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"You seem nervous." Nyla looked up at him as his hand moved to his sketchbook and he flipped it to the beginning. She nudged closer to him, getting more cozy on his bed. "Are you sure you want to show me?"

He nodded, just wishing she would look at the page!

"I'd love to see this, but not if it hurts." She reached up and laid a hand on the back of his neck; a touch she knew he found to be soothing.

Zevran sighed deeply, falling into her soft stare. More sure than ever about his decision to show her, he nodded at the page and smiled. "Look."

"No one has ever drawn me before, and you drew me twice." Nyla smiled at a full body drawing of herself, mid stride with her head held high, bedroom eyes, lips in a cocky smirk. "Holy shit, Zevran. I'm hot."

"Si!" Zevran laughed; Drew her twice! "That is you looking at Zevran for the first time."

"Really?" She melted, nobody had ever done something so sweet, and she felt the urge to cry. "I look as confident and cocky as you do."

"Si." He nodded, smiling.

"You have the moment we met locked in your brain?"

"Si."

"And then you drew it?"

"Yes, amor." He reached over and turned the page.

"Oh." She held up the book in excitement; a detailed closeup of her face with a cigarette between her lips. "Oh, I love this," she whispered.

"Outside of the club. The moment we shook hands."

"Oh my god. Your memory is…" her voice trailed off and she turned the page. Several small sketches on the same page, all of them in various poses of her dancing. Beckoning with her arms, looking over her shoulder at him with a mischievous smile… she had been bold, and looked hot; she knew she was hot, but damn! "You drew me dancing?"

"Mmm hmm." He smirked, watching her closely, her tearful eyes wide with awe wandered the page.

"You are so skilled." She whispered, her heart overflowing. Nyla had no idea what to do with this new data, this secret within their relationship that he had protected.

"I can do a lot when I am inspired." He waited patiently for her to finish staring at the page.

"I inspired you?" She looked up at him, remembering words pouring from her; prose and poems about him, herself, their relationship, other aspects of her life that had seemed to shift in the wake of simply having him close to her.

"You did inspire me." He turned the page for her.

"There's more?" Nyla looked down to see a picture of herself looking distraught, perhaps confused about something; head tilted to the side, glaring, mouth in a crooked frown, skin between her eyebrows wrinkled. She couldn't help but chuckle. "What is this?"

"The moment you met Zevran's best friend Leli," he whispered, a shock of embarrassment running through him. "You were… very cute with your troubled stare."

"Hmm." Nyla could feel the lie in his explaining, but she had no idea how to point at it.

"Actually," Zevran sighed. She is doing that thing with her face again . It often seemed she could see right through him; picking up on every feeling, every mood, and even when he withheld things from her. "It told me you had interest in me, and I felt the urge to be closer to you even stronger."

"That is possibly the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me." She smiled, turned the page, and saw herself naked. "Oh."

"I was guessing," he chuckled, face feeling hot, pursing his lips. "I had no reference."

"Wildly accurate." She brought the book closer to her face and giggled. "Zev, this is wildly accurate! How did you guess I had a squishy belly?"

"I don't know, I was using my imagination. You are a woman." He spoke reverently, "Feminine, graceful, soft. Soft woman." He smiled and closed his eyes. "Zevran likes soft women. Even the words 'soft woman' make me feel things."

"I am loving every minute of this." She stared at him. Opening his eyes to meet hers, he smiled. "I'm learning more about you, Zevran."

"Look more." He relaxed, loving every moment of this, he had no idea showing her would be so fun, so light and easy; his nervousness waned. She flipped the page.

"I knew you weren't there for the bottomless coffee." Nyla smiled at herself in her work uniform. A tray of drinks in both hands, plated food lining her arms. "Those stunts are my favorite part of the job. It's so cool that you chose to draw me in my element."

"Oh? That is pretty cool!" He couldn't stop smiling. She found out he spied on her at work, and she hadn't even flinched. Is this trust?

She sighed, turning the page, another sketch, leaning over the counter and pouring his coffee. "Judging by your drawings, everything I do is sexy and elegant. Even pouring coffee." The next drawing, leaning over the table, cleavage showing, sultry stare, her hair falling from her braid in gentle wisps rested along her cheeks. "Even being a mess is elegant. Damn. God."

"Mmm," he smirked at his own work, feeling aroused just looking at her and remembering that moment of tension when she spoke breathlessly, 'I'll be back with more coffee.'

"Oh my god." She laughed hard, at the next drawing; eyes wide with surprise, a knuckle between her bared teeth in a wide smile. "I remember this moment. It's when you said what you wanted wasn't on the menu. Oh my god. I was fucking slain."

"Priceless." Resting his chin on her shoulder, she turned her head subtly so she could see him.

