Re: Of Warriors and Assassins 6/6 FIN!
anonymous
August 28 2010, 09:48:18 UTC
Elissa slowly, breath by breath, moved her mouth closer to his. She watched his eyes as their faces drew close. He made no move to kiss her. This was so stupid, it was so incredibly stupid, but she didn’t care. Softly, she pressed her lips to his. His hand came up to curl into her hair, and she turned her mouth on his, her lips parting as the kiss deepened. The first touch of his tongue against hers suffused her body with a hot need, one she hadn’t felt in so long. She didn’t know where the others were, or what they would think of this. She pushed the thoughts away, pressing herself closer, wanting the full contact of his body against hers.
Zevran gasped, “Warden.”
“Yes,” she captured his mouth again, and he gave in, kissing her long and deep, both hands threading through her hair now. Slowly he parted their kiss, trying to turn them to the side.
“Warden,” he gasped again, “I don’t want to complain, but your armor…”
Elissa felt color rush to her face, as she realized her armor was pressing painfully against his skin. She pulled away quickly, but Zevran grasped her wrist.
“No, just… let me.” His fingers expertly unlaced the sides of her chest piece, all the while pressing hot, quick kisses to her skin. She groaned as one of his hands found her free breast, under the loose linen shift.
“The others…” She glanced around them. She couldn’t see anyone.
“They aren’t here.” He’d pulled the shift over her head now, and she groaned as his mouth found her nipple. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, brushing his lips over the hard point.
“No,” gasped out Elissa, as his hand slid down her taunt body. Fierce need coursed through her, and her fingers frantically helped Zevran free himself of his leathers. She’d had other lovers, but no one since Darrien. Who was dead, all because of the bastard. Anger mixed with desire, and she shoved Zevran back on the grass, straddling his thighs. She ground down into the hard length of him, pinning his shoulders to the ground. He laughed, a glorious, intoxicating sound.
“You surprise even me,” he breathed, looking up at her. His hands traced the fullness of her breasts. Then he was inside her, and she forgot everything in their movement. The rocking, sliding, in and out connection of their bodies. She drove herself onto him, and then somehow he was on top of her, the rhythm of his body making her gasp as euphoric waves of pleasure crashed through her. She cried out, meeting every thrust, nails scraping down his back. Zevran cried out in pain or pleasure, or both, she couldn’t tell. The world spun into a moment of pure exultation.
Zevran lay on the grass, looking up at the sun still barely rising into the morning sky. It seemed as if so much more time had gone by. A lifetime. A new life. He knew someday they would come for him, he would have to face what he’d left. But that wasn’t today. He looked over to the fierce woman across from him. Every move she made was economical, but as graceful as a tiger. He wondered if she truly new how beautiful she was.
She was already dressing, strapping on her armor, tying up her hair. This was nothing, meant nothing, he reminded himself. He’d always taken pleasure where he found it, and she’d affirmed afterwards that was all this was. She was a true warrior, unlike any woman he’d known and because of that she was exotic. There was nothing more to it. But when she met his eyes, she smiled and the sun seemed to grow a little brighter. Zevran couldn’t help but smile back.
Zevran gasped, “Warden.”
“Yes,” she captured his mouth again, and he gave in, kissing her long and deep, both hands threading through her hair now. Slowly he parted their kiss, trying to turn them to the side.
“Warden,” he gasped again, “I don’t want to complain, but your armor…”
Elissa felt color rush to her face, as she realized her armor was pressing painfully against his skin. She pulled away quickly, but Zevran grasped her wrist.
“No, just… let me.” His fingers expertly unlaced the sides of her chest piece, all the while pressing hot, quick kisses to her skin. She groaned as one of his hands found her free breast, under the loose linen shift.
“The others…” She glanced around them. She couldn’t see anyone.
“They aren’t here.” He’d pulled the shift over her head now, and she groaned as his mouth found her nipple. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, brushing his lips over the hard point.
“No,” gasped out Elissa, as his hand slid down her taunt body. Fierce need coursed through her, and her fingers frantically helped Zevran free himself of his leathers. She’d had other lovers, but no one since Darrien. Who was dead, all because of the bastard. Anger mixed with desire, and she shoved Zevran back on the grass, straddling his thighs. She ground down into the hard length of him, pinning his shoulders to the ground. He laughed, a glorious, intoxicating sound.
“You surprise even me,” he breathed, looking up at her. His hands traced the fullness of her breasts. Then he was inside her, and she forgot everything in their movement. The rocking, sliding, in and out connection of their bodies. She drove herself onto him, and then somehow he was on top of her, the rhythm of his body making her gasp as euphoric waves of pleasure crashed through her. She cried out, meeting every thrust, nails scraping down his back. Zevran cried out in pain or pleasure, or both, she couldn’t tell. The world spun into a moment of pure exultation.
Zevran lay on the grass, looking up at the sun still barely rising into the morning sky. It seemed as if so much more time had gone by. A lifetime. A new life. He knew someday they would come for him, he would have to face what he’d left. But that wasn’t today. He looked over to the fierce woman across from him. Every move she made was economical, but as graceful as a tiger. He wondered if she truly new how beautiful she was.
She was already dressing, strapping on her armor, tying up her hair. This was nothing, meant nothing, he reminded himself. He’d always taken pleasure where he found it, and she’d affirmed afterwards that was all this was. She was a true warrior, unlike any woman he’d known and because of that she was exotic. There was nothing more to it. But when she met his eyes, she smiled and the sun seemed to grow a little brighter. Zevran couldn’t help but smile back.
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So great! Thank you my dear anon!
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