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The Trial of the Zevran	By : sexyPineapples Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4536 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Luella sat by the crackling fire, trying to warm her feet that were covered in damp wool socks and bear hyde boots. It had been a rough, but positive day, prancing around with her friends, slaughtering darkspawn, listening to Zevran’s light humored remarks as he killed hurlocks and ogres.
Luella smiled as she recognized an accented voice, a series of grunts and the cracking of twigs in the woods behind the tents. Zevran and Oghren were returning from collecting more firewood. It appeared that Zevran was questioning Oghren about his former wife.
“Then tell me, my stinky friend, what was she truly like?” They approached the fire and Oghren dropped a couple logs in the fire, causing sparks to fly out in every direction. Luella pulled her knees to her chest to avoid being burnt.
Oghren grunted. “She was a wonder, that woman. Haven’t we been over this? Dwarven women don’t get much cuter than the men.”
“Ah, yes, we have covered that. But what about the lovemaking?” Zevran pried. “Was it passionate? Heated? Did you two scream into each others’ arms as you let yourselves go in a sea of-“
“Maker’s tits, you really want to know about this?” Zevran and Oghren took seats on both sides of Luella, facing each other across the fire.
“I always wish to know my friends.” Zevran went on, amused. Luella ahem’d and Zevran glanced at her. Quick to pick up on her discomfort, he added, “But perhaps another time. Our warden seems perfectly content without this information.”
Zevran turned his gaze to Luella and her heart pounded. She had been hoping to get Zevran alone lately, resolved in her belief that he was trustworthy enough. She wanted to experience him, but she had no balls to approach him about it.
He smirked an almost knowing smile and then looked at the crate next to her.
“Imported Antivan Whiskey?” he gasped, snatching a bottle from the top of the crate. “What is this doing here?”
Luella smiled.
“Well you see,” she said, “I’ve been thinking that we’ve been working so hard lately and it’s about time we relaxed a little.” Luella reached behind her and retrieved a bottle of sweet wine for herself.
“But how did you know my tastes? I am so impressed!” Zevran eyed the bottle affectionately.
“Just an educated guess,” Luella shrugged. She also pulled out a bottle of black ale and tossed it to Oghren. Wide eyed, Oghren caught it, immediately ripped the cork out and began guzzling.
“Our stout friend approves,” Zevran said. He uncorked his bottle as Luella uncorked her own. “What shall we toast to? Bloodshed of darkspawn?” They raised their bottles.
“And dry feet,” she added. They toasted and began sipping their beverages. The fire was making her slightly hot as she took occasional drinks of the berry-flavored elixir. She watched Zevran over her bottle. His gaze sat on the fire, but after a few moments of her watching him, he met her gaze.
“You know, Warden,” he said softly, “I see the way Leliana looks at you sometimes. She is growing quite fond of you.”
Luella frowned. Leliana’s tent was nearby and it was possible that she was still awake, and Luella didn’t want to say anything to hurt her. She wondered why Zevran brought this up. Was he just being pervy? Did he want to know if Luella was available for taking? Luella kept hoping that was the case.
“Fond of me as a friend, I think,” Luella said quietly.
Zevran raised his eyebrows and took another drink. “I think it is more complex than that though.”
“Do you…” Luella knew that it wasn’t long before Leliana would corner her and bring it up, and Luella had been putting it off, keeping Leliana out of their party when they went out.
“I think,” Zevran hushed his tone, leaning forward a few inches so she could smell him, “that you should learn to be clear with your intentions towards others.”
Luella gulped. Was he fishing for her confession? She wanted him, badly. She had for months, but she didn’t have quite enough wine in her system to say it just yet.
Oh, why was she so shy about this? She looked into his hazel eyes, lit by the fire. He looked slightly humored, at least. He leaned back and Luella realized she was quickly overheating. She removed her outer mage’s robe to cool off a little. The wool fabric made swishing noises as she set it on the crate.
Oghren hiccupped and they both turned to him. Oghren had silently discovered all of her bottles of black ale and he was rapidly inebriating himself. Luella sighed.