"Waaait." Grinning, she bit her lip and looked at the black cover of the sketchbook. "Every time you close your book when I come near you… I thought you were dropping what you were doing to offer me your full attention."

"That is definitely true."

"But you were hiding this. At the restaurant. You were actually drawing me right then?"

"Yes! You inspired me. I just..." he sighed deeply to calm his nerves, "I needed to see you."

"Zev." She flipped the pages faster, taking a moment to examine several more drawings of herself at work. "Is this book all me? What's this?" She asked, a picture of herself in a plain black skirt and white tank top, her purse hanging on her shoulder, clinging to her journal. Must have been a dress down day, with her hair out of its typical french braid in waves resting on her shoulders, a lock of hair obscuring her right eye. Head tilted, a warm smile, eyes that spoke of longing and tenderness; when did she ever look like that? In her awe, she asked absently, "What the hell is this?"

"When you walked in my tattoo parlor."

"You always draw me so pretty," she whispered, swallowing so not to cry. "It says, 'One could dream.' What's it mean?"

"One could dream their feelings are reciprocated," he spoke softly, feeling shy.

"That's beautiful." Overwhelmed, Nyla moved forward, turning the page to see a picture of herself leaning back in his tattoo chair with downcast eyes and a shy smile, his gloved hand resting on her scarred thigh. "What's this mean?" She couldn't hold back tears, and she wasn't sure why.

"Hmm." Reflecting on the emotions, startled fear, remorse, concern, tenderness… she had been grievously injured. What if she had died? What if they had never met? He would never have had the chance to love her; the realization had hit him hard and felt more true than ever. Fuck, I love her so much. "Zevran was feeling a lot of things."

"Now I'm feeling things." She turned the page and chuckled at a very detailed drawing of her startled face with her hand on her cheek; comical, sweet, and as always, so elegant. "What's this?"

"It was such a good kiss." He pointed at the lightly scrawled words at the top of the page. "Your face after you kissed me."

"You mean, when we kissed each other." She chuckled, sniffled and looked up at him.

"Nyla started it," he spoke with a confident nod. "You kissed me."

"You reciprocated," giggling, she added, "very enthusiastically."

"You still started it."

"And you drew it." She flipped the page and startled, her fingers raised to rest on her parted lips. "You drew me sleeping?"

"Yes," he whispered. "The morning after your first tattoo session."

She flipped the page. "You drew me twice while I slept?"

"You moved," Zevran shrugged, face feeling hot. "It was cute."

"You watched me sleep?"

The tension was killing him, and he had to ask. "This bothers you?" Am I creepy?

"No!" Burying her face in her hands for a moment, she wept, taking a few deep breaths to calm the unbearable sweetness she felt. "No! Oh my god... I can't think of anything more romantic." Looking at him with wide, tearful eyes she asked incredulously, "This book is all me, isn't it?"

"Yes," Zevran whispered, withholding tears; she was seeing it all, understanding him. He wasn't a creeper; the relief was stark.

"Us at breakfast," she spoke, having already seen it. She flipped the page, eager to see more. "What's this?"

"Our first dance." He pursed his lips, excitement building; he loved her so much and she was getting it, he was watching her get it. Fuck! He bit his lip, as she was coming upon that drawing… words he could not unwrite or erase because he would have been lying. Waiting for her to turn the page was torture.

"What's this?" Eyes flicked over the page in startled amazement. She was lying on her back, arms outstretched as if reaching out, a warm smile, cheeks flushed. She shook her head when she saw the words written large and prominent on the page, 'mi amore.' "What's it mean?"

"It means I wish you knew more Español," Zevran chuckled hiding behind his hands. As if showing her wasn't fucking hard enough…

"I know what it means." She brushed his hands with hers and he lowered his arms with gentle encouragement. Meeting his eyes, she spoke softly, "Zevran, I want you to say it."

Tilting his head at her, his lips parted, and words simply wouldn't happen. It shone in his eyes, spoke through a caress of her cheek, he wanted to kiss her so badly. Mi amore… With a slow gesture, one finger in the air, he nodded. Crawling across the bed to his bedside table he picked up his stack of sketchbooks.

Too much for Nyla as she melted completely, responding to his tender and shy gaze with a smile. Kneeling in front of her, he fanned them out; books labeled two through seven.

"Book seven is only half full, mi amore."

"Let me get this straight." Sitting up on her knees, her gaze jumped back and forth from Zevran to the sketchbooks; her heart could explode. "Have you been illustrating our relationship since the day we met?"

"Si, mi amore," he purred, smiling with a patient nod.

Blinking to clear tears in her eyes, she sniffled. "That's actually the most beautiful thing I have heard in my entire life."

Zevran smiled and jumped up from his bed, reaching for her hand. He had been afraid to share, and now he felt safe. Now he was ready, and excitement replaced trepidation.

