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Moments in the Sun	By : Shebagirly Category: +M through R > Neverwinter Nights Views: 2345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Neverwinter Nights or any of its characters. I make no money off of this story. This is my first adult fic so I welcome all reviews!

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The next few days were painful for all. Though Khelgar pretended not to notice, ans Sand genuinely didn't care, tensions were strained while Leona and her team visited the Ironfist clan to seek their support. As usual with allies, the transaction wasn't one simple conversation: there were giants, mountains, rolling boulders, and a red dragon who left them all within an inch of their lives. Leona was bone-tired. She felt as if she'd died and come back a hundred times, counting her muscles by the number of aches. They were out of healing potions and had no time to rest before making way back to the Ironfist clan with proof of Khelgar's status as leader. Only then did they convice the clan, gain the allies, and make it all worth it.

Leona exhaled all the way home. They would need every allly in the coming battles; she should be happy. But the extra emotional toll traveling with Casavir was almost too much. They did their jobs well, circling around each other more formal than before. The subtle words and innuendo was gone. Leona figured he'd given up on her, and he had every right. She knew she'd hurt him by choosing Bishop that day, and hurt him again by telling him she wasn't sorry. At least she'd told him the truth, and he could take or leave her. Looks like he was leaving her. Lucky for her she didn't have much time to pine over it, since they'd been fighting and tracking non-stop since they left the keep about a week before.

Leona all but staggered to her chambers, where Zhjave met her with a series of spells and potions to keep her comfortable. Leona felt the buzz of having had too much magic this week, and thought she could sleep a thousand years. But every minute counted now, and she got only one good night's rest before waking up to fortify the Keep. Zhjave warned her to rest. "Know that only a fully recharged body can handle the trials to come." There was still much to do.

Before riding out to meet the King of Shadows' followers, Leona had much business around the Keep to attend to, and she threw herself into it. With no time to rest, she'd also have no time to miss the Casavir she could have known. She barely saw Bishop, barely saw anyone, really; she split up the team into various posts, keeping only Bevil with herself. He was all that was left of home, and reminding each other of simpler days, they kept on.

Casavir also worked hard. He found, though, that he was more distracted without Leona than when they were together. On the long trips through the mountains, he'd often wished she'd be out of his sight, and looked forward to coming back to the Keep to rest in his temple room. Once back, his loneliness threatened to drive him mad. He imagined that Leona was with Bishop every night, that they mocked him together. He thought he heard people laughing at him everywhere he went. He had to admit, his pride was broken along with his heart. Everyone knew that Bishop had managed to conquer the Knight Captain. He was left with nothing, and it tortured him.

As the days passed, Casavir found less and less release in his work. The companions noticed his outward demeanor slip as he snapped at people, ignored them as if he were somewhere else, and generally acted very un-paladin-like. Elanee tried to talk to him, but he waved her away, saying she wasn't the woman who could help him. "At least seek some peace tonight," she cautioned. "Find where you can release your energy. You are on a dangerous path, that paladins cannot afford to take." Casavir tried to forget Tyr's words, but they echoed in him. Was his heart true any longer? To Leona, only. What sins was he fated to repeat?

Night came, and as usual those days Leona retired early. There were no more gatherings at the pub, and the mood was slowly darkening as everyone sensed the big battles ahead. They would meet the following day to talk strategy, and she would choose who would accompany her out to blow up the bridges, to prevent the undead army from crossing.

Though she wasn't asleep, the sun was long down when the knock sounded at her door. She notched an arrow, unlocked the door, and called across the room for the visitor to enter. Casavir squinted as his eyes adjusted to the low light, looking around for her. She put away her arrow and shut the door behind him.

"Is there danger? What has happened?" Her body stayed tensed, prepared for attack.

"There is no danger. I've come...for you."

Leona studied him in the light. He looked undone, unkempt, in frightening ways. Circles under his eyes belied his sleepless nights, and his usually polished hair was frayed. He wore no armor, and carried only a small weapon. She prayed she hadn't done this to him as she watched him sway on his feet.

"Casavir, have you been drinking? Are you...do you need healing? Shall I call Zhjave?"

"No, I am well. I will be well. I am sorry, Leona. I can't stop thinking of..."

She had done this to him. And she didn't know what to do next. What could help him now that she'd shattered his heart and pride? She reached out to him, hands touching cloth instead of hard, cold armor. "What can I do?" she asked, sure there was no easy answer.

There was. Casavir winced as he confessed, "I need to know...I have to know what he did to you. Tell me what he did to you."

Leona stared at him, not understanding. He wanted to hear about her time with Bishop? It didn't make any sense. She opened her mouth, and closed it again. What did he want to hear?

He lunged at her, pushing her against the door. "Tell me what he DID TO YOU!," he bellowed, face above hers.

"Casavir, you're hurting me. Please let go." He crumpled away from her, catching his breath. "Why do you want to know this?"

He quickly regained what little control he had left, and tried to speak normally. "Did he kiss you?"

"Yes, but..."

He topped her mid-sentence with his mouth, pulling her into him with an abandon she didn't think he had. Was he safe to be around? Was he stable? Her thoughts melted away as she found herself relaxing into his kiss. How many times had she wondered what his body looked like, felt like?

Casavir ended their kiss abruptly, with Leona's face still turned upward towards his. "Did he kiss you all around your body? Did his tongue lick your chest?"

Her voice was small. "Yes, he did, but I don't see..."

Again he broke her words off with his mouth, and moved down the length of her neck to the top of her chest. So much had happened since her day with Bishop that Leona remembered more glow and less substance; but she knew that Casavir's touch was both more tender and more raw. He pulled at her bodice until it bent off her, and continued down her chest to touch and lick her breasts. She leaned her head back against the door, not wanting him to stop. But she still didn't understand why he was here, and didn't want to hurt him further.

Casavir licked, teased, and pinched until he had covered every inch of her breasts, and Leona's desire rose like a dull ache. He asked between ragged breaths, "What did he do next?"

She shook her head to clear it. "I don't know, there was water, he went under the...wait a minute." It was dawning on her. She pulled Casavir to his full height above her, and looked him square in the face. "Do you mean for me to redo this whole thing...with you?"

"Not exactly," he replied. "I mean for me to redo it with you. That's different. And it's the only thing that will heal me."

Leona frowned. "That's positively absurd. How can that heal you?"

He took a breath, and tried to explain. "If I am ever to...have feelings for...to feel comfortable..."

She smiled at him, and flustered him all over again.

"Leona. I could never touch you if...it's just that I see his handprints all over you. I won't rest until I replace them with mine."

"Then you won't rest. This isn't fair to Bishop or myself."

Casavir backed up a step. "I know he means nothing to you. Would you risk all future with me by denying me this one gift?"

She stayed silent a moment. Then she narrowed her eyes. "You will be repeating his sins. Do you want that on your conscience, paladin?"

Something she said snapped Casavir back to that night in the temple. What was it that Tyr had said? Was this what he had to do to learn to love her again? Was there Heaven on the other side of this darkness?

Those of pure heart who repeat the sins of evil find Heaven on the other side of darkness.

"My heart is pure," he said.

Leona reached up to his head. "Then let me show you the first sin," she said.
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