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A Game

It was dark, and mostly everyone had gone on to bed. Sten stood watch. He gazed out into the open sky where there were no clouds. The stars shining brightly in the blackness, and the moon, full and blue, illuminated the night, giving it an eerie glow.
A shadow moved across the forest as Zevran stealthily made his way over to Arawin’s tent. Sten was looking the opposite way from where Zevran was, but it made no difference. Zevran could sneak around almost anyone he wished. He had been trained very well in stealth. The only one who might have caught him was Kunjo, but the mabari was sound asleep next to the fire. The large hound liked sleeping outdoors better than in the confined, small tents each person used.
Zevran stopped and stood still as he eyed the mabari who shifted in his sleep. The canine hadn’t liked Zevran at all and would definitely stop him if he woke to find him edging closer to his mistress’s bed. Zevran only chuckled lightly as the dog curled up closer to the fire. He gave a low snort and resumed his sleep.
Sten looked behind him and peered at the dog then looked around the campsite for anything out of the ordinary. Satisfied, he grunted, and turned back to the star dotted sky.
Zevran continued his prowl toward his target. Arawin’s tent face was perpendicular to the fire, allowing him to sneek around the back and creep toward the entrance. Carefully he undid the flap and slipped in, closing it back as if nothing but a breeze had touched it. A small lantern sat in the corner. It’s tiny flame flickering as it tired to stay alight. Arawin laid on her side, back to the entrance. Her breathing was shallow and rhythmic. No noise came from her lungs as her sides moved up and down. She appeared to be in a peaceful sleep.
Zevran crawled over to her. “Ara,” he whispered. “Wake up, my darling, I know you’re not really asleep.”
With a sudden jolt, Arawin jumped from her bedroll. Her left hand, which had been hidden behind her head, shot toward Zevran. A knife gleamed in the light of the dying lantern. Zevran ducked the blade and grabbed Arawin’s wrist. Her right hand, balled in a fist, struck him across the face. He was shocked from the contact, but recovered quickly as he grabbed her other wrist. He positioned himself on top of her, sitting on her stomach and pinning her arms above her head. He knocked the knife out of her hand and stared at her intently.
“I knew it!” she growled. “I knew you were lying. What are you going to do, huh? How do you plan on finishing me off?”
Zevran only chuckled. “You are not afraid?”
“Why should I be? You’re nothing but a coward killing me like this.”
“Really? You do know that you can call for help. Sten is right outside, standing guard along with your canine friend. Course, he’s asleep next to the fire. You’ll have to shout really loud to wake him.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing. He was just exhausted from the day, I guess. Besides, don’t you think I would have also done something to Sten? He would be more of a threat to my plans, no?”
“Well you’re plan won’t work.” Arawin was able to swing her leg around, hitting him in the head. He let go of her arms to try and stop her legs, but they were more powerful than he had thought. She kicked him in the gut, then kneed him between the legs. Zevran grunted, then keeled over as Arawin escaped from underneath him. She grabbed the knife and hurried over to the corner farthest away from his curled over body.
Arawin looked over at the entrance of her tent. She could have called for help, but she wasn’t sure if Zevran was telling the truth. Sten, Kunjo, and Morrigan could already be dead out there, and she wouldn’t know. But whatever the case, she couldn’t look, for Zevran laid between her and the entrance. She had to take care of him herself.
Zevran groaned as he rolled on the ground. “That was a low blow,” he was finally able to say. “Must you have?”
“Tell me what it is you want and I’ll make your death quick. I’m not letting you live this time.”
Zevran only laughed softly as he sat up on his knees. He looked at her and at the knife in her hand. “This reminds me of several situations I’ve been in. Would you like to know how they ended?”
“I can guess, but this time the ending will be different. With you dead!”
