"What?" The smolder shatters, Zevran blinking in surprise. People aren't supposed to know it's an act. Bull and Dorian certainly never called him on it, too busy enjoying the result of his years of training in and around the bedroom. Of course Alistair would notice, of course he would care-
And of course Zevran drops his hands to cross his arms over his chest, fake pouting. "You have me half naked on you lap, Alistair. If you start talking about the dog I'm going to be offended."
Seriously. Sexy elf, all this skin in his lap, wanting him? Wanting to be wanted back? And he'll talk about a dog? He opens his mouth to say something else wry and amusing when Alistair shifts and drags and- "Ooh."
Ok. No Crowing. He slips forward enough to curl his arms around Alistair's shoulders, bumping their noses together. "Then move us."
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Date: 2016-07-21 09:37 pm (UTC)And of course Zevran drops his hands to cross his arms over his chest, fake pouting. "You have me half naked on you lap, Alistair. If you start talking about the dog I'm going to be offended."
Seriously. Sexy elf, all this skin in his lap, wanting him? Wanting to be wanted back? And he'll talk about a dog? He opens his mouth to say something else wry and amusing when Alistair shifts and drags and- "Ooh."
Ok. No Crowing. He slips forward enough to curl his arms around Alistair's shoulders, bumping their noses together. "Then move us."