trying to figure out how to fix this . He seems distant. He's… it's so hard to explain because it's subtle. I feel him being distant, and at the same time, he's cleaning the kitchen after volunteering to do chores."

Nyla flapped her hand, and coughed, choking on her wine; this was exciting. "Oh lord. What do you imagine is going on?" She asked knowingly, Nyla thought, trying to maintain her serious face.

"Well." Leliana leaned in closer, speaking in hushed tones, "I think he um... likes me."

"Mmm! You think so?" Nyla's words were not her thoughts, but they were close enough. Jesus Christ, Leliana, YOU THINK? "That's what I was thinking." She spoke quietly, "What do you want, though?"

"I want my fucking friend back." She glared, continuing in a hushed voice. "I don't know how to fix this!"

Nyla responded patiently, and just as silently, "Well, hold on. Think about it; you have been together for six years, if you examine this at all… you have both been dating others and hating each other's love interests..." Nyla paused for thought, holding Leliana's rapt attention. " God, it's like… you both want romance, right? Meanwhile, you're holding each other at arm's length, at the same time clinging to each other... have you ever wondered why you're both chronically single?"

"Bullshit," Leliana whispered angrily. "He and I were fine, and now this! I try not to blame you but it started after that night you and Zevran had your conversation about us on the couch."

"You participated in that, Leli." Nyla insisted, her voice still at a whisper. "You spoke as if you were already in a romantic relationship."

"Bullshit." Leliana shook her head. "It might sound like one from the outside, but it's not."

"Despite whether or not you want to admit it, your words could have lead Anders to believe you see it as a possibility. And it is! You are both so fucking... possessive of each other ."

"We just take care of each other!" Leliana responded, exasperated.

"I don't mean it as a bad thing... Leliana, I'm not trying to bullshit you here, or push you into anything." Nyla spoke gently, meeting her eyes. "Seriously, think hard about what you want with Anders, because there is an opportunity here and if you don't take it… you stand to miss out on so much."

"Bullshit!" Leliana shook her head. "Six years of no romance and solid friendship, it's too late for that between us."

"Or-" Nyla gestured with a palm for her to stop, "It has always fucking been there, and he's waking up to it."

In the kitchen, Anders and Zevran had finished stacking up the dirty dishes. Zevran smirked at Anders actually volunteering to do this chore, fighting the urge to tease him for it; Nyla gave him enough shit for the both of them on the regular.

"I wash, you dry." Zevran asserted, continuing in hushed tones. "Did you get it all finished?"

"Yes, her apartment is literally barren, Zev. You weren't exaggerating."

"I know. It is depressing."

"Cat is adorable. Such a sweet, talkative boy," Anders smiled. "Hey why did you want only one chair? You trying to sneak furniture into her house one item at a time?"

"Very funny." He smirked. "We only need one chair. I'm going to dance for her tonight."

"Oh shit!" Anders laughed loudly, "It's going to kill her. Speaking of killing her, did you show her the sketch-"

"Shhhhhh!" Zevran elbowed him, and craned his neck to see Nyla and Leliana sitting close, having what appeared to be a very serious conversation. "No, tall asshole, I have not. Do not tell her for me."

"Seriously, though. You should show her," Anders spoke quietly.

"No." Zevran shook his head. "It might give her the wrong idea."

"What?" Anders laughed. "Like, that you're completely infatuated with her?"

"The drawings, they go so far back." He cringed, remembering how much sleep he had lost over his obsession with her. "Before I had her. Before I truly knew her. Before I had actually seen her naked."

"So, you're afraid of coming off as a creeper?"

"Exactly."

"Come on." Anders elbowed him. "She knows you better by now. You can't keep it a secret forever."

"Do not wait up," Zevran spoke with a wink before closing the car door.

Anders rolled down and yelled as the car pulled away, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"Wait! I need a bulleted list!" Nyla called back.

Zevran smirked at Nyla and took her hand. "Come."

