The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Isabela]

Still she hesitates, holds back. Down, girl. What would he say if you threw yourself at him, told him how much you've dreamed of him, how long you've searched? He'd spook. And with good reason. Whatever this feeling is she's nurturing inside, it scares her; she wants nothing to do with the powerful need to touch him again, to embrace him, to cling to him and never let go. "Well, I suppose I am," she says finally. "Special, unique, one of a kind. Captain Isabela, that's me."

[Zevran]

His eyes crinkle as he smiles at her. "Damn right you are, ma'bela," he replies, shifting his head so he can press a kiss to her fingertips. "Also amazing, generous, clever, deadly, beautiful, witty and daring. Mmmh. And brave, inspiring and resourceful."

[Isabela]

Her heart aches, and she struggles to center herself, to not give way to the tears she can almost feel brewing behind her eyes. "That's me," she replies, knowing she's off her game and hating it. "I don't know what you're after..." she begins, trailing off. 

[Zevran]

"You," Zevran says simply, gently. "Just you, just the parts of you that you wish to give me. No, not give, share. I will make no claim, nor place no expectation or rule upon you that you do not offer of your own accord. I understand what it feels like to wear chains and what it feels like to need never feel them again." He kisses her fingers again, then her palm. "Share what you will, ma'bela, and I shall be content."

[Isabela]

"But you're leaving, in a few days, perhaps a week or so. You have to, to be safe."

[Zevran]

"I am," Zevran admits softly, sagging slightly. Then he rallies, offering a smile. "But perhaps that simply means you could add a..." He has to search for the right phrase briefly. "Frequent port to call? I think? To your list. Go and explore, go and adventure, be free, be yourself... and know that you can return to me and be welcomed home." Should I..? Yes. It is clear this is new ground for us both, if I do not say it, she might well not realize the choice exists. "But that is not to say I would not enjoy it greatly if you stayed with us, for however long you wished, before leaving."

[Isabela]

"Wouldn't having me around blow your cover?" she asks, blinking. 

[Zevran]

"We... do not have a cover? We have an idea about what story we might use," Zevran corrects her, smiling a bit ruefully. "We don't really know enough about this Enclave to make any plans so it's really handy we just met someone that evidently does know about them." The words coming out even as the realization occurs, he turns to look back up at the Tree with a bemused, almost befuddled expression.

[Isabela]

"Huh. I guess I've been thinking of this like a heist. Never occurred to me you might just be honest about who you are and what you want."

[Zevran]

Zevran tears his gaze away from the tree, snickering. "Is that so?" He grins at her, humor glowing in his eyes. "I must say, that seems to imply that perhaps I am not the first thing you've stolen, hmm?" Pressing one hand to his chest, he fans himself with the other. "My dearie me, oh what sort of crowd have I stumbled into? Need I fear for my virtue? Oh woe and weep for me and my innocence."

[Isabela]

She laughs, reaching for his ass and pulling him closer by his waist. "You'd better run, if you want to save your virtue, girlie," she says in a low, gruff voice. "I'll not be protectin' any of ye dainty parts." 

[Zevran]

"Girlie?" Zevran protests, mock-offended. "Elfy, I would allow, but girlie?" He presses in towards her, improperly close, so she can feel the length of him against her pelvis and stomach. 

[Isabela]

"What, you say you're a man? Prove it, then," she laughs. "Never can tell with elves."

[Zevran]

"Clearly, you have not met the right sort of elf," Zevran murmurs, hands sliding around to rest on either side of her back, a few inches above her hips. "Are there any... practicalities that need be addressed?" he asks, tone still low but the playfulness dropped for a few seconds.

[Isabela]

"Nope," she says gaily. "I'm free of disease and I take care of the other thing with alchemy."