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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 25
First Knight
His eyes never left her as Bridget led the way back to the Gnawed Noble. Alistair sighed as he swallowed nervously. His stomach felt like it had twisted itself in a huge knot, and Alistair was pretty sure it would remain that way until the end of the night. He bit his lip as they entered the tavern, and with each step they took his worries and nerves seemed to grow that much more. What if he was no good at it? After all, this was his first time; he could be terrible for all he knew! Alistair sighed as he shook his head. He wasn't even sure if Bridget was a virgin or not. If she was, then he wouldn't feel as bad as he did…but if she wasn't, then she would have someone to compare him to…he sighed sadly as he followed her into the room. Maker he was a mess! He didn't even hear Bridget remove her armor and close the door to the bathroom he was so distraught! Alistair removed his own armor and sat on the edge of the bed. Zeus trotted up to him and quirked his head to the side as he stared up at Alistair with a questioning gaze. Alistair sighed and buried his face in his hands. He was at a complete loss…he had no idea what to do, or even where to begin! He shook his head. Bridget needed a man that knew how to love her…not some sheltered bastard prince who can't even kiss her without turning beet red.
"Alistair, are you alright?"
He jumped suddenly when he heard her voice and turned to look at her. Bridget wore a long white tunic over a pair of black leggings that clung to her skin sinfully. Alistair guessed that she had not completely dried herself as some parts of her shirt appeared damp and hugged her flesh. Alistair cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I-I'm fine, why wouldn't I be fine? Nope there's nothing wrong at all, what so ever!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking from his nerves.
Bridget drew her brows together and walked towards him. She sat down next to him on the bed.
"Are you thinking about the whole Goldanna thing? Is that why you look like you're about to be sick?"
Alistair swallowed. Maker he didn't think he looked that bad! He quickly stood when she touched his arm, his flesh burning for her touch through the thin fabric of his shirt. Alistair began to pace back and forth in front of her, running a hand through his hair and chewing on his bottom lip.
"I…no, I'm not thinking about…that." He replied, in a cracked voice once again.
Zeus whined and clawed at the door. Bridget stood and walked over to him.
"Maybe you should relax…the bathroom's all yours. I'm going to go and take Zeus outside for a minute."
Alistair sighed and nodded as he watched Bridget step through the door and close it behind her. Alistair walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, resting his back against the wood. It was at this moment that Alistair realized he was indeed doomed. He walked over to the washtub and filled it with water. Alistair removed his clothes and settled into the warm liquid, letting it envelop his aching muscles. Why was this so hard for him? Why couldn't he be like Zevran and automatically know what to do? Alistair sighed as he scrubbed his skin, washing away all the dirt and grime of the day. After finishing he stood and dried himself, then pulled his breeches and shirt back on. Alistair exited the washroom to find Bridget sitting on the bed, minus Zeus. Alistair furrowed his brow.
"Where's,"
Bridget turned and looked at him.
"We ran into Zevran in the tavern and Zeus ended up following him into his room once we came back up the stairs. I swear it seems like any and everything just can't resist that man." She chuckled.
Alistair chuckled softly as he stared down at her. Bridget's hair for once was out of the bun she always kept it in. Since she kept it up all the time, it had a slight curl as it rested past her shoulders and down her back. Alistair bit his lip as he rubbed the back of his neck. It was now…or never.
"Bridget?" he asked softly.
Bridget (who had begun pulling back the blankets to climb in) stopped her task and looked up at him.
"Hmm?" she replied.
Alistair took a deep breath and said,
"I…thank you for coming with me to see Goldanna…and for talking me down afterwards. I just wanted to tell you that…well you're a true friend and…I-I love you."
Bridget raised an eyebrow as she dropped the blankets she held in her hands and walked up to Alistair.
"I didn't quite catch that last part." She said softly.
Alistair chuckled and smiled down at her.
"I love you." He said again, his heart racing.
Bridget smiled warmly up at him and kissed him tenderly.
"I love you too, Alistair." She whispered as she pulled away.
She had turned to go back to the bed, but Alistair caught her hand in his. Bridget looked over her shoulder at him, her lips curved up into a soft smile.
"Yes?" she asked coyly.
Alistair swallowed and felt heat rise to his cheeks.
"Bridget I…I've never felt this way about anyone…I told you I wasn't ready before…but now, I think I am."
