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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 23
Alistair's Secret
True to their word, the elves prepared a lovely celebration in honor of Bridget and the rest of her party for their help in ending the curse. Since the forest was now free of werewolves, the hunters were allowed back in to hunt once more, and they did. They returned with a giant bear, Cammen having shot the killing bow! The elves set to work on skinning the bear and then setting it over a large fire to roast. Varathorn took the liberty of making apple cider for everyone. Alistair scanned the crowd of the happy elves. Some already began dancing to the music that the minstrel elves were playing, others had found quiet places to sit with their loved ones. He sat down unknowingly next to Morrigan and watched as the elves danced. He hadn't seen Bridget since they returned from the forest. He assumed that perhaps she and Lanaya were speaking about the treaties. Alistair grabbed a nearby cup of apple cider and drank it slowly. The spicy liquid warmed his chilled bones. He sighed as he looked down into his lap. No longer could he wait to tell Bridget his birthright. It had to be tonight before things went any further between them.
"Maker…she probably won't even look at me the same way once I tell her…" he whispered softly to himself.
Morrigan narrowed her eyes and looked up from her Grimoire to stare at him.
"What's wrong with you? Why do you look so forlorn?" she asked.
Alistair looked up at her.
"That's really none of your business, is it?" he snapped.
Morrigan raised an eyebrow.
"And here I was trying to be nice. If you are looking for Bridget she is over there." Morrigan said as she pointed ahead of her and returned back to her book.
Alistair followed her direction and saw Bridget standing in the distance. His eyes widened as he thought he felt his heart skip a beat. Bridget was not wearing her usual armor, nor was she wearing a shirt or breeches. Instead she was adorned in a sapphire blue gown that ended at the back of her calves. Alistair smiled. She had her hair in a beautiful braid with flowers woven into it. When she turned, a fine blush spread across Alistair's face. The dress must've been originally meant for an elf, as it was shorter on her but…her bosom looked like it was about to spill over the top! Alistair quickly stood and scanned the crowd once more, this time for Zevran. He knew as soon as the perverted elf laid his eyes on Bridget's chest, it'd be like a honing beacon beckoning for him to zone in on that particular area. Unfortunately for poor Alistair, Zevran beat him to her and not a moment later were they with the other couples who were dancing around the large bonfire. Alistair frowned and walked back off to the side, resting his back against a tree. He crossed his arms and watched as Zevran and Bridget danced. He wasn't about to let his eyes off of them, either. That was his plan, however until Wynne caught his attention by standing next to him. Alistair nodded towards her then turned his head back quickly to watch Bridget and Zevran again.
"You really do care about her…don't you?"
Alistair furrowed his brow and turned his attention to Wynne.
"W-What?" he asked.
Wynne smiled up at him sweetly.
"You're the one who gave her the rose…weren't you?"
Alistair blushed.
"How do you know about that?" he asked.
Wynne tilted her head to the side and replied,
"She asked me to enchant it so it would never wither."
The corner of Alistair's mouth twitched into a smile.
"She did?" he asked slowly.
Wynne nodded.
"Bridget also told me that she keeps it with her at all times, in her pack. I believe she has it pressed between the pages of her journal."
Alistair grinned widely. Wynne looked to her feet and said,
"I apologize for what I said earlier…that you two should not be together. If you make each other happy, then you should stay that way. Everyone deserves happiness." She stated.
Alistair sighed.
"I'm not sure exactly if she will be happy with me, once I tell her…"
Wynne raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Alistair sighed and explained in a hush tone who his father was and what he was possibly entitled to. Wynne remained silent as he expressed his fears that Bridget would turn him away since he had kept this from her for so long, or that she might treat him differently, just as all the others had. After he finished, Wynne patted him on the arm and said,
"Alistair…if Bridget loves you, she will accept you no matter who your parents were. However…if you become king, that may place a strain on your relationship with her. Perhaps it is best if you both end whatever you have now before either one of you gets hurt…"
Alistair pondered her response as she walked away. He turned his attention back to the couples again and immediately panic rushed through him. Bridget was no where in sight…and neither was Zevran. What if that blasted elf had gone and kissed her too, just like Leliana! Alistair quickly began searching for Bridget as an even worse thought crept into his mind. What if he was somewhere giving her a massage? Just as Alistair was about to lose all hope, he literally ran right into Bridget, nearly knocking her backwards. He placed a hand on her hip to steady her. Bridget smiled brilliantly up at him.
