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Title: Strangers with Cookies
Chapter Twelve: �Are we being subtle now? I
couldn't tell.�
Rating: M
Word Count: 2850
Characters: f!Mahariel/Sten, Alistair/Lel, Zevran,
Wynne, Morrigan, Oghren.
Summary: The others find out what Sten and Adhara
have been up to. Reactions vary.
[A/N: This chapter is a
gift for Lennanightrunner.]

�I will be glad to get out of the forest,� Leliana mutters,
rubbing at her shoulder and staring out into the gloom. �I feel like the trees
are staring at me.�
Alistair pokes at the fire with a branch and nods. �Adhara
told me if you feel like you're being watched in the Brecilian Forest, it's
because you are.�
She presses her lips together and ponders this for a moment.
He loves it when she does that, and almost forgets what they're talking about.
�Are you sure she wasn't just teasing you?�
�Well, no,� he admits, throwing the branch into the flames.
�But after what we've seen here it wouldn't surprise me.�
�True. I want to write a song about the grand oak, but I
don't think anyone would believe it.�
�Does it matter?� he laughs. �It'd make for an interesting
story. Anyhow, if someone told me about half the things we've done, I wouldn't
believe them, either.�
Leliana sighs and gazes out over the camp. �I'm worried
about what all this is doing to Adhara, you know.�
�Why?�
Her blue eyes fix on his. �The only person she has to talk
to is Sten! That doesn't worry you?�
�Well... no,� he shrugs. �Should it?�
�Yes!� She shoves at his shoulder, and giggles when he falls
off the rock he was perched on.
Brilliant. He's always clumsy when the girls are watching. Or
Zevran. Or anyone, really. Alistair frowns at her from his spot in the dirt.
�That was mean!�
�I'm sorry. You're fun to push around,� she grins, and he
feels his face flush scarlet.
�Yes, and that works out so well for me.�
�It might, if you ask nicely.�
No, he had been wrong: now his face is flushing
scarlet. It was merely pleasantly pink before. He meets her eyes with a nervous
laugh. �Didn't you hear? I was born in a barn. Raised with the livestock, in
fact. You're lucky I walk on two feet, and you're expecting manners?�
�How silly of me. And here I thought that all Chantry boys
were gentlemen.�
�Only when a revered mother is in sight,� he retorts.
�...Wait, did you hear that?�
�What?�
Alistair looks out over the trees. �I thought I heard
voices.�
�Oh, it's probably Sten and Adhara,� she replies. �They left
to talk when we took over watch.�
�What, watch didn't give them enough time to talk?�
�Some people actually watch when they're supposed to, you
know. She says you and I talk too much.�
�Hmph.� Alistair finds another stick and pokes at the fire
some more. The wind picks up, and he hears noise again. �Hey... are we sure he
isn't hurting her?�
Leliana cocks her head, and then bursts into a fit of
giggles. �That's not pain, Alistair.�
�Oh, it isn't?� He can hear her voice clearly now. �Oh... oh.
It isn't, is it. They're... wait, no. How is that possible?�

**

Watch had been maddening: sitting beside Adhara, feeling her
warmth, but not being able to do anything about it put Sten into a
frenzy. Rather than sleep, he convinced her to walk with him into the woods,
where he nearly broke the straps on her armor in his effort to be near her
skin. Now she is standing naked, back to a tree, and he is kneeling, looking up
and watching her face as his fingers push further into her. Due to the earlier
work of his tongue, the act is almost effortless. He had made her call his
title in a low, hoarse voice, and he wanted to hear her do it again. It had
never sounded so wonderful to his ears.

