"Teach me how to kiss?" Zevran x Warden
The dim light from the campfire that filtered in through the semi-sheer walls of her tent turned the atmosphere warm inside of it. Kalliah sat facing the entrance, her legs crossed beneath her as Zevran braided her long, ebony hair with hands that were far softer than she ever expected an assassin’s to be.
“Well, my dear Warden, does this satisfy your expectations for the night?” He asked, laying the braid gently over her shoulder, as if in offering. She smiled, running lean fingers across the perfect plait–something she had come to expect after bringing Zevran into her little crew.
“Well done as always, Master Crow, thank you.” He inclined his head behind her, and moved to leave before she spoke again, stopping him with a voice so quiet he almost had to hold his breath to hear it. “I have another task for you, if you’re up for it.” Zevan, holding himself just before the door of her tent, expelled his breath and turned towards Kal, a smile blooming across his face.
“And what might that be, my lady?” He chuckled, before he noticed his companion’s half lidded eyes and his breath caught in his throat. She moved quicker than lightning, suddenly looming over him, with her face only a breath away from his own, her arms nearly trapping him beneath her.
“I am but a poor circle mage, dear Crow, locked away in a tower all my life.” She looked down shyly, biting her lower lip before looking back up at him through her lashes. “You’ve been all across Thedas–seen things I can only dream of.”
“I-I suppose..” Zevran said, all of a sudden not knowing where to look as she wet her lips and inched closer to him.
“Perhaps you could…” her eyes darted away quickly before returning and boring into his with an intensity that he swore could have melted ice, “teach me how to kiss?”
Her lashes fluttered, her cheeks flushed, and she exhaled, her breath ghosting tantalizingly across his lips. What else could he say, but ‘yes’?
He pressed forward, more gently than he ever thought he might whenever he fantasized about kissing Kalliah. Zevran brushed his lips across hers, feeling her sigh into him, her rigid arms by his sides seeming to relax slightly. Allowed a touch more space in which to move, he leaned forward, lifting a hand into her braided hair to brush the small pieces around her face away. A stray finger of his brushed the tip of her pointed ear, and a sound almost like a growl sounded from deep within her throat. Suddenly, she pulled away, leaving him almost worried, before his eyes fluttered open and he saw her pupils blown wide with desire, nestled in a face bearing a lascivious smirk, and eyes so devious that Zevran knew he was in trouble.
Kal surged towards him, her thighs coming to either side of his lap, pinning him beneath her. She tugged on his bottom lip with hers, pulling it into her mouth with her teeth to give it a sharp nip that left him gasping. As she was pressing him down against her furs, he tightened his hand in her hair on instinct, and he felt more than heard her moan into his mouth. Their lips clashed again and again, bruising, insistent, and downright delicious. This was a dance, fighting for control. This was a duel, a clash for power and dominance. This was not something that needed to be taught. What felt like eons later, they pulled apart again, both panting, chests heaving, faces flushed, and lips aching sweetly.
“It is rare that I am conned,” Zevran whispered against her lips, “or that I meet someone more suave than I. Even rarer than that is when I am rendered speechless.”
“Then perhaps I haven’t kissed you hard enough…” Kal retorted, and she had barely enough time to smirk before Zevran pulled her back down for another searing kiss.