Arawin lunged at him, trying to sink the knife into his flesh. Zevran was ready, however, and moved to the side. He grabbed her around the waist and wrestled her to the ground. He grabbed the knife and throw it to the side. Her legs were her main weapons now and she tried kicking him in the stomach again, but Zevran was ready for that too. He clamped her legs in between his own and locked her arms down next to her body with his hands. She struggled to try and get free, but his weight and strength were too great for her.
“Coward! Bastard! Do you think you’ll be able to get away with this?”
“Relax,” said Zevran as he stared in her eyes. “If you have not noticed yet, I did not come to you tonight to kill you.”
“Then why did you come?” she said still struggling. “Why do you act as if that was your intent?”
“Mm, I do admit, it was a fun way of coming to you, but that’s all it was. A game.”
“A game?”
“Yes. I told you I had more methods. It does surprise me, however, for why you have been so quiet. You have not shouted out at all to attract attention.”
“I’m not a shouter. I learned long ago to take care of myself. And one learns fast in an alienage that most of the time that’s all you have.”
“Then it seems I should try and break you of that. Now, just relax. I promise I won’t hurt you... intentionally.”
Arawin stopped trying to fight him as Zevran placed his head on her chest. He nuzzled himself between her breasts, listening to her breathing. It was slightly labored from their struggle and her chest heaved up and down with every breath. He listened to the beating of her heart. It went at a fast pace. Feeling as if it would leap out of her chest. There was adrenaline rushing through her veins. All he needed to do was wait so she could catch up with herself. Allow her heart to slow, and her breathing to become soft.
He gently stroked her arm. Her skin was soft and warm to his touch. He breathed in deeply, taking in her scent. She smelled of campfire with a hint of wildflowers. Particularly that of wild roses which were abundant in the forest. Looking up, he saw she was not staring at him, but instead at the top of the tent. Her eyes were closed and she appeared calm and collective. He took in her features. The angles of her face and the redness of her hair. It seemed as if it was fire even in the dull light.
Placing his head back on her chest, he could hear that her heart now beat slow and steady. Her lungs taking in air with a soft and steady rhythm. He relaxed the tension on her legs, allowing her to move them slightly. She stretched them between his, letting her muscles come back to life. Slowly, Zevran began unlacing the ties on the front of her shirt. He carefully folded back the fabric, exposing her. Her breasts were small, but plump and supple. He began kissing the top of one, working his way down, tasting her sweetness. He could feel her hands move through his hair. They worked their way to his neck and down his back.
Moving to the other breast, his own hand found it’s way across her waist and down to her hips. Dipping beneath her smallclothe, he pulled it down her legs and past her feet. Sitting up, he removed his own shirt and pants and looked down into her emerald eyes.
Arawin gazed at him, entranced by the shape of the muscles of his chest and abdomen. Dark tattoos, similar to the one on his face, danced across his skin. She traced a few with her fingers which curved around certain muscles, enhancing them. They all seemed to lead, like a map, down toward his hips and groin. She gazed upon it, gently stroking his length with her fingertips. He closed his eyes and took in her touch. She could feel him pulse within her grasp.
Gently, he crawled on top of her. Careful not to put any of his weight on her and began kissing her neck. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Their chests and stomachs pressed against each other as he squeezed her close. She wrapped her own arms around his chest, holding on tight to the ridge of his back. Her own head laying back as she took in his assault on her neck.
Arawin let out a little cry as she felt him fill her. Pain shot through her body, making her go ridged. She became angry, but soon the pain dissipated as Zevran slowly pushed himself upon her and out. Soon a tickling heat began to pour from their connection, becoming more intense with his movements. She dug her nails into his skin as he began working his way deeper inside her. She felt him begin to slide in and out at a steady rhythm. His mouth found it’s way to hers and she took him in, their tongues crossing and flicking around each other. She bite down on his lower lip, sucking it in. A moan escaped both their throats as his rhythm began to take more speed, more force.
