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In good times and in bad	By : kruemel Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 14749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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.. Rori is in my tent. I don't know how she got there but when I turn on my mat, she is curled to my side. She is asleep with her rosebud lips slightly parted. She is covered with my blanket but I can feel the heat radiating off her naked body. I reach out to trace my fingertips across her forehead to her lips. Her eyes flutter open and she looks at me in awe. "Alistair," she gasps softly. The sound of her voice saying my name makes me shiver with anticipation. She moves closer, pressing her body against mine. I feel myself grow hard when her lips capture mine for a deep, longlasting kiss.
My hands move on their own accord, sliding down the side of her body to cup her buttocks and squeeze them gently. Her kissing grows more urgent, her arms wrap around my neck, fingers entangle with my hair. I rest one hand at the small of her back, my free hand cups one of her breasts, squeezing it gently. My thumb brushes across the hardening pearls of her nipples. I pull her closer, making her feel my erection. She moans softly into my mouth and grinds her hips against my hardness as she slips one leg over mine. Her wet core is slick against my length. A moan escapes my lips when she begins to rub herself against me...
I wake with a gasp. My heart is beating fast, my body is tingling with excitement. Staring at the ceiling in the dark it takes me a few moments to realize I am alone in my tent. There's a sticky wetness soaking my shorts and shirt. Blast! The first dream ever that wasn't a nightmare since I became a Grey Warden and it's a wet one about Rori. Not that I am going to complain. It's just a bit - unexpected.
I close my eyes, trying to steady my ragged breathing. How can I still feel her touch linger when this was only a dream? How can her image still haunt me when I close my eyes? My whole body yearns for her while I still try to make up my mind about her. She is such a beautiful creature. She makes me laugh. She says she cares about me. At least she listens to me when I answer one of her many questions. And she remembers.
To be with her, to kiss her, it is more than I have ever dreamt off. Still, I fear this is not the right thing to do, that I am a hindrance for her. She has to concentrate on ending the Blight, so have I but we both seem to get more and more attached to each other. And I become more and more afraid I could lose her.
My desire for her grows stronger every day. But I don't just want to sleep with her as if she was a randomn whore. She deserves more. She deserves this to be beautiful and perfect and right. I have been raised in the Chantry. That... has never been a topic to worry about there for me. But I know that an honourable woman should be married before she... before any lamppost-licking activities. Can Grey Wardens marry? Could I marry Rori? I should be in love with the woman I marry. Am I in love with Rori? How should I know. This is new to me. And to her, too. I wish she was more experienced. Then she could lead me, show me what to do. But she is as lost as I am. I am afraid to hurt her. Afraid to disappoint her. Afraid I could mess this all up. All this really gives me a headache.
After last night, when she asked me if I would join her in her tent, things have become more difficult. I wonder if this had happened so fast if Wynne hadn't caused Rori to become so upset and then did the same with me. I was afraid I could be forced to leave her and I'm quite sure she felt the same about me. And then this lead to...
Can't there be duty and Rori? Does it all have to always be duty alone? I cannot imagine a single possible situation that could force me to choose between her and my duty. It's rather unlikely the archdemon takes her hostage, right? Maybe someone else could. Loghain? Sounds more likely. The mere thought makes me sick to my stomach. I don't want to have to deal with this now.
I am so confused.
It is still dark outside but I cannot go back to sleep. So I make use of the time to clean myself and my clothes. I search for clean clothes in my backpack. My shirt has vanished although I am quite sure I put it back into my bag after washing it yesterday. Now it is gone. Maybe I left it at the shore of the river after all.
I crawl out of my tent. The night air is chilly. Sten is keeping watch at the campfire with Barkley. The dog and the Qunari get along well and Sten feeds him sweets when Rori isn't looking. I caught them sharing a muffin yesterday. Sten doesn't look up when I silently make my way past him. No doubt he knows I am here. Blast, I hope I didn't make any noise back there in the tent when I was dreaming. Guess I can always blame it on the nightmares, though.
