And I should think you will not be kissing many more, lest you make me tremendously jealous. [Zevran smirks, wagging a finger at her then tapping her nose.
He is giddy, dizzied almost, by the change of events. Some part of him is still convinced it isn't real, and that he ought to snatch up this moment while he can. Tomorrow Elissa might come to her senses. He leans in closer, hoping to capture another kiss, when he realizes something very strange.
He doesn't want it to be like that. Of course he's known he loves her for some time, and it appears she may return his affection. But he doesn't want this to be a night of passion with nothing to follow, even if it is an extraordinarily good night.
This frightens him immensely. In fact, he feels like the ceiling might drop out of the room. Zevran forms his words carefully.]
I have a policy of being very direct with my lovers. Sex is only good when both parties are ready and willing, and can speak freely of their needs.
And sex is only worth it if it is good.
[He pauses, perhaps a little bit too long: there's a 'but' he can't force out, and he is worried, suddenly, that she will be disappointed. All his typical grandeur is gone in the work of that moment, and he is softer, quieter than usual.]
I wish for you to stay here tonight... but I would hate to give you a performance that was less than my best, shall we say.
[The simple fact of the matter is he doesn't know how to have a relationship without sex deeply entangled. And why would he ever need to? Yet Zevran is still sorting through this confusion about the whole matter, and while he is elated at their new found connection it is still fraught with all sorts of stress.
Zevran still does not know how to think of himself as more than a tool of conveyance, in many ways, whether it's death or pleasure.]
I hope that is not disappointing, and that you will stay regardless.
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He is giddy, dizzied almost, by the change of events. Some part of him is still convinced it isn't real, and that he ought to snatch up this moment while he can. Tomorrow Elissa might come to her senses. He leans in closer, hoping to capture another kiss, when he realizes something very strange.
He doesn't want it to be like that. Of course he's known he loves her for some time, and it appears she may return his affection. But he doesn't want this to be a night of passion with nothing to follow, even if it is an extraordinarily good night.
This frightens him immensely. In fact, he feels like the ceiling might drop out of the room. Zevran forms his words carefully.]
I have a policy of being very direct with my lovers. Sex is only good when both parties are ready and willing, and can speak freely of their needs.
And sex is only worth it if it is good.
[He pauses, perhaps a little bit too long: there's a 'but' he can't force out, and he is worried, suddenly, that she will be disappointed. All his typical grandeur is gone in the work of that moment, and he is softer, quieter than usual.]
I wish for you to stay here tonight... but I would hate to give you a performance that was less than my best, shall we say.
[The simple fact of the matter is he doesn't know how to have a relationship without sex deeply entangled. And why would he ever need to? Yet Zevran is still sorting through this confusion about the whole matter, and while he is elated at their new found connection it is still fraught with all sorts of stress.
Zevran still does not know how to think of himself as more than a tool of conveyance, in many ways, whether it's death or pleasure.]
I hope that is not disappointing, and that you will stay regardless.