"There you are! I've been looking for you!" she exclaimed.
Alistair swallowed and smiled at her nervously.
"I've been looking for you as well, may we speak,"
Before Alistair could finish his sentence, the minstrel elves began playing another song…this one, however, was different from the last. So far all of the songs of the evening had been fast paced and happy. This one now though, was soft and romantic. Bridget slipped her hand into Alistair's.
"Will you dance with me?" she asked softly.
Alistair felt his heart melt when he looked into her eyes. How could he say no?
"Of course." He whispered.
Bridget smiled up at him warmly as she led him towards the large bonfire where the other elves stood dancing. Alistair was no dancer...and he hoped to the Maker he wouldn't maul Bridget's toes with his clumsy feet. Once at the bonfire, Bridget lifted Alistair's right hand and pressed hers against his. Alistair glanced at the other elves and mimicked their movements by placing his left arm behind his back as Bridget did the same. Slowly they turned in a circle before switching hands and repeating the same move. . Alistair took a deep breath as a small bit of wind drifted past him. He noticed that the wind caught the stray pieces of Bridget's bangs and danced with them, the strands were like strings of gold flying with the light breeze. Alistair noticed the way the bouncing firelight reflected off of her hair and ivory skin. Bridget could not be any more beautiful than she was at this very moment. Alistair cast his gaze over her and noted that the silk fabric of the dress she wore. It was a perfect match to her sapphire eyes. His eyes drifted up her body. A gold thread was masterfully sewn into the sides of the bodice as swirls. He continued to drift his gaze over her, now stopping at her rather full chest. After a moment, Alistair blushed when he realized he had been staring and blinked and raised his gaze. His eyes locked with hers, and he hoped Bridget hadn't caught him staring at her bosom…Maker that would be an embarrassment! They switched palms again for the second half of the dance.
Bridget swept her eyes over Alistair and smiled up at him. She loved the way how the firelight made his hair glow…and his honey colored eyes. She laced her fingers with his, wanting to envelop her soft hand in the callousness of his. Bridget's heart felt like it would burst. In this moment, it seemed as if all the others that surrounded them had disappeared. To Bridget it was like she and Alistair were the only living things in the forest. She grinned in anticipation for the next part of the dance. They would have to get very close as Alistair would have to lift her into the air and spin her around in place. Bridget stared into his eyes as he placed his hands on her hips and lifted her into the air with ease. They spun around in place twice before he gently lowered her to her feet. Bridget encircled her arms around Alistair's neck as he lowered her and pulled him into a kiss. She knew she had surprised him because he stiffened, but immediately he relaxed and wrapped his arms around her waist. Bridget sighed happily as Alistair sucked on her bottom lip.
Alistair's eyes flew open. What was he doing? He had to stop kissing her; he had to tell her his secret! Oh but her lips were so soft…Alistair pulled away from Bridget and swallowed. He looked into her eyes and saw that she held a questioning gaze.
"Something wrong?" she asked slowly.
Alistair shook his head and took a deep breath.
"Do you know of a place where we can speak…privately?"
For some reason Bridget immediately brightened, as well as blushed. Why was she blushing…was it because of the kiss? She slipped her hand into his and smiled shyly at him.
"Follow me." She whispered.
Bridget practically dragged him away from the celebration. Alistair happened to catch Zevran's gaze as he and Bridget were walking away. The elf raised his eyebrows for a split second before grinning widely and giving Alistair a thumb's up. What in Andraste's good name was wrong with him?