"Oh lord, what now?" Nyla chuckled, following his lead. He guided her to stand in front of a covered canvas settled on an easel. "Oh no." She sighed, already on the brink of tears; he unveiled his art with a gentle pull on the corner of a silk sheet; Nyla gasped. "This is the one you just finished? Had to start over?"

"The first version, it came out wrong. Sometimes the art does what it wants, and Zevran does not agree, so I painted over it with two coats of white. The painting needed..." his voice trailed off and he paused to take a deep breath; it was harder to say than he had imagined. "Something." I should have said the other thing, he cringed and bit his lip.

"It's so beautiful." She stared in awe at their nude forms; so vulnerable, Zevran sitting behind her, his arms around her covered all but her cleavage, their arms entwined, hands clasped together, his chin resting on her shoulder, her head tilted, to rest against his. "It's so perfect." Nyla stepped closer, hugging herself, lower lip quivering, staring at the way his legs entwined with hers in the painting, peace and softness in their eyes. "The way you capture emotion-" She began, interrupted by his touch.

Wrapping his arms around her, he rested his chin on her shoulder and her head tilted to rest against his; he decided to say the other thing. "The painting felt incomplete. The painting did not feel right until Nyla had her Zevran. Now the painting is right. Perfect." Holding her tighter as she wept, he continued, "So many things I wished I had said, when I thought I lost you. Say everything just in case, no?" He paused, smiling when she nodded. "I choose you. I will always choose you. I love you."

Turning her head to meet his eyes, their lips a breath apart, Nyla whispered, "Te amo, brave Zevran." I love you. "I have wanted to say that for so long."

Tender gazes locked, Zevran rested a palm on her cheek with a gentle kiss accompanied by a mutual, satisfied sigh. Nyla turned toward him, wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and melted into the golden-brown eyes of the man she loved. Smirking at him, Nyla bit her lip and cocked her head.

Zevran grinned, so sexy and warm. I am going to fuck this woman to death , he thought as they leaped at each other. Kissing feverishly, hands wandered with unbridled enthusiasm, pulling at each others clothing.

Zevran had this planned for months: First, he would get her naked, romantic and slow, caressing and kissing… maybe take his shirt off to feel her bare calves on his back while he used his mouth on her, to get her warmed up, nice and wet for him; perhaps even getting her off if it seemed appropriate. Then he would make love to her; giving and taking pleasure at their leisure. Then, after a bit of rest, cuddling, perhaps a short nap, he would plough her in several different positions until she screamed and her legs were rendered temporarily useless.

Zevran wondered why he bothered planning anything with her as she pulled his shirt over his head; within a minute Nyla had him naked with his pants around his ankles, and already had her own shirt off. Chuckling and groaning against her mouth, Zevran unclasped her bra with a quick snap of his fingers. Moving his hands down her bare back to push down her pants, they were already gone, so he grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her tight against him.

It had been over two years since Nyla had last gotten laid, and she was not inclined to waste a moment in making it happen. She kissed him ravenously, his hands squeezing her ass, his cock pressed against her abdomen and her hands wandered Zevran's back pulling him tight against herself.

Breaking their kiss, Zevran lifted her, and long legs wrapped eagerly around his waist. Immediately her mouth was on his neck, lavishing him with wet, eager kisses, working her way up to his jaw as he made his way to the bed. With his girlfriend clinging tightly to him, he climbed onto the bed to lay her down gently, settling between her legs, hovering above her. Their hands wandered, indulgent kisses and needy moans. Zevran pulled away breathlessly to look into her dark eyes.

Loving stares and smiles, breathless giggles; Nyla wiggled her hips beneath him, a hard cock teased, gliding along her pink.

"Mmm." Zevran grumbled with a lopsided smile. "Needy Nyla."

"You're teasing me." She chuckled breathlessly, her insides quivering in anticipation. "I love you," she whispered, "I love it when you tease me."

"Te amo, Nyla," he whispered, kissing her, pausing to whisper again, "Te amo."

Her hand lowered between them to stroke him with a tight fist. Zevran groaned against her mouth as she rubbed the head of his cock along her slick folds; Nyla aligned him with her entrance, moving her hips in needy anticipation. Following her lead with a desire to give her exactly what she wanted, he pressed into her.

"Oh fuck." Nyla pulled from the kiss to gasp, the gentle intrusion making her skin tingle all over; slow movement, filling her inch by inch, she clung to his biceps and moaned, "Oh my fucking god. Right there. Oh fuck!"

Zevran bit his lip, slick heat enveloped him, eliciting pleasured gasps and a desire to move. She trembled with eyes half closed, fingers clinging hard to his biceps. He had known all along she was going to be fun to fuck, already getting off the moment he penetrated her. "Mmm… right where, amor?"

