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It was dark. Not even a candle lit the room. A naked body behind him and one in front. Warmth. Touch. Voice.
“Did you ever have long hair?” Zevran asked, lips against his bare neck.
“Yes.” Fenris rested back on his heels. “It was black then.”
Isabela’s hands were on his chest, heading down towards his belly. “Really. You never told me this.”
Zevran chuckled. “Did you ask?” He slid his hand under Fenris and rubbed him with oil to prepare him.
“You remember it?”
“Hnn.” Fenris shifted, tilting his head back for a kiss. Zevran obliged.
“Hey!” Isabela said, “don’t distract him when he’s getting to the good bit.”
“How long was it?” Zevran said, stroking his fingertips down over Fenris’ shoulderblades. “Here?” He kissed his ear, brushing his touch down to the middle of Fenris’ back. “Here?”
Fenris shivered, a little moan coming out. “Zevran.”
“Am I nearly there?” He purred, stroking the small of his back, still feather light, still exquisite against Fenris’ skin.
Isabela pressed herself against Fenris. “Do that again.”
Zevran trailed a finger up Fenris’ spine and drew out another shudder.
“Mmmm.” Isabela said, licking his jaw. “I felt that one.”
“I…” Fenris took a deep breath in. Isabela smelled so good. “I remember… seeing myself. In a mirror. Over my shoulder, my hair was tied in a ribbon. It was the colour of green apples… so pale against the black.” He cupped Isabela’s face and kissed her. “I can’t remember who gave it to me, or why I was allowed to wear it, but that image of myself has come back to me.”
“It must have been a beautiful sight.” Zevran coaxed him up onto his knees so he could press behind him, cock rubbing against him. “That colour would suit you well.”
Isabela shifted back; Fenris could feel the weight move on the bed, then her hair on his thighs. “If only I had a ribbon like that. I’d find a much better use for it.”
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