God, why did it feel so good to have her lips crushed with his? He was supposed to hate her. They were supposed to hate each other. He hadn’t really meant to kiss her, had he? He didn’t even know anymore. Couldn’t remember what had gone through his mind before he’d seen her. But it didn’t really matter, did it? Because this felt good, and she wasn’t pushing him away, wasn’t telling him to back the fuck off. Wasn’t hating him so he could pretend to hate her too. So naturally he continued, took from her what he had been unknowingly craving.
She groaned into their kiss, Ohh, fuck yes, and his pulse immediately quickened. He slowed into the sweet and savory as his heart raced, tasting her, drinking her in and breathing her -silently noting the lack of Zoryn’s scent. Why the hell was that so damn pleasing? Why the hell did that make him never want to stop.
Mine.
No, not his.
Fuck, where was his mind.
She leaned into those deep kisses, encouraged him to take more and more. Fucking gladly. And when he finally broke away, though unable to really distance from her at all, she gasped as though he’d sucked the very breath from her lungs. His lips curved with a satisfied little smirk and he brushed the corner of his mouth with hers, told her she wasn’t a distraction like she used to be. Instead, so goddamn distracting. God, and why did that grunt of a laugh of hers sound good too? It was just a damn chuckle.
”Yeah, well, you too, babe.”
And her lips toyed at the patch of night-blue, that tender spot she had always enjoyed biting into and tasting the blood of his stars. His smile faltered, faded, and his breath stuck in his throat as she trailed kisses along his jawline. He was frozen, held so still as she lingered there at that perfect place. ”God, how do you do that? One look and I’m yours all over again.”
I have a solution for that, he murmured without thinking, barely breathing.
Be mine all the time.
But he sure as hell didn’t say it, couldn’t believe he even thought it. He didn’t want Diz, dammit. He wanted Leliana. Leliana. And she wanted Zoryn. They were just an amazing lie, weren't they? Ah, man, what the fuck was he doing. He was screwing everything up again. Just as he always did. Why’d he have to go and break this weird, fucked up relationship, push it into new and unfamiliar territory. What did he think they were going to do, sneak away to have sex with each other on the side? Some kind of secret lovers or something? Yeah, Zor would get a real kick out of that.
Dizzy.. Fuck, but she was incredible. And she was still there, so agonizingly close to the delicious spot they both loved so much just on the other side of his jaw. He should definitely stop them before they made things worse. He never should have, god, made love to her in the first place. But it was so damn good. And her sweet breath fanning against him, her lips barely touching his skin, was stealing away any chance at thinking clearly. He never was good at thinking things through. Always acted without considering the consequences. Maybe that was just who he was. Maybe she liked it about him.
Do it, he whispered, his voice husky and thick. Do it, Diz.
Taste me.
God, please taste me.
I'll take my bow, I won't make a sound
I whisper truce as the ashes hit the ground
