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Free as a Bird	By : Letticiae Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 9737 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I have to admit it's getting better

It's getting better

Since you've been mine

Getting so much better all the time!

(Lennon/McCartney)

Chapter 14 – Getting Better (Part 2)

Hawke and Alistair were dancing through their fourth song in a row. Having his strong arms around her and his muscular thigh between her legs was beginning to make her breath hitch. Her body was pressed against his hard, chiseled chest and the hardening bulge in his pants was grinding against her center. She could feel her smalls soaked with her arousal.

When the song ended, he suggested they take a break and she agreed. If they didn't stop right now, he would surely have trouble walking back to his table.

Before Hawke could reach her chair Isabela grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the counter.

"That was so hot! I'm wet just from watching you two dance." The pirate elbowed Hawke, a saucy look on her face. "Two ales over here, Corff," she shouted.

"I'm not drinking anymore."

Isabela gave her friend a shocked look, as if Hawke had just said something horribly offensive, so the Fereldan woman quickly explained, "Tonight, I mean."

"Fine, I'll have them both. So, want any tips? You are going to have sex with him, right?" the pirate raised her eyebrows.

"Is it bad that I want to? I've just met him…"

"You're leaving tomorrow for Maker knows how long. You might even die down there. You have to make the most of this night," Isabela made her case.

"I guess you're right."

"So, tips?"

"Sure. Why not? Tell me how to fuck his brains out," Hawke played along.

"That's my girl!" Isabela cheered and started whispering in her ear, making her blush but at the same time all the more aroused.

Alistair's eyes darkened with lust as he stared at the two women whispering and giggling, their bodies close to each other, both leaning against the counter, with their backs to him. Maker, he was hurting with desire.

After he and Elissa had parted ways, he had been with other women every once in a while. No one that had mattered, though. No one that he had even cared to remember their name. Now, for the first time since the only woman he had ever loved had crushed his heart, he felt connected with someone. Hawke was truly special. Beautiful, smart, brave and strong. She was someone he could actually fall in love with. He couldn't believe they had met no more than a few hours ago. It sure felt like years. And she would leave the next day, for the Deep Roads of all places. He might never even see her again. He had to do something.

"You and that drunkard put up quite a show," Anders pestered Hawke when she came back to their table.

"Glad you liked it," she said ironically.

"Your skirt is too revealing for you to dance like that," Fenris added.

Hawke rolled her eyes. "I didn't know Mother had been invited to this party."

Anders stood up. "It's true, Hawke. Maybe we should call it a night. We all need to get some sleep before the expedition leaves."

"I'll walk you home," the elf said.

"You two learned how to play with each other now?" she mocked.

A slow song had just started when a hand rested on her shoulder.

"Care for one more dance?" Alistair asked her, his voice husky, almost like a groan in her ear, making her feel all fluttery inside.

She turned to him, a sexy smile curling across her lips. "This is the second time you rescue me today."

Varric chuckled at the sight of both Fenris and Anders fuming as Hawke once again walked away with Alistair.

He tightened his grip around her waist as they danced, bringing her so close to him he could feel her breath on his neck. He lowered his head, his lips ghosting over her ear.

"I wish we had more time," he whispered, his breath caressing her ear and sending shivers down her spine.

Alistair was saving her again – from herself, this time, as he was making her remember what it was like being desired, being taken care of, being touched with want…

"Let's not waste the little we still have left," she mumbled, her lips softly brushing his neck.

He didn't waste another second. Burying a hand in her silky hair as the other pulled her even closer, crushing their bodies together, he kissed her. She tilted her head up and opened her mouth, allowing their tongues to meet. The kiss quickly became savage as their eager, hungry mouths started fighting for dominance. It couldn't possibly have been any different between two people who had been without love and affection for so long.

All of a sudden he had her pressed against a wall. She had no idea how they had gotten there and she didn't care. Her hands were roaming over his body on their own volition and all she could think about was getting rid of his shirt.

He ran his hands on her thighs, urging her legs up to curl around his waist. She complied, not giving a damn about being in a room full of people, not caring if her sister or her companions were staring at her. To the void with anyone who might be judging her. She was tired of those frustrating men in her band, of loneliness, of being pushed away.

