The air in the living room was stale and stuffy when she woke. No wonder, with four people crammed into it and the window closed against the cold night air. Megan sat up as quietly as she could, trying not to wake the others. She could just barely make out their faces in the dim light. Morrigan, who had claimed the couch, somehow managed to look flawless and serene, even in her sleep. Sten was snoring softly, his huge body looking even bulkier inside the quilted sleeping bag. Next to him, Alistair had wiggled free of his blanket, and his shirt had ridden up so she could catch a glimpse of his muscular back. Nice. He was muttering something incomprehensible, but he, too, was clearly fast asleep.
With a sigh, Megan got to her feet and made her way over to the kitchen. She really needed something to drink. Much as she appreciated Daveth's friendly offer to let them all stay in his apartment in Denerim for a week, things were a bit too crowded for her taste.
They had returned from their stint as temporary staff on the Griffon's Wing only two days ago. Originally, they had planned to sign up for another trip straight away, but on approaching Denerim, they had realized they were all far too exhausted. Six weeks of entertaining the rich and famous, or slaving away in the kitchens in Sten's case, had left them all too tired and worn-out to contemplate a second journey.
All four of them had been enthusiastic when Alistair's aged uncle Eamon had offered them the use of his chalet in Haven for the next month or so. It sounded like paradise – they would have the whole house to themselves, all utilities paid for, and a gorgeous mountain landscape right outside the door. There were only two drawbacks. They would be expected to put in some work during their stay. Nothing strenuous, just some cleaning up and routine repairs, to fix the place up in between the skiing season and the arrival of the first hikers in spring. And they wouldn't be able to go there straight away, since the chalet was still occupied.
Daveth had offered to put them up in the meantime. He was a decent guy, really, Megan thought affectionately, funny and entertaining. And not bad-looking either. She'd always liked them tall and dark.
Grabbing her phone from her bag, she glanced at the screen while she found a glass and filled it at the sink. There was a message from Zevran, and her heart beat faster as she waited for it to load. What was he up to, back in Antiva? The first lines made her bite her lip in disappointment. Cara mia. It may take a little longer to sort things out here. I'm sorry. But then he proceeded to describe in loving detail exactly what he intended to do to her once he got back, and Megan felt her cheeks heat up and a smile spread over her face. Take care, and have fun while I'm away, the message ended. Megan shook her head as she took a deep sip of the cold water. It was easy to read between the lines and understand what he was telling her. No strings. No commitment.
He'd attached a photo, too. Not a dick pic – Zevran would never be so crude. Just a simple picture of his face: his full lips turned up in a smile, his beautiful amber eyes half-closed. Smiling, Megan traced the lines of his tattoo in the picture.
"Well? Still pining for Zev?" Daveth's voice tore her out of her thoughts.
He was standing in the doorway, dressed only in pyjama pants. His chest was bare, and his hair tousled from sleeping. He was gesturing toward her phone with a wry smile.
"I'm not pining!" Megan swivelled around and let her eyes wander slowly and deliberately all the way down to his feet. Oh yes, he was nice to look at, no doubt about it. "I just couldn't sleep."
Daveth didn't seem to mind her scrutiny. Pulling up a chair, he dropped into it and returned the favour, taking in her short, thin nightshirt and her bare legs with obvious enjoyment. "Me neither."
Megan grinned. This was fun. "So…" She let her eyelids flutter suggestively. "I've heard some people sleep better after a little exercise."
"Exercise, eh?" He leaned back, stretching his long legs. "So we need to tire you out. Any suggestions on how we would do that?"
"Well…" Megan pretended to ponder his question. "I was hoping you'd have an idea or two."
"I might have." His lip twitched in obvious amusement. Clearly, he was enjoying the game just as much as she was. "Easier to show than to tell, though."
"Go ahead, then," Megan purred, licking her lips. "Show me."
Daveth's eyes narrowed. "Come here."
She came willingly, allowing him to pull her sideways into his lap. When she ran her hands all over his chest, she found to her surprise that he was warm, as if he'd only just stepped out of bed. He felt good, firm and lean, and her cool touch raised gooseflesh on his pale skin.
He looked at her searchingly for a long moment before he raised his hand to pull her in for a kiss. It started slow, but when she allowed her lips to part, he immediately took advantage of it, deepening the kiss and pulling her closer at the same time.
Megan could feel his rapidly hardening cock through his pyjama pants, and it was exciting to realize the effect she had on him. Not that she was unaffected either. Her nipples were tingling with want, and there was a familiar soft throbbing between her legs.
Daveth tugged at her shirt, just once, but she took the hint and quickly helped him pull it over her head. She spared a brief thought for the others, asleep in the living room. What if one of them woke up and found them here, half-naked and making out wildly on a kitchen chair? Megan shrugged internally. It wasn't likely, and even if… She had nothing to hide, and the thrill she was feeling right now was well worth risking a little embarrassment.
Especially when Daveth's lips found her breasts and he began to lick and suck eagerly, his eyes closed in bliss. Megan straddled him, pushing herself up on her knees to allow him better access, and he groaned, gripping her hips tightly. Then one of his hands wandered lower, between her thighs and upwards again, until he reached her panties and worked his fingers past them.
"Fuck, Megan. You're-" A shudder ran through his whole body. "You want it badly, don't you?"