"I will if you keep smiling like that." She hurried with him, excitement building.

"I am going to do much more than smile at you," he purred, opening her apartment door with his key, and stepping aside for Nyla to enter first.

"Cat!" She called out immediately, flicking on the lights and stopping short in the kitchen. "Zevran, did you move my beanbag chair?" Nyla strode into the living room, staring at her beanbag chair stuffed into a corner. Cat gave her a cursory glance and ran to Zevran. "What the ffff- Zevran, there's a chair here. Zevran, someone reverse-robbed me. I have been anti-robbed. I hate this more than the other one."

"Anders and Leli dropped the chair off, among other hidden things." Zevran laughed as Cat mewed for his attention, "Cat, tell your mamá to calm her bosom."

"Stop saying bosom," she spoke absently, kicking off her shoes and looking around the room for anything else amiss, wondering how much hidden junk could be crammed in her house, trying to imagine what they would do with a single chair; she sat in it, confounded.

"Good. Right where I want you." Zevran smiled, and she blinked at him with a furrowed brow. How has she not figured out what the hell I am up to?

"Stay right here?"

"Mmm hmm. No peeking." He picked up her xBox controller and set up his playlist. Looking back at her, she sat still with her eyes averted. "I am going to play a song as I present you with your gift. In… ten minutes or less." Songs for dancing, songs for more dancing, and songs for sex.

"Okay." Nyla smiled, excited, feeling more relaxed now that she knew what was going on; how romantic!

After dimming the lights, he hurried to the bedroom, and prepared; there wasn't much to do. Quick change of clothes after lotioning his body to give him a nice sheen. A quick check in the mirror he put on his black fedora, smirked at himself and strutted into the livingroom.

"Ooh, nice outfit." Nyla bit her lip. "You look hot in that hat. Is my present getting to look at you?"

"Yes, amor." Pressing play, the music started, and he smiled, holding a hand out to her with a small bow. "Dance with me?"

Taking his hand, she allowed him to lead; a slow dance, an arm around her waist, her hand dwarfed within his, but this still didn't explain the chair. I just wanna be yours… the song crooned, and she smiled, meeting his eyes and pressing herself close against him as they moved together.

"I like this song you've chosen." Nyla smiled, moving the hand on his shoulder to rest on the back of his neck. Slow, graceful, Zevran was a good lead, and she was glad, because slow dancing with a partner had never been her thing. He moved his hips, spinning them together. Nyla tried to follow his lead but his moves were seemingly becoming erratic, and she felt almost herded as her calves hit the back of the chair and she plunked down in it. The song ended and she giggled up at him, "Well played, sir."

A wink and a crooked smile, he nodded, backing away and turning his back toward her. Zevran had calculated a six second break before the next song started and he took a deep breath, twinges of nervous excitement tickling through him. Getting her to the chair and getting into position went flawlessly, and the hard part was over. Next up, making her scream.

"Ooh." Nyla's eyes went wide as the next song began and he spun on his heel to face her; a classy, fancy turn with one foot over the other and she was already impressed. Pressing her cool hands to her burning cheeks, she gasped, realizing she had never seen him dance on his own. "Oh my god." Zevran dances!

His girlfriend's mouth hung open, cheeks pink, and he could swear he heard a little squeak from her when he drew his fingers along the brim of his hat. Flipping the hat from his head with nimble fingers, he ran his hand through his hair and flipped it back on. Just dancing for her, hips undulating with masculine grace, hands hovering inches from himself, Nyla's eyes were following them, and he drew them down his body suggestively, but not too suggestively. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes hungrily wandered his body.

If Nyla had any capacity for coherent thought, she would have absolutely thought, at great length, of how well executed this performance was. Enchanting, sexy, classy, graceful, exotic, showcasing his masculinity without being lewd.

In reality, the only thoughts she had room for within the cacophony of wailing in her mind were, 'Fucking… Zevran. TAKE IT OFF!' She swallowed thickly, enchanted by a display of utter perfection, until his hat sailed across the room with a flick of his wrist, her gaze drifting off with it before her attention snapped back to him.