**

The humans are talking again. Zevran can't understand why
the bard hasn't simply seduced the male Warden by now; he would have to be
crazy to say no to such a lovely redhead, and she could certainly teach him a
thing or two. Ascension into manhood would do him a world of good, and if he
wouldn't let Zevran do it himself, he might as well give in to the lady who
probably knew as much about sex as he.
He tosses on his bedding and kicks off his blankets in
frustration. Such a lovely dream he'd been having. Something about his Warden
finally giving in, and him spending the night exploring her body. There
was a woman who knew what she wanted, and he was not pleased to have been woken
up. He had almost been able to hear her voice and feel the suppleness of her
skin beneath his fingers.�
�What do you mean, 'how is that possible'?� he hears Leliana
ask. �Surely you don't need a diagram!�
�No, the basics are clear, it's just�she's so small, and he's...
enormous is such an awkward word, isn't it.�
�Maybe she likes that.� A pause. �It sounds like she does,
anyway.�
Usually he thinks conversations he overhears have to do with
sex when they really don't, but this one sounds like the real thing. Zevran
frowns and sticks his head out from his tent. �What are you two talking about?�
The redhead laughs, her well-curved lips showing the
slightest hint of teeth. �I never thought you'd need an explanation, too.� She
puts a finger over her mouth, and he listens carefully.
He'd recognize that voice anywhere. It had been in his
dream�no, not a dream, then? How unlucky for him that he is not the cause.
Adhara has no love for the dwarf, and Alistair is in plain sight. Fascinating;
he had not thought of their Sten as a sexual being. Zevran pulls on the boots
Adhara gave him and steps out to join the others. He's more than slightly
curious to see how she is faring against him, but knows that the other two will
not simply let him walk over and observe them in action.
Hmm. The other Warden is a paranoid sort. He will simply use
that to his advantage. �I suppose it hasn't crossed your minds that he might be
killing her?�
Leliana shakes her head, but Alistair looks suddenly
uncertain. �Wait... what if he is?� he asks her. �He did attack her at Haven,
you know.�
�You're both being ridiculous,� she sighs.
�I wouldn't be so sure,� Zevran replies. �As a veteran
killer and lover of many women, I should warn you that it can be hard to
distinguish between the sounds of pleasure and pain.� In fact, some of the
women themselves had been unsure until he'd slid the knife between their ribs
to provide comparison.�
Alistair shifts uncertainly, and Leliana finally snaps
�Maker's breath! She wouldn't be calling his name if he was killing her. Stop
using his paranoia as an excuse to be voyeuristic.� Leliana narrows her eyes at
him, and he feels suddenly guilty. She must have learned that look in the
Chantry.
He can hear it now. Sten's name is hidden within the groans
being carried to them by the breeze. Zevran crosses his arms, then lowers them
the second Leliana shakes her head at him.
...It's not that he's jealous.

**

�Sten,� Adhara gasps, and he straightens his back to press
his mouth to hers. He wants her to say it again. And again. Her legs have gone
weak, and she is slumped against him for support. When the kiss breaks, she
turns her head and presses her lips to his ear. �Sten,� she repeats. �Please, I
need you.��
More wonderful words.

**

Wynne could have ignored the sounds of lovemaking before it
became clear who was responsible. If Leliana hadn't mentioned that Adhara and
Sten had gone for a walk, it would still be obvious, at this point: female
elves have distinctive voices, and that is the fifth�oh, no, there's the
sixth�sixth time she has called Sten's name.
She can hear the boys giggling outside of her tent. That
won't do at all. Wynne rises reluctantly from her bedding�only slightly more
comfortable than sleeping on marble�and leaves her tent to join them. They're
so involved with their conversation that only Leliana notices her appearance.
�You had me going there for a second, Zev.�
�You're mistaken if you think I'm joking, my gorgeous human
friend. He could very well kill her by accident!�
�He can't do that,� Alistair retorts, then turns to Leliana.
�I mean, you can't die from... can you?�
More giggling, this time from the elf and the bard. Wynne
crosses her arms. �Would the three of you like it if you knew someone was
discussing your sex life while you were having it?�
�Yes,� grins Zevran, which does not surprise her. Leliana
and Alistair blush and look chastened, which doesn't surprise her either.
�Zevran, go back to bed,� she orders. �If you leave your
tent again, I'll turn you into a statue.�
�Your bosom heaves magnificently when you're annoyed, my
dear,� he replies, but at least he goes back to bed. After staring for a moment
and waiting for her bosom to heave magnificently in annoyance, no doubt, but
Wynne holds her breath until he is out of sight. Fifteen years ago, she had an
apprentice like Zevran. It took her weeks to realize that he was angering her
during lessons because he liked the way she sighed in exasperation. That sort
of lesson isn't easily forgotten. Small wonder that Adhara binds her chest;
Wynne doesn't believe for one second that it's only because of the armor.
�Now you two, go stand watch like you're supposed to.� Once
they've walked toward the trees�away from Adhara and Sten�she returns to
her tent. Unfortunately, it is closer to them than the others, and the elf's
voice is clearer.
Well, at least she's enjoying herself. Their time with the
Dalish hasn't been the easiest for Adhara, and sex is an excellent way to
de-stress. Unless there's more to it than that, and the two of them are...?
What an odd thought. They do get along, and Wynne supposes
that he's appealing enough, even if his lack of eyebrows makes his face seem
unpleasantly blank.
...Would that continue during�no, no. Best not to think
about it. Wynne opens her book and summons a small light to read by.
Thankfully, her years in the Tower have made her adept at tuning out the noise
of lovers.

