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The Elfsong Tavern was as crowded as ever that evening. With the Netherbrain destroyed a month ago and the rebuilding of Baldur's Gate well underway, life in the city was nearly back to normal. A group of musicians played a rowdy dance song. Some patrons danced while others clapped in time to the music. Well, mostly in time. Some of them were a few more ales along than the others.
Tav came here during the evenings that were too lonely for her to endure. After weeks of traveling with her companions to reach Baldur's Gate, her little home in the lower city was painfully quiet. Most of her companions had moved on, except for Jaheira. But the old Harper had a family while Tav did not.
Tav weaved her way through the crowd wearing her usual pretty dress. Perhaps she'd go home with someone that night, to keep the loneliness at bay for a few more hours before bidding them farewell in the morning. Then she would get back to her boring, tadpole-free life.
Someone grabbed her ass as she walked by. Tav turned, murder in her eyes, but stopped short at the sight before her.
“Apologize to the lady.”
Zevlor, the tiefling paladin, had a dwarf by the collar. The old dwarf sputtered, pawing at Zevlor's clawed grip with the same hand he had used to touch Tav's backside. Tav's eyes went wide as she recognized her old friend… and something stirred low in her belly at the sight of him defending her honor, and at the low growl in his tone.
“Apologize,” Zevlor growled once more and Tav shuddered.
“I-I'm sorry!” the dwarf cried.
Tav spoke in a quiet voice, still staring at Zevlor, “Apology accepted.”
The tiefling released the dwarf and gestured to Tav without looking at her, “Do you not know who this woman is? You just groped the Hero of Baldur's Gate with your filthy hands when you should have shown her respect.”
The dwarf stared at her, sputtering in surprise. “I'm so sorry, my lady!”
“It's alright,” she said quickly. She never liked the attention her fame sometimes brought her and she certainly didn't like abusing it.
Tav reached out to lay a gentle hand on Zevlor's arm, his plain white shirt warm. She didn't think she had ever seen him out of his armor before. “Zevlor,” she urged softly.
The tiefling finally turned his burning eyes to her, and her heart broke to see them still as tired as they were the last time she saw him. The fine lines around his eyes did little to save his weary countenance either.
She slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow and she felt his muscles shift under her touch. “Come, sit with me.”
She guided him to a table at the back of the tavern, away from the music and the dancers. And away from handsy dwarves. Zevlor followed her without question, without speaking a word.
“Thank you,” Tav said as soon as they sat.
“You were disrespected, and I could not abide that,” was his curt reply.
Tav sighed, her eyes searching his profile as he stared straight ahead. “Allow me to buy your drink,” she said while signaling for a couple of ales. “To thank you for… defending my honor.”
Zevlor looked like he would protest, but eventually nodded. She slid some coins across the table when two ales were placed on the table.
Tav broke the silence. “It is good to see you again. Are you well?”
“I’ve been much better but I know how to manage for now.” He paused to take a drink from his mug. “How are you, Tav?”
“Still alive and kicking, as they say.” She flashed him a charming grin and her heart squeezed in her chest when one corner of his mouth slightly lifted.
Tav leaned forward to speak softly and still be heard over the chatter of the pub. “I haven’t seen you since the battle against the Netherbrain. You slipped away afterwards and I never got the chance to thank you.”
“There’s no need to thank me. Not for that,” he said in a serious tone and his orange eyes burned with such intensity.
Tav stared back at him, not knowing what to say.
“Besides, you looked like you were enjoying yourself at the celebration after the fight,” he continued, his gaze returning to stare into his mug. “I didn’t want to intrude.”
Without thinking, Tav reached for his hand resting on the table. His red skin was warm and dry beneath her palm. “Zevlor,” she said in a gentle, yet earnest voice, “You are my friend. I would have liked to have celebrated with you. You are never an intrusion.”
Zevlor looked down at her hand with an uncertain expression. He glanced around the crowded pub for a few seconds before his gaze ultimately returned to her. She could have sworn his cheeks darkened with a slight blush. “Thank you… but I’ve never been one for loud parties. I only stopped by to see you and the others were well. I am… glad you were well.”
Tav brushed her thumb across his knuckles, a small smile on her face. Zevlor was always reserved and it seemed not much had changed. She decided she wouldn’t push him too hard to open up to her just yet.
“Well, you know me,” she said light-heartedly, “I always land on my feet, like a stubborn cat.”