Zevran made his way back down to her breasts, playing with her nipples with his tongue. Arawin moaned louder as she throw her head back. She arched her back, heaving up her chest and thrusting her hips, causing him to go even deeper inside her. A shutter of pleasure washed over her, making her cry out in ecstasy. She thrust her hips again, matching his rhythm, but it wasn’t enough, she wanted more. She needed to be in control.
Arawin pushed on Zevran’s chest, causing him to fluster a little before he realized what she was doing. She forced him on his back as she took her position on his waist. She sank herself back on him, putting herself in control. Slowly, she began to dance on him, taking her own rhythm as her hips swirled and turned. She stretched her torso, arching herself backwards. She felt his hands grab onto her hips as they squeezed and pulled them along. Arawin knocked his hands aside and crouched over him, speeding up her thrusts, their moans and cries getting louder.
Zevran smiled at her as she continued. He grabbed her shoulders and tried to sit up, but she forced him back down. Her teeth found his ear and she began to nibble, pulling and flicking her tongue at the tip of his ear and making her way down his neck. Again, he tried to pull himself up, but a struggle started between them as they fought for who would take the top. In their struggle many things in the tent toppled over. Her armor knocked down and scattered, things thrown about the floor, the bedroll completely wrinkled and unraveled. Zevran eventually had her pinned. He slammed her against the ground, causing her to shout with pleasure as he had never left her during their struggle. This caused him to cry out as well. It was getting harder for him to stay in control. He hadn’t been with a woman this aggressive in bed for a long time.
Holding up her legs, he began his own beat anew. He began going faster and deeper. Arawin dug her nails in the sheets. Her cries at a fever pitch, damning anyone who heard her. Zevran grounded his teeth, grunting as he went faster and faster. He could feel his control slipping as he came closer to his own climax. Arawin’s legs began tightening. She wrapped them around his neck and he let go of them, letting him steady himself as he pushed further in. Arawin let out another loud and long cry. He felt her pulse around him, and soon he joined her in the feeling as he exploded inside her. He fell to her side, and they both panted heavily. Arawin stared up at the ceiling, slowly taking everything in.
“I lost, didn’t I?” she said softly.
“Lost what?” Zevran asked.
“The game.”
Zevran chuckled. “I think that would count as a draw, don’t you?”
But Arawin didn’t answer. She closed her eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the last several days catch up to her. She did feel better, however. Her muscles were no longer tight and sore, but relaxed. And the stress melted away as she drifted into a nice, deep sleep.
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Arawin awoke the next morning alone and naked in her bedroll. The events of the night coming to her as if they were no more than a dream, but she could see the evidence all over her tent. Her once organized items were now disheveled and laying on the ground. But despite the mess, she actually felt good. Her body felt relaxed and rested, and her stress level was way down. She didn’t even care if they found the Dalish today or not.
Sitting up, she stretched her arms, realizing that last night was the best sleep she had gotten since leaving the alienage. She looked around for her armor. It was cast all around her tent and she had to dig to find all the pieces, but eventually she was able to get fully dressed.
The aroma of cooking meat wafted into her tent from the outside, making her stomach growl with hunger. After buckling the leather into place, and placing Fang and the longsword on her back, Arawin made her way out of the tent to find Morrigan sitting next to the fire, an arrangement of breakfast meats sat next to her as she tended to the sizzling stripes still being cooked.
“Ah, you are finally awake,” said the witch. “I was beginning to wonder if our assassin friend had finally done the deed.”
“Well, not that deed anyway.”
“Then I assume your excursions last night were... pleasurable?”
“How do you know what happened last night?”
“‘Twas not hard to hear. The forest makes many sounds, but not ones such as those.”
Arawin felt a little embarrassed. She did not realize how loud she might have been. During the night she didn’t really care about the noise, but now she felt different about it for some reason.
Morrigan only smiled and went back to tending the fire and checking her food. Kunjo sat at the opposite end of the flames, eying the meat hanging from their sticks. He edged an inch closer to the stones surrounding the pit, sticking his nose up in the air to smell the aroma.
