03-06-2017, 12:29 PM
The aching, biting cold and the chilled shudders that followed along with it finally eased, finally let his frail-looking body settle and still against her heat. And it felt good, so good. So did that gentle touch, her wicked lips against his sensitive skin. He ducked his head and exhaled, tried not to show how much the simplest caress could undo him so easily, held himself so still as he remembered someone else with the weight of the loss slumping his shoulders.
Everything? she echoed quietly, and his mind turned back to her again. She was... different. Soft and calm. Not the wild thing he knew, craving and seeking both pleasures and pain tangled together in a sharp moment of ecstasy. Not biting and tearing into him as he tore into her, tasting each others blood as they did the same with Zoryn, all together. That was the only Diz he knew, the one he hated even as he drove himself into her with his teeth buried deep in her skin. He hated that she distracted Zor, hated that she distracted him, hated that she knew all the best ways to insert herself in the middle of it all.
And that goddamn mouth of hers.
But here and now she was completely different, and he wondered if she was always this way without Zoryn to stir it all up. It was doubtful. She had a wicked sharp tongue that he didn't think could ever be soothed, even with a slow and sensual pass of his own. And yet there she lay, curled and wrapped around him trying to keep him warm without even a flicker of lust in her eyes. Was it pity? Was it because he had no one else? Did she not think much of him unless her brother was around to toy and taunt her into taking them both?
And he let himself be curious as he sat and stared at her, his face unreadable. He let himself be distracted from the pain in his pathetic chest at losing the one he fell in love with. It never should have happened. And now he'd never really be able to let her go.
But here was Diz, and she was known to be so very distracting.
Suddenly there was an eager gleam in his eyes, and he lunged for her, shoved her down hard and pressed himself on top of her. That was the only quick movement, the only roughness, and he instantly settled.
His heavy-lidded gaze drank her in, every last starving detail, the black of her, the white of her, the sexy curves and hollows, until he finally -finally- met her provocative eyes. He held them as his head lowered to her, barely passed parted lips so painstakingly slowly over her hot skin, breathing her in. He trailed and hovered over her breast, her neck, the line of her throat where his slow movement slid to a pause.
Dizzy, he whispered low, brushing his lips across her sensitive flesh. Everything he did was tender and sweet, something she'd never seen from him before. Something she probably didn't even care for, this vicious vixen. But he could make love this way, he knew. If it were Leliana here with him, pressed beneath him as she had been so long ago. Only Leliana. Distraction, distraction, he reminded himself, and pulled himself up enough to lock intently onto her eyes again, her face. Diz.
He held his breath and stared down at her, and gave her one good, deliberate rock, as slow and purposeful as the rest of the things he'd done to her so far.
Everything? she echoed quietly, and his mind turned back to her again. She was... different. Soft and calm. Not the wild thing he knew, craving and seeking both pleasures and pain tangled together in a sharp moment of ecstasy. Not biting and tearing into him as he tore into her, tasting each others blood as they did the same with Zoryn, all together. That was the only Diz he knew, the one he hated even as he drove himself into her with his teeth buried deep in her skin. He hated that she distracted Zor, hated that she distracted him, hated that she knew all the best ways to insert herself in the middle of it all.
And that goddamn mouth of hers.
But here and now she was completely different, and he wondered if she was always this way without Zoryn to stir it all up. It was doubtful. She had a wicked sharp tongue that he didn't think could ever be soothed, even with a slow and sensual pass of his own. And yet there she lay, curled and wrapped around him trying to keep him warm without even a flicker of lust in her eyes. Was it pity? Was it because he had no one else? Did she not think much of him unless her brother was around to toy and taunt her into taking them both?
And he let himself be curious as he sat and stared at her, his face unreadable. He let himself be distracted from the pain in his pathetic chest at losing the one he fell in love with. It never should have happened. And now he'd never really be able to let her go.
But here was Diz, and she was known to be so very distracting.
Suddenly there was an eager gleam in his eyes, and he lunged for her, shoved her down hard and pressed himself on top of her. That was the only quick movement, the only roughness, and he instantly settled.
His heavy-lidded gaze drank her in, every last starving detail, the black of her, the white of her, the sexy curves and hollows, until he finally -finally- met her provocative eyes. He held them as his head lowered to her, barely passed parted lips so painstakingly slowly over her hot skin, breathing her in. He trailed and hovered over her breast, her neck, the line of her throat where his slow movement slid to a pause.
Dizzy, he whispered low, brushing his lips across her sensitive flesh. Everything he did was tender and sweet, something she'd never seen from him before. Something she probably didn't even care for, this vicious vixen. But he could make love this way, he knew. If it were Leliana here with him, pressed beneath him as she had been so long ago. Only Leliana. Distraction, distraction, he reminded himself, and pulled himself up enough to lock intently onto her eyes again, her face. Diz.
He held his breath and stared down at her, and gave her one good, deliberate rock, as slow and purposeful as the rest of the things he'd done to her so far.