Without letting her mouth ever escape his, Alistair effortlessly carried her up the stairs, across the hallway and into his room. He kept a supportive hand on her ass while the other locked the door behind them. He put her down and they immediately started getting rid of their clothes. They stripped with such urgency and haste, as if their lives depended on how fast they could remove the obstacles between their bare bodies.

Hawke's eyes widened at the sight of his impressive erection. Isabela had not lied about that.

He pulled her to him and started kissing and nibbling her ear and then her neck as his hand snaked down to her warmth. He gasped when he felt how wet she was.

The way he had danced with her had been foreplay enough and she was as ready as he was. All she wanted now was to feel him inside her. It was time to test Isabela's tips.

"Fuck me, Alistair," she purred, grazing her nails on his hairy, masculine chest.

Those words threw him over the edge. In one swift move he turned her around and bent her over the table, positioning himself behind her and making her squeal in surprise. A good surprise, no doubt, as she wantonly spread her legs for him. The ferocious dragon on her back caught his eye. He ran his fingers over it, from the nape of her neck up to the curve of her behind. Her perfect ass up in the air was an irresistible image and he teasingly pushed only the swollen head of his hard length into her.

"Maker's breath, you are so tight!" he exclaimed, as he felt her warmth clenching around him.

"Please, Alistair. I want you! All of you!" she pleaded.

Having a beautiful, hot woman like that, bare, aroused, bent over a table and begging for him was too much to bear. He took several deep breaths as he held back his desire to ravish her like a wild animal, for he wanted to savor the sensation of finally being with someone that made him feel worthy.

He kept pushing slowly into her tightness, enjoying the feeling of her sex accepting him inch by inch and rejoicing in every moan and gasp that escaped her mouth as his shaft stretched her open.

She shifted, trying to adjust to his size as he plunged into her. He could feel her body trying to slip away with his every thrust as he hit that barrier deep inside her. Keeping a strong grip in her hips with one hand, he slipped the other under her and began stroking her clit as he pounded her. Pleasure quickly overcame pain and she began rocking her hips to meet his thrusts, urging him to move faster and harder, taking him fully into her.

Her velvety walls squeezed his length even more as her orgasm hit, making her cry out wordlessly and shiver, her knuckles turning white from the strength of her grip on the edges of the table. The feeling of her release on his member immediately brought him his. He threw his head back, his eyes snapped shut and he moaned low and rough as he pumped his hot seed inside her.

Her body relaxed and she was about to collapse on the hard wooden table when he pulled her up and laid her on his bed. He cradled her in his muscled arms and she nuzzled comfortably into the hollow of his shoulder.

"You know, this was the only night worth living I had since… Maker, it seems like forever," he sighed, pulling her even closer to him.

"This night has just started." Her saucy tone and the devilish way she looked up at him left no room for doubt.

His eyes shone and they kissed, tenderly at first, wantonly a second later. She welcomed the pressure of his body coming over hers and put her arms around his neck. He slid down to her breasts and took a nipple in his mouth. He suckled and grazed his teeth over it while he pinched the other slightly between his fingers. Her luscious moans of pleasure were driving him insane and he pushed her legs apart, aligning himself between her thighs. A wicked smile spread across her face as she felt his prodigious erection eagerly nudging her entrance so soon after their first exertion.

"I heard stories about your great stamina…" she said.

He raised an eyebrow. "Really? What else Isabela told you?"

"That you like it from behind. Want me to turn around?" she offered, looking mischievously at him.

"Or maybe I want to look at your face as I make you come. Maybe I like watching you as you call my name," he replied in between moans, his and hers, as he buried himself into her.

Her legs tightened around him, trying to keep him within her as he pleasurably tormented her, withdrawing completely and then slamming back deep into her. Every time he came back in, she writhed and shivered and there was pain and pleasure all over again as her body seemed to refuse getting used to his length and girth.