“No you don’t, you stupid beast!” shouted Morrigan. “I’ve already given you more than you need, now be gone!” She lifted her staff and shot a bolt of magic at him. It hit Kunjo on the nose, causing him to sneeze and back away. He whimpered a little and hid behind Arawin.
“What? Do you think I’m going to protect you?” she said. Kunjo looked up at her and cocked his head. “You know better than to mess with Morrigan. Now stop being such a coward.” With a bark, he then licked her hand and laid back down in front of the fire, but careful not to get too close to Morrigan.
“Where did you get this meat?” Arawin asked.
“I found a wild boar early this morning,” said Morrigan. “I thought after Sten’s little dish, this would be a nice treat. I was surprised, however, that he was not scared away from your shouting.”
“Yeah... well...” Arawin scratched her head. “So where are those two anyway, Sten and Zevran?” Arawin bent down and grabbed some meat and began eating. She looked around the camp but saw no sign of them.
“Sten is somewhere in the forest mediating, I believe.”
“How long has he been doing that?”
“For awhile. He wished to not be disturbed.”
“And Zevran?”
“I thought perhaps he was with you. I only last saw him when he retired for the night to his own tent.”
Arawin stopped chewing when she heard this. “So he’s... gone?”
“‘Twould appear to be.”
Arawin scurried over to Zevran’s tent and opened it to find nothing inside but a rolled-up bedroll. She was beginning to get angry when she noticed someone enter the camp. Turning, she found Sten making his way over to the fire. He sat down and began eating the food that Morrigan had handed him. Arawin made her way back over. “Sten, have you seen Zevran?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Where is he? Do you know?”
“I saw him leave early this morning before the sun rose.”
“And you didn’t ask him where he was going? Or why?”
“It was not my concern to ask of his whereabouts.”
“That bastard!” shouted Arawin. “He used me, then just leaves like that!”
“‘Tis most amusing,” Morrigan chuckled. “One could not see this coming.”
“Not funny, Morrigan. This is serious. I will hunt him down and--”
“I hope you are not referring to me.” Zevran walked into the camp from between two large trees that hung over the tents. “I would not wish to be at the receiving end of such a hunt from you, my dear.”
“Where have you been?” Arawin asked. Her anger was about ready to boil over.
“I see that my absence has alarmed you.”
“Yes! Leaving in the middle of the night! Not telling anyone where you’re going! That doesn’t necessarily settle well with me.”
“Still do not trust me? Is it not a little late for such suspicions? After what we shared last night.”
Arawin breathed in deeply and sighed. “You’re right. I guess it is too late. Wait, what am I saying? That doesn’t matter! What were you doing?”
“Ah, the question at hand! Yes, I woke early this morning and decided to go out and seek the Dalish myself. You will be happy to hear that I have finally located the clans whereabouts.”
“Really?” All of Arawin’s suspicions vanished. “Where?”
“They are camped just northwest of here. If we pack and head out now, I believe we will be able to reach them by late morning.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” said Arawin. She made her way to her tent to begin packing things up. The others followed her order and started packing up their own.
Before long, Arawin had everything in her tent set and ready to go. She made her way to the outside in order to take the tent down when she saw Zevran walking over to her. She ignored him as she went about her business. She was too eager to get going to worry about anything else. Soon she would finally be with the Dalish, the elves she had studied and wanted to meet all her life. It had been a dream of hers.
“Do you need any help?” Zevran asked her.
Arawin looked up at him. She wasn’t sure how to act around him anymore. This was something she had never done. Sure, she had crushes on guys before, but nothing like this. Never had they gone to this level. What was she suppose to do?
“Uh... No...”
Zevran began untying the corners of her tent anyway. “I actually wish to talk to you,” he said. “About last night.”
Arawin’s face went hot. “What about it?” she asked. Her insecurity kicked in. “Was it bad?”
