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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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Chapter 28
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Tow days later we have rounded Lake Calenhad, heading towards Sulcher Pass. With Wynne's aid Rori has recovered quickly, although she had to endure a lot of scolding along the healing.
All this time I've been waiting. I had doubts and discarded them and now I think I am ready. Maybe. I look at my tent and the preparations I have made, wondering if I have overdone it. Now all I have to do is ask Rori.
She fights with her tent and Barkley who keeps tearing the tent down again everytime Rori has managed to halfway put it up. She scolds him and I swear that dog is laughing his ass off at her dog-style.
"No dog cookies for you tonight!" Rori finally snaps when she's had enough of that furry fool of a warhound. The dog whines in a truly heartbreaking way but Rori only glares him down. "Don't you look at me like that, you know you deserve it!" She points at the collapsed mess of her tent.
"Do you need a hand?" I ask. Not exactly the opening I have intended, especially since I want her in my tent tonight but you really don't just jump someone and ask them to sleep with you - not unless you are Zevran.
"Thanks, Alistair." Rori pulls at one end of the tent, waiting for me to pick up at the other. I do but stand there with the tarpaulin in hand, just staring at her pleadingly. Like she's going to guess what I want!
"Are you alright, Alistair?"
I take a deep breath and let go of her tent. "All right, I guess I really don't know how to ask you this."
"Ask me what?" Rori looks as confused and lost as I feel. "Are you sweating?" She closes the distance between us and examines me closely.
"No! I mean yes..."
"You aren't ill, are you?" She tiptoes to lay her hand to my forehead and test my temperature.
"I mean, I'm a little nervous, sure. Not that this is anything bad or frightening or... well yes."
"Okay, but you're not ill."
"Not that I know off." I sigh and rub my face. "Oh, how do I say this? You'd think it would be easier, but every time I'm around you I feel as if my head is about to explode. I - I can't think straight."
"Oh. Thanks a lot." Rori laughs. "That's some compliment for sure."
"I don't mean it like that," I hurry to explain. "I mean... all right, let me start over."
"Sure, take your time. Do you want to take a sear?"
"No, no thank you. I rather stand." I pace, trying to collect my thoughts which is really pretty hard to do when she has taken off her armour, wearing that tight fitting blouse that so emphasizes her bosom. I don't know if she realizes how hot she looks. "Here's the thing being near you makes me crazy, but I can't imagine being without you," I finally blurt out. "Not ever."
"That's good because I don't plan leaving you alone," Rori smiles. She watches me pace with a hint of amusement in her eyes. At least this is fun for her.
"You don't?"
"Nope. I enjoy your company too much. So in case you want to get rid of me, you have to run me off."
"Well, this won't happen." I have lost my chain of thought again. It takes me a moment of sheepishly grinning at her until I can recover it. "I don't know how to say this another way..." Here it comes. "I want to spend the night with you." She looks stunned. "Here, in the camp." Well, where else? "Maybe this is too fast, I don't know, but... I know what I feel."
"You want to spend the night with me?" She blinks at me. At least she didn't say no right away. "Are you sure? I mean... that's... I thought you'd rather wait?"
"I wanted to wait for the perfect time, the perfect place.... but when will it be perfect? If things were we wouldn't even have met. We sort of... stumbled into each other, and despite this being the least perfect time, I still found myself falling for you in between all the fighting and everything else. I really don't want to wait anymore. I've... I've never done this before. You know that. I want it to be with you... while we have the chance. In case..."
"Don't talk like that," she says forcefully. "There will always be time later."
"Will there?" I wish I had her confidence. "You don't know that. I don't know that. I'd like to be able to say I threw caution to the wind at least once."
"Isn't that my job? Throwing caution to the wind and doing unexpected scandalous things?" Rori laughs when she pounces me. I catch her, embracing her. I take it this is a yes. "Shouldn't you kiss me now?"
"What here? With everybody watch..." She doesn't even give me the chance to end that sentence. Boisterous little vixen.
Once we break the kiss I take her hand and lead her to the shore of the lake. There, a little off shore, is a small island, or maybe it's just a sandbank. The point is, it's a bit more private than in the middle of our camp. So I have set up my tent on that sandbank between the blackthorn and birch trees growing there. They are like a natural wall, surrounding an open spot just big enough for a tent and a campfire. The water is shallow and it's easy to wallow through. I pick Rori up anyway to carry her across.
"Always the gentleman," she laughs when I put her back down ever so gently.
"A gentleman with very wet feet."
"Poor darling." She wraps her arms around my neck, tiptoes and kisses me gently. "Let's get you out of these wet boots then."
"Sounds good to me." I plant a kiss on the back of her hand, then lead her to the small clearing where my tent sits. My knees are so wobbly I'm afraid I'll never get there.