I stumble past the campfire towards the lake. The grass is wet with dew and although it's chilly I like the feeling against my bare feet. The water of the lake is so smooth that it looks like the surface of a dark mirror, reflecting the moon. I shed my sitcky shirt and shorts and stand there in all my naked glory. The water looks as cold as it probably is, still I don't hesitate and plunge myself into it. Part of the templar training is to gain and keep ultimate control over your own body even when you suffer great pain, heat or cold. This is nothing for wimps and part of the training I liked. It calls for a disciplined mind and mine is disciplined enough to allow me to swim until my teeth clatter so loudly that I'm afraid I could wake the whole camp.
I wash my clothes and put the clean ones on. As my clean shirt has gone missing in action, I have to return to the camp shirtless. While I wait for my clothes to dry, I make breakfast. Barkley leaves Sten's side when I drop the bacon into the pan. "Rori said you're on a diet," I remind him. He gives my his puppy dog eyes and whines. "You're a warhound! You shouldn't beg like that." Barkley tilts his head to one side, his eyes grow even larger and he whines in the most heartbreaking manner. "You are shameless." I give him a piece of bacon and he wolfs it down. "Don't you have any self-esteem?" Barkley woofs and darts off into Rori's tent.
"EEKS! EWWWW! BARKLEY!"
Seems Rori is awake. I chuckle to myself and reach for the rest of the bacon - only to find it gone. "BARKLEY!"
Dawn is breaking when the scent of fresh coffee wafts through the camp. Rori is the first one to come stumbling out of her tent. She still looks half asleep and incredibly cute with her out-of-bed hair and the far too big shirt she is wearing. It still only reaches down to her knees and I can't help staring at her beautiful legs and delicate ankles bluntly.
"Coffee," she grunts when she comes to a halt right in front of me.
"Good morning, dear lady. Have you slept well?" I know she had trouble falling asleep. I'm quite sure I haven't dreamt about her talking to Leliana last night.
"Coffee. Now."
"Your desire is my command." I thrust a mug of coffee into her hands and watch her sip it. If I didn't know that's what she is like right after waking up I'd worry if she was angry with me for having turned her down. She just isn't a morning person. Especially not when she hasn't slept well. Actually Rori is quite a pest when she hasn't slept well. This is nothing personal so I don't need to get worried about it.
The way she looks I'm afraid she could fall asleep standing there. Her eyes are still half closed and she sways lightly, humming softly to herself. She hasn't buttoned up the shirt to the top and it has slipped off one of her shoulders. I admire the graceful line of the crook of her neck and the porcelain skin that looks as soft as satin. My eyes drop farther down to her cleavage and the swell of her breasts. And I remember the softness of her bosom, how her nipples hardened under my touch. I gulp but the lump in my throat doesn't vanish. Instead images of my dream return to my mind. I need a distraction, something that can take my mind off that image of her body naked and her making love to me. Then the letters stitched into the collar of the shirt catch my eye.
"Hey! You stole my shirt!"
"Huh? Hm, yeah." Rori yawns and stretches like a cat, causing the hem of the shirt to rise a few inches and reveal more of her thighs.
"Why did you do that? I've been looking for it this morning and couldn't find it." I desperatedly cling to the matter of retrieving my shirt from her. I concentrate on this task as if it was an important mission.
"I needed a nightdress." She empties her mug, pushes it back into my hands and, staggering, turns back towards her tent. If she notices the sharpness of my tone then she doesn't show it. More likely she's still more sleeping than she is awake and doesn't see anything odd in my behaviour. I think myself rather weird. Let her have that shirt. It suits her far better than me anyway. "It's far too early," she mumbles, stiffling another yawn. She's too sleepy to even notice my hungry stare. Maker's Breath!
"That's why you steal my shirt? Why mine? Why not Sten's?"
"Yours smells of you." She hugs the shirt tighter to herself, sounding confused now why I would get so upset about a shirt.
"Oh... ah..." A warmth that makes me forget I am supposed to concentrate on the fact that I am freezing shirltess in the morning chill spreads from my heart through my entire body. It's different from the heat she rises inside me when I watch the voluptuous curves of her body.
I am still staring when Rori with her back turned to me sheds out of the shirt in one graceful move. Beneath it she wears nothing but a pair of black lace panties. I gasp and gawk. "Here, you can have it now." One arm covering her breasts, she tosses the shirt at me before she quickly disappears inside of her tent.
I am too stunned to even try and catch the shirt.
Five minutes after she is gone I manage to make myself move again. The shirt is lying in the grass right in front of my feet. I pick it up and press it to my face. It smells of Rori.
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