The song changed, the tempo faster, a song by 'Say Lou Lou,' lovely female voices singing 'Stayin' Alive.' Nyla squealed with gleeful laughter, stopping short when he lifted his shirt. Turning to the side, his stomach muscles rippled with the enticing movement of hips. Nyla legit screamed, and in trying to cover her mouth accidentally slapped her own face with an open palm; it was okay, she thought, because she kind of needed it.

His shirt lifted even higher, and Nyla forgot to breathe, basking in the glowing expanse of Zevran's tawny skin, the poor girl rendered completely useless to even herself. Shirt lifting higher, slipping over his head, golden hair splayed over muscular shoulders. Twirling the shirt in front of himself, over his head, he casually tossed it away and suddenly- Nyla got it. It had finally clicked; Zevran was fucking stripping for her, and the internal wailing could no longer be contained.

"Fuck yaaas!" Nyla whistled, howled, and bounced in her chair. "Oh my fucking god!"

That was exactly what Zevran wanted, expected, and he proceeded with more enthusiasm. Thumbs in his belt loops, he flexed, moving his hips, a quick spin, stopping to show off from a different angle. Nyla squealed again, only gaining in volume as he drew a palm down his oiled chest and slid his fingers in the waistband of his pants for just a teasing moment.

Laughing happily, Zevran spun on his heel, a quick clap of his hands, he danced like John Travolta, a video he studied that morning while she slept, finding the moves to be the perfect accompaniment to his shirtless form; slow, with plenty of pauses, giving her a chance to drink him in with her big dark eyes, enough movement to show off the masculinity that enticed her so.

Stopping in front of her with a wide stance, Zevran turned to the side, one knee bent. He rested a hand with splayed fingers on his abdomen, his other arm extended pointing, a repeated pelvic thrust and a cocky smirk made her nearly fall out of her chair.

"Oh no!" Nyla kicked her legs and cheered in gleeful excitement as he tugged on his belt. "Fucking yes!" It was becoming increasingly more trying to stay in her chair.

Turning toward her, belt undone, he tugged, sliding it only halfway out of the confines of his belt loops. Holding the extended length his hand, he stroked it with a closed fist at a leisurely pace. Tossing his head back, he stared at her with parted lips and heavy lidded eyes, as if in the throes of pleasure.

The knuckle of Nyla's forefinger was between her teeth as her dark eyes flitted from his waistline to his face, having just seen the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed in her life. She thought it was, anyway, until he removed the belt completely and wrapped it around his fists, tethering his hands together, raising his arms and posing for her. Teasing, short moments of her favorite parts of him showcased in the most pleasing of ways; muscles tightening, his hips and stomach undulating with erotic, suggestive grace. After far too few moments of this, Zevran unwrapped his hands and held it on either end; another way to display himself as he raised his arms over his head and pulled on either end of the leather in his fists.

"Fucking hell." Nyla spoke, her arms falling helplessly to her sides. "Oh my god," she whimpered, finally taking a breath when he draped the belt over the back of his neck. She thought for a moment she was going to get a break, until his hands slid down his torso and he unbuttoned his black slacks, slid his zipper down to reveal his bright red briefs; Nyla had begun to sweat more than her dancer.

Smiling at her, he watched his poor girlfriend tremble and close her eyes for a moment, drawing the back of her hand across her damp forehead. He heard her moan as he nudged his pants down, displaying for her what she referred to reverently as "The V." Her mouth fell open, her eyes followed the movement of his hips and his arms as if she couldn't decide where they needed to be.

Next, his favorite part. Backing away from her slowly to put a little more distance between them, he bent down and grabbed the inner thigh of his slacks. He couldn't wait, he knew she was going to love this, his eyes stayed on her face as he held the fabric in his fists and pulled, tearing them off of himself and throwing them away over his shoulder.