Zevlor actually smiled softly at that. “Yes, it would seem you do.”
Tav noticed his tail flick back and forth as his mood slightly improved. She couldn’t help the grin that spread on her face. She tried to hide it by taking a sip of her ale, but she had never been a fan of the stuff. Her nose crinkled as she made a sour face at the taste.
“I don’t even know why I drink this,” she grumbled. “It tastes awful.”
Zevlor snorted at her comment, a quiet chuckle escaping him. He turned his face to hide the grin that threatened to ruin his stoic demeanor, but Tav saw it. His tail swayed back and forth a little bit faster.
“You’re a delicate lady, indeed,” he teased. “Can’t even handle a proper drink.”
Tav brushed her hair over her shoulder and pushed the mug away. She pouted, but it was all in good humor. She liked the sound of Zevlor’s laugh. A rare thing, and she wanted more of it.
“Wine exists, you know,” she teased back, her eyes flashing with mischief.
Zevlor smirked. “Wine is for snobby elves who pretend to know the intricacies of flavor. Besides, ale is much stronger. It’s what real men drink.”
Tav gaped at Zevlor in mock offense, but a smile tugged at her lips. His teasing and flicking tail were just too adorable. She leaned in close to whisper, “I suppose that explains why you prefer it.”
Zevlor’s eyes flickered briefly to her lips before forcing his gaze to meet hers. Tav smiled knowingly. One slender finger traced the veins on the back of his hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his tail tremble. He swallowed and then his tail began to flick wildly.
She spoke in a quiet, husky voice, “I asked you for a dance once, do you remember? At the tiefling party, after we disposed of the goblins.”
“I remember,” he answered slowly.
“You turned me down. Why?” She watched him in earnest, afraid of his answer, but needing it anyway. She leaned forward until their legs touched under the table. Her eyes desperately searched his face, needing him to look at her.
“Gods, Tav,” he said hoarsely. Even his tail drooped slightly. “You are so young and I’m an old, broken paladin–”
“Zevlor,” she interrupted with a stern brow and a frown. Her hand covered his again and stroked the back of it with her thumb. “You are not old and you are certainly not broken.”
The tiefling seemed to stop breathing as he stared at her hand on his. “You don’t understand…”
Tav tilted her head in confusion. Her other hand reached under the table to lay on his thigh. “Then help me to understand.”
The muscles in his leg twitched beneath her hand when she touched him. He swallowed and closed his eyes. “I’m not certain I can. It’s… Gods, it’s hard for me to be vulnerable like this.”
Tav looked at Zevlor with such sadness. Her heart ached. Her hand came up to lightly touch his cheek and she whispered, “I know, darling, I know… You spend all your time protecting others, you never take the time to just be yourself.” She ran her fingers through his sandy hair. “You can set down your burdens now. You are safe with me.”
His tail ceased its aggressive flicking to softly sway back and forth. “Tav, I…” Zevlor trailed off while he found the words. “I’ve done a terrible, irredeemable thing, as you well know–”
She leaned her forehead against his. His horns pressed against her skin, but she didn’t mind. “Zevlor, we are all flawed and equally capable of good and evil deeds. It doesn’t make any of us irredeemable, it makes us mortal.” She continued to caress Zevlor gently, stroking his cheek and cradling his jaw. She murmured softly, “I’ve made mistakes, too.”
His burning orange eyes flickered across her face as though searching for falsehood in her words. When he found none, he sighed and leaned into her touch. “Gods, there’s no arguing with you,” he said with a low chuckle. “You’ve always had a way with words.”
Tav smiled affectionately. Her fingers boldly brushed his lips as she whispered, “You deserve someone who can take care of you, Zevlor.”
She felt his warm breath against her face as he breathed her name, “Tav…”
She sighed at his self-doubt. She gripped his chin, urging him to look her in the eye as she spoke firmly, “Let me take care of you, Zevlor.”
His voice is quiet, yet amused. “Gods, woman, you are stubborn.”
“Not nearly as stubborn as you.” Tav smiled and cradled his face in her hands. She adored his strong features and burning eyes with crows feet at the corners.
She closed the distance between them and kissed him tenderly. Zevlor relaxed in her hands, kissing her with a sweetness she’s not the least bit surprised by. He rested a hand on her waist, drawing her closer.
Her lips parted to deepen the kiss, but an outburst of “oo”s and “ah”s interrupted from a nearby table. The couple broke apart as a group of drunken patrons applauded and cheered them on. Tav blushed, having completely forgotten their surroundings.