Nerves had settled themselves in the pit of Bridget's stomach and she knew that in no time soon would they leave her. She was rather surprised by Alistair's boldness…and wasn't expecting him to want to make love to her for quite some time being as he was so shy all the time. Although he did say he would find himself becoming bolder after they shared that kiss in the forest…whatever the reason, she was completely happy. She led Alistair to the nearby river and sat on one of the many blankets lain out on the ground. Lanaya had said that whenever they celebrate the elves always have another place set aside for quiet time with loved ones to look up at the stars. The small area was perfect. Here and there lanterns were lit and cast a dim yellow glow on the forest floor and the surrounding trees. Fireflies were abundant and occupied some of the flowers nearby. The setting couldn't get any better. Bridget and Alistair sat on the blanket that was closest to the river. Bridget sat on her knees in front of him and raised an eyebrow.
"So…what did you wish to talk about?" she asked slowly as her hand discreetly reached behind her back to release the buttons that held the dress together.
Alistair looked into his lap and sighed. His stomach felt like a swarm of butterflies had taken up shelter within it and were bouncing around. Alistair licked his lips and said,
"I…I need to tell you…MAKER'S BREATH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Bridget nearly jumped completely out of her dress! She was in the process of pushing the fabric down her shoulders before Alistair nearly scared her to death. Bridget looked at him.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Alistair gaped at her.
"Why are you…undressing?"
Bridget drew her brows together in confusion.
"Um…well…didn't you wish to find some where private so we could make love?"
Bridget was sure even if there was no light in the area she could still see the redness on Alistair's face.
"Andraste's flaming sword, no! I don't want to have sex with you!" he exclaimed.
Bridget gave him a haughty look as she quickly pulled her dress back up over her shoulders.
"Well excuse me!" she replied.
Alistair buried his face in his hands.
"No, that's not what I meant; I do, not right now of course, but…ah…"
Bridget shook her head. She had never been so embarrassed before in her life…but this whole situation was absolutely hilarious. She burst into a fit of giggles and looked back up at him.
"Oh…this was my fault…I misread your meaning…" she said still trying to catch her breath from her laughter.
Alistair smiled at her nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well I…I'm glad you found some humor in the situation at least." He said awkwardly.
A long, embarrassing silence followed as Bridget readjusted her dress back to normal. Once finished she looked at Alistair (who was still blushing) and cleared her throat.
"So…what did you want to talk about?"
Alistair looked up at her and sighed. He moved closer to her and took her hands in his.
"I…I need to tell you this now, before any thing else happens between us."
Bridget drew her brows together.
"I'm not going to like this…am I?"
Alistair broke their gaze and shook his head.
"No." he murmured.
Bridget lifted Alistair's chin with her fingertips.
"What is it?" she asked softly.
Alistair licked his lips and said.
"I haven't been very truthful…about my past." He said slowly.
Bridget blinked.
"What haven't you told me?" she asked.
Alistair swallowed and said.
"Well…I was sent to the Chantry after Eamon was married…but the reason he took me in was because…I'm the bastard son of King Maric."
Bridget looked at Alistair for a long moment. Had she really just heard what she thought she had? By the pained look on Alistair's face…Bridget guessed that she had. She took a deep breath and asked in a tight voice,
"Doesn't that make you entitled to the throne?"
Alistair nodded slowly.
"It does, but I don't want it. Eamon should get it, he was Maric's brother,"
"Why did you wait so long to tell me?" Bridget snapped.
Alistair looked at her and felt his heart crumble. Tears brimmed her eyes, and one escaped and rolled down her face. She stood and turned her back to him.
"Alistair I told you everything about me, my family…why did you keep this from me? Did you not trust me?"
Alistair shook his head.
"No that's not it at all I…people just treat me different once they find out…and…well, I guess I wanted you to like me for 'just Alistair' not 'the bastard son of king Maric'."
Bridget turned around sharply and looked at him. She sat in front of him and held his face in her hands.
"Alistair, you were never 'just Alistair' to me. You're 'Alistair my friend', 'Alistair my companion'… 'Alistair…the man I think I'm falling in love with'…"
Alistair lifted his gaze to look at her.