Bridget's eyes widened slightly as she turned to face him fully.
"You're sure?" she asked.
Alistair nodded.
"You know I've never done this before…I want it to be with you, tonight only the first of many, I hope." He murmured.
Bridget slipped her hands in his and slowly led him toward the bed. Maker only knows how Alistair's legs didn't buckle beneath him. They climbed atop the soft mattress together and faced each other, both of them sitting on their knees. Alistair took comfort in the inviting glow the candles around the room gave off, casting every thing in the room in a yellow-orange hue. They both moved together slowly and claimed each other's lips. Alistair slowly moved his mouth against Bridget's, releasing his tongue to let it glide across her bottom lip. Bridget smiled and opened her mouth wider for her lover so that their tongues could entwine. Bridget pressed herself closer to Alistair and wrapped her arms around his neck, turning her head and deepening the kiss. He broke the kiss a few minutes later for a breath of air. Bridget stared into Alistair's face and smiled. His eyes had already changed color…they were certainly darker…but they still held traces of fear. Bridget swallowed, hoping she wasn't too bold in kissing him like that right from the beginning and decided to kiss him softly instead. She placed either one of her hands on the sides of Alistair's face and claimed his mouth tenderly. Alistair responded by placing his hands on her waist. He dared not move them anywhere until Bridget allowed him to. Alistair kissed her back, moving his lips over hers slowly. He caught hold of her bottom lip and sucked on it, earning his first moan from Bridget. The kiss broke and Bridget gazed into Alistair's eyes. Alistair felt his neck become hot as he was sure his face was as red as a beet. The look on her face was so intoxicating. Her sapphire eyes were dark, filled with a mixture of love and lust. Her lips were red and plump.
When he felt her hands on his, Alistair was forced to tear his gaze from her face and watch as she moved his hands slowly up her torso until she brought them over her breasts.
Alistair swallowed as he moved his hands over the fabric of her shirt. He felt a jerking sensation in his abdomen and felt himself rise against his breeches. Bridget smiled shyly at him as she lowered his hands again. This time she slipped them under her shirt and gently pushed them upwards again. Alistair released a small guttural moan as his calloused hands roamed over the smoothness of Bridget's skin. She removed her hands from his and went to pull the shirt over her head. Alistair placed shaky hands back to her breasts and felt his neck become hot. The fabric of her small top was not very thick and left nothing to the imagination as he could feel her mounds beneath his hands harden. He looked into her eyes again and as he did so she pulled him into a kiss. Bridget fell back against the cool bed sheets and Alistair caught himself from falling on top of her with one of his hands. He kissed her soundlessly, leaving all forms of propriety behind. Suddenly everything he needed to know seemed to come to him: where to kiss, how to touch…how to please his heart's desire. And that's just what he did. Feeling her chest against his caused them both to release complacent sighs. Bridget ran her fingers through his short, honey-hued locks. Alistair broke the kiss and raised himself slightly. He placed his hands at the hem of his shirt and tugged it up and over his head. As he tossed it to the side, Bridget ran her small hands down his broad and chiseled chest. In the flickering candlelight, Alistair looked like a god before her, his chest rising and falling with his slow, steady breaths. He swept his gaze over her and caressed the side of her face. Bridget turned her head into his hand and kissed his palm. She then trailed those kisses to his wrist. Alistair let his other hand become entangled by her golden tresses as he lowered himself to her and kissed his love again. Bridget slowly lifted herself a bit, enough to reach behind her and unclasp her small top. Once removed, she blushed and looked up at Alistair. He smiled sweetly at her and kissed the wing of her nose, and then her mouth. He blushed as he dropped his gaze to her breasts, and he released a sigh as he watched them rise and fall in timing with Bridget's every breath. Alistair slowly moved his hand down from the side of her face past her neck and stopped at the top of her breast. His hand began to tremble as he lowered it to Bridget's breast…but once she placed hers atop his, he was fine. Bridget sighed against Alistair's lips as the callousness of his hand rubbed up against the very sensitive flesh of her breast. Alistair returned to her lips and claimed Bridget's mouth with his in a slow, romantic kiss. He then removed his lips from her mouth and let them explore the rest of her exposed skin. Lightly he trailed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. He swallowed as he moved on to the valley of her breasts, splaying kisses all around them.