She looked at Zevlor shyly. “Apparently we have an audience… Would you like to get out of here?”
Tav saw the flicker of hesitation on his face and she braced herself for yet another rejection. However, he surprised her by nodding. Relief flooded through her. She took Zevlor’s hand and the sound of whoops and catcalls followed them out the door.
***
Scratch was whimpering and pawing at the door as Tav inserted the key into the lock of her front door. He nearly tackled her as soon as she opened the door. Then he quickly turned his attention to Zevlor, who graciously extended his hand to the dog to sniff. Scratched took the tiefling’s scent then licked him, as though to say, “I remember you.” Zevlor petted Scratch and looked around Tav’s modest home.
“You had an owlbear, if I recall,” he said. “What became of it?”
“Halsin took him when he went back to Moonrise. I’m afraid he’s far too big for even me to handle, and I can handle a lot.” Tav chuckled as she moved into her tiny kitchen. “Would you like wine? I know it isn’t your drink, but apparently it is a very good, very expensive vintage.”
“Apparently?” Zevlor came to lean against the kitchen doorway, his tail softly swaying back and forth behind him. His flaming eyes watched her struggle to uncork the bottle.
“According to Astarion. I’m pretty sure he stole it…”
Zevlor chuckled and stepped forward. “Here, allow me…” He uncorked the bottle with ease. “And to think you took on a Netherbrain,” he teased.
Tav folded her arms and watched him pour them each a glass. “I had lots of help.”
“Indeed.” He handed her a glass and took a sip from his. He had the decency not to make a face.
“Well?”
“I’m no wine connoisseur. I’ll have to take Astarion’s word for it.” His lips twitched into a smirk as he idly swirled the contents of his glass.
Tav shook her head with a smile and led him into her tiny sitting room. As soon as they sat down, Scratch dropped a wet and well-chewed ball into Zevlor’s lap.
“No, Scratch. We don’t play fetch in the house,” she scolded gently. The dog whined, tail wagging furiously. Tav sighed, plucking the ball from Zevlor’s lap. “Do you want to play outside?” She stood up and Scratch began to hop excitedly. He followed her to the door and she opened it, throwing the ball out into the little garden out front. Scratch dashed outside and Tav shut the door.
As she returned to the sofa, she noticed how Zevlor’s eyes traveled the length of her body before quickly looking down into his wine glass. She smirked to herself and kicked off her shoes before sitting next to him with her feet tucked under her.
Zevlor cleared his throat. “I’m pleased to see you leading a quiet and peaceful life. You certainly deserve it.”
“Between you and me, it can be a little too quiet at times.” Tav frowned into her wine glass before taking a drink. “Lonely…”
Zevlor was silent for a moment before slowly reaching out to finger the ends of her hair. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Tav looked into his sad eyes as she felt his fingers brush her neck. Boldly, she took his wine glass and set it as well as hers on the nearby table. She then straddled him and cradled his face in her hands. Zevlor’s breath grew shallow as he looked up at her. He laid his hands on her hips before sliding them up her waist.
She leaned down to kiss him, a soft brush of her lips at first. His fingers clenched her waist, and she felt the slight scrape of his claws through her dress. She ran her tongue along the seam of his lips. He opened immediately with a shiver. She moaned as she tasted him, her tongue sliding along his.
Tav jolted a little when she felt something slithering up her leg. She immediately laughed when she realized it was his tail, seeming to have a mind of its own and curling around her ankle.
Zevlor’s already red skin darkened in a blush. “I’m sorry…” His tail relaxed and moved away.
“Don’t apologize,” Tav said huskily. “I like it.”
The tiefling blinked up at her, his hands loosening their grip on her waist. “You do?”
She chuckled and began to unbutton his shirt. “Yes… I do…” She trailed kisses down his neck and each new inch of skin she revealed.
Zevlor sighed, eyes closing in bliss. His tail resumed its path up her leg, slipping under her dress. Tav moaned in encouragement as the dexterous appendage curled around the back of her thigh. The tip traced the edge of her underwear curiously.
Tav opened his shirt completely and her fingers traced the ridges that lined his chest and waist. Zevlor buried his claws into her hair and pulled her down for a passionate kiss. She moaned as his tongue plundered her mouth and his fangs caught on her lips.
