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heartsdefine · 7 months
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@volchtsa said: ❝ how are you doing? you survived a serious blow. ❞   from talia for zevran!
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        "Who, me?" Zevran chuckles, leaning back on the tree he's propped himself against, masking a wince with a wave of his hand. "Your concern flatters me, dear Warden, but I assure you I am—fine." That time he failed to suppress a grimace, the last word spoken through gritted teeth.
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cuervocanto · 2 years
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Continued from (x)
The assassin was in a similar state of disheveled, though more than likely intentional. The top buttons of his poet shirt were undone, his chest was exposed to the crisp air of the keep, and the vest he wore earlier was nowhere to be found. His hair, too, had been taken down from its usual pins and allowed to fall wherever it wished--which was, more often than not, directly into his face. 
“I would comment on your poor sleeves, but I think I like this look more,” he teased, and offered Atreion his glass, half-full of brandy.
“When your presence at social events is relegated mostly to listening for gossip on the sidelines, it is not so hard to slip away unnoticed, yes?” He adds, shrugging with that laissez-faire façade of his. “The Lady Ambassador can rest assured: I came, I saw, I picked up enough blackmail that we will be trading in favors for weeks. Surely she could forgive me for seeking some fresh air?” 
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ofsinnersandsaints · 4 years
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one night and every morning after
rating: E total word count: 28185 chapter: 5/? takes place in episode 7
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Sex fantasy orbs were a moral quandary.
But then, as Maggie might say, Harry could find a moral quandary in an empty box.
Either way, Harry hadn’t been able to get the idea out of his head since Mel had accused Maggie of using his orb for salacious purposes.
He hadn’t actually gone through with it, but should someone slip him a truth potion, he might confess to having considered it once or twice. Perhaps a dozen times, but no more than that, but what else was a man to do when the woman he wanted more than anything was a part of his daily life?
He’d already decided to go through with his attraction, the fear of what might happen no longer enough to keep his desires – his needs – in check. The only reason he’d waited as long as he had was because he wanted it to the be the right moment, and more importantly, it needed to be the right argument.
Macy was quite possibly one of the most selfless people he’d ever met, and she would have no problem giving up whatever they might become for the greater good. However, Harry no longer believed them being apart was for the greater good.
Just because he cared about her, quite irreparably, didn’t mean he wouldn’t continue to protect Maggie and Mel with everything in him.
And if the Elders thought they could take him awake from the Charmed Ones, they were certainly welcome to try; Harry was no longer a man to give in without a fight.
Now, however was not the time.
There were terrifying bees outside the house, Macy had kept a necklace a secret from her sisters and himself and a dark and nefarious was demon was coming to take the scythe from them.
“I didn’t say anything because I was ashamed of what they key might have meant.”
“Macy, you can always talk to us about this stuff.”
Harry wanted to reiterate Macy could always talk to him about anything as well, but now wasn’t the time for that either. “Ladies, as much as I enjoy our emotional heart-to-hearts, now may not be the best time. That shadow demon will be cutting our power any minute. We need to come up with a plan.”
The four of them looked at each other, and while Harry wanted to get the conversation started he was also aware that part of his job was to guide the sisters so they could one day fight on their own. They had run simulation after simulation in the orb, they were ready for this.
“We know the shadow demon wants the last shard of the Scythe,” Maggie started and Harry couldn’t contain his pride as her eyes lit up bright with an idea. “Let’s use that against him. I can use the glamor spell to make something convincing enough to distract him.”
Macy nodded, looking around the room. “He wants to fight us in the dark.”
“We won’t let that happen,” Mel confirmed as Macy picked up a candle. “There’s a spell in the book which keeps a candle from blowing out. No demon is breaking out of Tarturus on our watch.”
“I’ll get started on the glamor,” Maggie announced, moving away to gather the ingredients for her spell.
“And I’ll find the incantation for the candles.”
Harry met Macy’s eyes. “Then we’ll get started on spreading the candles around the house.”
“There are candles in that chest over there,” Maggie said with a flick of her wrist.
Together they walked over to the steam trunk, and Harry flipped open the lid and saw the nearly hundreds of candles inside. “How did your sisters not realize your mother was a witch?”
