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Ficlet: Sleepy 1/1 K
Title: Sleepy
Author: Rhion
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue
Summary: Continuation of Restless Confusion
AN: Another kmeme prompt fill. Sleepy
Original prompt: I want fluff with Zevran. F!Warden is stressed, depressed, and /tired/; she slumps down next to Zevran and falls asleep on his shoulder and/or head in his lap.
Zevran can do sex like nobody else, but trust and tenderness towards someone is a different kettle of fish.
Bonus points for hair stroking and death glares for other companions that wake his warden.
XXX
Again, Tylah had fallen asleep on him - and it was only dinnertime. Sighing, Zevran shifted, sliding his arm around her waist as he hunkered down against Ser Prize. He wasn't sure if this was a distressing habit, or merely... endearing. Taking her bowl of half-eaten stew from the lax grip she held it in, Zevran set it aside. The others were still focused on their meals, and talking in a low hum, and Zevran barely paid any attention to it. What did their nattering matter to him? He had better things to do.
Like try to figure out why it was that he was thinking about carrying Tylah's sleeping form to his tent, and laying her out - but not so he could have sex with her, rather he would like to... hold her and join her in sleep. Tucking his chin down to look at how her features had gone soft, cheek smooshed against his chest, and of course the tell-tale traveling hand that had found its' way to his thigh, fingers flexing as she clutched it, making him smile faintly at the sight. Covering her cheek in a soft caress, he forgot they weren't alone, his focus narrowing.
Today had been one of those days when he wound up rushing in front of her, drawing as many attacks along the way. He still had the bruises to prove it. In the end it had gone well, as Tylah had swept in after him, swinging her two-handed sword as if it were weightless, between the two of them, they had taken the brunt, leaving the others to mop up the stragglers. Of course the heaviness of the armor Tylah wore on her tiny frame added to her fatigue and that was most likely the only reason she had fallen asleep on him for the second night running. Zevran would enjoy it as much as he could, while he could.
"Hey - watch it there!" Alistair's voice took on a sharp note, making Zevran's head jerk up from his inspection of Tylah's sweet face. "Don't think I don't see what you're doing!"
It took every ounce of self-control to not snarl at the jealous, lumbering shem, but Zevran managed it, keeping his voice frostily arch. "And what might I be doing, my dear Alistair?"
Tylah made a tiny sound in her sleep, restlessly curling closer to him, and tucking her face into his chest. Zevran shushed her, cupping the back of her head and stroking it slowly, while he shot a dark glower at Alistair. Generally the almost-Templar didn't pick up on such subtle cues, but this time he did. Probably because Leliana smacked his shoulder, sending him a glare of her own.
Zevran waited until Tylah was fully back asleep before changing his grasp on her, slowly lifting her up so he could put her to bed. Where she belonged. In her tent. Not his. Which was where he wound up taking her anyway. Sighing at his foolishness, the Crow set her down as gently as he could after having to half wriggle with her in his arms to enter the canvas tent. That was the easy part, the hard part was prying her clutching fingers from his tunic so he could remove their boots and tuck the covers over her. It took some doing, but he obtained his objective, and he thought he was in the clear as he settled down beside her.
Well he wasn't.
Her eyes were open, he could see the whites of her eyes in the faint ruddy light that shone through the tent's walls. "Ah, Warden - let me explain..."
"Shh," she whispered, and he felt chagrined, wanting nothing more than to stutter out apologies, as this was a most awkward situation, caught staring, caught taking her to his bed, caught taking liberties with where his hand was placed just shy of her rump. "Did I fall asleep on you again?"
Shifting around uncomfortably, Zevran nodded. "It was a long day, you were tired."
"Long for you too," Tylah tucked in close, so they were nose to nose, and he felt her warm breath puffing over his mouth as she spoke.
Zevran couldn't help chuckling at that. "Yes, but I do not wear armor that weighs as much as I do or swing around a sword that is taller than me. While you do both."
Tylah's reply was cut off with a yawn that she quickly muffled in his shoulder. Taking the opportunity to wrap his other arm around her, Zevran tucked his chin over her head. Crows didn't sleep with people, it was one of the unspoken tenets - to sleep with someone was just asking for an attack. And yet right at this moment, it was all he wanted to do. To curl into her as she was curling into him, her toned legs tangling with his as though it were the most natural thing ever.
"Your heart's beating fast," her mumbling lips were kissing him as she spoke, right against the base of his throat. "Is something wrong?"
"Ah, no. No, nothing is wrong, dear Tylah," he averred, swallowing down his nervousness.
The Warden shifted in his embrace, wiggling up against him in the most distracting of fashions. Distraction - it was the only reason he could justify her taking him unawares. Raspberry colored lips brushed over the corner of his mouth, fingers brushed over his temple, and she pressed her cheek to his, all of which made him shiver.
She then did the most curious thing, petting fingers sliding over the side of his head, distracting press of her body to his, and the oddity - the tip of her nose rubbing over his as she whispered, "Then sleep."
