request from a friend - we're romancing Zevlor at the tiefling party again! g/n reader. this may end up with a part 2? tbd
The celebrations at your camp are in full swing; the bonfires are blazing, the food and wine are flowing, the lively music is lifting your spirits, and you finally feel at peace
There is no shortage of pure, unbridled energy pulsing through the air. It feels incredible to hear everyone laughing and having fun, finally able to let your guards down. Everyone is ready to kick back and enjoy themselves; sing, dance, and share in good conversation
Everyone, except for you. You have other motives in mind
While your companions and new friends are partaking in the festivities, you're stealing glances across the camp, through the fires and the people around you, meeting the infernal gaze of a particular Hellrider
You eventually excuse yourself from whatever discussion you've stopped paying attention to and make your way over to Zevlor, taking a seat next to him. You both exchange a greeting and some superficial conversation before settling into a comfortable silence, watching the celebration before you
Based on the way he's sitting, you can tell he's finally relaxed; the tension is absent from his posture, and the exhaustion that hung heavily on his features is nowhere to be seen
Good. He deserves a night of peace
He's wearing his civilian clothing. A much different look for him, usually in his stunning armor. But it suits him. The front of his shirt is untied, showing off bare skin you've never seen before. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, and you can't stop your eyes from tracing the defined muscles that slightly flex with any of his movements
Every shift he makes, every pull of his clothing reveals another part of him that entices you, lights a fire in you, wondering what he would feel like in every way you can imagine
You hear him chuckle, and to your mild embarrassment you realize that he's absolutely noticed you staring, the hellfire in his eyes flickering knowingly and a charming smile spreading across his face
Zevlor leans in, lips barely brushing your ear, whispering things that send a shudder through you, fills you with excitement, of need. He emanates heat, his voice is honey, he smells like smoke, and it's all intoxicating
You don't even hesitate, or need to consider. You already know what you want, and it's clear he has the same sentiments, same desires, making it all too easy for you to give him your answer
And when he pulls away, burning eyes fixed on you, all you need to say is yes
Your friends are too engrossed in their stories and jokes, too distracted by the dancing and singing to notice that after a time, the revelry around them is missing two guests
You both have slipped away, out of sight, to spend the rest of the night enjoying each other's company, among other things, until the roaring fires that light your camp are nothing but smoldering embers
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