“I had better get him to his tent before he messes himself,” Zevran said, standing up and reaching for Oghren’s arm. Oghren tried to wave him away. “Up with you, you short, lumpy oaf! You’ll never make it to your own bed at this pace.”
“Are you going to bed too?” Luella blurted out. Maker, she must be so obvious, yet she still couldn’t say it. Zevran turned to her, a half smile on his face.
“Bed… I might do that. My body… is so very sore and aching. It has been a demanding day for each of us.” Blast it all, she thought. He managed to hoist Oghren up, arms around Zevran’s slender waist. “Unless… you have a specific need of me? It is not my watch tonight, you know. It’s Sten’s and your turn.” Luella blushed. She would have to be at least a little more frank.
“I would like you to stay up. Just in case something needs… assassinating, you know!” She put her hand over her mouth. Did she really just say that? Zevran smirked at her. “I mean,” she went on, red-faced, “maybe we could talk about you teaching me about assassination, and things, or you teaching Leliana. She could be good at it, you know? Or we-“
“Hush, warden, you are digging a trench of awkwardness and jumping inside,” he was smiling at her, still holding Oghren. She almost couldn’t stand how attractive he was. He reeked of sexual energy, his yellow eyes beaming in on her. “I will help Oghren get to bed, and if you so desire, I will return and assassinate this theoretical something.”
He began dragging Oghren away and Luella became furiously red. Why couldn’t she just say things that made sense when he was around? From the beginning, she had difficulty talking to him, as if her IQ lowered a solid 30 points in his presence.
She sat, watching the fire, trying to gulp the wine down faster. Wine would make conversing with Zevran less of a struggle.
She glanced at Sten, standing by the main roadway at the mouth of the campsite. He nodded at her. Sten never said much, she noted, not because he was awkward, but because he was a man of few words. She wondered if he thought about sex as much as she did, and how he would initiate it if he wanted someone.
She looked back to the fire and drank more wine. She felt a little hazy and didn’t notice Zevran returning. She jumped when he sat right next to her on the hand-whittled bench.
“Maker, you’re fast,” she said, breathily. His eyes caught hers and she shivered. He was frightfully close. Then he took the bottle of wine from her and set it aside.
“You should go easy on that. If you don’t, you may dull all of your senses.”
“I could stand to relax a little,” she said. He leaned close to her, causing her to catch her breath.
“Yes, I can see how tense you are, but please,” he placed a gloved hand on her knee and slightly squeezed, causing her to jump, “I want to be alert when you witness me… assassinating!” He laughed as she jumped backwards, and then leaned closer.
This was it. She had somehow conveyed her message and he was free to take the lead. She was relieved with her strange victory. His face was so close to hers and she wanted to lean in and kiss his soft-looking lips.
She parted her lips and forgot to take her eyes off his mouth.
Zevran abruptly stood up and she admired his sleek form. His torso was very close to her face. He pulled her up by her wrist.
“Now, warden, show me where this menacing something is and I shall get to work straight away.” She gawked at him. It was as if he was pretending to not pick up on her allusion, and he wanted to play innocent until she directly asked him to her… tent. “Is it in the forest? On the road? Perhaps Sten can steer us in the right direction! Or maybe there is a bastard prince stalking about the camp!”
Luella almost threw her hands up in frustration. “It’s in… my tent,” she stammered, but Zevran didn’t hear her clearly.
“In what?” he rounded on her, his face inches above hers. Her heart thudded violently.
“My tent. It’s in my tent!” she said. How exciting! She said it, and he would go to her tent with her and…
“What on earth is in your tent that needs to be assassinated?” he asked, thoroughly amused. Bastard. “Is it a wee bug that has you so worked up? You insult my skills!”
Her cheeks blushed and she stared at him. Why was he doing this to her? Surely, he knew what she was asking for, but he was playing with her.
“I must let you know that I like seeing you so worked up over this bug. I shall leave it where it is for tonight.” She remained silent with fury and Zevran stepped towards his tent, putting a maddening distance between them.
“Well,” he said, “it seems you have nothing to assassinate, and I will return to my tent now.” He smiled wickedly and turned to walk to his tent. Did he really just do that? She watched him duck slightly and enter his tent and a lamp lit up inside.
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