welcome to thedas weekend!!! So exciting to see you!!!! if you're inspired, for Lucanis/Davrin (with or without Neve in the mix 👀), maybe "One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s." from the 50 types of kisses prompts list? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
She drapes herself over the crumbling railing, wrist over wrist to make better audience to the scene on the uneven stone below. A terrible surface for a spar, Neve thinks - Maker knows it was bad enough learning how to adjust her gait so her prosthetic didn't catch on the old bricks in some places around the Lighthouse.
A marvel, really, that neither of them has noticed her. Davrin, shirtless, the defined muscles of his back running with sweat that catches the strange forever-twlight of this place, pinning his conquest. Lucanis, similiarly shirtless, similarly sweating, hair tied back away from his neck, pinned but with no mind to be prey.
Both of them so focused on each other that their world must have narrowed to only each other, to the pull of muscles, palms and fingertips digging into flesh to hold each other, hot, open-mouthed panting.
It's Assan who gives her away in the end, sqwarking out a greeting that she knows is just for her as he rushes to bump against her legs and get beak scritches; thus Davrin knows this, and Lucanis too. They stop, breathless, and while they don't come apart, Davrin appears to loosen his hold enough for Lucanis to look up to Neve standing above them.
"Don't stop on my account."
Davrin pitches them forward, uses his greater bulk, and pins Lucanis properly to the stone, arm at an uncomfortable angle with Davrin's hand around Lucanis' wrist, chest and shoulder pressed down, Davrin's other hand spread between his shoulderblades. One second, two, five, ten - and Davrin releases him. She wonders idly if Spite is a sore loser.
"My round, Lucanis."
Davrin goes for a waterskin left nearby, calls for Assan who ignores him, his weight resting against Neve's side. Lucanis steps up to the railing, rising to his toes. She meets him there, gripping the railing for balance and allowing herself to tip forward, metal leg planted firm so she can kiss him, lingers there.
"Enjoying the show, my love?"
"Not if it's already over."
Davrin comes over obsensibly to chide Assan for for not coming to heel, and passes the waterskin to Lucanis. Neve most certainly does not miss the way Lucanis touches his fingertips to the inside of Davrin's wrist, how his touch drags along his palm as he accepts the offering. Bellara would be vibrating out of her skin to yell kiss already, but Neve demurs.
"Round two, caro?" Lucanis says lightly, tipping his head to Davrin. Hard to tell under the flush of exertion and the rich, deep colour Davrin already has, but the tips of his ears look to be going a little red, even if nothing in his easy body-language betrays it.
"Wouldn't want to disappoint," he says, nodding to Neve. She gives him a wink, just to see if he can go any redder.
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