"Right there," she gasped, rolling her hips, the slightest friction setting her off. "I'm-" she panted, her head tossed back, and the first wave rolled through her; thighs squeezing around his waist, legs shaking uncontrollably, she moaned so loud for him.

"Right everywhere, amor?" He crooned with a smile, resting his forehead against hers. Shifting onto his forearms to rest his weight on her, he rolled his hips and she came again, gasping and clinging to him desperately; Zevran loved his loud girlfriend more than he had words to express. Kissing her pretty face, her jaw and neck, he wondered what to do with someone so orgasmic. His girlfriend required no effort, no special tricks or positions… what was he supposed to do? Simply enjoy himself?

"You're perfect." Nyla whispered against his lips. Running hands along his back, undulating her hips, using her legs to leverage herself for more movement; his weight pinned her down, holding her still. "Making me squirm? Trying to make me beg for it? Because I will."

Moving his hips with a breathy moan, he grabbed her arms and pinned them on either side of her head, drawing his hands along them to clasp hers. Rough, hurried movements expressed passion, so intimate, holding hands and fucking at the same time; so perfect, so them. He groaned against her mouth as she came again with a squeal, her hips rolling to meet his, Nyla's long legs wrapped firm around his waist.

Moaning, burying his face in her neck, Nyla tilted her head with a whimper, encouraging kisses and nibbles. His body heavy on her and hips writhing, commingled sweat and breathy moans; every inch, every part of him felt better than any dream or fantasy. A mirror caught her eye giving an immaculate side-view of them, Zevran's muscular arms and back flexing and relaxing with exertion. Such an erotic view, her belly fluttered and back arched, "Fucking… fuck! Yes! Right there!"

Feeling her pussy so tight around him, Zevran gasped and cursed, letting go of delicate hands to hold himself up so he could look down at her, the gentle slap of skin against skin reverberating around them. So lovely and sweet, the way she panted and writhed; the blush of her cheeks, chest and shoulders, her sweat dampened skin, kiss-swollen lips parted with gasping breath, eyes on his. Nyla caressed his arms, back, and chest, cupping his cheek and drawing her thumb along his lower lip. "Te amo, Zevran," she crooned, "I love the way you fuck me."

"Too good, Nyla," he whispered, her sweet voice saying naughty things a hot button for him, and he slowed to prolong their love-making. "Shit," he hissed, baring his teeth and shaking his hair from his eyes.

"Going to come for me, my love?" She purred, biting her lip. "You always clench your jaw when you're close," Nyla caressed his face gently, "And your nose scrunches just like that."

"Fuck." He shuddered, indulging in slow strokes and the soft sound of their bodies meeting. "I will if you keep talking to me like that," he whispered with a breathy chuckle, tucking his knees beneath her thighs.

"Come on, Zevran." She purred with a sultry smile, grabbing his ass and writhing her hips, encouraging him to move. "Fuck me, Zev. Hard. Fucking pound me."

Wow! Fuck! Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he leaned over, resting his palms flat on the bed; the faces Nyla made as he gave her the pounding she asked for thrilled him.

"Oh god!" Nyla wailed, her hands looking for something to hold onto; she grabbed his thighs and held on tight. "Oh my fucking god yes! Yes! Right there!"

"Nyla!" Zevran growled resting his full weight on her, the impulse to bite so strong as he felt contracting muscles in his gut. Grabbing the skin of her shoulder between his teeth, he groaned, pressing into her. Rolling his hips as she squeezed tight around him again, drawing his orgasm from him, making him moan and bite and hips stutter until he was spent.

"Did you just hear Zevran yell?" Anders asked Leliana as he closed the front door behind them.

"I didn't hear anything." Leliana frowned, glaring at the stairs to his room. "He better not yell at her."

"He doesn't occur to me as the type to go off like that, but you never know." Anders shrugged. "At least they're talking. Trying to work shit out."

"They will." She sat at the table and picked up a deck of cards. "And now that we have no interruptions." Smirking, she held it up between two fingers and wiggled her eyebrows. "You ready?"

Anders returned her smirk and went to the kitchen drawer, pulling out a second deck of cards. Holding it up he purred, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." She rubbed her hands together in greedy anticipation, warming them. Reaching into the box, she pulled out the cards. Holding two cards up and steady on the table, Anders picked picked up a third, placing it flat on top of the two vertically-standing cards. "Perfect," Leliana whispered as she loosened her hold on the cards and they stood perfectly still. "Perfect. So satisfying."

"You know," Nyla spoke, her head resting on his chest as he twirled her hair around his fingers and smiled. "I really do love you. I wasn't just trying to get in your pants."

