There is something more than mere playing, here. Something more than the joke and the act they put on for the laughing crowd, waiting with baited breath. Somewhere distantly Zevran hears a hissed 'kiss him' from one of the nobles and he does in fact give the idea some consideration. Just a touch, before Alistair is pulling away and the moment is gone. Likewise he sweeps into a bow with a flourish of his cape, hooking an arm around Alistair's waist to take him off the floor.
Now, perhaps, it was time enough, their backs to the congregation, in full view-
To let that hand slip down and casually palm Alistair's ass.
"Keep walking, we're almost to the alcove." A soft aside murmured with all the warmth and desire he would give a lover's endearment.
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Date: 2016-07-12 04:41 am (UTC)Now, perhaps, it was time enough, their backs to the congregation, in full view-
To let that hand slip down and casually palm Alistair's ass.
"Keep walking, we're almost to the alcove." A soft aside murmured with all the warmth and desire he would give a lover's endearment.