Author: Rhion
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue
Summary: Continuation of Restless Confusion
AN: Another kmeme prompt fill. Sleepy
Original prompt: I want fluff with Zevran. F!Warden is stressed, depressed, and /tired/; she slumps down next to Zevran and falls asleep on his shoulder and/or head in his lap.
Zevran can do sex like nobody else, but trust and tenderness towards someone is a different kettle of fish.
Bonus points for hair stroking and death glares for other companions that wake his warden.
XXX
Again, Tylah had fallen asleep on him - and it was only dinnertime. Sighing, Zevran shifted, sliding his arm around her waist as he hunkered down against Ser Prize. He wasn't sure if this was a distressing habit, or merely... endearing. Taking her bowl of half-eaten stew from the lax grip she held it in, Zevran set it aside. The others were still focused on their meals, and talking in a low hum, and Zevran barely paid any attention to it. What did their nattering matter to him? He had better things to do.
Like try to figure out why it was that he was thinking about carrying Tylah's sleeping form to his tent, and laying her out - but not so he could have sex with her, rather he would like to... hold her and join her in sleep. Tucking his chin down to look at how her features had gone soft, cheek smooshed against his chest, and of course the tell-tale traveling hand that had found its' way to his thigh, fingers flexing as she clutched it, making him smile faintly at the sight. Covering her cheek in a soft caress, he forgot they weren't alone, his focus narrowing.
Today had been one of those days when he wound up rushing in front of her, drawing as many attacks along the way. He still had the bruises to prove it. In the end it had gone well, as Tylah had swept in after him, swinging her two-handed sword as if it were weightless, between the two of them, they had taken the brunt, leaving the others to mop up the stragglers. Of course the heaviness of the armor Tylah wore on her tiny frame added to her fatigue and that was most likely the only reason she had fallen asleep on him for the second night running. Zevran would enjoy it as much as he could, while he could.
"Hey - watch it there!" Alistair's voice took on a sharp note, making Zevran's head jerk up from his inspection of Tylah's sweet face. "Don't think I don't see what you're doing!"
It took every ounce of self-control to not snarl at the jealous, lumbering shem, but Zevran managed it, keeping his voice frostily arch. "And what might I be doing, my dear Alistair?"
Tylah made a tiny sound in her sleep, restlessly curling closer to him, and tucking her face into his chest. Zevran shushed her, cupping the back of her head and stroking it slowly, while he shot a dark glower at Alistair. Generally the almost-Templar didn't pick up on such subtle cues, but this time he did. Probably because Leliana smacked his shoulder, sending him a glare of her own.
Zevran waited until Tylah was fully back asleep before changing his grasp on her, slowly lifting her up so he could put her to bed. Where she belonged. In her tent. Not his. Which was where he wound up taking her anyway. Sighing at his foolishness, the Crow set her down as gently as he could after having to half wriggle with her in his arms to enter the canvas tent. That was the easy part, the hard part was prying her clutching fingers from his tunic so he could remove their boots and tuck the covers over her. It took some doing, but he obtained his objective, and he thought he was in the clear as he settled down beside her.
Well he wasn't.
Her eyes were open, he could see the whites of her eyes in the faint ruddy light that shone through the tent's walls. "Ah, Warden - let me explain..."
"Shh," she whispered, and he felt chagrined, wanting nothing more than to stutter out apologies, as this was a most awkward situation, caught staring, caught taking her to his bed, caught taking liberties with where his hand was placed just shy of her rump. "Did I fall asleep on you again?"
Shifting around uncomfortably, Zevran nodded. "It was a long day, you were tired."
"Long for you too," Tylah tucked in close, so they were nose to nose, and he felt her warm breath puffing over his mouth as she spoke.
Zevran couldn't help chuckling at that. "Yes, but I do not wear armor that weighs as much as I do or swing around a sword that is taller than me. While you do both."
Tylah's reply was cut off with a yawn that she quickly muffled in his shoulder. Taking the opportunity to wrap his other arm around her, Zevran tucked his chin over her head. Crows didn't sleep with people, it was one of the unspoken tenets - to sleep with someone was just asking for an attack. And yet right at this moment, it was all he wanted to do. To curl into her as she was curling into him, her toned legs tangling with his as though it were the most natural thing ever.
"Your heart's beating fast," her mumbling lips were kissing him as she spoke, right against the base of his throat. "Is something wrong?"
"Ah, no. No, nothing is wrong, dear Tylah," he averred, swallowing down his nervousness.
The Warden shifted in his embrace, wiggling up against him in the most distracting of fashions. Distraction - it was the only reason he could justify her taking him unawares. Raspberry colored lips brushed over the corner of his mouth, fingers brushed over his temple, and she pressed her cheek to his, all of which made him shiver.
She then did the most curious thing, petting fingers sliding over the side of his head, distracting press of her body to his, and the oddity - the tip of her nose rubbing over his as she whispered, "Then sleep."
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Mmmm, this was so sweet, and I LOVE me some sweet Zevran. The last line was just perfect.
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