"Bullshit," Zevran whispered, smiled shyly, chuckling at her tilted head and raised eyebrows. With kiss swollen lips, her cheeks still flushed, that amazing sex-hair; Zevran needed to draw her, and he didn't have to resist the impulse anymore. Looking around at scattered sketchbooks on the bed, he saw what he was looking for. "Reach there, amor, and hand me book seven. Right there beneath your right leg. Yes. Thank you." Reaching over to the bedside table, he picked up a pencil.

"Are you about to draw me again?" Nyla smiled placing gentle kisses on his solar plexus.

"Mmm hmm," he smirked, finding the first clean page. So sweetly satisfying, drawing her with her sitting right there, watching him draw, knowing what he was drawing. "Te amo," he whispered as his pencil scratched across the page.

"What moment are you drawing?" Nyla peppered his skin with kisses, and he glanced up at her with a smile.

"The moment you spoke 'I really do love you.'"

"Why?" She asked with a gentle nibble on his belly.

"Hmm." Loving her attention, her curiosity, the way she generously kissed him and draped over him, he could feel how their love-making had relaxed something between them. "Your face as you said it. Gentle, and… what word? Bright? Light? Like a sunrise and a warm breeze. It stuck in my memory, and I want to see it on this paper."

"Is that why you draw them? To relive a memory over and over?"

"Yes!" He grinned, pausing his sketching to meet her curious gaze. "Yes, exactly! Pictures with my phone changes things. I take a picture of you but it sometimes doesn't look like what I see. When I draw, it comes out exactly as I see… you going to cry, amor?"

"I might." She blinked away tears, smiled and sighed, loving the sound of his pencil on paper. His eyes flicked up at her briefly as she sat up, and distinct hunger shone in his eyes, the way his tongue flicked against his lips. Taking a moment to clean up scattered sketchbooks, she crawled away from him and off the bed. Nyla went to his computer, making a show of bending over to wake it up with a click of the mouse.

Watching her from the corner of his eye, he picked up the pace with his sketching. She turned on some music with an appreciative sigh. Playing a song he recognized, 'Cigarettes and Red Wine' by Ella Fence, his girlfriend started dancing slowly, gracefully. Naked. In his room. Her breasts wavered. So appealing, her hips moving side to side; he would have to draw her again later.

How it pained him to leave a drawing unfinished, but damn... naked, dancing girlfriend tested his resolve. His eyes lifted from the paper to watch her dance. As if he wasn't right there. As if she wasn't naked. He loved his shameless, cocky, sexy girlfriend with long legs and big, round breasts and that soft little belly. Biting his lip, he remembered with excitement; they can bang now. No more holding back, no more saying no, no more reining in passion or withholding love.

His heated stare piqued her attention and she flirted with her eyes, held his gaze and started a slow crawl across the bed; Zevran didn't know if he wanted to leap on her or wait to see what she would do. Holy shit! He was drowning her, in love and desire, and did she have any idea what she was doing to him? He closed the sketchbook, and put it aside.

"I hope you don't have plans to use those long legs for anymore dancing tonight." His eyes flicked over wavering bosom and hips moving side to side as she proceeded toward him.

"Oh? Are you going to wear me out?" she purred, swinging one leg over his waist, straddling him. "Are you flirting with me, or is that really a thing?"

"Mmm." Running hands all over her, she moved her hips, so wet, folds sliding over his dick in the most thrilling way. "Let's find out."

"I like the sound of that." Her palms glided over his chest and arms, teasing them both with writhing hips. Leaning down for indulgent kisses, her breasts pressed against his chest. Zevran grabbed her ass with both hands, thrilling her with the strength of his arms, eager movement, his appreciative groans. Moving just right, he slid inside her, and she pulled from their kiss to let out a lusty moan. "Oh… fucking, damn… you feel so good," she spoke breathlessly as he held onto her ass, guiding her.

"Yes…" he hissed, teasing them both with slow strokes. She kissed him with a greedy mouth, her hands caressing his arms, his face; her touch, kisses felt perfect, her body fit against his as if she belonged there, her long legs tense along his body, and breasts rubbed against his chest.

Sitting up with her ass still held firm in his palms, he moved her more vigorously, with gentle moans against her mouth.

Anders tilted his head in befuddlement. "Do you hear-"

"Yes." Leliana spoke quickly with a giggle. "How could I not?"

The rhythmic sound of two bodies on a soft mattress carried downstairs. "Oh god… oh fuck me! Fuck! Zevran! Yes!"

"So... they've made up." Anders placed a card carefully upon the two Leliana held in place.

"They seem to have made a significant development in their relationship." She surveyed their house of cards, "Right there," she pointed, and then reached for two cards.

Thumping sounds intensified. "Right there! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Are you sure?" Anders furrowed his brow in concentration and bit his lip as he laid another card atop of the cards Leliana held.

"Lovely." She reached for two more cards.