"Ohhh god!" Nyla squealed, she laughed, clapped, whistled, kicked her legs in sheer excitement and fell out of her chair. "Why do you own tear away pants?! Oh my god," she screamed from where she sat on the floor, knowing it was pointless to even attempt to use her legs after what he was putting her through. It was almost too much when he came toward her, a smile on his face, chuckling at her. He reached for her and she took his hands, allowing him to pull her up on unsteady legs.

This part he had not planned, so he just got creative, holding his poor girlfriend's arms over her head, her wrists in one hand, one arm around her waist, he continued his dance, manipulating her back into her chair and his face hovered inches from hers. "Amor," he purred, tugging the belt from around his neck, "If you won't stay in your chair, Zevran will have to make you."

In one swift movement he was behind her, belt wrapping around her wrists, tethering her loosely to the chair with her arms behind her back. He enjoyed tying her down a bit too much, and took advantage of her compromised position, sweeping her hair out of the way to nibble and brush his nose along the side of her neck; she shuddered. So much dancing, exposing himself to her, witnessing her keen attention and appreciation for his body, touching himself, and taking a minute to touch her… Zevran had not anticipated enjoying himself so much, or being so skilled.

Turning to face her, he bent down to kiss her plump lips; they looked too good, and he needed the indulgence after getting himself so worked up. Nyla moaned as his erection rubbed momentarily against her knee and her neck craned subtly toward him as he backed away from her to resume his dance.

With movement restricted, Nyla had no means of expressing her enthusiasm and desire, and she sat still, watching. His hand brushed through his hair sending golden wisps cascading down to frame his face. His movements, stylish or sexy, it didn't matter, she was stuck in awe and desire, her legs quivering, moisture accumulating, and breath heavy… she wondered what she had done in her life to deserve such pleasurable torment.

Just when she imagined it couldn't possibly get any more amazing, he dropped down to his hands as if to do pushups, a display of Zevran's agility, strength and grace she rarely had opportunity to witness.

"Floor work," Nyla groaned, because her brain had completely stopped and her mouth just needed to do something. Zevran did a pushup, another, and then another with an exaggerated roll of his hips. Oh my fucking god, lucky floor. Nyla moaned, his hips rolled, holding himself up with muscular arms, his head tossed back and he looked over at her with a lusty stare; she came, her body folding in on itself and knees quivering. He crawled toward her and her legs subtly parted; an invitation for him to touch her, which he wanted to do so badly. The song ended, and it didn't matter because they were done with it anyway.

"Will you untie me now?" Nyla purred as he advanced toward her, his palms gliding along the denim on her legs. "I need to everything you."

"With your permission, amor," he spoke breathlessly, leaning in for a kiss, "I want you right where I have you, for now."

"I accept your invitation as long as you keep touching me," she whispered, and he kissed her ravenously, a hand at the small of her back pulling her toward him, the other working at the zipper of her jeans.

With his girlfriend tied helplessly to a chair, his hand down the back of her jeans to cup her ass, erection trapped behind his briefs, he moaned against her mouth and he had never been so aroused and ready to fuck anyone since… weeks ago when they first danced salsa together. He wanted to fuck her so badly, he almost had no idea what else to do; he slowed down and placed his attention on her pleasure.

Pulling her jeans off of her, she sat in the dark purple, lace panties he bought for her, and he leaped upon her again, a hand in her hair, a hand on her ass, he could feel the heat and moisture through both garments, and he moaned with her.

Nyla's feet pressed hard on the floor, leverage to arch her back, pressing herself more firmly against him. Zevran's hand wandered up her shirt, touching her all over, making her moan and struggle briefly against her confines.

"If you wish to be unbound, you say pepper," he whispered, nipping her lip and drawing his fingers gently along her heat. Nyla nodded with a whimper, moving her hips, a frustrating layer of cloth keeping her from his touch.

"Fuck." She groaned, so close to coming at just the slightest touch, frustrated moans as she rolled her hips and he smirked at her, recognizing her desperation.