Macy smiled at him, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’d like to think I would have caught on, but the idea my mother was a witch is still hard for me to wrap my mind around.”
Harry had a witty retort planned as he moved to lift his side of the chest but immediately forgot it and the sheer weight of the candles. “This might be a bit much to move by hand. Would you mind doing the honors, Macy?”
“My pleasure,” and this time the smile seemed a little more genuine as she used her magic to lift the chest and bring it down to the living room. “We’ll start here and then work our way up?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Harry agreed and went to the kitchen to lighters, handing one to Macy.
In silence they began to place the candles around the room, lighting them as they went. It wasn’t until they were finishing up in the attic, Maggic and Mel taking care of the candles in their room, that Macy finally spoke. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything about the key.”
Harry looked up, surprised by the apology. Macy was standing just behind him as he lit the candles underneath the large circle window. Her fingers twisted in a sure sign of nerves. “You know you could have told me, don’t you?”
She shrugged one shoulder and he felt immensely guilty at the space which had built between them. He’d been so certain of his plan, of their future, he’d forgotten Macy had been adrift. After being told she had a darkness in her, she’d spoken to her sisters and he’d thought that was that.
Obviously the comment had buried deeper than either he or her sisters had realized.
“Macy, I don’t care what that woman said.”
“What if she’s right?” she interrupted, fear and panic in her eyes as well as her voice. “What if there-“
He held up a hand to keep her from continuing. “You misunderstand me. The priestess may have been right, but it doesn’t matter to me.”
“You can’t say that, Harry.”
“Of course I can,” he said with the self confidence he possessed. “It doesn’t matter to me. See? Said it, no problem.”
Her laughter was soft and when she looked away he crooked his finger and used it to raise her chin to meet his gaze. “I’m serious, Macy.”
“Do you think she’s right?”
“Honestly? I have no idea, whatever she saw, I don’t see. But if it is something that’s real, we’ll deal with it if and when it becomes a problem.”
There was a bit of a smirk to her smile this time. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it? Doesn’t really seem like Macy Vaughn way.”
Harry laughed and allowed himself the pleasure of running his thumb along the smooth skin of her jaw. “It’s not normally my way either,” he admitted. “But we’ll try together.”
Macy nodded, and while he didn’t think she was completely convinced she didn’t look as tense as she had moments before. Instead her eyes traveled over the room, to the brilliant and bright candle light making the room warm with their delicate flickers.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” but she looked around the room with stars in her eyes. “It’s just, this is the most romantic thing I’ve seen in my life and we’re doing to make sure a shadow demon doesn’t try to kill us.”
He took in the intensely dreamy visual and understood what she saw. This was kind of scenario someone would set up to welcome their lover home, the kind of moment which included wine and strawberries and long, slow lovemaking. “Does ruin the mood a bit, doesn’t it?”
“Are we ready,” Mel asked she came back into the attic with Maggie.
Macy turned to her sisters and gestured to the box of long matches, “There are a few more candles to finish lighting.”
They were all gathered around the fake piece of the Scythe when the lights went out.
“It’s here.”
 They hadn’t won the fight, Macy reminded herself as she and her sisters, along with Harry, gathered at the kitchen table. But they hadn’t lost either, and that had to count for something, though the bruise on Mel looked terrible.
She wished could take the pain for herself. “If I had just been honest, and told you about the key, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Mel rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and if we had told you about the key mom was wearing in the 80s, same deal.”
“So, from now on, we tell each other everything.” Maggie looked at Mel in a way which made the hairs on the back of her neck raise. “No matter how scary it seems.”
“What?” Macy asked, knowing she was being left out of something important.
“There’s something else,” Mel reluctantly answered. “Not just the key, it was something that mom said.”
Harry sat down next to her, and she wished could borrow some of his strength for her own. But just having him there, close enough to touch, was almost enough. “Okay, what did she say?”
“She was pregnant,” Maggie explained when it became apparent Mel wasn’t going to. “And she thought there was something wrong with her baby.”
