judgemewhole | The Desk Of Knight Commander Norrington

"Oh, why am I not surprised?" Is Norrington's wry response, "Well, we barbaric southerns have managed to muddle on through with our own ... sexual mores."

He stopped at that statement, his lips twitching up at the corners, "Are you telling me the road into anyone's interest is to wear tighter pants - and frown less?"

"It has done wonders for me." He grinned, pleased. "I suppose it would depend upon the contents of said trousers. If your legs are shapely and your ass pleasing to the eye. I would have to see for myself to be certain."

"Oh well, in that case we will have to ensure you see both. I truly would like it to be judged by an expert in the field." James stated mildly, even if his lips quirked up at the corners. He slowed his steps as he approached the quarter-master's office, knocking politely on the door, before entering and handing off his post.

He stepped outside once more, and then lifted one eyebrow at Zevran. "Well, I am free of obligations, unless a demon bursts free from some corner of the Fade."

"I shall enjoy doing so." He leans against the wall as he waits for James to conclude his business, considering where they might do this. His room would be ideal, but he did not feel like washing his sheets again this week. "I doubt that shall be a problem. Shall we away to your chambers?"

Please say you have chambers, Norrington, and that you are not living out of a tent.

"We shall away to my chambers -- but I will warn you now, they are nothing elaborate." James states, as he gestured to the stairs, leading up to the ramparts. "I am, after all, one of a few Knight Commanders and one of the last to arrive. I had to take what I could find."

"So long as it is not a tent in the valley or the courtyard." He has had a tumble in a tent before- but if he does not have to do so? He'd rather have a proper bed.

"Absolutely not. It was when I began here - but I have established myself enough to grant myself a little privacy." His lips quirk at the edges, "I am afraid you will simply find it as dour as you must find me."

"If I found you dour I would not wish to bed you." He sidled up next to Norrington, one arm dropping around his waist as though he had a right to do so. For the moment? He did. "As I do wish to bed you, I must not find you dour."

James didn't blink with surprise - from the moment he had met Zevran he had a way of sliding up next to you without your noticing. As always, he felt that pulse of warmth, that flush to his ears, but today he simply slipped his hand into Zevran's fine pale hair, twisting one loose strand around his finger as they continued to his room.

"Well, then I suppose I should let you bed me, so I continue not to be dour, hm?"

"Well, you do not need me to be less dour- but I do think you have more than earned yourself an Antivan Massage- and a pleasant ending to the same." He tipped his head to rest against Norrington's shoulder. "You work yourself far too hard."

"Well that sounds intriguing ... and relaxing." Two things Norrington had to admit he had a lack of in his life. He paused, turning the other man towards him, as they were right outside his door. "Perhaps."

He leaned in, to gently kiss the other man's throat, his voice quiet, "But I will show you that hard work does pay off in the end."

Zevran tilted his head to the side, allowing James all the room he might desire while allowing himself to relax a few hitches more. Human, yes, man, yes- faithful. Devout.

Kind.

There was something to be said for chantry men.

"A lesson I am certain to learn gladly, mm?"

With that encouragement, James let his lips linger on Zevran's throat, tasting his way down to his shoulder. then up again. He gently bit Zevran's ear, before leaning over to open his own door.

"Well, I certainly hope so. After you?"

Oh now that was cheating- and a cheat many did not think to take advantage of. Teeth on his ear? Wrung out a low hitched breath, his hands slipping from James' waist to his hips.

"I am not going to trip over armor if I walk backward, am I?" Not that it stopped him from nudging at the door and pulling James along.

"Zevran, I am a Knight Commander - my armor is neatly polished and hanging on it's stand." He murmured, as he shifted to follow the other man through his door, closing it behind him with a push, tugging Zevran back so he could lock it.

"And as I told you - there's little else to loose your footing on." He is not wrong. James's room is spartan - a bed, his armor, his sword, a chest of clothes and a number of books on a small table beside the bed. Another small table held a statue of Andraste, but that was that.

"We might have to do something to fix that." Later, he will think of something to give James later. For now he let his hands wander, slipping to the small of his back to massage the tension there. Now that would not do. "Do you have any coals to warm the room, or shall we make do with body heat?"

"There are no coals ... so we shall have to do with, ah, body heat." Which there was going to be no lack of, if the other man kept massaging him like that. He slipped closer, pressing his mouth to the arch of Zevran's eyebrow, then down the side of his face. Tasting salt and spice together.

"Knight Commander and you do not even have a coal brazier? Tsk." He clucked his tongue as he slipped a hand between them to start unfastening the laces of his shirt. "You need not live half so spartan as all that."

"A man should not ask for more than what he has been given." James stated simply, before he pressed another warm kiss to Zevran's ear, letting the other man unlace the shirt.

"And why is that? There is no sin in wanting a little comfort against the cold, empty nights." But then that is what he is for, shivering easily against James' lips, momentarily distracted from where he is attempting to undress the man. His hands slip and catch until he finds warm skin, sliding along James' ribs to nudge him closer still.

"I could absolutely agree with that. And I think I shall." He sighed softly, as he can feel those warm hands on his chest, and he does in fact, slide closer so he can move his mouth back over to Zevran's, pressing their lips together finally, so he can taste the other man.

The Desk Of Knight Commander Norrington

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