"Oh," Rori gasps when she steps through the gap in the bushes. The campfire is blazing, spreading its warmth and in the branches there are little paper lanterns that Bodhan complained he would never sell to anybody. He was so surprised when I asked him for them that he gave them to me for free. "This... is beautiful," she exclaims..
"You are beautiful," I breathe, turning her around to face me. "And I love you." Suddenly it doesn't seem so hard anymore to tell her how I feel. I run my fingertips down the side of her face and neck, gently tucking a lose strand behind her ear.
"I love you, too," she whispers and her eyes shine brightly when she says these words. She beams at me with a happiness that reflects my own.
Now I am here with her I don't know what to do next. It should be so easy. It should come so naturally but I am so nervous.
"I..." I stammer but Rori effectively silences me with a kiss. I might not know what to do and she doesn't have any more experience. While this makes me hesitate, she just gives it a try to see where it will take her.
She nibbles my lips when we break the kiss for breathing. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, mine tightly around her waist. When she kisses me again instead of tiptoeing she just pulls herself up and wraps her legs around my waist. Still kissing her, deeply, urgently I stumble towards the tent, manage not to trip over anything and we both fall through the opening onto the blankets and furs. Her hands tear at my shirt, pulling it over my head. I struggle to get rid of my wet boots without letting go of Rori - and find it impossible. She giggles and gives me a hand. Pulling the boots and socks off my feet she throws them unceremoniously out of the tent. Propped up on my elbows I lie on my back in front of her, only dressed in my leather pants now. Her eyes are dark and hungry as she roams her gaze over me.
When she reaches for the breech of my pants I catch her hand. "Slowly," I gasp. This is supposed to be a precious moment. I don't want to hurry through this. She leans back and allows me to undress her. First her jackboots with the low wedge heels. I chuckle when I see she wears her rainbow coloured striped archdemon socks. Once her feet are bare I cup them in my hands. They are so small and delicate. I tenderly run my fingers across her instep - and almost get kicked in the face when she squeals and tries to get away from my touch, giggling.
"Don't!" she gasps.
"Ticklish?" I grin mischievously and Rori pales visibly.
"Don't you dare!"
But I do. I catch her by both her ankles before she can escape and let my fingers dance across her feet. She squeaks and squirms. It's impossible to keep a hold of her so I let go and push her back to lie on the blankets, pinning her down with my weight while I poke her in her side and tickle her under her arms until she can hardly breathe anymore from all the giggling.
"You... are... so... mean!" she gasps once I release her. She's so beautiful lying there with her face all flushed and her eyes shining with tears of laughter.
"Mhmmm." Slowly I pull at the laces of her blouse, opening them one by one, revealing more and more of her delicately pale skin. The cloth is so tight over her busty bosom that her breasts almost bounce out of their constriction once freed. The rosy tips of her nipples immediately harden in the chill of the night breeze. I push back the urge to touch her but move on unlacing her blouse and then slipping her out of it. Running my hands up her bare arms and down her sides, I carefully undo the breech of her leather pants that hug her hips. I tug the pants down and cast them aside. My heart is beating like a battle drum when I hook my fingers at the sides of her panties and slowly pull them down. I don't even dare to look now, closing my eyes.
I can feel the smoothness of her skin against my fingers all the way down her legs. I can hear the thundering of my heart ringing in my hears. When I open my eyes again she lies in front of me naked with a blush on her cheeks and her huge blue eyes staring at me timidly. I drink in the sight of her but it seems to make her nervous because she crosses her legs and tries to cover her breasts with her arms.
"Maker's Breath, you are beautiful," I whisper and she relaxes. Was she really afraid I couldn't like what I see? I tend to forget she is as inexperienced as I am because she often is so bold and straightforward.
Her skin isn't flawless. The battles against the darkspawn have left scars on her body that even magic couldn't extinguish. I don't care. To me it makes her even more beautiful.
I lean down to kiss her, nipping her lips. I trail kisses across her jawline and gently nibble her earlobe, eliciting her the cutest mewing noises.
"Keep still," I tell her when she tries to capture my lips again. I want to get to know her, every inch of her beautiful body. She growls but obeys and simply rests her hands on my shoulders while I nip the side of her neck, kiss her collarbones and flick my tongue at the hollow of her throat. I move my mouth down her cleavage to her soft mounds. One hand cupping her left breast, my thumb strokes her hardened rosy pebble while I tenderly suck at her right breast. The moment my tongue flicks against her nipple, she moans so beautifully it sends a shiver down my spine and lights a fire within my loins. Her fingers dig into my shoulders and she squirms under my ongoing assault.
Can't be so wrong then if that's how she reacts.