The shock coursed through her nerves and it felt like pain. She hadn’t wanted to be right, had almost convinced herself Harry had been right and what the priestess said wouldn’t make a difference, didn’t matter. “You mean me.”
“Yeah, but we don’t – we don’t know what she meant.”
“I know what it means,” and she could feel herself shutting down, put up those ice walls no one had ever been able to get through. Inside the soft Macy who had admitted to romantic daydreams was replaced with the cold, logical Macy. “It must be why she gave me up, she sensed some evil in me.”
“Don’t jump to that conclusion. We have no idea what she meant, or how that key connects to you. We do know that mom loved, she wanted you back. She got you hired at the lab, right?”
“That’s quite right,” Harry’s quiet murmur reassured her.
His voice shouldn’t have melted her, but she could feel cracks in the ice which hadn’t been there a moment ago. “None of this explains what this darkness even is. But mom sensed it, and I feel it.”
“I have been watching human behavior for decades, everyone has the capacity for darkness.” This time when he spoke she turned to look at him, and it would be so easy to believe him when he looked at her like she was the center of everything. “It’s your actions, not your nature that defines you.”
His shoulder was a warm comfort, too quickly gone and Macy resisted the urge to keep him close to her.
But he wasn’t hers to keep; they had agreed to keep the distance and as difficult as it was she was trying to keep her end of the bargain.
“If we’re going to be honest about everything, then there’s something I need to tell you both.”
“What is it?” Macy asked, concern in her voice while Maggie’s eyes lit up as she knew what confession was about to come out of her eldest sister.
“It’s about Harry and I.” Maggie squealed and Macy smiled before she remembered she wasn’t going to make the admission her sister hoped for. “We were involved.”
“Involved?” Mel asked as Maggie clapped her hands.
“Past tense, Maggie.” Macy linked her fingers together and looked at the table because it was easier to tell her secrets to a piece of furniture than her sisters. “The night before we became Charmed Ones? I told you I was going to finish packing my stuff and the Air B&B, but I actually went to pick up a guy.”
“The man you told us about on Halloween?” Mel clarified.
Macy finally pulled together enough courage to look at the two most important people in her life. “That was Harry.”
“Oh my God.”
“I’m so happy.”
Macy shook her head. “But it’s forbidden, whitelighters and witches, so it can’t happen again. I just figured, if we’re being honest about everything, you should know.”
“How was it?” Maggie asked, as if the question had bubbling for days and finally spilled out.
“Maggie,” Mel scolded, before looking at Macy. “But for real though, how was it?”
“I already told you,” she reminded them and could feel her smile go soft. “It was close to perfect.”
“And you’re just going to let him go?”
With a snort, Macy got up to go the kitchen, Mel and Maggie following half a step behind her. “What do you expect me to do, Mel? It’s forbidden.”
“What would happen if the Elders found out,” Maggie pressed as Macy decided she’d make herself tea.
“We’d loose him.” The look Maggie and Mel shared was enough to steady her shaky heart. They had lost so much, she couldn’t risk taking Harry from them too. “But don’t worry, Harry and I are adults. We can contain our baser urges.”
“We said we weren’t going to keep things from each other,” Maggie pointed out.
“Even from ourselves,” Mel added, her voice soft as she was worried about hurting Macy.
“What are you talking about?” Macy asked looking at her sisters, confused.
“It’s not just baser urges, is it Macy?”
Macy took a full step back, as if that would make the truth any less real. “I’m going to make some tea and then go to bed. It’s been a long day.”
She watched as Mel and Maggie looked at each other, had some silent conversation she couldn’t begin to translate. Those wordless looks were built on decades of being together, and Macy knew no matter how much time she had with them she’d never have those years. She’d always be behind by twenty years, desperately trying to catch up.
Forgetting the tea and all the questions roiling inside her like a storm she went up to her room and shut the door behind her.
Only she wasn’t alone.
Harry was sitting on the hope chest at the end of her bed, standing up when she came barreling into her bedroom. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” he assured her, his hands in his pockets. “I was hoping to take you somewhere.”
Her heart couldn’t take this, not after all it had been through today. “Harry, I don’t think-“
“Just give me a minute,” he stepped forward and reached out as if he had planned to touch her but stopped himself at the last moment. “If you don’t want to stay, I’ll bring you right back.”
