So an Elf and a Mage Walk into a Cabin...
I've never done a challenge before, this was fun. I couldn't bring myself to do Zev/Wynne smexytimes so there is friendly banter instead. Enjoy.
Blanket Challenge
Pairing: Zevran/Wynne
Rating: T, for brief mention of small clothes and wine (generally pretty tame stuff)
The wind howled around Zevran and Wynne as they shut the door to small cabin behind them. Wynne immediately sat on the floor with her back against the wall, her cloak wrapped around her arms. Zevran could tell that she was exhausted.
“Thank the Maker we found this place” he thought. He wasn’t sure how much longer the mage would have lasted in the blizzard outside. He set his pack on the floor and looked around the cabin; it was completely bare except for a crumpled blanket in the far corner.
“Ah, nice cozy retreat” he said looking down at Wynne. She gave a faint chuckle and pulled her cloak even tighter.
Zevran sat down nearby and started to rummage through his pack. After a few moments he produced some crackers and a small bottle of dark liquid. He uncorked the bottle and stretched it out towards Wynne.
“What is it?” she asked skeptically.
“Do not worry, it is only wine. Drink some; it should help warm you up.”
Wynne took a sip from the bottle “Not bad. Do you always carry wine with you?”
Zevran tilted his head back and laughed. “Well, one never knows when they might need to have a romantic dinner with a lovely mage. Now if only we had some candles, the mood would be perfect.”
This time Wynne couldn’t help but give a hearty laugh. It didn’t take long before the food and wine were gone and their thoughts returned to cold around them. The small meal had helped a little but would not hold off the chill for long.
Zevran stood up and grabbed the blanket from the corner. It was stale and musty. “At least we have something to help us stay warm,” he said, holding it up and showing Wynne.
“You can’t possibly plan on using that, who knows where it’s been?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “It is better than some I used as a child in the whorehouse back in Antiva.” Straightening it out he added, “About the same size too, I should say.”
Wynne gave him a skeptical look but finally said, “I suppose you’re right, it’s better than nothing. But I don’t think we'll both fit under it.”
“Of course we will we just might have to be creative. I remember this one time…”
She cut him off “Zevran, I do not want hear any of your stories right now. Let us focus on not freezing to death.”
“Very well, but I assure you we will both fit. Just lie down and let me take care of everything.”
However the mage didn’t move. “And what exactly are you going to be taking care of?” she said with a stern voice.
“Tsk, tsk, my dear Wynne, must you be so suspicious?” She said nothing but continued to stare at him. Zevran sighed “Fine, I swear by my dead mother that I will not attempt to do anything.” Shaking his head he added, “I will never understand you Fereldens.”
Wynne nodded, “I will hold you to that, or Maker help me, I will use every bit of energy that is left in me to make sure that such things are impossible for you in the future.”
“Yes, fine.” The elf said quickly.
Wynne lay down on her side. Zervan placed the cloak on top of her and gently tucked it around her body, then placed the blanket on top. He then crossed the room to where his pack was and started to take of his armor. Wynne sat up at the sound of the buckles. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting undressed, you did not expect me to sleep in my armor did you? Besides, my cold armor pressed against your body would not exactly keep you warm.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she said frowning.
By now he was down to his small clothes. “Of course I am.” He tucked her in again and crawled under the blanket behind her. The mage jumped a little at the sudden closeness. Zevran placed an arm around her over the cloak. “I gave you my word; I’m not that much of a scoundrel.”
As Wynne began to feel warmer she slowly relaxed. After a few minutes she said, “You know, it has been many years since I fell asleep with someone’s arm around me.” There was no response, just the even breathing at the base of her neck. She freed one of her arms from under the cloak and patted the elf’s hand before going to sleep herself.
Blanket Challenge
Pairing: Zevran/Wynne
Rating: T, for brief mention of small clothes and wine (generally pretty tame stuff)
The wind howled around Zevran and Wynne as they shut the door to small cabin behind them. Wynne immediately sat on the floor with her back against the wall, her cloak wrapped around her arms. Zevran could tell that she was exhausted.
“Thank the Maker we found this place” he thought. He wasn’t sure how much longer the mage would have lasted in the blizzard outside. He set his pack on the floor and looked around the cabin; it was completely bare except for a crumpled blanket in the far corner.
“Ah, nice cozy retreat” he said looking down at Wynne. She gave a faint chuckle and pulled her cloak even tighter.
Zevran sat down nearby and started to rummage through his pack. After a few moments he produced some crackers and a small bottle of dark liquid. He uncorked the bottle and stretched it out towards Wynne.
“What is it?” she asked skeptically.
“Do not worry, it is only wine. Drink some; it should help warm you up.”
Wynne took a sip from the bottle “Not bad. Do you always carry wine with you?”
Zevran tilted his head back and laughed. “Well, one never knows when they might need to have a romantic dinner with a lovely mage. Now if only we had some candles, the mood would be perfect.”
This time Wynne couldn’t help but give a hearty laugh. It didn’t take long before the food and wine were gone and their thoughts returned to cold around them. The small meal had helped a little but would not hold off the chill for long.
Zevran stood up and grabbed the blanket from the corner. It was stale and musty. “At least we have something to help us stay warm,” he said, holding it up and showing Wynne.
“You can’t possibly plan on using that, who knows where it’s been?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “It is better than some I used as a child in the whorehouse back in Antiva.” Straightening it out he added, “About the same size too, I should say.”
Wynne gave him a skeptical look but finally said, “I suppose you’re right, it’s better than nothing. But I don’t think we'll both fit under it.”
“Of course we will we just might have to be creative. I remember this one time…”
She cut him off “Zevran, I do not want hear any of your stories right now. Let us focus on not freezing to death.”
“Very well, but I assure you we will both fit. Just lie down and let me take care of everything.”
However the mage didn’t move. “And what exactly are you going to be taking care of?” she said with a stern voice.
“Tsk, tsk, my dear Wynne, must you be so suspicious?” She said nothing but continued to stare at him. Zevran sighed “Fine, I swear by my dead mother that I will not attempt to do anything.” Shaking his head he added, “I will never understand you Fereldens.”
Wynne nodded, “I will hold you to that, or Maker help me, I will use every bit of energy that is left in me to make sure that such things are impossible for you in the future.”
“Yes, fine.” The elf said quickly.
Wynne lay down on her side. Zervan placed the cloak on top of her and gently tucked it around her body, then placed the blanket on top. He then crossed the room to where his pack was and started to take of his armor. Wynne sat up at the sound of the buckles. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting undressed, you did not expect me to sleep in my armor did you? Besides, my cold armor pressed against your body would not exactly keep you warm.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she said frowning.
By now he was down to his small clothes. “Of course I am.” He tucked her in again and crawled under the blanket behind her. The mage jumped a little at the sudden closeness. Zevran placed an arm around her over the cloak. “I gave you my word; I’m not that much of a scoundrel.”
As Wynne began to feel warmer she slowly relaxed. After a few minutes she said, “You know, it has been many years since I fell asleep with someone’s arm around me.” There was no response, just the even breathing at the base of her neck. She freed one of her arms from under the cloak and patted the elf’s hand before going to sleep herself.