"You thought you're falling in love with me, even when we first met?" he asked jokingly.
Bridget frowned.
"Now's not the time." She quipped.
Alistair dropped his smile.
"Sorry…d-does this mean you're not mad?"
Bridget sighed and leaned back from him, crossing her arms.
"I didn't say that. I'm hurt that you felt like you couldn't tell me this from the beginning."
Alistair rubbed the back of his neck.
"I know I should have…I'm sorry for not saying anything sooner…I just didn't want to lose you, I guess."
Bridget dropped her arms to her sides and scooted closer to him. She caressed the side of his face and whispered,
"You aren't going to lose me, Alistair."
He smiled at her and gently kissed her lips. Bridget kissed him back but pushed Alistair away and shook her head.
"Not so fast, I didn't say that you're entirely forgiven…yet." She stated, a coy smile on her lips.
Alistair raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? And what must I do to get back in your good graces?" he asked.
Bridget tipped her head to the side and pretended to have a serious look on her face.
"Hmm…well…"
Alistair chuckled.
"Let me make it easy for you," he said before he poked her in her side.
Bridget jumped and looked at him.
"Don't you dare!" she laughed.
Ah but Bridget couldn't keep Alistair's hands at bay and he tickled her senseless. Bridget fell backwards, pulling Alistair with her. He hovered over her, laughing as well. His laughter didn't last long, however as Alistair realized that he was in fact on his hands and knees, hovering over her. Bridget noticed this too as her giggles died out. Alistair swallowed as he cast his eyes over her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to regain all the breath she lost from laughing so much. Alistair smiled warmly as he stared into Bridget's loving gaze. He found that he could find himself in those eyes. Alistair lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. Bridget wrapped her arms around his neck and held him to her tightly. Their mouths moved against one another's. What started out as a simple kiss soon grew fiery and passionate. Alistair pushed his tongue forward into Bridget's open mouth and found hers. Their tongues entwined as Alistair found himself being turned over so that Bridget sat atop him. Bridget broke the kiss for a breath of air and raised herself to look down at him. Alistair was blushing like mad…but that didn't stop him from running his hands over the silk cloth covering Bridget's legs. She tipped her head to the side.
"You sure you want to wait…?" she asked as she felt his apparent arousal against her thigh.
Alistair closed his eyes as his blush grew deeper. Maker this woman was persistent! He reopened his eyes and swallowed.
"I'm willing to give it a shot…if you are…" he said nervously.
Bridget looked down at him and pondered his response before shaking her head, lightly kissing him on his cheek, and standing.
"I think we'll wait. That's what you get for keeping your secret for so long."
Alistair chuckled, very relieved that Bridget was letting it go. He wanted her, yes…but he wanted to wait for the right time and this just wasn't it. Alistair got to his feet and cleared his throat.
"We should head back, I'm sure they're all probably wondering what happened to us." He stated.
Bridget nodded and slipped her hand into his.
"Probably, and I'm getting pretty tired."
Alistair bit his lip.
"Can I ask you something?"
Bridget looked at him.
"You're not hiding anything else…are you?" she asked.
Alistair chuckled and shook his head.
"No…I…I was wondering if when we go to Denerim we might could look someone up. I've supposedly got a sister there…and I'd really like to meet her…"
Bridget smiled warmly at Alistair and lightly kissed him on his cheek.
"Of course we'll meet her, Alistair."
He grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"You don't know how much that means to me." He said.
They walked back just like that to the celebration…where Zevran was eagerly waiting for them. Alistair frowned as the elf approached them. He clapped his hands together and grinned.
"So…dipped your wick, did you?" he asked before bursting out laughing.
Bridget raised her eyebrows at Zevran and then looked at Alistair, who was blushing furiously and looked like he wanted to run his sword threw Zevran at that point. She face palmed herself.
"Maker help us all!" she chuckled.
A/N: This chapter was supposed to be a lot more serious than it turned out, but I like this version a lot better. I hope you guys enjoyed the fluff I threw in! There will be more to come!
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