She tried to reply, but her answer turned into a long whimper when he pushed two fingers deep inside her. But yes, he was right, she wanted more, she wanted all of him. Without hesitation, she pushed down his pants, wrapping her hand around him to give him a firm stroke. His cock was long and slim and so hard, Maker, so hard. Megan shivered in pleasant anticipation.
"Do you have a condom?" Her fingers danced over the sensitive tip, catching the liquid gathering there and spreading it gently.
Daveth moaned unrestrainedly, but he shook his head. "Sorry. I didn't… Maker, Megan, stop it! I didn't plan for this. Do you?"
Megan cursed under her breath. "In my bag, somewhere, but I can't dig around there without waking Morrigan. Shit." She kept stroking him, but she pulled back a little. "Well, then. I'm afraid anything else will have to wait until tomorrow."
"Oh, come on." Daveth almost whined. "Don't you think we can risk it? I swear I'm clean."
"Nope." Letting go of him, Megan shook her head decisively. "Absolutely not. Too risky, no matter what you say. Besides, I don't want to end up pregnant."
His grip on her hips tightened. "I'll be careful. Just, please-"
"No." Removing his hands, she stepped back until she was leaning against the table. It seemed wise to put some distance between them. "We really can't."
Daveth's hands clenched into fists. "Damn it, Megan. You can't do this to a guy. Do you have any idea how-" He inhaled sharply. "Honestly, you're killing me."
"Ah, no." Megan couldn't believe her ears. We're so not going there, honey. "I don't think so. Let me see." Quickly, she snatched one of his hands between hers, making a show of examining it, then did the same with the other. "Two big, strong, healthy hands, if I'm not mistaken." She made a small, clucking noise with her tongue. "Even if I leave you like this…" Her eyes dropped to his straining erection. "I'm sure you will survive. Surely you know exactly what to do about this."
He shot her another glare, but then a thought seemed to strike him and his expression turned into a slow, wicked smile. Taking hold of himself, he held her gaze, his voice dropping at least an octave. "I do. Would you like to watch?"
Megan held her breath. Unable to speak, she nodded quickly.
Daveth leaned back a little, to give her a better view as he tightened his grip on himself, running his hand smoothly up and down, with an occasional swipe of his thumb across the crown. Megan watched with captive fascination, unable to tear her eyes away as he increased tempo and pressure, panting hard, every muscle in his body tightening as he neared completion.
And then, just when she thought he was almost there - and it was hot to watch him, so hot that she had pressed her thighs hard together without even noticing - he stopped.
"You, too." His voice was rough and his breathing laboured. "Let me see."
Megan blushed deeply. "I don't think I can-"
"Oh, yes, you can." Daveth's stomach was rippling with the effort of holding back, but his tone was merciless. "I want to see you, too, or I'll stop right here. Spread your legs."
She moaned at his words, unbelievably turned on by his bossiness. "Daveth…"
"Now." His eyes were large and dark, almost feverish.
Megan had to close her eyes at first, as she let her knees fall apart. Slowly, tentatively, she let her hand trail over the damp cotton of her panties.
"Take them off." Daveth's hand was back on his cock, slowly stroking, but he was relentless.
She gave in, writhing out of her panties, pushing them down her legs, and allowing him a full view of what she was doing. When her fingers disappeared between her moist folds, Daveth made a low, strangled noise, and she opened her eyes again, because she had to see him, she needed to know exactly what he was doing.
He was still trying to keep it slow, but he was so worked up by now it looked almost painful, his cock flushed and weeping fluid, his whole body tense with need. The temptation to throw caution to the wind got almost overwhelming. Maker, she wanted that cock, wanted to feel him thrust hard inside her, wanted to be full of him. Her own fingers were a poor substitute when Daveth was there, right in front of her, more than ready to give her what she wanted.
With a low whine, she arched her back, spreading herself obscenely wide, pushing her fingers as deep as she could. It was more than Daveth could bear. She heard his stifled groan and she saw him come, saw him spurt all over his chest and stomach, creating the most glorious mess. Her vision went white for a moment, and she was nearly there, just a little more. Daveth didn't waste any time. With shocking swiftness, his hands were on her thighs, holding them apart. And then she felt his tongue on her core, between her fingers, lapping at her with such single-minded focus that it took only seconds for her to come, trembling and shuddering all over with the force of it.
"Holy Maker!" Daveth sounded almost awed as he drew back. He kept his left hand on her thigh, stroking her softly, while he grabbed a towel to clean himself up a little.
Megan made a small inarticulate sound and allowed him to pull her back into his lap. For a little while, he just held her, while they both regained their composure.
When Daveth finally took hold of her chin to tilt her head back, he looked almost amused. "Well, that was… something. You little demon."
Megan laughed shakily. "Yup. Not bad at all."
"No. But tomorrow..." He kissed her, quick and hard. "I want us to finish what we've started."
"Do you now?" The thought sent a pleasant frisson down her spine, but Megan needed to be clear about this. Without flinching, she met his eyes. "What about what I want?"
Daveth raised an eyebrow. "You were pretty eager yourself, weren't you? I thought-"
"We'll see." Megan slid off his lap with a long, luxurious yawn. "Bedtime now, I think." She turned in the doorway to wink back at him. "Tomorrow is another day."
Apologies - this turned out really porny... It was meant to be just a smutty one shot, but then I realized it fit in quite well with the story line.
As always, hugs and thanks to the best beta ever, my wonderful suilven. :)