His tail slipped between her legs and brushed along her core. “Zevlor,” Tav gasped, her hips rolling instinctively.
“You’re already wet,” he whispered in awe and his tail rubbed slightly harder.
Tav arched and moaned when his tail found her clit through her soaked underwear. Zevlor wrapped an arm around her back to support her. His free hand cupped her breast through her dress. His tail slithered into her underwear to touch her directly. Tav gasped when it flicked against her clit.
“Do that again,” she said in a low voice.
Zevlor groaned, tightening his hold on her as his tail slithered and twitched against her. He yanked down the front of her dress with surprising hunger and force. His mouth descended upon one of her exposed breasts. With tongue and teeth, he teased her hardened nipple while his tail flicked quickly and relentlessly.
Tav grabbed his horns as she writhed in his arms. Soft moans spilled from her lips as he pleasured her. “Zevlor, please… don’t stop.”
Her pleading seemed to fuel his desire. Zevlor groaned again, moving to her other breast. He didn’t stop and probably wouldn’t stop until she begged him to. Gone was the reserved, guilt-ridden paladin. She had somehow unleashed a long-repressed hunger within him. His clawed hands gripped her ass and worked her against his own tail. He sucked hard on her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue.
Tav’s moans turned into desperate cries as she approached her climax. She clung to Zevlor’s horns. Her cries became whines as she bit her lip. His tail flicked against her just right and she came undone. “Yes! Gods…” Her body seized as the pleasure overtook her, shaking her to the core.
Zevlor growled against her breast, orange eyes burning bright as he watched her face. His tail worked her through her orgasm until her legs trembled and her body curled against him. He rubbed the flat side of its tip against her swollen, sensitive clit one final time before he pulled it out of her drenched underwear.
Tav panted, staring down at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Zevlor looked from her eyes to her lips before gripping a fistful of her hair and kissing her hard. He swallowed her moan, pulling her hips down until she felt his hard cock pressed against her core, with only thin layers of clothes between them. She loved this new dominant side of him.
His fingers fumbled with the fastenings of her dress and he released her from his kiss. Tav took a shuddering breath and sighed out his name like a prayer.
He looked up into her face as he yanked her dress down around her waist, baring her torso completely. “I’ve wanted you since the moment you punched Aradin back at the Grove,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Tav smiled. “Really?”
Zevlor kissed her collarbones. “You sucker-punched that bastard and I swear all the blood rushed to my cock at the sight.”
She shivered with delight at such filthy words. “Your armor hid it well.” She rolled her hips against the sizable bulge in his pants.
He groaned at the friction caused by her movement. He tightened his hold around her, standing up from the sofa with surprising ease with her in his arms. “Where is your bedroom?”
Tav gestured to the door on the other side of the room and he carried her through. He lay her gently on the bed. His fingers hooked into her dress and pulled it off her body completely. His eyes were ablaze as he removed her underwear and feasted upon the sight of her naked form.
She stretched out, arching her body seductively for his hungry gaze. Her hand trailed down the length of her body and his eyes followed its movement. He growled low in his throat when her hand slipped between her thighs and her fingers began to tease herself. Tav flicked herself just right and she moaned. Zevlor leaned over her as though he would devour her.
“You’re a bit overdressed, darling,” Tav teased.
Zevlor growled again, straightening. As he shrugged off his clothes, his eyes never left her. Tav watched him, too, her fingers slowly rubbing her clit. Her legs spread further apart to give him a better view.
His shirt was tossed aside and he kicked off his boots. Tav held her breath as he unbuttoned his pants. She couldn’t resist the soft whine that escaped her at the sight of his cock. The ridges that lined his body were on his cock too. It swung, heavy and thick between his thighs as he removed the last of his clothes.
“Gods, Zevlor…”
He climbed onto the bed. His expression was gentle as he stroked her hair. “If you’re having second thoughts–”
“No,” she blurted out quickly. “No, of course not.” Her hands slid down his chest and stomach. Her fingers lightly brushed his cock and he sucked in a breath. Tav licked her lips. “I want this… I want you .”
Zevlor studied her face for any signs of reluctance before leaning down to lightly kiss her. “We will take things slow. Make sure you’re ready for me…” He trailed off as his fingers slipped between her legs.
Tav moaned in encouragement, wrapping her arms around him. One finger entered her, slowly pumping, then he added another. His claws lightly scraped, but it didn’t hurt. The pad of his thumb rubbed her swollen clit.