I switch to her left breast, causing her to growl in disapproval until I start the caress once more, sucking and nibbling at her nipple. She gasps, and her fingers entangle with my hair. Her other hand runs down my back, her nails scratching my skin.
My hand roams the flat of her belly until it reaches that little patch of soft red hair between her legs. My fingers stroke her curls tenderly, but I hesitate to move on, not sure if I can dare.
"Alistair, please!" Rori bucks her hips, snarling in frustration.
Seems I can dare.
And I should. For my own sake.
I slip my fingers between her legs. It's moist there and hot. I don't want to hurt her. I have never touched a woman there before and I didn't even know what they really looked like down there. Well, I did but not really in detail. I slide my fingers across the soft slick folds, feeling my way around. I do hope she doesn't mind my inexperienced fumbling that should introduce me to her anatomy.
She doesn't mind. Not at all. Especially not when my fingers find that little spot that feels like a tiny hard pebble. Rori groans and bucks her hips when I rub it for a try. Listening to her and paying attention to the reactions of her body, I figure sucking her nipples and rubbing that tiny pebble between her legs gets her real excited. And my excitement grows with hers. A hot liquid pools between her legs, coming from that small slit I carefully stretch with the tip of my index finger.
Rori whimpers and squirms, when I drive my finger deeper inside of her. It's almost too much to bear and for a moment I'm afraid I'll come simply by the feeling of that moist velvet tightness around my finger.
Rori has given up on even trying to keep still. She bites down on my shoulder when I begin to move my finger inside of her, my thumb still assaulting the tiny pebble, my mouth caressing her breasts. Her breathing is ragged, broken by those little mewing noises she makes. I feel her muscles tensing, her whole body stiffens, she arches her back to press herself into my touch - and then she cries out my name and a shiver runs through her before she collapses back to the blankets.
She gasps and whimpers, her face is flushed and she lies there with her eyes closed, trembling lightly.
"Are... are you okay?" I ask shyly, not sure exactly of what has just happened. Whatever I did, it had to be good because she lunges herself at me, pulls me down to kiss her and at the same time she tears at the breech of my pants. She rubs my hardness through the material of my pants, making me groan.
I so want her, want to be inside her, it's almost unbearable.
Rori curses when the breech won't open and she sits up, pushing me to lie on my back. She impatiently pulls and tears at my pants with shaking hands until I take pity of her and help her undo the laces and get rid of my pants and underwear to free my erection.
The moment my length becomes visible to her, Rori freezes and stares. She looks... shocked?
"What? What is wrong?" I ask, alarmed now.
"Nothing...," she says a bit too quickly. I don't believe her. Something is absolutely not okay. One moment she was all over me, now she's looking almost frightened, timid for sure. "It's... everything is fine. I... I just didn't think it would be so very... huge!"
What?
We both stare down at my erection.
Awkward.
"Do you think it's not as it should be? Is there something wrong with it?" I sound as panicked as I feel.
"How should I know?" Rori whines.
Yeah, how should she. As far as I know from listening to guy talk, when it comes to their most private parts, big is good. I've had to endure countless tiny-manhood-jokes told by Ser James, the most lecherous templar I have ever met, but honestly I never have wasted much thought on my... size. Now I look at myself and wonder if there's something odd about me. I feel panic rising inside me. "Oh, blast it!"
"No, no, Alistair, it's perfect," Rori tries to calm me down. At least that shocked expression has disappeared from her face. "You are perfect. I didn't mean to... I was just wondering how it should fit..."
This is not bound to soothe me. Quite the contrary. I wince when she reaches out for me. "Maybe we should forget about this. I don't want to hurt you," I gasp, mortified by the mere thought.
"You won't," Rori says firmly. She wears that determined defiant expression of hers. I'm not convinced.
"But..."
"Really, you won't. Everything is fine."
"But..."
Rori has a way shutting me up by kissing me. It certainly is very effective. She doesn't give me a chance to worry any longer about my size and her tightness. She just grabs me by my shoulders and kisses me fiercely.
I try to resist.
I really do.
For a second.
Maybe two.
Then I'm lost.
My hands roam her body and hers roam mine. The sound of our moans of pleasure add to the music of the night, the chirping of the crickets and the crackling of the fire. The water of the lake splashes softly at the shore and somewhere a lawny owl coos. I feel the heat of Rori's body against mine, feel the smoothness of her satin skin and the softness of her bosom and buttocks. When her hand circles around my hard shaft, I groan loudly. Rori immediatelly pulls back.
"Did I hurt...?"
"No," I growl and take her hand to make her touch me again. She does as pleaded and gently strokes her hand up and down my length, squeezing it testingly. It's almost more than I can endure. I can feel the tension rise inside me that comes before the ultimate relief and I have to stop her before I reach that point.
