The old amphitheatre that served as an outdoor cinema was the place to spend an evening in the tent village, especially for couples. No one in the audience seemed to mind that the screen occasionally swayed in a gust of wind, or that the sound system was less than stellar. And tonight's movie, Hightown Hijinks, wasn't really about witty dialogue, anyway.

The movie was set in Kirkwall, and followed the adventures of a group of upper class kids who were doing their best to overcome the terrible ennui of being rich and privileged. More than once, Megan rolled her eyes at their self-indulgent whining, but then again, watching four beautiful young people enjoy drugs and sex in various attractive settings had its charms.

The lead character was a dark-haired guy with a pouty mouth and a defiant attitude. His looks and accent reminded her a little of Carver, and that made her sad and horny at the same time. Which was a complicated state of mind to be in.

Next to her, Zevran was lounging on the rough stone bench, one hand resting casually on her thigh. He seemed to be enjoying the movie, though it was hard to tell, since she couldn't see his features clearly in the dim light. Now and then, he flashed her a quick smile, and whenever the onscreen action got more heated, she felt his fingers tighten on her leg, promising good things for later, after the movie.

She was a little surprised when, about halfway through the screening, he put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer, almost into his lap. For all his blatant sensuality, Zevran wasn't really given to public displays of affection. Megan was still struggling with the exact terms of their relationship. She was actually a little disappointed about his lack of what she thought of as typical boyfriend behaviour. Zevran was just as nice and helpful and attentive as he had been before they'd first slept together. But, there was no cuddling, no possessive hold around her waist, no kissing in quiet corners, at least not during the day. And yet, they had spent every single night together for the past two weeks, and the sex had been mind-blowing, to say the least.

His lips were on her neck now, soft and teasing, while his hand began to move in soft circles on her thigh, finding the bare skin on top of her high stockings, then slowly moving further and further up until he reached the hem of her short skirt. Megan's body responded with embarrassing swiftness. Already, her nipples were stiff and aching, even the slight brush of her shirt's fabric against them a delicious torture, and her panties were damp enough to cling to her flesh. It didn't help that the couple on the screen was moaning unrestrainedly in simulated ecstasy. Nor were they the only ones who were feeling inspired by them, judging from the sounds she could pick up from the couples around them.

Zevran shifted a little in his seat and she couldn't resist placing a hand on his thigh, too. He made a small noise of agreement and reached for his leather jacket, spreading it over both their laps like a blanket, as if he was worried she might be cold. It was a bit chilly, but Megan was pretty sure that wasn't his real motivation. When she cupped him through his tight jeans, her suspicions were confirmed. He was unapologetically hard, and he made no objection whatsoever when she unbuttoned his fly and wrapped a hand around him.

Carefully, she ran her hand up and down his impressive length, nearly moaning aloud when he retaliated by slipping two fingers past her panties and between her moist folds.

"Ah, cara." His face was buried in her hair, and she was proud to realize that his voice, low and seductive, was a little shaky with need. "Just you wait. As soon as we're alone, I'm going to make love to you properly and you're going to come so hard you scream in my arms."

Megan's breath hitched at his words, and she clenched around his fingers, biting back a giggle when he responded with a quick, jerky thrust, clearly unable to stop his hips from moving.

"Think you're going to last long enough?" Tightening her grip around his cock, she whispered back, feeling a wild rush of power when he stifled a groan by biting down hard on her shoulder. "Don't you want to come right now, right here?"

Zevran laughed breathlessly in her ear. "Ah. You like this, don't you? The thrill, the risk, the thought that someone will realize what we're doing, no?" He punctuated his words with brief, shallow thrusts of his fingers, and Megan had to hide her face against his neck to stop herself from moaning out loud.

"Still..." Deftly, he caught her hand, pulling it away from his pulsing cock and up to his face, kissing her palm passionately. "I'd rather keep a bit of that delicious tension for later. And avoid making one hell of a mess," he added with an almost comical grimace, tucking himself away quickly.

Megan couldn't believe her ears. And, more importantly, she really didn't want to hear what he was saying. Now that he had pulled back his hand, she felt empty. More than anything, she wanted to be touched by him again, wanted it so badly that it was difficult to see straight. And she wanted to touch him, too, wanted to feel him swell in her hand, wanted to hear his stifled gasp as he came.

"Zev, please." She almost whined in his ear. "Don't do this to me. I need you. I can't wait."

A shiver went through his body at her words, and he hesitated only for a moment before he got to his feet, pulling her with him. Fortunately, their seats were near the end of a row rather than in the middle, so they didn't have to disturb more than a few people, and they reacted with good-natured jibes rather than annoyance.

