Day 4: Bodies and Minds
All Your Imperfections, Part 2 - Albine
Summary: Zevran explores Albine's scars, and Albine explores some interesting parts of Zevran.
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Content warning: Light and fluffy smut, impact play
"This one," she pointed at a slightly diamond-shaped scar on her left breast, "came from an arrow I took to the chest at Ostagar. Thank the Maker it missed my vitals."
Zevran examined the scar with interest, sucking his teeth softly. "That must have hurt." He exhaled heavily on the H, pressing it out of his throat as if for emphasis, though truly more just to remind himself to voice it fully. "But yes, I am quite glad you made it out alive." As promised, he lowered his head to press his lips against the scar.
Albine's blush flooded all the way down to her chest as she stroked her elven lover's hair. "Didn't hurt too much, actually. I went unconscious right after and woke up two days later in Morrigan's hut."
He chuckled softly as he pulled his mouth from her skin, searching over the rest of her body for more scars. "And this one?" he pointed to a long, raised scar running down from the root of her neck across her collarbone, toward her right shoulder.
"Bandit in Lothering. Bastard showed up out of nowhere and got right up in my blood circle with his knife. Was trying to slit my throat but I moved just right, made him hit my collar instead." Her eyes fell halfway shut as her hand moved onto his back.
"Mmm." Zevran gently traced the line of the scar with his tongue. "Did you kill him?" He moved back to the start of the scar and stamped kisses along its length, feathering his lips against her skin between each one.
Albine nodded as little pinpricks of warmth sprang up from where his lips and tongue had touched. "Yeah. Gave him the chance to escape with his life, he decided to use it to try to stab me in the back. Wasn't going to give him another chance, so I iced him." She pressed her lips against the top of Zevran's head, laced with a gentle breath of cold.
He shivered in her arms with a soft "brr" sound, as if he was the one being frozen. "Ah, my fearsomely beautiful ice queen," he growled into her neck, before slipping into a silky purr. "Who could have guessed that you would be so warm?" He planted another kiss right at the top of her breastbone as he wrapped himself around her generous form. "And soft..." He nestled his cheek between her breasts and drew in a deep breath of her scent, sighing softly. "I have not mentioned how much I adore your body lately, have I?" He slid his hands around the sides of her breasts and pressed them against his face, nuzzling them.
"Not since about five minutes ago," said Albine, closing her eyes and lazily rubbing the assassin's back as she basked in his tender attentions.
Zevran tsked with disappointment. "I have been slacking. How shameful of me! You are due so much more than I have given." Subtly, he shifted a knee under him to raise his backside. "I think I may need to be reminded of my place."
Having already guessed her cue, Albine pulled back her hand and smacked his firm, toned ass. She didn't quite understand the purpose of it, but she did like the way every muscle in his body tensed up when she delivered the blow, and the little hissing gasp of pleasure he let out. That slap quickly turned into an affectionate rub along the curve of his stinging buttock, with a bit of cool air to soothe it.
"N-no, no, please," Zevran protested, gently swaying his hips. "Let it linger. Do it again, in fact. I--Aii!" The sound that came out of him could only be described as a squeal.
Her next blow was delivered slightly harder, and this time allowed to burn with no relief. "Like that?" she asked, only half-curiously. She already knew what his answer would be.
He caught his breath as the stars left his eyes, and buried another moan in her breasts. "S-si, querida..." he answered shakily. "Please do not be afraid to cause me a bit of pain. It makes the pleasure all the sweeter--Aaahaha, yes!" His gasp of shock broke into a heady laugh of pure euphoria, and his arousal brushed against Albine's inner thigh as he buried tears of exhilaration in her neck. "Oh, bellissima, you are a delight to all my senses." He pulled her into an embrace and rode out the wave of laughter.
Albine chuckled fondly and held her lover close, taking in the smell of his sweat from his hair. "I like the noises you make when I do it." She planted a kiss on his brow between sentences. "And when you jump, and when that band of muscle right under your thigh tightens up..."
"Creator..." he murmured under hot breath. "You truly have a way with words..." He gripped the handle of her waist and shifted his posture so his thighs were splayed around hers and his cock rested between them.
"We all have our quirks," said Albine, with the low, sultry tone she'd been practicing for him. She reached for his backside again, but only to stroke the inside of his thigh. "Like you having a sweet spot just inside here."
Despite all his years of learning to master his own urges, Zevran struggled to maintain what composure he had left. But his querida liked his noises, and he did very much enjoy making them. There were twitches of desire everywhere - his cock, his toes, his fingertips, his tongue, his lips.
"And you being a wonderfully quick learner..." he sighed between heavy breaths. "If your goal is to turn me into a quivering mass of adoration, you are well on the way."
"Zevrán," said Albine, carefully adding the proper accent as she stroked his hair. "Shhh."
His name in her voice, that soft shushing from her lips, her fingers in his hair - he could not help but bury his face in her belly and moan.