Alistair moved his hands down her flat stomach as he gently took one of her mounds in his mouth. He looked up at her as he tenderly began to suck on the rose bud. Bridget's eyes rolled back as she closed them, running her fingers through Alistair's hair and releasing soft mewls of pleasure. Liking the sounds Bridget made, Alistair continued his ministrations on her left breast. Once finished there, he trailed his kisses down her flat stomach until the waistband of her leggings kept him from going further. Alistair raised himself and smiled. He realized just how beautiful she was in that moment. Her golden hair splayed across the pillows, the light flush across her skin, the way her chest steadily rose and fell with each breath she took, and the way the candlelight gleamed off of her slightly glistening body. He didn't get to admire her long, however before Bridget had caught him by surprise and it was he who was resting against the mattress. She straddled his waist and Alistair's breath hitched as she rubbed up against his growing arousal. Maker…they hadn't even done anything besides kissed and touched! He wasn't sure how much longer he could last, but wanted to drag out this moment with Bridget as long as he could.
Bridget pressed her body against Alistair's when she kissed him. Alistair wrapped his arms around her small waist and held her in his strong embrace as she moved her mouth over his. He ravished in the feel of her breasts being against his chest, the feel of her long hair tickling his sensitive skin, the feel of just her skin against his. Alistair sighed happily as Bridget broke the kiss and placed a sweet kiss on the end of his nose. She trailed her kisses to his neck next and then ran her tongue over the place she had just kissed and sucked on the skin. She felt his erection brush up against her thigh once again and smiled against his skin. She raised her head and smirked at her handiwork as a small reminder of her kiss was already forming against the skin of his neck. Bridget then showered his chest with kisses, nipping and sucking Alistair's soft, untouched skin. She raised herself and danced her fingers across his skin, loving the feel of his coarse chest hair against her soft fingertips. She continued to run her hands down his chiseled chest and traced the darker line of hair that began at the end of his naval and stretched into the waistband of his trousers. Bridget looked at Alistair as she pulled at one string of his trousers, and then another. Soon she had loosened the fabric enough to slide it down his hips. Bridget however, didn't get the chance to do so as Alistair sat up straight then. He placed his hands on her bottom and gently lifted her up onto his lap. Bridget wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him tightly, moaning and whispering his name as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. They stayed in that position for a while, just holding each other and kissing each other, whispering 'I love you' softly into the other's ear, over and over again.
Alistair kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth and letting it duel in a dance for dominance with her own. His boldness coursed through him, reaching his hands and letting them glide over her back, all the way down to her bottom and back up again. He broke the kiss and let his head fall back as Bridget kissed his neck. Alistair blushed as he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings. Bridget pulled back slightly from him and smiled as she lifted her bottom slightly in order for him to pull them down a bit, which he did. Alistair then laid Bridget back against the soft blanket as he slowly pulled off her leggings. Once off, Alistair ran his hands up and down Bridget's shapely legs, causing her already heated skin to burn even more for his touch. Alistair pushed his own trousers down then and kicked them off once at his ankles. He kissed her madly as Bridget wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him as close as she could to her. Alistair could easily feel Bridget's heat now that her legs were around his waist again. Bridget roamed her hands over his back and her head fell back against the pillow as he gently kissed and sucked at her neck. When Bridget slowly rolled her hips towards him, Alistair knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. Bridget loosened her grip around him long enough for Alistair to remove his smalls…as well as hers. Once he did, Alistair swallowed as he swept his gaze over Bridget who was now fully unclothed and laid beneath him. He was a lucky man to have met her, even more lucky to have fallen in love with her. The very fact that she existed proved to Alistair that there was indeed a Maker. She was everything he could ever hope for in a woman. Kind, funny, strong, Alistair couldn't list them all. He felt his face flush as his gaze lowered from her breasts down her stomach and to the soft curls of her womanhood that was waiting for him.
"Maker's breath you're beautiful." Alistair stated in a husky whisper.
