Blood from Stone [AU]

[Marian Hawke]

She gives a small nod. "Tonight I have to... I'm sure Carver will have told my family what happened. I will have to talk to them about it. But until then, I don't... I don't want to spend the whole time brooding about it, going in circles, trying to figure everything out. I want to come to them calm and ready to fix it."

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran grins then, his favorite grin- wicked and wild and blazing with life and joy. "A few hours of mind blowing sex, followed by some cuddling to cool down, a most gentlemanly walk home, and to end, a passionate kiss farewell? I think I can assist with that." His tone has grown husky, almost rough despite the lilting, flowing accent his has.

[Marian Hawke]

She nods, mouth gone dry, trembling a little. It won't be like Drake. Bethany said he was better than that. That he was the best, even. It won't be the same as it was.

[Tethras Clan]

"Have you any... requests? Preferences?" She is... apprehensive, despite her desire for this. I know she has had a lover, for some two years in fact. But... one lover, perhaps also innocent, would perhaps not be enough to quell that sort of thing.

[Marian Hawke]

"No, I..." 

She hesitates, blushing faintly as she glances away. "I have only been with one man before," she whispers. "And it was not... enjoyable. But, Bethany says, she says you're nothing like that, so..."

[Tethras Clan]

"Ah." The word is sad but understanding. "Perhaps a kiss to... Test the waters?"

[Marian Hawke]

"I like kissing," she admits, still not meeting his eyes. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran shifts, moving closer so his face was so very near her own. "Then may I kiss you, étudiant délectable?" His voice has dropped lower still, a purred whisper of air. And his eyes... oh his eyes. 

[Marian Hawke]

"Yes," she breathes, closing her eyes, her stomach a mass of butterflies.

[Tethras Clan]

He starts soft, just a brush of lips against lips. When she responds, he firms the kiss, his hand sliding around to cradle her head and allow him to guide her angle. When she warms, he flicks his tongue across her bottom lip, asking permission.

[Marian Hawke]

She opens to him like a flower, drinking him in greedily, sinking into his arms. Yes, her heart whispers. Every step, every motion, is so unlike kissing Drake that she could hardly believe they were both male; Drake had been insistent, pushy, demanding, while Zevran is gentle, seeking permission every step of the way. Even with Cindy, they'd fumbled their way into a routine, finding their rhythm together -- but here, he knows what he's doing and executes it expertly. I can't wait to see what he'll do next.


Marian is about twenty minutes late to dinner. She strides up the walk boldly, pretending not to see Hunter dart inside to get the boss, pretending not to see the fear and budding anger on Carver's face as he gets the door. Instead, she kisses Zevran once more, smiles a little, and turns to face the future, head held high.

[Bethany]

Bethany, thankfully, was a single step behind her twin, hand gripping his arm. "Liz! I... wow. Your, uh, walk seems to have done you well?"

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran, seeing her being greeted, bows and begins to amble back to the Shiny Cat. I wonder if Isabela is... well, not home but... It would be good to talk this over with someone. And perhaps Liz might enjoy a taste of something... more honied.

[Marian Hawke]

She almost shies back, almost lowers her head. No. I'm going to face this. "It did," she says, as calmly as she can manage. "Sorry I'm late."

[Bethany]

That gets a knowing smirk. "Zevran is a very good... walking partner. Was it just the two of you or...?" Still going to talk about your just running off but... you look.. good right now.