Running his hand along her thighs being mindful of her tattoo - which seemed to be healing quite well - he kissed her mouth, her neck, and her head tossed back; Zevran indulged in his opportunity to have her at his whims. Hands wandered, and he knelt between her legs, her hands still bound behind her and her ass on the edge of the chair. Parting her thighs and kissing her from knee to heat, she whimpered, groaning when he pressed his mouth against her, tonguing her through her panties.

"God, that's so frustrating!" She panted, never having spent so long on the cusp of orgasm. He nibbled her inner thigh, his nose pressing against her clit. "Fuck!" Rolling her hips provided no further contact, and no relief, and in her strong desire to reach for him Nyla had forgotten about the belt holding her to the chair. Dammit! She chuckled breathlessly and let her body go slack; his hands wandering up her shirt, pulling her bra down to bare her breasts so he could palm them as he kissed her belly, working his way back down to her heat, nibbling on her through soaked panties.

Nobody had ever done this for her; made her so unbearably aroused, teased her so completely in such a way that she became infinitely more needy. Zevran could do anything he wanted right then, and she would be an absolute yes, but all he did was tease; her skin on fire, bosom heaving, her breath coming in desperate gasps, whimpers and moans. Biting her inner thigh caused her to yelp, and at first, Nyla wasn't sure what to make of it. The sharpness of the stinging sensation faded, and she looked down at him with wide eyes.

"Bite me again."

"Oh?" He smirked, gently kissing her along her inner thigh, trying to find whether or not she liked to be bitten, surprised, or both; he bit her again.

"Fuck." She startled, whimpering as the pain dulled to a pleasant throbbing sensation akin to an orgasm. Pulling against the confines around her wrist again, she grew frustrated, she needed to touch him, this was too much, "Pepper."

"Yes, amor," he responded gently, watching her face for any signs of genuine distress. He hadn't intended to play like this, or he would have prepared her more. "Zevran is untying you now," he spoke reassuringly as he moved behind her. The belt was loose, he had no issues undoing what he had done, and the moment he freed her she stood up, facing him. He had intended to check in with her, but she had already leaped upon him, her legs around his waist, arms around the back of his neck; apparently, his girlfriend was fine.

The relief of feeling him against her chest, in her arms was even more satisfying after being deprived of it so long and she whined with the strain of it, kissing him ravenously. Strong hands cupped her ass and held her against him, returning kisses with matched fervor. Under other circumstances, Zevran would have absolutely fucked this woman against the nearest wall. Instead, he carried her, kissing her the whole way to the bedroom, dropping to his knees at the foot of the mattress on her floor.

Helping her out of her shirt, he reached behind her to unclasp her bra, kissing her neck, laying her on her back leaving them both in only their underwear. The whole of his weight resting on top of her, kissing her eager mouth, their bodies writhing together, Zevran had never in his life put so much effort into not fucking someone; he was pretty sure this was not any easier for her.

Reaching between their bodies, he ran a hand down her generous bosom, along her smooth belly and into her panties. Sliding his fingers between her folds, he kept going, the tip of two fingers resting at her entrance. He had never finger fucked her before, but he had never offered, and she had never asked. As he had anticipated, Nyla rolled her hips, fingers sliding a little inside of her.

"Oh my god." She moved her hips again, clinging to his shoulders and whining; he pushed his fingers further into her, indulging in imagining what it would feel like to feel that soft, wet pussy around him; his dick throbbed painfully beneath the confines of his briefs. Before he really had any opportunity to do anything to her, she was trembling, calling out his name, her heat constricting around his fingers. It was disappointingly easy, and unreasonably thrilling.

Still hovering over her, watching her tremble, covered in a sheen of sweat, panting and calming from her orgasm he pulled his hand from her panties and met her heated gaze. On impulse he brushed her lip with his wet fingers and she took them into her mouth hungrily, making him groan and purr things in Spanish, that, as usual, Nyla could not understand but still found incredibly sexy. Somehow, Zevran had not expected something so kinky out of her, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue meeting hers where her subtle sweetness lingered.

