#insufficient skill
Day 6 of ZevWarden Week: Insufficient Skill
This whole thing talks vaguely about sex, but there is nothing explicit or detailed
Nelka glanced over at Zevran as he rearranged the meager pillows in his tent. He seemed so at ease, so unburdened about what they were going to do. And she wanted to, she wanted him, but a strange anxiety coursed through her and made her want to flee.
She was never afraid. She had killed and nearly been killed dozens of times in Dust Town. Fear was a weakness, one that could be exploited, one that could make her hesitate and become just another victim, just another Casteless corpse.
She knew to push aside the fear. Death was nothing worse than what she had already faced.
But now, sitting in Zevran’s tent without armor or a weapon, ready to sleep with him, she was scared.
“Are you alright? If it’s just the Ferelden chill, well, we’ll fend that off soon enough.” Despite his continued flirting, there was a sincere concern in his eyes.
“I’ve never done this before,” she confessed.
“You have mentioned that.” Zevran spun around and sat cross-legged to face her. “When I offered a massage and you turned down anything more than that. Yet… here you are. I hope I have not pressured you…”
“No, you haven’t,” she insisted. “You’ve always given me the opportunity to stop you if I’m uncomfortable, even when we’re just flirting around the fire. I’m here with you now because I want to be, but that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous. I just… I really have no idea what to expect.”
Zevran paused for a moment before continuing. “Sex is… a conversation. Every sort of relationship is, truthfully. I’m happy to guide you. We will figure out together what feels good and what doesn’t. There is no shame in inexperience, Nellie. And if at any point you decide that none of it feels good or that you no longer wish to continue, you simply need say so, and there is no shame in that either.”
She thought over his words for a long moment, then took a deep breath and released some of the pressure that had been building up in her all evening. With a smile, she replied, “I do like our conversations.”
Zevran grinned back, then crawled over to her, moving slowly so that she might stop him if she decided to. However, she said nothing, and soon he was right there in front of her, so close that she could taste his breath.
He pressed his lips to hers and gently caressed her cheeks. Then, he pulled back to gauge her reaction, though he still held onto her.
“Is that alright?”
Nelka was already breathless, and she practically had to shake herself back into the moment.
“Yeah… Yes, it is.”
“Do you still want to continue?”
She leaned forward, this time bridging the gap so that she could kiss him, taking the time to figure out how their lips fit together and where she wanted her nose to go. It was a strange sensation at first, but soon it felt natural as anything, and Nelka savored the way Zevran smiled against her lips.
“I do,” she breathed against him. “I do want to keep going.”
“We’ll take it one step at a time, no?”
She nodded. “Show me.”