“Gods, you’re tight,” Zevlor hissed. His tail curled around one of her ankles and spread her legs even further apart.
Tav gasped, throwing her head back against the bed. His fingers skillfully worked her, steadily plunging in and out of her. He lowered further until Tav could feel his hot breath against her core. He replaced his thumb with his tongue, teasing her clit by circling it and occasionally flicking it. One of her hands gripped one of his horns while the other grabbed a fistful of the bedsheets. Zevlor latched his lips around her swollen nub and began to suck. Tav cursed and keened. His burning eyes watched her come undone a second time, bearing down on his fingers and bucking against his face.
Zevlor groaned and lightly licked her throbbing clit. "That's it, let it all out, sweetheart... You're so gorgeous."
Tav's entire body shuddered and Zevlor showed mercy on her. He pulled away and pried his fingers from her tight, soaking cunt. Her hair was a tangled, wild mess across the bed. Her forehead was slightly damp with sweat and her heavy pants were occasionally broken by a weak moan. Zevlor's tail loosened it hold and his hands stroked her thighs soothingly. He crawled up the length of her body, his hips settling in the cradle of her thighs. He kissed her slowly as his cock throbbed against her leg.
"I think I'm more than ready for you now," Tav whispered with a breathless smile. Her fingers trailed down his chest and abdomen, admiring his strong body. They moved lower, wrapping around his hard length.
He groaned against her neck. "You're certain?"
Tav stroked his cock and Zevlor hissed with pleasure. With surprising strength for such a petite woman, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She smirked down at his pleasantly shocked expression. "Very certain..." She rose up and then sank down onto him, taking him fully inside her. She whined as he filled her, the ridges of his cock rubbing along her sensitive walls.
Zevlor groaned heavily, gripping her hips as he resisted the urge to thrust up into her. "Gods, Tav... you're so tight."
Tav whimpered as she rolled her hips. She placed her hands flat on his chest and began to ride him. He was bigger than any man she had ever had. She bit her lip and continued to work her hips. He was deep enough that pain mixed exquisitely with pleasure. His moans fueled her and every drag of his ridged cock brought her closer to another orgasm.
"You feel so good inside me," she murmured.
Zevlor's tail was wrapped tightly around her thigh. His claws dug into her waist, aiding her movements. Tav reached between their bodies and her fingers found her clit in an attempt to bring her to the precipice. Zevlor groaned, gritting his teeth. Tav thought he might be close. She cried out when he suddenly thrust upwards into her, driving his cock hard and deep. He moans low and long in ecstasy and spilled his seed inside her. Tav gasped, working her fingers furiously and grinding down on his cock. Finally, another orgasm wracked her body. Zevlor held her as she bucked and writhed, murmuring sweet affections as he watched her lose herself in pleasure.
When she finished, she collapsed on his chest with a heavy sigh. His softening cock slipped out of her followed by a gush of his seed. They both moaned at the sensation.
Zevlor's claws traced lazy circles on her back and he kissed her hair. "You were incredible, sweetheart. More than I deserved."
Tav closed her eyes in pain at his words. "You deserve to be loved, Zevlor."
The tiefling sighed and ran his fingers through her hair. "Perhaps," he answered noncommittally. "This, though... this is lovely." His tail came across her lower back to hold her in place on top of him. "Let's stay like this for a while. I... like your weight on top of me."
"I promised to ease your burdens, not add to them... literally." Nevertheless, she remained still.
Zevlor chuckled. "Your mere presence is a comfort to me... even if you are a bit heavier than I expected."
Tav feigned a cry of outrage at his teasing. "Zevlor!" She attempted to remove herself from him, but his arms and tail kept her firmly in place. She let out a little growl of frustration. Instead, she reached for a pillow to throw at him, unable to hold back a playful giggle.
Zevlor only laughed when the pillow hit him. "Ah, there's the strong and resilient woman that saved this city." He flipped her onto her back and he pounced on her. Burying his face into her neck, he showered her with kisses.
Tav giggled breathlessly. She playfully nudged his broad shoulder. "So you'll tease me for being a little heavy and then absolutely crush little old me into the bed, I see."
Zevlor chuckled and slipped his arms beneath her body and squeezed her against his chest. "You are adorable, sweetheart. I enjoy every bit of you."