“Where to?” she asked, not quite an acquiescence, but it was enough to bring a smile to Harry’s face and her ice melted a little more.
“Not far,” he assured her and went to her vanity where the orb sat. He picked it up and met her in the middle of the room, holding the clear glass between them. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
He took one step closer and she could swear she could almost feel his voice vibrating against her skin when he whispered. “Close your eyes.”
Macy knew how this worked; they had been doing simulations for months now, each one getting harder and harder to make ensure their powers weren’t going stagnant. She felt the magic wrap around her, pulling her into the little world Harry (and on occasion on Maggie) designed to suit their purposes.
When she opened her eyes it wasn’t a seedy alley, or a creepy dungeon, but the attic of her own home.
Only it wasn’t the way it had been just fifteen minutes earlier. Gone were the old pieces of furniture and boxes of old clothes. Instead it was as if Harry had reached into her deepest, most secretive fantasies and made them real because the entire room looked as if it had been pulled from a fairy tale.
Gauzy fabric covered the open beams of the walls and what seemed like a thousand candles lit the room. They were everywhere, on the floor, the windowsills, even hanging from the ceiling in colored glass containers so there were soft spots of red and purple amidst the orange glow.
The room smelled of her bubble bath, and in the middle stood Harry.
“It’s not technically real, so if anything catches on fire no on is in any danger.”
It was a joke, but she didn’t have the breath to laugh. As she looked at him, he stole all the air from her lungs. Black slacks and a pure white dress shirt with suspenders, which was a ridiculous word for something that looked so sexy. His sleeves were rolled up to show his forearms, looking for all the world like a man who had just returned from an elegant night out.
“I’m severely underdressed.”
He shrugged a shoulder as if it didn’t matter. “This is our world, Macy. We can be whoever we want to be.”
Understanding what he meant Macy didn’t picture anything in her closet, instead she remembered the costume she’d worn on Halloween. Instead of white, she imagined it as royal blue with silver embroidery, the deep v showing off enough cleavage to make her feel unbearably sexy.
The fabric whispered against her skin as she opened her eyes to see Harry swallow. “You’re beautiful, Macy.”
Her body shifted as if to move towards him, but her brain stopped her first. Her logical mind wanted answers before everything else. “What is this, Harry?”
“This is ours,” he explained as he moved over to the old style record player. He picked up the arm and placed the needle on the vinyl and a soft, sultry song began to fill all the empty places so not even the shadows were cold.
“I would never admit this to your sister, but Maggie gave me the idea.”
Macy closed her eyes and remembered the conversation they’d had at the breakfast table a couple of days ago. “Orb sex fantasies.”
He looked a little embarrassed, which made the whole James Bond vibe that much sexier. “This is a pocket dimension, it doesn’t follow the same rules as the real world.”
Everything in Macy’s body shifted, as if her heart had suddenly started beating after being scared silent. In between those heavy heartbeats, the words from the song filtered through. “The Elders can’t see.”
“It’s not a perfect solution,” Harry allowed as he stepped forward. “Or a permanent one, but I couldn’t bear it any longer.”
“Couldn’t bear what?” she asked even though she knew. She needed the answer, needed to hear it, before she did anything else.
“Not being yours.”
And how was a woman, any woman, much less one who never had anyone be hers, supposed to resist such an answer?
Macy didn’t even try, instead she walked across the attic floor in her bare feet and once she was close enough, wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and kissed him.
 Harry held on as he kissed because there was no version of any world where he didn’t kiss Macy back.
The softness of her dress was crumpled up in his hands as he grabbed fistfuls at her back, his head tilting to kiss her deeper. “I was going to ask you to dance.”
“We can dance later,” she promised, her fingers threading through the shorts strands of hair at the back of his neck. “Kiss me now.”
He did as ordered, his hands sliding down her back to the curve her of ass, the kiss a slow and luxurious thing. This was no one night stand, no quick and frantic coupling in his empty apartment. Whatever this kiss was, it was a beginning first and foremost.