“On the contrary, dear Ara. But it was a bit surprising to be honest. I didn’t think you would give in so easily. Which begs me to ask the question of whether last night was your first time?”
Arawin felt her checks get even hotter as she stared in his eyes. Yet he was looking at her with a compassionate face. Nothing on it showed that he was annoyed or found the situation hilarious.
“You could tell?” she said in a squeaky voice.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he chuckled. “It wouldn’t be the first time I deflowered a mujer hermosa, such as yourself.”
“A what?”
“A beautiful woman.”
Arawin felt flattered. No one had ever called her that before except for her father. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“And why would I not?” he smiled. “You have a beauty that is both breath-taking and heart-stopping. I’m sure you had heads turning all the time.”
“If they were turning, then I never noticed.”
“In any case, I just wanted to know before I made my assumption. To answer your question, yes I did notice. At the beginning you seemed to not know what to do. You were uncomfortable, tight, and not in the good way, although I noticed that as well. It was my second clue. Then there was of course the pain and blood. But as you became more comfortable and knew what you wanted, then you became very... aggressive. It was rather refreshing.”
“So it was good, then?” Arawin was beginning to feel better about herself. If Zevran said it was good, then she knew she was doing something right.
“To say the least,” he chuckled. “But to ask another question: I just want to know if you wish to continue.”
Arawin looked at him confused, making him laugh again. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“It means, my dear Grey Warden, is that I was raised to take my pleasures where they could be found, for they do not come very often. I shall ask nothing more of you than you are willing to give.”
“So, nothing but... a pleasurable moment between the two of us?”
Zevran helped her to flatten and fold the tent. “With all that is going on, finding the Dalish, dealing with the Blight, I’ve seen that you are a very high stressed person, and I don’t doubt why that is. So, after seeing you falling asleep so fast afterwards, I can assume that you had a good night's rest? If you didn’t, then I didn’t do a very good job.”
“I did, actually. It was one of the best nights I’ve had since leaving my home. Sleeping, that is... as well as other things. But up until then it’s been nothing but staying up late to watch camp, sleeping on the hard ground, worrying about being attacked, taking care of the Blight, and just so many other things.”
“You see what I mean,” said Zevran. “You need a distraction, my dear. And that’s what last night can be the start of.”
“So it’s a distraction now?” Arawin said as she rolled up the rest of her tent and stuffed it in her pack. “I thought it was a game?”
“It can be anything you want,” he laughed. “A distraction, a game, or a liaison. It makes no difference to me, as long as it ends in the same way.”
Arawin thought for a moment as she looked around their now empty camp. Morrigan was still over by her tent. It was down and packed already, but it looked as if she was collecting a few things around it. Sten was no where to be seen, but Arawin could guess he was somewhere in the forest, also gathering a few things for their journey. Kunjo was laying next to the area that she and Zevran were currently standing. He was watching Zevran intently. Apparently waiting for the assassin to try something so he could have an excuse to attack him. Arawin wondered if he knew what they were talking about. Maybe that was the reason why Kunjo was growling at Zevran, like he usually did, or just trying to keep the two separate.
“I think,” Arawin began. “That if you made the first move last night, then it would be my turn. That’s how games work, right?”
“So, what did you have in mind?” His voice became smooth and sweet, and he eyed her with pure interest.
“I don’t know, I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” She tried giving him the most provocative look she could. She wasn’t sure if she was successful, and felt a little stupid for doing it, but he seemed to take it with delight.
“Oh, you naughty little minx!”
Arawin turned and walked away from him, heading towards Morrigan. When she passed Kunjo, he stood and began to follow her. She could feel Zevran’s eyes boring into her backside. It made her feel good in way, like she was wanted. Now all she needed to do was think of something. But what could she do? She knew nothing of such things. Maybe this game she got herself into was harder than she thought.

Paraphrasing from Dragon Age: Origins
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