He started pummeling her in a punishing pace. Her nails digging into his back and shoulders were driving him mad, bringing him on the verge of orgasm. But he wouldn't come before he had pleasured her. He wanted to hear her scream his name and he would, so he pushed her arms above her head and held both her wrists with one hand. His thrusts faltered for no longer than a couple seconds as he fulfilled this action, but it had been enough for her to miss them.

"Don't stop, Alistair, please! Fuck me!" she begged, her face flushed and her breaths ragged.

Maker, she was not making this easy on him. He hammered her, so fast and hard he feared he might hurt her, but he couldn't hold back anymore. As he felt her channel tightening even more around his length, he knew her climax was upon her. Her sensuous lips cried out his name over and over again and she squirmed beneath him trying to free her arms from his firm grasp as she came. His orgasm immediately followed hers, so strong and overwhelming, his moans came out half-pained.

Her hands were finally free and she lowered them to caress his breathless, sweaty form slumped over her. After a few moments, his breathing hushed and he rolled over to lie on her side. He pulled her to him, her head resting on his chest.

"Hawke, I know I have no right to ask you this, but the Deep Roads… You shouldn't go," he said, genuine concern showing in his voice.

"I'll be fine."

"There was a Warden in your table today. Is he the one that gave you the maps? Is he going with you?" he asked.

"Yes and yes, but how do you know –?"

"I can feel it, the taint."

"No wonder Anders says no one can quit this blighted Order."

"Not entirely, you can't. Even if you quit you still keep the nightmares, the infertility and the short lifespan," he explained. "Only the good stuff," he tried to joke but his voice came out awfully sad.

"I wish we had met in different circumstances," she sighed.

"You mean you not being attacked by those bastards?" he asked.

"I mean you not being in a place like this. After all you have done and gone through, you deserve better," she answered.

"I'm out of the Wardens. And going back to Ferelden is not an option. There's nothing left for me. This is as good place as any to drink myself to sleep."

"Why going back is not an option?"

"I was forced to leave Ferelden in behalf of Queen Anora. As long as I stayed there rebellions could be raised in my name. Ferelden could not endure another civil war. Anora actually called for my execution. But she owed Elissa for letting Loghain live and making her queen. What Elissa asked in return was for her to spare me," he explained.

"I can't understand how it all came to that. It sounds so extreme."

He swallowed hard. "To love a woman like Elissa and have her love me back… I used to think I was a lucky man. But then she met Riordan. He was a senior Warden from Orlais. At that moment, something changed between us. Maybe she fell in love with him. I don't know for sure. She trusted him immediately and the way her eyes were always searching his for reassurance…" he sighed sadly. "At the Landsmeet, after she had defeated Loghain, it was Riordan who suggested that traitor should go through the joining ritual to become a Grey Warden. Elissa agreed to it without hesitation. That was… Maker, that nearly killed me! I didn't want to be king. I still don't. A Grey Warden, that's who I am-was. But I couldn't fight alongside the men who betrayed King Cailan and hunted us down like animals. Joining the Wardens is an honor, not a punishment, and they granted it to that traitor. I could never stand next to him as a brother," his voice raised slightly.

"Loghain died landing the killing blow on the Archdemon. You know that, right?" Hawke said as her fingers ran soothingly across his chest and abs.

"Yes. The Warden that kills the Archdemon always dies with it. His soul is ripped out of his body and destroyed."

Suddenly, it all made perfect sense to Hawke. Did Alistair not see it? "How delightful! Don't you think that's why she accepted Loghain into the Wardens? So neither of you had to die?"

He considered her words for a second. "I guess she might have talked to Riordan about that. They seemed to have the whole thing planned ahead. She didn't even let me fight Loghain because she knew I'd never let him live. But back then I didn't know one of us had to die."

"And now that you know?" she questioned.

"It doesn't change anything. He was a traitor and had to die like one. She made him a hero. If one of us had to be sacrificed in order to end the Blight, I would have stepped in and done it. I'd have fulfilled my duty as a Grey Warden," he tried to keep his voice neutral, but she noticed a hint of anger on it.

"I think you should open those letters she sent you," she finally mentioned the thing that had been bothering her the moment she had set her eyes upon them.