Sitting up on his knees, they held tight to each other, his hands still squeezing her glorious ass, moving his arms and hips, pounding into her, making her come over and over, so tight around him; fuck she was fun to fuck and he loved her so much.

"Zev!" Fingers pressed into his back, toes curled and her belly fluttered, he filled her so perfectly. Wanting to move with him, she couldn't, as she had no leverage, and muscular arms controlled every movement. "Oh god… yes… like that! Holy fuck! " She hit another peak, her head tossed back and he pushed hard into her, intensifying it and making her moan so loud for him. "Ohhhhh god!"

"Te amo, Nyla." He smiled for her with a breathy chuckle as her head rose and their eyes locked.

"Holy shit, Zevran. I fucking love you," Nyla panted, her mouth on his again as he lowered her onto her back.

Sitting up, Zevran lifted her bottom, resting her on his thighs. So reactive and vocal, he couldn't wait to hear what would come out of his lovely woman's mouth next. Closing her legs, he held his cock in his hand, leaning subtly back to watch himself disappear into her with a satisfied moan. So tight, so wet and warm, he groaned with her, bent her legs at the knee and crossed his arms, rested his forearms on the front of her calves.

"Ohhh shit!" Nyla panted, her hands grabbing for his thighs, to touch him anywhere, to have something to hold onto as new sensations and arose and the impending orgasm had her brace herself. He fucked her slowly at first, looking down at her with a smirk as he drove her crazy.

"Feel good, amor?" He spoke softly, biting his lip. She met his eyes with a breathless moan. More pressure from his forearms on her legs, bending her knees more, he pressed more deeply into her. Her eyes and mouth went wide, fingers dug into his thighs. "Right there, amor?"

"You cocky-" she began with a breathless chuckle, and he moved his hips faster, making her forget his satisfied smirk. "Yes! Right there holy fuck! Oh shit!"

"I'd like a cup of tea." Leliana spoke as Anders placed another card on the two she held. "You?"

"Mmm hmm." Anders slowly backed away from the table to survey their work. "It's getting too high, you think? Maybe we should go wider."

The distinct-yet-muffled sound of flesh against flesh carried to them, and of course, the desperate wailing of poor Nyla. "Oh! Oh Zev! I'm coming! Oh god! Oh god! Yes! Oh god! OHHHH!"

"You think?" Leliana surveyed, walking a circle around the table. "I suppose we could go wider first, then taller."

Bed thumping, skin against skin, "Oh fuck! Fuck! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh my god! Oh my god! Zevran!"

Leliana spoke a little louder as she picked up the kettle and filled it with water, "Though, if we go much higher, I'll have to stand on a chair, or you'll have to solo it."

Sounds intensified, slapping sounds faster, Zevran's voice a muffled cadence of indistinguishable words in the distance, unlike Poor Nyla. "Yes! Like that! Harder! Oh fuck! Oh god yes! I'm coming! AAAHH!"

"I think let's go wider first, so it's more stable at the base. I think that may have been where we went wrong last time." Anders nodded.

"I think you're right. We went too high, too soon, last time."

Shaking sweat dampened hair from his eyes, Zevran panted, pushed her legs open, and laid on top of her, just wanting to feel her close to him; breasts against his chest, long legs around him, he fucked her vigorously, claiming her mouth with his own, moaning against her lips, tasting their sweat.

Extending his arms to rest on his palms, he placed them next to her head so he could roll his hips, pounding hard into her, watching her move inch by inch closer to the headboard. "Ah. Fuck. Yes. Nyla." He groaned, feeling her come around him again and her legs splayed wide open. Nope, not this position. Way too good, way too easy to accidentally go off, he pulled away from her, sitting up on his knees and looking down at her.

"God damn." Nyla panted with a chuckle, smiling up at him and running her hands along his arms. "You could let me do some of the work. Some reverse cowgirl?"

"Oh?" Zevran purred, straddling her thigh and lifting her other leg to rest it on his shoulder. He rolled his hips and groaned, gently nipping her calf. "Does my Nyla favor this position?"

"I like this one." She gasped, tingling sensations shivering through her core and up her spine, making her shudder and moan. "Oh my god," she whispered, her back arching.

"Come for me again, mi amore?" Zevran purred, feeling the telltale tension of her inner muscles. She panted, head tilting back, she couldn't reach him, needed something to grab. Whispering sweet nothings in Spanish, Zevran looked upon her in awe as graceful arms reached out to her sides to grab the sheets, and she pulled; knuckles white, back arched, head tossed back, she moaned, long and loud.

Trembling, she let go of the sheets, senses so far gone she forgot to swear or shout anything. Strong arms pulled her up, pulled her into a tight embrace, lips on her neck and chest, she whimpered at the gentle movement of him inside of her as she straddled his thighs.

"Okay amor?" Zevran held her close, stroking her cheek.

