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Cheek: âI want to tell you I love you.â/Deep affection/Devotion
âThere,â Zevran breathed as he was putting the finishing touches on Alistairâs outfit. There was always something impatient, something rushed and reverent about these moments. When Alistair left the room he would go out as a King, stand by Anoraâs side and sway mountains with his passion. As long as they were here, he was just Alistair. âNo one will ever notice you ate your weight in scones this morning.âÂ
Alistairâs stomach growled in response. He sulked.
âI canât help it. Iâm a nervous eater. Besides, I think this outfit makes me look fat.â
âSĂ, very fat,â Zevran said with a wicked grin. âYou are huge.â He smacked Alistairâs rear playfully, who jumped with a half-hearted hey! However many years theyâd been together, and Zevran always knew how to make him blush all the way down to his chest. It wasnât fair!
A rapping on the door sobered him quickly.Â
âYour Majesty, the carriage is waiting.âÂ
The couple turned to each other. Alistair brushed his knuckles against Zevranâs cheek, who leaned into the touch with a genuine smile.Â
âI wish you could come with me. You always know what to say,â Alistair murmured. Not to mention how with just one touch, Zevran could put him at ease. Speaking of, Zevran stood on his toes to give Alistair a gentle kiss.Â
âYou will do just fine, mi amor. Who knows, maybe I will have a surprise for you when you return, yes?âÂ
Zevran winked. There was that blush again.Â