After a minute Macy pulled back and he attempted to chase her mouth but she looked down and it was only then he realized she was unbuttoning his shirt. With every inch of skin she revealed she branded it with a kiss until her name was written on every beat of his heart.
“I was going to seduce you,” he managed to get out as she pushed the suspenders off his shoulders.
She smiled and it was enough to bring him to his knees, metaphorically if not literally. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to stand again. “Next time.”
Next time.
Holding that promise to his heart, he let her do her worst. She tugged the shirt out of his pants and he pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles, delicate and warm against his skin. “Macy.”
She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his chest. “How can this possibly be okay, Harry?”
He framed her face with his hands, looked into eyes which had become so important to him. “How this possibly be anything but right, Macy?”
“It’s a beautiful sentiment,” she murmured. “But that doesn’t work in real life.”
Harry took her hand and pressed it to his heart. “We fight for the things we want, and I may not know what tomorrow or next week will bring, but I know I want to fight for this feeling.”
She blinked slowly before meeting his gaze. “I told my sisters about us.”
Harry’s brain froze at the admission, imagined what Maggie and Mel must have said. Or worse, what they were going to say. “Oh.”
She laughed. “I told them we’d been together before, but it was forbidden. Maggie wasn’t surprised about it, but Mel was.”
“And?”
“I didn’t give them a chance to say anymore,” she admitted, but her hands continued to move across his shoulder and down his arm as if she couldn’t stop herself from touching. He understood the feeling. “But we promised no more secrets, so I figured they deserved to know what had happened.”
“Whatever you feel comfortable telling them, I’ll support it.” Harry brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed her fingertips. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want this,” she admitted, and the yearning in her voice matched what he had felt for the past few weeks. “I want to eat dinner with you and read books. I want to know what it’s like to wake up next to you.”
And those were all things they couldn’t do without risk of exposure, but they could steal pieces for themselves until they could figure out how to have all of it. “Let’s start with going to bed, and take it from there.”
Her brow furrowed and it made him smile. “There’s no bed.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, turning her around and the empty space where he’d been intending to dance with her was now filled with a four poster bed complete with a gossamer canopy.
“How?” she asked, and he could hear laughter in the single word.
“Magic,” he whispered against her neck, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin. He dragged his knuckle down her spine to the fabric of her dress; there was a string here which had gathered the dress and kept it in place.
A single tug and he could have her undressed, but he wouldn’t take what she wasn’t ready to give. “Macy?”
“You gave me this,” she whispered. “The candlelight.”
“You deserve it, Macy.” He kissed the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. “We both do.”
“I’ll still have doubts,” she told him, but she leaned against him and he used the opportunity to lay his hands on her hips, up her waist and down again. She all but melted against him.
“And I’ll be here when you do,” he promised. “We can stay here, or we can go back Macy. Your choice.”
Macy reached back behind her, her fingers tangling with his as she reached for the string. Together they untied it and she turned around to face as she let the fabric slide to the floor.
She wore nothing beneath it, there was no need to in this world of magic and fairy tales.
They stood like that for a long moment. “Are you going to touch me, or what?”
“I’m trying to decide where to start,” he admitted. Time still passed the way it normally did in the real world, so in the morning they’d have to be back where belonged. Still, that left hours and hours for exploration and play.
“How about we start here,” Macy suggested, her arms wrapping around his middle so they were pressed skin to skin. He could feel her nipples against his skin, the softness of her arms surrounding him and he’d never been so lost.
When he kissed her the world stilled for just a moment and then hunger came with a vengeance. It had been weeks since he’d touched her, months since he’d had her in his bed, and it was a difficult thing to temper his need for her.
When he’d come up with this idea he’d though it would be a night of soft touches and quiet murmurs, but she was naked against him, her skin pressed against his, and he no longer believed himself capable of such restraint. “I’m not sure I have the patience to do this right, Macy.”
“I promise you, I do not care.”
Taking her at her word he kissed her again, this time letting his need take control. He’d been careful with her last time, because it had been her first time, but unless she told him to stop Harry planned to go with his instinct.
Tilting his head he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, thrusting into her mouth when she allowed him entrance.
She tasted like Macy.