**

Her nails are digging into the backs of Sten's shoulders,
encouraging him to thrust harder. Adhara is braced against the tree, legs
wrapped around his waist, and he is holding her up by her thighs. This would be
perfect if she were taller so that he could kiss her, or bite her neck, or something.
He thrusts again, and she tosses her head back with a wail,
opening her eyes and gazing up at him. When she smiles, it's his turn to
groan.��

**

Oghren rouses from his drunken slumber to the sound of
Adhara doing an excellent impression of a bronto during mating season. He dozes
for a while, listening idly to Wynne send everyone to bed, so it takes time for
him to realize that their fearless leader is saying a name instead of making
random noise.
He was expecting �Zevran!� �Alistair!� would have surprised
him. �Leliana!� would have been too good to be true, but what she says is �Sten!�
Oghren's eyes open at this, and he listens intently,
doubting his own ears. Stones of the ancestors, what had been in that
wineskin?
��on't stop talking.�
That was the qunari's voice, all right. He's retaking the
Deep Roads with a vengeance, by the sound of it. Good on him. Morrigan won't be
too happy, but he can't be the only one who thinks anything that got put in her
would come out coated with more poison than a Crow's dagger. Adhara says
something back, but it's too breathy for him to catch.
Probably for the best�Oghren has a feeling that if the qunari
knew they'd been overheard, he'd crack the rest of their skulls and turn their
brains into omelets. He settles against his blankets and lets the wine take him
back under.
...Heh. Hot. Bet she's climbing him like a tree.
��
**

Sten doesn't want to ever stop. He can't even understand
what Adhara is saying to him anymore because the words come floating in
disjointed through an all-consuming haze of sweat and pleasure, but the tone of
her voice is enough to goad him on. The purple lines inked into her skin draw
his attention to her mouth and eyes. Both are open, and he wishes that he could
kiss her. Instead, he runs a thumb against her lips and groans when she begins
to bite and suck at it needily. He answers her teeth with his own, turning his
head to get at her wrist, and feels a thrill at her cry.
Vashedan: he miscalculated and bit too hard. Deep, angry
welts appear on her skin, but all it seems to do is encourage her. He has the
sudden urge to bite her again until she bleeds, and is relieved that more of
her is not within reach of his mouth.
�Sten,� she groans again, pinning his eyes with her grey
ones. Her facial expressions should not be able to control his heart rate, but
they do. He gasps for breath and loses her next words to the thunder in his
ears.

**

Morrigan comes awake with a jolt, momentarily certain that
the camp is under attack again. Within seconds, 'tis clear why she was dreaming
that Mother had �company.�
�Please! Creators above, that�anh!� The words dissolve into
incoherency.
So, the assassin had finally worked his way into Adhara's
bed, had he? Unsurprising, if a little disappointing. Also potentially
dangerous; she would be vulnerable, and if he still did wish to end her
life, 'twould be an opportune moment to do so.
�Sten! Please!�
...Sten? No, surely 'tis not possible. After all that
talk from him of being uninterested in such �a little thing,� he chooses
someone even smaller? What of his warnings of armor, and teeth, and qunari
sex being deadly?
�Please!� Adhara repeats, and Morrigan feels a sudden chill.
Her voice is hoarse, and her breathing ragged. She could be begging out of
pleasure, or.... Morrigan shakes her head and tries not to think of Mother's
last few Chasind lovers. They had sounded much the same before the end. If Sten
had not been lying, he could be killing Adhara. That would leave Morrigan
alone with the rest of them, all of whom could not stand her, and she'd be
turned into the Templars as an apostate.
Perhaps she should warn the others.
But no, Leliana and Alistair are on watch, and neither of
them would believe her. She could go check for herself, but if they caught her
sneaking about 'twould be assumed she was up to something nefarious.
�Yes! Harder! I�� More incoherent noises.
Ah. Adhara might be depressed, but she is by no means
suicidal. If he were hurting her, she would not be asking for more. So 'tis
rough sex, then, and she will survive the night.
Morrigan rolls over and tries not to listen and wonder what
'tis like to bed a qunari. Unfortunately, the knowledge that the armor, and the
biting, and the death are lies rekindles her interest, and she finds herself
wondering again why he had chosen the little elf over her advances.

**

Sten lowers them both to the ground and pulls her into his
lap, resting his back against the tree. Adhara breathes heavily against him,
and for a few minutes all they can do is pant. Each inhale fills his nostrils
with tree and dirt and the smell of sex, which relaxes him. She rests her head
against his chest and makes a contented noise.
�Sleep in my tent tonight, lethallin.�
One of his arms wraps lazily around her waist. �Why?�
Her head tilts upward, and she smiles at him. �Is there a
reason not to?��
He can't think of one, and so he shakes his head. If
anything, there are multiple reasons to agree: she is warm, and her hair smells
wonderful, and he is very tired. When she rises, he helps her gather their
armor and clothing and follows her back to her tent, shivering slightly in the
damp air of the forest. Adhara curls against him the moment he is underneath
the blankets, and he turns on his side so that he can wrap his arms around her.
�If this is going to become a habit, you will need a larger
blanket, kadan. My feet are cold.�
�So pull your knees up!� she grumbles into his chest.
�Honestly, you have no sense at all for keeping warm, do you?�
Sten follows her suggestion and feels instantly warmer. Not
only are his legs now covered, but he is curled around her, sharing her heat.
�How is wanting a larger blanket nonsensical? You are half my size. It's like
keeping warm with a napkin.�
Parshaara, now she is laughing. What did he say that was
funny?
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