"Mmm hmm." She chuckled breathlessly opening her eyes to meet his soft, mirthful gaze. Glowing with the blush of his exertion and a sheen of sweat, Nyla took a moment to bask in his loving stare; his lips subtly swollen from eager and plentiful kisses, wisps of stringy, sweat-dampened hair laid against his cheeks and she smiled for him. Wrapping her arms around him and leaning in for a kiss, she whispered, "You have epic sex hair."

"Because Zevran is having epic sex," he whispered back, eager for more kisses, more of her loving touch, the taste of her sweat and the roll of her hips. Her arms wrapped around his neck, she kissed him eagerly, her hips undulating, whimpering and groaning her pleasure. "Te amo," Zevran whispered with a breathy groan as she rocked her hips.

Placing her feet flat on the bed, her arms around the back of his neck to stabilize herself, she slowly moved up and down, indulging in the sight of Zevran in the throes of pleasure; his eyes half closed, lips parted, breathy moans with every downstroke. "I love you," Nyla whispered between gentle moans, "te amo. You're so beautiful, Zevran. So much love for you. I am yours."

"Beautiful." Zevran met her eyes, transfixed by her lusty gaze. "Te amo." Her legs trembled and he held her, lifted her off of his cock, and settled her on her knees in front of himself. "Turn around, preciosa."

As Nyla turned around eagerly she wondered, why didn't I think of this!? From her hands and knees she looked back at him to see Zevran stroking his cock indulgently, looking at her ass and inching closer to her, and her belly clenched in a little orgasm that made her body shudder and her eyes flutter closed.

"I saw that," Zevran smirked with a sultry purr, dragging the head of his dick along her swollen folds. Whispering in Spanish, giving her something sexy to hear, he watched his cock glide into her, withdrawing again so slowly just to indulge in the sight of it.

"Zevran." Nyla's forearms hit the bed, and she trembled. "Oh, so good," she gasped and held the bedsheets in her fists. "Harder," she whimpered, and he did not comply, so thrusted back, her thighs meeting his with a gentle slap. "Oh shit… oh my god…" She gasped, moaning with him, stomach clenching in anticipation of riding him to another orgasm.

"We're out of milk." Leliana sighed. "Shit. We were supposed to get it while we were out."

"Oh!" Anders piped up. "I'll go get some."

"No it's alright. I'll just take my tea black." Leliana pouted. "I'd rather-"

The dull sound of a creaking mattress began again.

"I'd rather work on our project." She spoke a little louder and set their tea cups on the counter, so not to disturb the table.

"I don't mind." Anders shrugged. "I'd be back in twenty minutes."

The mattress creaked faster, the sound of skin on skin; rhythmic sounds grew in volume and intensity.

"Thanks, but this is fine. In lieu of being out of milk, I made myself a nice earl grey vanilla and rose blend, with subtle notes of almond and orange peel." Leliana sipped her tea and stared at their house of cards. "You think it's wide enough yet?"

A feminine gasp and cry echoed through the house, "Oh god! Oh god! Yes! Zev! I love you, Zevran!'

"Awww, she said she loves him." Anders handed Leliana two cards. "It sounds nice, new blend?"

"Yes!" Leliana excitedly held the cup out to him. "I mail ordered it! I didn't tell you?"

"I love you!" Nyla called out, reaching behind herself, grasping his thighs, gasping, head tossed back. Wet kisses on the back of her neck, his hands wandering, grasping her breasts, he glided a hand lower to stroke her folds. "Oh! Oh! Like that! Yes! Oh holy fuck yes!" She stilled as he worked her, his hips moving fast, and hand stroking her with practiced ease. "Fuuuck!" Nyla cried out, and a splash hit his legs.

"Fuck." Zevran growled. That was too hot. Squirting girlfriend was too fucking hot. That was too much.

Grabbing her hands from his thighs, he nudged them toward the headboard, rested her hands on it, and laced his fingers with hers. He pounded her, on the cusp of his own completion, breathy growls and moans, she squealed, the headboard knocked into the wall over and over, bed creaking furiously, the sharp and frenzied slap of skin on skin; too sexy.

"Nyla..." he groaned desperately, leaning over her, burying his face in her neck to bite. Rolling his hips in long hard strokes, he pounded his screaming girlfriend until he groaned her name again in the midsts of his shuddering orgasm. Hips stuttering to a halt, he panted. Groaning breathlessly with her in his arms, he managed to unclench his teeth after a few moments, leaving a bite mark on her neck; it made him happy.

Pulling her down to the bed with him, he chuckled breathlessly with her as she turned to face him, and they curled up in each other's arms.

"Jesus god." Nyla whimpered, still catching her breath.

"Okay, amor?" Zevran let loose another breathless, contented chuckle, running a hand through her sweat-dampened hair and lavishing her face with kisses.