Harry put his hands on her hips and pushed her towards the bed until her back hit one of the bed posts. As he moved closer he situated his leg between hers so his thigh was perfectly placed between hers. He heard her gasp at the contact, could feel how quickly her arousal dampened the fabric of his pants.
“Take what you want,” he murmured against her shoulder, pressing light kisses and quick bites on the curve of skin. “Take what you need.”
Macy leaned against the column, her back arching as she pressed herself against his thigh and if the entire world burned to the ground, he would not be able to look away. He shifted closer so his leg pressed more insistently against her and the sharp gasp was all the reward he needed.
She moved against, riding his leg to her own pleasure and while he wanted to touch her there, where she was all wet heat, he equally wanted to see her find pleasure on her own. As a compromise he reached out to palm her breast before shifting so his fingers could tease those dark brown nipples. Macy’s hands came up to hold onto him, the blunt edges of her nails digging into his shoulders as she chased orgasm.
His thumb flicked against the hard bud, first one and then the other, before he lowered his mouth to lavish those enticing points with his tongue.
“Harry.”
The sound of his name on her lips, a little desperate and all desire, was nearly enough to do him in but he kept his own orgasm in check as Macy neared hers. He could feel her sliding against him, felt how she was pressing harder and moving quicker. Understanding she might need a little help getting the rest of the way there, Harry kissed her again.
His tongue and teeth demanded everything from her as his hands found their way to her breasts, using just a little bit of pain to mix in with the pleasure by pinching her nipples suddenly.
It was all she needed, her entire body going stiff for a second before nearly melting completely.
 Macy was having trouble understanding what had just happened.
She’d just come by riding Harry’s leg.
He’d barely touched her and within minutes she had all but shattered in his arms.
There was a small part of her which thought she needed to embarrassed by the fact, but Macy chose to ignore that voice. Harry had told her to take what she wanted and she had, and if the deep growls and encouragements he’d been murmuring were any indication he hadn’t exactly been unaffected.
“I didn’t even know that was something I could fantasize about,” she managed to get out.
His smile was more wicked than she’d ever thought possible of the whitelighter, his hands refusing to remain still as he fingers played with her breast, followed the length of her thigh. She wasn’t even sure he was aware he was doing it, but it kept her arousal from softening.
She’d had an orgasm, yes, and it had better than any she’d given herself the past few weeks, but she wanted him. She wanted the length of him, hard and moving inside her.
“What do you fantasize about,” he asked, his lips at her jaw, his neck. She remembered at the last moment he’d given her a hickey there the last time, but she chose not to remind him of that. If he marked her, he marked her.
It would be their secret.
She was surprised she wasn’t blushing, and perhaps it was because they were in this safe pocket dimension where no one could hear them. They could be as loud as they wanted, as honest as they wanted, and there would be no one here to judge them.
“I think about going to your office at night,” she admitted leaning forward to take a kiss he freely gave. “The whole femme fatale, nothing but a trench coat thing.”
His grip on her hips tightened briefly, like he was trying to get control of himself and she wished she could convince him she could take him at his worst. And maybe the way to prove it was to give the same to him.
“I’d come to your office and lock the door behind me,” she told him as she undid the button on his pants. “And I waver on whether or not to take the jacket off immediately, or after I get done taking you in my mouth.”
“Fuck, Macy.”
“I’ve thought about that a lot,” she admitted and slid the zipper down so she could reach inside to find him hard from wanting her. “Would I enjoy it? Would I want to swallow? Whenever I read romance novels the heroine is always wearing red lipstick. Would you want me to wear red lipstick when I get down on my knees.”
His hand gripped her wrist but he didn’t force her hand off his erection so she used her thumb to brush against the head. “I had no idea you were a dirty talker.”
Macy’s laugh was a little breathless, even to her own ears. “Neither did I.”
“As much as I would love to see that exact scenario, I’m afraid I haven’t got the patience.” He took a step back, his cock hanging out of his pants, but it was the large spot on his leg which drew her attention because it had been her own arousal which had created it. “On the bed, love.”
She climbed onto the bed and watched as Harry got rid of the rest of his clothes. “We don’t need a condom, do we?”
