Fanfic: Float

[decantate]

 I feel kind of bad for offering this beside all of the delicious smut, but here is my contribution to the Zevran love-in, set ten years post-blight.

RATING: T 
CHARACTERS: Zevran/f!Surana
SUMMARY: Pregnancy fluff
WORDCOUNT: about 500, but it's all over one day, so I really stretched myself. ;)

Zevran shook the dust from his hands as he walked in, watching in silence as Neria slowly stood from the chair and took a few awkward steps forward. He came up behind her and pressed his thumbs on either side of her spine.

"Ah, my dear Warden, I wish that the child did not pain you so."

"It does not," she lied. He ducked down to press a smile into the back of her neck.

 

 

"You work me so hard every minute of the day," he complained, and she gave a snorting laugh. "Let me have a little time to relax this afternoon, my luscious goddess. Come and take a walk with me."

They went to a wide, deserted beach. He coaxed her out of her clothes and across the sand. The waves were lapping at her thighs when she stopped and would go no further. Eventually she made her confession, leaning away as he tugged her hands: "Zev. I can't swim."

He laughed at her and she glared at him and he laughed harder. "How is it that I have known you so many years now and did not know this? How did you get to this age without knowing how to swim?"

The glower was the only response she would give and if he were grinning any wider his cheeks would surely split open. "Oh, is this a Tower issue?" He gave her hands another tug.

She worked to remove her hands from his grasp and he was just as nimble in catching her fingers again. They struggled like this for a moment when she gave a burst of laughter. "Yes, it is a Tower issue, you horrible man! I can't tell you all of my flaws. It would be an extremely short and boring conversation."

He laughed again and came closer, coaxing her into deeper water with his arm around her back. "Indulge me, mi amora. Do you think that I would let anything happen to you? No. I will wait until you have given me my child at least before I toss you away, you should know this."

"I hate you."

"Oh? Is this why you keep me up all night with your carnal demands?"

"I hate all of you except your tongue."

"And my pisello."

"And your pisello."

"And my fingers."

She didn't respond to this, trying to skitter back a little when a larger wave slapped against her hips. He held her firmly up and she clung to his arm. He gave in to temptation and brushed his cheek and lips adoringly over her shoulder.

"And my tattoos," he said when he lifted his head. "You don't make a very big fuss over them, but I can see by your greedy eyes how obscenely handsome you think I am."

"I would not go so far as… ooh!" she gasped. She was finally deep enough in that the water buoyed her up, his arms secure around her. The child's weight floated in the ocean instead of hanging from her spine, and he could feel the release of tension from her back.

"There you go," he murmured against her ear, endlessly smug. "Perhaps you do not hate me so very much, mmm?"

"Oh no, Zev. You are the cleverest man I have ever met and obscenely handsome as well," she answered happily, her fingers clenching his wrist white-knuckled. "Truly a prince among elves."

He laughed throatily, nipped her ear, then laughed again at how she jumped a little in his arms. Knowing his luck, he would be forced to satisfy her carnal demands yet again today, too.