"No." She laughed again, her breath slowing, basking in his post-coital affection. "My entire life is… completely different now. God damn."

"Mmm." They cuddled closer, legs tangled, her hand lovingly caressed his back.

"I am ravenously hungry, and I need a lot of water." She sighed, opening her eyes to see his blissful stare. "Stop looking at me like that, before we fuck each other to death."

Zevran laughed. They laid together, listening to the hearts and breath of each other until they grew calm and relaxed.

"Food, amor?" Reluctantly, Zevran pulled away from their sweaty, sexy, dreamy, sheet-tangled cocoon. Looking around his room, paintings were askew on his walls, several items including a lamp fell off one of his end tables, and bedcovers and pillows were strewn about haphazardly. Placing the lamp back on the table, he smiled at the detritus that was once his bedroom, and found some pants. "I'll go find us something."

"No!" Nyla sat up. "I'm coming."

"Mmm hmm," he spoke with a chuckle, "This is normal."

"You." She chuckled, her head feeling clear and light despite the sex that had just happened to her.

Zevran handed her his t-shirt. "I cannot seem to locate your clothes. All I see is… one tennis shoe."

Pulling on his shirt, Nyla crawled across the bed; Zevran picked her up and placed her on her feet with a dreamy kiss.

"My legs!" Nyla wobbled around, with a chuckle, clinging to him for stability.

"Ha!" Zevran pointed at her, "See!?"

"It's a thing!" Nyla clung to him, "My legs are useless!"

Turning around, he helped her onto his back and proceeded toward the kitchen.

"Almost there." Leliana's palms were sweating as she watched Anders lay the last card along the four cards she held up.

"Don't move, that's perfect." Anders whispered, concentrating, his fingers jerked, and they paused with held breath; nothing fell over. The cards stacked perfectly, and they backed away slowly, staring at their creation in awe.

"We did it." Leliana beamed, "We used every card!" Giggles and footfalls sounded down the stairs. "Zev! We did it!" Leliana called out triumphantly.

"What a coincidence! So did we!" Zevran called back.

"They're here?" Nyla buried her face in the back of Zevran's neck as he proceeded toward the kitchen.

"Of course they are here, amor. They live here. Where else would they be?"

"I..." Nyla sputtered, stuttered, and lost her shit. "I would have at least attempted to be quieter!"

"As if!" Zevran spoke with a lighthearted chuckle. "Screamer."

Her face felt hot. She wanted to melt through the floor, then die, then get to the other side and melt through the floor again, and then die in the afterlife. "Oh my fucking god!"

"Save it for the bedroom, Sketchbook Girl." Anders teased in a sing-song voice, still staring in awe and wonderment at their creation..

"That's why you call me Sketchbook Girl!" She pressed her face harder against the back of Zevran's neck. "Oh fuck!"

"Also for the bedroom." Anders withheld laughter.

"GOD DAMN!"

"This is too easy," Anders chuckled. "Like someone we know."

"Zevran!" Nyla pleaded for help, but he was too busy shaking with silent giggles. "Fuck!"

"She's still going on, even in the kitchen," Leliana tsked, shaking her head.

"Take me upstairs?" Nyla cringed when they laughed. "I hate everything!"

"We are just grabbing snacks and water." Zevran tiptoed through, smiling, mindful of their finally completed project.

"Wait, they have seen the sketchbooks!?" Nyla died even harder, clinging to Zevran, "That's not what I look like naked!"

"Nooo." Zevran chuckled. "Not at all wildly accurate." Grabbing their bag of cookies from the cupboard, Nyla clung to him.

"Why do you hate me?" Nyla was well past the point of rage and on the cusp of crumbling into a pile of defeated laughter. "Zevran, why do you hate me?"

"No, no, amor." He grabbed a few bottles of water from the fridge. "Zevran loves you, but... he also loves to see you crumble in despair."

"We heard." Anders spoke wryly.

"We are going back upstairs now." Zevran stopped to smile at his friends, and to torment his precious girlfriend for a moment longer.

"Try to keep it down, hmm?" Leliana stared at their prized house of cards and smirked, trying hard not to laugh.

"Okay," Nyla spoke, sounding defeated. "You know..."

All eyes pointed at Nyla, and she smiled a wicked smile. Her arm shot out, and with a spoken, playful, "Boop!" the house of cards tumbled over. Cards slid off the table, onto the floor, and she giggled at the card that went zipping away to end up beneath the oven.

"Well played, amor," Zevran said with a smile. His girlfriend cheered up, he took her back to his room for a snack and another romp.

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. This week, the art is NSFW *palms on cheeks* :O

Alternatively, you can follow me on Archive of Our Own under TurboNerd, where I embed the art in the chapters.