He kissed her forehead and then her cheek before lifting himself off her. Tav rolled onto her side and Zevlor curled his long body against her back, arms wrapping around her to pull her against his chest. She moaned softly as his lips teased a spot just behind her ear. She was becoming aroused all over again and she couldn't help it. She arched her neck against his mouth. He cupped one of her breasts and teased her nipple between a finger in thumb. They lazily caressed each other's bodies for a time until Zevlor's cock hardened against her backside once more.
Tav smirked. "Do all tieflings have such high libido, or am I just irresistible?"
He rocked against her, his cock sliding along her ass. "Definitely the latter," he replied in a low voice. His hand slid down her front and slipped between her legs. He groaned by how wet she still was from their previous coupling.
"Do you want to cum inside me again, Zevlor?" Tav asked in a low, husky voice.
Zevlor groaned and lightly rocked against her, his cock now rubbing between her thighs. "Gods, yes..."
Tav lifted her leg and reached down to guide him inside her. They both moaned even though this position didn't allow him to plunge into her as deeply as before. His ridges still dragged against her inner walls with every shallow thrust. Zevlor rocked into her for a time, their lovemaking slow and sweet.
"You're such a good woman, you know that?" Zevlor whispered hotly against her neck, panting as he restrained from unleashing himself upon her.
Tav arched, seeking deeper penetration, but was denied. "I only hope to be the woman you deserve."
"Tav..." Zevlor began then growled in frustration. He gripped her thigh, pushing it higher and curling his hips. He attempted to plunge deeper into her, but their position still prevented it.
Unable to take it anymore, he rolled her onto her stomach. He knelt on the bed behind her and pulled her hips up until she was on all fours. He drove his cock into her from behind, thrusting all the way to the hilt. Tav cried out at the sudden deep penetration. Her body, still sore from their previous coupling, protested the harsh intrusion. However, she quickly relaxed and moaned as the entire length of his cock pumped in and out of her.
Zevlor leaned forward to kiss tenderly down her spine. "You take me so well, sweetheart. So wet and tight..."
Tav moaned, her face buried in a pillow. His claws dug into her waist as he set a near-punishing pace. His hips slapping against her ass and the sound of his cock plunging into her wet cunt took her breath away. Tav's spine arched when he hit a place inside her just right.
"Gods, Zevlor," she groaned. "You'll be the death of--" She broke off when she felt his tail curl around her body and find her clit.
Tav clawed at the bed as Zevlor practically fucked her into it. She realized then she had unleashed something truly carnal in this man, and she loved it, loved him. Every merciless thrust of his cock and every precise flick of his tail was meant to send her over the edge into the madness of pleasure.
"Yes," she cried into the bedsheets. "Give it to me..."
Her orgasm hit her hard. Violent pleasure shuddered through her body and she could barely breathe. Zevlor groaned behind her as she tightened even further on his cock. He ground into her, his tail working overtime until every last ounce of pleasure had been wrung from her. She practically sobbed, exhausted and utterly spent.
Zevlor's thrusts resumed, less brutal but still quick as he chased his own pleasure. She whined his name as his claws bit into her hips. He suddenly plunged one final time, hard and deep. He groaned as his body curled over hers. Tav moaned softly as he filled her a second time. Some of it dripped down her thighs.
With a shuddering sigh, Zevlor pulled out of her. He caressed her tenderly. The orange flames in his eyes flickered at the sight of her abused cunt overflowing with his seed. He moaned softly.
Tav collapsed on the bed and Zevlor came to join her, pulling her into his arms. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent of sweat and sex. He brushed her hair back and kissed her temple.
"I think..." he began then swallowed thickly. "I think I love you."
Tav took a deep breath before leaning her head back to look in his eyes. She caressed his cheek, her thumb gliding across his sharp cheekbone. "I think I might too."
Zevlor closed his eyes, leaning into her touch.
"Stay with me," she urged quietly, "and we can find out for sure together."
He nodded slowly, his eyes flickering across her face. Then he bent down to kiss her.
The distant sound of scratching and whining interrupted them. Tav sighed.
Zevlor chuckled and kissed her forehead. "I'll let Scratch back in."
He untangled himself from her and got up from the bed. Tav watched him, biting her lip as she admired his broad shoulders and strong back that sloped down to a very nice ass. Zevlor paused at the bedroom door, looking back at her lying on the bed. She smiled and he smiled back with such fondness her heart clenched in her chest.
Scratch let out a little indignant yip and Zevlor went to open the door. "Alright, alright..."