"Hey." Nyla managed to slow down the action so she could ask for what she wanted; something she had been fantasizing about for a few days. "Take those off, and get on your knees right there." She pointed to the floor at the edge of the mattress, licking her lips in anticipation of his cock in her mouth. Pulling off her soaked panties, she laid on her back, her head hanging over the side of the bed; smiling up at him, and he smirked back.

"Kinky, amor," he purred as she spit on her hand and grabbed his cock. "Holy shit," he chuckled, groaning at the sensation of slow strokes along his length, moving a little closer to her mouth, which he was eager for. He asked playfully, "You going to use that mouth, or is my girlfriend going to tease me all night?"

Taking him into her mouth, she giggled when he shuddered and groaned, running his hands all over her. Palming her breasts, moving his hips slowly, her mouth was soft and wet and this new experience of her tickled down his spine, making him moan for her. So much desire and love, so much kink; he mindlessly whispered in Spanish.

Nyla's unoccupied hand reached for her heat, and Zevran looked over his shoulder to check for her vibrator, normally plugged into the wall. Reaching for it he wondered, why had they never used this together before? Why didn't he know her favorite setting already?

He turned it on the lowest setting, indicating its presence with a touch to the back of her hand. He intended to hand it to her but she misunderstood his invitation, and decided to let him do it, utilizing her free hand in fondling his balls; yes, her plan was much better. Zevran groaned, gently gliding the tip of her soft pink vibrator around her clit. Her rolling hips and enthusiastic mouth and hands told him to keep going.

Letting go of his cock with one hand, she reached back and grabbed his ass, guiding his movements; he moaned at the new depths, her tongue brushing against his most sensitive places, the soft back of her throat making him shudder and send more tingling sensations down his spine. He let her control the pace; it was slow, leisurely, and driving him crazy. He waited patiently for her to move him faster, indulging in the frustrating slowness and sensations of need, grunting and groaning, one hand gliding along her soft breasts, the other holding the vibrator still as she moved her hips. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to throw her down on the bed and pound her, and even with her mouth feeling as amazing as it did, he could not keep up with her.

Her hips moved erratically, legs splayed wide open with her knees in the air, it was too sexy. This whole thing was too sexy, and Zevran pulled from her soft mouth to finish it sexy; to do anything else would be a disservice to their experience. Grabbing himself in his fist, he finished himself off so he could come with her; Nylas mouth on his balls, he groaned, leaving a mess on her breasts, and a perfect line all the way past her navel. By the time he was done making the mess - a very sexy mess he stored in his memory for the lonelier times - Nyla had turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside. Her hands lovingly caressed his legs, and she giggled intermittently.

"This is a great view, love, but I really miss seeing your face." Nyla spoke playfully, and the stars in Zevran's vision had just begun to clear. Standing on wobbly legs, he chuckled and caught himself with a palm on the wall; in a moment, Nyla was standing in front of him. "You alright?" She asked softly, a hand on his heart, the other lovingly stroking his cheek.

"Mmm hmm." Zevran nodded and sighed deeply. He was absolutely fine; sated, in love with the pretty face staring at him with unabashed care, and just wanting to get a towel so he could clean the mess he made.

"Lay down, I'm going to go clean this mess you made." She smiled and gave him a gentle kiss on the mouth; he looked tired.

Curling up in her bed to wait for her, it seemed only a few short minutes before she had returned. One thing he loved about his girlfriend; often times when she was sated and happy, she would cuddle into his arms and breathlessly giggle herself to sleep.

Zevran squeezed her close, smiling at the sound of her sleepy giggles, kissing her as they dozed. "Happy birthday, amor."

Author's Note:

I commission a lot of art for this story, and this site doesn't allow me to share it. If you would like to see the art, find me on tumblr under TurboOtaku, I tag everything for my pairing as #Zevla.

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