He paused before shaking his head. “This is kind of a shared fantasy.”
Macy made a face, “I don’t know how I feel about that.”
Harry laughed as he laid next to her on the bed, “Your brain is working too hard. Let it be what it is.”
“And what is it?” she pressed because if this wasn’t real, did it count? And the end of all this would they have had sex once, or twice?
“Perfect,” he answered and even the most logical part of her brain couldn’t argue against that.
“Harry?” she asked, her voice as casual as she could manage while they were naked and surrounded by a million candles.
“Yes, Macy?”
“Will you please fuck me?”
There was a brief look of astonishment on his face before hunger took over and he raised up above her. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you?”
Macy turned her head and caught sight of a candle, throwing it across the room with her magic with a twitch of her eyebrow. “If you hurt me, I can handle it.”
“That shouldn’t be quite as sexy as it is,” he remarked dryly. “Spread your legs for me, love.”
She shifted on the bed until she could feel Harry hard and heavy at her entrance. Macy lifted her hips in an attempt to draw him in but she knew she wouldn’t be able to do anything without his cooperation. “Harry,” and this time her voice came out as a warning.
He shifted his weight to his elbow and used his free hand to guide his cock into her. “Ready?”
Macy nodded, but as he thrust into her, his entire length sliding into her, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d answered honestly.
“Are you still with me?”
“Yes,” Macy managed to get out, her fingers clutching at the sheets as she tried to reorient herself.
She wasn’t in pain, quite the opposite in fact. The sudden fullness and stretch had been almost unbearably arousing as he slid into her to the hilt. She was one touch away from an orgasm and she wasn’t prepared for it.
“It feels so good,” she told him, already trying to shift against him, but his weight kept her pelvis pressed against the mattress so she could barely move. “Harry, please.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, Macy Vaughn.” Before she could respond he shifted above her, his hands moving her legs into a different position she was spread out even wider beneath him. “Hold onto me.”
She put her hands on his shoulder as he almost completely pulled out and then pushed back into her.
It was hard and rough, and exactly what she wanted.
They held back for too long, and neither of them could predict what would happen next. Tonight, in this moment, they’d give everything they had.
“You feel so good,” Harry told her, his voice tight as he moved into her again and again. His left hand held onto the top the of headboard and his right hand gripped so tightly onto her hip she was certain she’d have a bruise back in the real world.
As he pounded into her, she could feel her inner muscles clenching on him as if trying to keep him from leaving again. Her body rejected the emptiness every time he pulled out, but relished in the feel of being filled again.
She could feel herself close to another orgasm, knew when it came it was going to shatter her.
Above her Harry’s eyes were focused on her body, her breasts, her lips, as he drove them both to places Macy had never dreamed of.
Reaching down between them, Macy found her clit with her fingers and began rubbing in tight, hard circles and suddenly Harry stopped moving.
Looking up Macy realized he was watching her, his eyes hot.
“I’m close,” she began, but Harry shook his head, cutting off her words.
“You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” he assured her. “But one of these days I’m going to sit in a chair and watch you get yourself off. That’s incredibly sexy.”
Macy did blush this time, but she imagined watching Harry grip himself in his fist and she understood the appeal.
“Are you close?”
She managed a nod, but instead of picking up where they’d left off, Harry leaned down to kiss her. It was a warm kiss, filled with all the soft emotions between them. “You’re going to have a hard time getting rid of me, Macy.”
The warmth in her heart was bright and big she wondered how it didn’t light up the entire room. “Right back at you.”
Then he was moving again, and the world was only this room, this bed, and this man.
And when she shattered she held onto Harry, dragging him to heaven with her.
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starter call — accepting! ↳ @nercorva
        "Ah! There you are, my dear." Zevran sweeps into the room with a swagger, holding aloft a wine bottle and two glasses as he approaches his fellow Crow. He settles fluidly onto the floor by the fire and begins pouring. "It is far past time we celebrate our most recent kill, no?"
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cuervocanto · 4 years
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“How much would you pay for me? Out of curiosity.” 
Zevran smiles, resting his cheek on his fist. 