Megan didn't care either way. Willingly, she followed Zevran into the shadow of the trees, moaning without a trace of shame when he propped her up against a tree and pushed her skirt impatiently up, out of the way. He didn't bother taking off her panties, just shoved them further aside, baring her to his touch and to the cool evening air. There were people out there in the dark surrounding them, and she could hear muted noises, some of them sounding suspiciously similar to their own moans and gasps. It made her feel dirty and exposed, and a bit cheap, but at the same time it sent such a thrill of excitement through her body that she swayed on her feet.

"Shhh." Zevran's hand was warm and steady on her hips.

Somehow, he'd managed to put on a condom, and now he was hitching her left leg up high on his waist, guiding himself inside her with his other hand and it was... Megan couldn't have held back the long, low whine escaping her mouth, not even to save her life. There was a brief burst of laughter nearby, and then she heard someone move away from them, two or three people by the sound of it, chuckling and exchanging suggestive comments. It was embarrassing as hell, but at the same time, Megan really, truly didn't care.

How could she, with Zevran filling her so wonderfully, his cock spreading her open, pinning her to the rough tree bark behind her, his breath hot and urgent in her ear? He didn't bother with refinement, didn't even try to make it last. This was going to be rough and fast, had to be, of necessity. The position was too uncomfortable and awkward to keep up for any longer stretch of time.

Still, as far as Megan was concerned, the extra excitement made up quite nicely for any drawbacks. Zevran felt different inside her like this, hitting her in new and unexpected places, and everything was so tight, so intense, almost more than she could handle. And they were both so far gone already, both of them half-crazy with desire, unable to take it slow.

Megan came first, with a last helpless cry, but Zevran wasn't far behind. He had to steady himself with one hand against the tree as he pulled out of her, his legs shaking with the effort, but he was laughing, a light, exhilarated laugh.

"Maker, Megan." He shook his head. "You are incredible."

They never found out how the movie ended, but Zevran didn't care that much anyway. There was no doubt in his mind that they had found a much better way to spend the evening. As they made their way back to the tent, he kept reliving every single moment in his mind: Megan's moans as he pushed inside her; the incredible sensation of her tight, hot body around his cock; the mad intensity of his orgasm, buzzing all the way through him, from his head down to his toes… So fucking good!

Outside their tent, they ran into Morrigan and Sten, who had spent the evening discussing politics with a group of students from an elite business college at Kinloch Hold.

Morrigan was full of contempt for their opinions and attitudes. "'We have to honour tradition', they said. Kept on about how the status quo benefitted everyone in the long run, and how academic neutrality was a vital part of the scientific discourse." She snorted. "They've got their noses buried so deep in their books they can't even see how far removed from the realities of modern Thedas they are. Stupid, self-obsessed, ignorant bores!"

Sten grunted his approval, and Zevran made the appropriate affirmative noises, but he wasn't really listening.

Megan, too, seemed to be a little bored by the topic. Instead, her gaze was focussed on a group of green canvas tents someone had erected right next to their lot. They looked sturdy and well-used, each of them big enough for four or five people. The same badge was printed on every tent, a charging mabari with the letters BSF under it. As Zevran watched, a small troop of boys approached, marching in file and belting out a campfire song with considerable enthusiasm. They were about 12 or 13 years old and dressed in uniforms. A tall young man with blond hair led them to the tents and motioned for them to get inside.

Zevran nudged Megan with his elbow. "What in Andraste's name-"

"Scouts," she replied, frowning. "See the badge? BSF, for Boy Scouts of Ferelden. My brother used to be in the local troop in Amaranthine. They're all about honour, patriotism, and the great outdoors." She sighed, rolling her eyes skywards. "Great. Nothing like a bunch of overeager teenage boys to ruin your camping experience. I just hope they won't stay long."

Zevran grinned. "We can always leave if they get too annoying. Where would you like to go next, eh?"

He ran an affectionate hand down her slim back, but Megan hardly seemed to hear him. She was still staring over at the tents, where the young man was now squatting with his back to them, talking to a small boy with a large bruise on his knee. The kid was sniffling and looked ready to cry, but then the man said something that made his face light up in a bright smile. With a gentle pat on the kid's shoulder, the guy sent him off to follow the others before getting to his feet and turning around to face them.

Megan gave a small cry of surprise. "Maker, it's really him! I thought I was imagining things. What is he doing here?" Ignoring Zevran's questioning look, she walked a few steps toward the young man, raising her voice. "Alistair? Alistair Theirin? Is that you?"

Huge hugs and thanks to suilven for all her help and support!