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The Last of the Couslands	By : MistressofMagic Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12
The Kiss (Almost)
Alistair slowly opened his eyes and stared at the wooden ceiling above him. The sun was rising, spilling it's dim, yellow light into the room. Alistair took a deep breath and his nostrils were filled with the scent of cinnamon. He looked down and his eyes widened. How could he have completely forgotten the events of the night before? More importantly…how had Bridget ended up so close to him when she had put as much distance between them as possible? Bridget's head rested on Alistair's shoulder, her golden blond hair tickling the bottom of his chin. Her arm was atop his chest and reached all the way to his side as if she had a protective hold on him. Alistair continued to stare down at her. Bridget's body rose and fell steadily with the deep breathing of her sleep. Her long eye lashes panned across the tops of her cheeks and her lips were red and full, plump and perfect. Alistair blushed as he noticed her shirt was slightly pulled up and a little bit of her flat stomach was visible, teasing him. Bridget's arm moved slightly and he feared she had woken up. Instead she only stirred in her sleep and her hand now rested on his chest. Alistair slowly lifted her hand in his and rubbed his calloused fingers over her silken skin. Her hand was so small compared to his…but Alistair noticed that it fit in his perfectly…as if her hand was made specifically for his hand to hold. Before he realized what he was doing, Alistair had brought her hand to his lips and kissed it ever so lightly. He looked down at Bridget to see if she had stirred and thought he saw the traces of a faint smile on her lips. Alistair swallowed nervously and placed her hand back on his chest. He gently lifted her chin so that he could stare into her face at a better angle. Receiving courage from he knew not where…Alistair dipped his head to hers and placed a light kiss on her forehead. Alistair pulled back quickly and shook his head.
Andraste's flaming sword…what's gotten into me?
To Alistair's disappointment…Bridget began to stir. Alistair formed an idea in his head and decided to feign sleep, hoping that maybe Bridget would do something along the lines of what he had just done to her. But…wait that would be the wrong thing to do…Bridget opened her eyes before Alistair could change his mind and he laid there, perfectly still, seemingly asleep. Bridget slowly lifted her head and yawned. Alistair heard her gasp…she must've been surprised to find herself so close to him.
Bridget's eyesight came into focus and she realized that she in fact was cuddled up next to her fellow Grey Warden. How she got there…she did not know. Nan had always said she was a restless sleeper as a child…always wanted something to cling to. Apparently that was what had happened here. Bridget became restless and decided to cling to Alistair for some reason. She glanced up at his face and realized he was still asleep. Good. She didn't need him to know that she had unknowingly cuddled up to him as if he were her husband for the night. How silly…Bridget looked at his face and tipped her head to the side.
Since he's still asleep…I see no reason why I cannot admire him from this close angle…
Bridget trailed her eyes from Alistair's hair and down his face. She never realized how masculine his jaw was before…guessing she had just not really paid any attention to it. She gently touched the side of his face, feeling the small amount of stubble that had accumulated there over the past few days. Bridget also noticed that his shoulders were broad as well as his chest, which was what she examined next. Despite her want to lift up his shirt…she decided against it as it would be awkward to explain what she had hoped to find up there if her fellow Warden happened to wake up at that time, and with Bridget's amazing luck streak she was having lately…she knew Alistair would choose that exact moment to awaken. Bridget carefully removed herself from his side…careful not to disturb him and sat up on the bed. She slowly swung her legs over and stood, jumping slightly against the cold floor. Bridget bent down to her pack and removed her hair brush then sat atop the bed and began to remove the pins from her hair. After a small pile of pins had accumulated on the end table, Bridget winced as she ran the brush through her matted hair. What she wouldn't give for a mirror.
"May I?"
Bridget jumped at the sound of Alistair's voice. She slowly turned to see him propped up on his elbows and staring at her. He blushed and said,
"I figure since you don't have a mirror you won't be able to see the knots and…"
Bridget bit her lip.
"Is it really knotted back there?" she asked.
Alistair nodded.
"Kind of." He replied.
Bridget pouted.
"One of the downsides to long hair…I suppose you can brush it, just be gentle."
Alistair chuckled as she handed him the brush. He sat on his knees behind her and slowly ran the brush through her long tresses. After a long silence, Alistair said softly,
"How come you wear your hair up all the time?" he asked.
Bridget replied,
"It gets in the way when I leave it down…plus I don't need some Darkspawn yanking at my hair."
Alistair laughed as he came to a particularly knotted patch. Bridget hissed in pain at her hair being pulled and Alistair apologized.
"Sorry about that." He replied.
Bridget sighed.
"It's not your fault. I've been thinking of cutting it for a while now…"
Alistair shook his head.
"No don't do that…it's beautiful…in fact, you should wear it long more often…at least while we're in camp." He said softly.
Bridget blushed slightly.
"You think my hair is beautiful?" she whispered.
Alistair swallowed as he felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach.
"I do…it's soft and it resembles the color of gold, it's pretty and it suites you."
Bridget smiled. Alistair continued to slowly run the brush through her hair. At long last it was finished. Bridget turned around and smiled at him.
"Your turn!"
Alistair's hair was much easier to brush since it was so short and soon Bridget had finished. Alistair turned and smiled at her.
"Thank you, for that." He said.
Bridget smiled.
"Thank you for brushing my hair…I'm sure it was quite scary back there."
Alistair chuckled.
"Not at all…" he replied softly.
Bridget felt her face flush and noticed that the tips of Alistair's ears had turned red. Alistair had absolutely no idea how or why his hand was moving towards Bridget's face but it was and before he knew it, he had pushed some of her hair behind her ear…a rather intimate gesture. As he began to remove his hand, Bridget had unexpectedly placed her hand atop his. Alistair looked into her sapphire eyes and could tell that they were searching his. What was he supposed to do next? Oh curse it he was a bumbling fool when it came to this kind of stuff. Before he realized it, he was leaning towards her…Alistair's eyes were no longer staring into Bridget's but instead they were gazing at her lips. Bridge closed her eyes and leaned into Alistair. Their lips were so close…she could feel his breath upon hers! Any moment now…
BANG BANG BANG
Bridget jumped and nearly fell off the bed, Alistair however was not that lucky and actually did fall off of the bed.
"Are you two ready? It's already well past dawn, or have we decided not to help the fools in that village and we are just going to remain here like sitting ducks waiting for the Darkspawn?" Morrigan shouted.
Bridget quickly threw her hair up in a bun and helped Alistair with his armor.
"Can you…look away while I get dressed into mine?" she asked softly.
Alistair nodded and with all of his might bore his eyes into the wall in front of him despite the consuming temptation to take a quick peak over his shoulder. Bridget got into her armor quickly and grabbed her pack. She handed Alistair's his and they exited the room together. No one spoke as they exited the inn. As they walked near the docks, Bridget stole a glance at Alistair. His ears were red and his face was flushed. She knew he had to be thinking about what had just happened…after all…they almost kissed, who could ignore that? Bridget blinked and brought herself back to reality as they neared the docks and approached a very frustrated young templar…who would also turn out to be (or so he liked to think) the renowned 'queen of Antiva'.
A/N: I promise to get back to the main story arc next chapter! I thought this would be a cute way to start the eventual romance between Bridget and Alistair. Hope you enjoyed it, next up I promise they'll get to the Circle Tower and back to business ridding Fereldon of evil!
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