The sound of his voice sent a shiver down Bridget's spine. Alistair dipped his head to her and kissed her slowly, finding her tongue and letting his own dance with it. After a moment he broke the kiss and positioned himself over her, propping up on his hands. The raw look of need on Alistair's face was enough to make Bridget melt beneath him. She slowly parted her legs as she felt Alistair drawing himself closer and closer to her heat. He paused just at her entrance and lowered his face to hers. He kissed her again softly before moving his lower half forward. Alistair released a deep, guttural moan as he pushed into her depths. He closed his eyes shut tight. The feeling of actually being inside her, of having her walls clamp around him…it was almost too pleasurable to bear. Bridget very slightly winced and adjusted herself beneath Alistair. His eyes flew open at her gasp. For a moment he thought he had done something wrong but once he saw her smile, Alistair took that as a sign to push further into her depths. He gazed into her eyes the entire time, and their gaze never broke. Soon enough Bridget was raking her nails down his back and moaning his name as Alistair moved and pushed himself further into his love, and back out again. His thrusts were slow and loving. Alistair lowered his head and kissed her tenderly, keeping his movements slow…although he was not sure exactly how long he would be able to keep that up. Once Bridget began to roll her hips towards him to meet with his thrusts…Alistair was sure he would lose himself. Bridget closed her eyes as Alistair continued his slow movements. She smiled against his lips when he kissed her, and she kissed him back, rather passionately. She gasped and moaned as
Alistair became more quick with his thrusts. Bridget ran her hands down his back and pushed down on his lower back, earning a moan from her fellow Warden. She felt the pressure building down low in her belly and knew that she was nearing her release. She continued to push up against him, to get as close to Alistair as she could. She wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, taking him in even more. His thrust to meet her pulled Bridget over the metaphoric edge of ecstasy. She arched her back and let her head fall back as her release tore through her body. Bridget had never felt more complete than at this moment. Alistair trembled above her as his own release escaped him. He buried his face in her neck as he felt all of his built up pressure in his lower abdomen release and travel down his length and into his love. Together they remained in each other's hold, panting madly. Alistair caressed the side of Bridget's face and smiled at her. Bridget grinned back up at him as he rolled to the side and wrapped his arms around her. They both laid their in each other's arms trying to regain their breathing, their skin glistening in the glow of the candlelight. Bridget turned to Alistair and kissed him softly on his lips. After he regained his breath, Alistair blushed and smiled at the woman who had captured his heart. He rested his hand on her hip and slowly moved it up and down across her slick, soft flesh.
"You know, according to the sister's in the monastery, I should've been struck by lightning for that."
Bridget grinned and chuckled.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Alistair laughed and nodded.
"Yep, lightning first and then the end of civilization as we know it. Ooh I'm a bad, bad man aren't I?"
Bridget chuckled and gazed into his eyes. She then climbed atop him and kissed him softly. When she pulled away, Bridget bent to his ear and whispered,
"And that was only our first try."
She then flicked his earlobe with her tongue and bit it playfully. Alistair chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist. He rolled her back over to lay beside him and kissed his love sweetly…
After another round of ahem, "caboodling", they lay in each other's arms in the blissful afterglow of their love making. Alistair stroked Bridget's hair as she rested her head under his chin and against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Alistair chuckled.
"Think we'll be able to keep this from the others?" he asked.
Bridget lifted her head and looked at him, tipping it to the side.
"Why should we? I think everyone already knows that we're together." She replied.
Alistair shrugged.
"Well, I'm sure all of them will have to put their two cents in…"
Bridget laughed and brushed her nose up against his.
"Anybody says anything I don't like, I'll just throw them into a horde of Darkspawn. Problem solved."
Alistair chuckled and kissed her lightly.
"And this is why I love you." He stated as Bridget rested her head against his chest once again.
They were quiet for a few minutes before Alistair broke the silence and asked,
"We'll stay together…no matter what happens, right?"
Bridget lifted her head and looked at him.
"You don't have doubts, do you?" she asked.
Alistair shook his head.
"Of course not I just…"
Bridget placed her finger to his lips and raised an eyebrow.
"Must I show you how much I love you again?"
Alistair chuckled and rubbed his hands down her back and to her bottom.
"Well…you certainly won't hear any complaints from my end."
Bridget chuckled and kissed him deeply, fully prepared to show Alistair just how much she loved him once again.
A/N: Whew that was not easy to write! Ugh this is probably terrible, I don't know. Please drop a review if you liked this and want to see some more "caboodling" scenes in the future or if you didn't like it let me know so I know not to ever attempt writing it again! Thanks for reading! :)
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