"I don't want to," he uttered.

"Of course you do or you'd have thrown them away already," she retorted.

"If you didn't look this good naked I would scold you for going through my mail," he jested.

"I'm sorry. I just think that there might be something in there that will take you away from here. You're so much better than this place," she insisted.

"You keep saying that, yet you are here," he replied.

"I'm a poor refugee who makes a living as a sword for hire. This is the perfect place for someone like me. You, on the other hand, are the rightful heir to Ferelden's throne, a Grey Warden and a hero."

"I have given up on all that."

"You keep your sword and shield by the bed and stormed into a room full of thugs to save someone you didn't even know. You don't strike me as someone who has given up. You're still a Warden, Alistair, and a pretty damn good warrior."

"Why do you care so much?" he asked.

"You faced all those men to save me. Why did you care?"

"I couldn't just get back into my room and pretend I didn't see them get you. I had to help. I guess… that's who I am."

"Exactly. You should go back to Ferelden, to the Grey Wardens. As Warden Commander, Elissa has rebuilt the Order. Anders is always telling impressive stories about her. Maybe it's time you open those letters. They might explain why she made the decisions she made."

"Hmm, I thought you liked me, but here you are insisting I go after another woman," he teased.

"I hate to see an amazing man like you wasted in this dump. And I don't know what's going to happen on this expedition. We barely know each other. It's not fair that I ask you to wait for me."

"We barely know each other. Funny, isn't it? Our paths have been crossing for years now, but only now we've met. I guess that's why I feel like I've known you all my life."

"I feel the same way," she said, gently coiling a finger on his chest hair.

He drew her closer. "At least tonight, then, stay with me."

"I never planned on leaving," she said, snuggling into his chest.

With smiles on their faces and their bodies entangled they drifted off to sleep. It was the most peaceful slumber they both had ever had in the past years.

Sunlight coming through the thin curtains over a small window in the back of the room awakened Alistair. He looked at the beautiful naked woman in his arms and his eyes turned sad. One day by her side and she had already affected him deeply, she had made him feel like the man he was once proud of being – Alistair Theirin, the warrior and the Grey Warden. Now she would leave and he might never even see her again. Life was not being easy on him.

She was slowly coming out of her slumber and he felt her hand trailing lazily from his chest, past his abdomen and to the path of hair leading down to his manhood. She reached his length and began stroking gently. He was hardening quickly in her hands and she opened her eyes to look at him with a cheeky smile spreading across her face.

He ran a hand up her leg and felt the wetness of their juices from the night before that had trickled down her thighs. He kissed her, his mouth muffling her moans of pleasure as he caressed her folds.

With a firm grasp around his already rock hard cock she stroked him harder. He answered by pushing two fingers into her as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, making her roll her hips lustfully into his touch.

Desperate to feel her tight, warm core around his shaft one more time, he pulled his fingers out of her and spun them around, bringing her over to straddle him. The way her body arched and she gasped as she slowly impaled herself on his length was maddening. He couldn't take his eyes off the place where their bodies were joining. Seeing her taking him in, all of him, was almost making him come undone.

With a strong grasp of his wide hands on her hips he was helping her lift herself up and adding potency to her downward slam. Unable to resist her full, round breasts bouncing in front of him as she rode him, he sat up and took one in his mouth. He fondled the other with one hand and kept his free arm around her ass to continue lending force to her up and down movements.

Her body tensed instinctively as she felt him exploring her behind, fingering her rear entrance.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you," he whispered in her ear as he slowly slid a finger inside her tight ass, making her whimper and shiver.

She had never felt anything like that. Her body was melting into his arms with pleasure that quickly threw her over the edge. They peaked at the same time. She shouted his name, her nails scoring his back as she clutched his shaft, milking him, making him cry out pleas to the Maker along with wordless growls.

Panting and sweating, they collapsed in bed, lying on their backs. Their hands found each other between their bodies and they entwined their fingers. With eyes closed and blissful faces, they enjoyed a well-deserved moment of pure peace and contentment, just lying there, side-by-side as the morning air cooled their sweaty skin. The only sound was their breathing hushing.
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