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cuervocanto · 5 years
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@fadedancer
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Zevran was merely being glib--though with more than a grain of truth at the center--and hadn’t expected such a visceral reaction from Fenris. Stunned into silence, he could only blink, and his ears flattened. 
He did believe that was the first time anyone had complimented him so aggressively. How could anyone respond to that? 
“Like a man fleeing a burning building,” Zevran said after a long moment, his voice quieter. “You leave behind everything--every quality--you can afford to lose. What remains, you would hardly call a house. It is the same for a man.” 
Almost imperceptibly, he closed himself off, shoulders drawing in closer, shying away from Fenris. He was suddenly very fascinated with something between his boots, and didn’t dare meet Fenris’ eyes. 
“There is more than one kind of monster in the world, yes?” 
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cuervocanto · 5 years
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@fereldenson
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Zevran was torn between laughing and kissing Lorne for dear life, so he did both, barely suppressing chuckles in between feverish kisses all over the man’s face. 
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“You know,” he murmured, just a little out of breath, “I considered ambushing you on your return. But I was feeling nice today, yes?”
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cuervocanto · 5 years
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Zevran shuffled the deck with nimble fingers, moving with such an ease it was almost boredom.
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“So,” he said as he set down the deck with an audible thud, “are you in?”
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cuervocanto · 5 years
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A delicate subject required a delicate touch. Not that Zevran would be anyone’s first choice for delivering bad news or even cheering up a friend, depending, but in some situations, he was uniquely qualified.
Zevran sat next to Tabris, bathed in the orange glow of their campfire. This was one of those situations.
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“So, tomorrow we brave the horrors of the alienage, yes?” Zevran smiled. Always levity, in times like these. “At least we can be certain there are no high dragons lurking in the alleyways. Well, there might be. Who knows?” 
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cuervocanto · 6 years
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@apocryphorum liked these abs for a starter | 2B | Selectively accepting
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“A golem, yes? I am familiar.” 
Although she looked a far cry from the last golem he knew. A lesser hatred for birds, too. 
“Where is your control rod?” 
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cuervocanto · 6 years
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@lcstwarden
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“Her backside was ample and glorious, I will give you that. But my dear, sweet warden, if you are going to moon over every rear in the market it is going to be a very long day.”
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cuervocanto · 6 years
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@apocryphorum liked these abs for a starter | Orion
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“Anyways,” he said over the rim of his drink, “we can’t be lovers because then I would have to bottom, and I do not think you could handle me.” 
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cuervocanto · 6 years
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The moon would not catch Zevran sleeping even if he tried. Instead, he occupied the hours by plucking a melancholy tune on his vihuela. The song was sweet and sad, his voice hushed and the lyrics Antivan. But as soon as he heard another pair of steps, it came to an abrupt end.
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“A little late to be wandering, don’t you think? At this hour, one might believe you are up to no good.” 
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cuervocanto · 5 years
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@apocryphorum
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“Is that what you think this is? Rebellion for the sake of it?” 
Well, perhaps a little, and a little revenge too, motivated on behalf of a stolen life. Though they’d hunt him down regardless, for the crime of living. All Zevran gave was a shrug and a placid smile, revealing nothing. 
“You are worth more than petty revenge, my friend.” 
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cuervocanto · 6 years
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Baring himself to anyone, even someone he knew as well as Cyrran, still itched, and long-ingrained warning bells tolled in his head, warning him that he was too close. 
But just this once, he silenced them. He didn’t know exactly why, but he felt like this was important. If Cyrran knew anything about him, it would be this.
“It encompassed me so wholly that I accepted an interesting contract. The target? You know her now as the Hero of Ferelden.” He smiled to himself. “No one else would take the mission. It was surely suicide.”
He trailed off a little, and added, 
“To this day, most of them believe I am merely an incompetent assassin. But fate, she is a wily mistress, for it was that mission that saved my life, and gave me freedom. So, am I happy now? Who is to say? Is anyone? But I have learned there is a greater purpose, and that is enough.”
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cuervocanto · 6 years
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@diamonddxst liked these abs for a starter
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“Lesson one,” he said, tossing an onion onto the counter. “Show me how you cut an onion.” 
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