Gently urging her legs apart, I position myself between them and press my glans at her entrance. She lifts her hips to meet me and I slowly slide into her. First it goes smoothly until I meet a resistance I have to push through. She whimpers when I put more pressure on her and I freeze. That wasn't one of her whimpers of pleasure. It was one of pain.
"Rori?"
"I'm fine. Don't stop," she whispers, her arms wrapped around my neck she clings to me, trembling lightly. I push gently and she whimpers again. Finally it dawns on me that I am about to rip through her maidenhead. I didn't realize it would hurt her.
"Rori... we don't have to..."
"Alistair, please!" She bucks against me, wrapping her legs around my waist to push me forward. "Now," she whispers, then kisses me urgently. I thrust into her and she cries into my mouth. It feels awful to hurt her - and at the same time the sensation of her tightness around me is mindnumbing. I groan, resting there inside her to let the pain ebb and to still myself. I'm not going to last long that way. It's already unbearable.
Her squirming urges me to move and I do. But three thrusts later I cannot hold back anymore. It's absolutely impossible and my release causes me to cry out in frustration and shame.
I can't believe I messed this up for her.
I am such a loser.
I feel like crying when I collapse on top of her - but really, that wouldn't make the impression she has to have of me any better.
I close my eyes, my face burns with shame. "Sorry," I mumble, burying my face at her neck. She doesn't say a word and I recoil inwardly, trying to pull out of her.
Rori won't let me, though.
She wraps her legs so tightly around my waist I cannot get away. Doesn't she know my poor performance is over? Now she even lifts my head to make me look at her. It cannot get worse, can it?
"Rori, I can't..." I protest, then, stunned by the warmth and love in her eyes, I fall silent.
"I love you," she whispers, then nips my lower lip before kissing me for real. Her hands stroke down my back first soothingly, then with a more and more passionate touch. I cannot lift my weight off her when she won't let go of me, so I roll us both around, putting her on top of me.
She sits up and we both gasp in unison when this drives me even deeper inside her. I lie on my back, enjoying the view of her busty bosom hovering above me. I have to admit this new position has definitely some positive aspects. Even more when my body reacts to the sensations Rori elicits inside of me. Her eyes grow wide and round when she feels it, too, and my hardness stretches her tight inner walls once more.
"Oh," Rori gasps when she sways her hips testingly. She begins to move, searching for a rhythm. It's excruciatingly slow first, picking up speed when her excitement grows tighter and the tension rises inside of her. Her head tilted back, her back arched, she rides me, moaning softly with every motion.
Maker have mercy, and let me last longer this time!
First I do not dare to move as not to spoil this again for her. But it proves absolutely impossible to stay still and soon I join in, and adjusting to her rhythm, I meet her with my thrusts, reaching up I cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. She whimpers softly, then a loud moan escapes her.
I am intrigued by the look on her face, her lips slightly parted and her eyes closed with her eyelids fluttering softly, she looks completely lost in her pleasure like the world around her has stopped exisiting and it's only her and me making love in my tent.
She's so slick and wet, and still so excruciatingly tight and hot. What feels like a blaze in my loins slowly begins to spread through my entire body into a mindnumbing sizzle that soon becomes so tense I can hardly endure it anymore. It's the sweetest torture.
I sense the tension in Rori rising with mine. Her breathing has become ragged, her moans come out in little gasps and whimpers, and her rhythm has grown urgent, the thrusting of her hips more forceful.
"Alistair," she breathes, her eyes fluttering open and her gaze meets mine. Her hands resting flat on my chest, she urges me to meet her and growls in frustration when it's not yet enough. I grab her by her hips and turn us both around once more without breaking the contact. Being on top of her again, I lift her legs to my shoulders, making her raise her hips for me. Then I thrust into her, harder and faster with every move. Passion and her cries of pleasure spur me on.
Someone grunts and growls her name and it takes me a while to realize that's me. My mind isn't working anymore. I am reduced to the one need of pounding her and give us both the release we seek.
It comes first for Rori, her body stiffening, all muscles tense. Then with a cry of relief, I feel her tighten around me, a spasm running through her and clenching me inside of her. It's too much to bear and she pulls me over the edge with her.
I roar her name and collapse.
Entangled with each other we lie on the soft blankets and furs. Sweat drying on our naked bodies in the chill of the night breeze and the warmth radiating from the campfire. I brush a damp curl from Rori's forhead and kiss her brow. She snuggles closer when I pull a blanket around us.
I am so utterly spent, so incredibly happy, tingling with satisfaction and more relieved than words can ever say that I didn't mess up again.
"Hmmm, you know according to all the sisters in the monastery, I should have been struck by lightning by now," I chuckle, kissing her knuckles one by one.
"It could still happen." We both look up to the clear night sky above, littered with the sparkling dots of far away stars.
"Sure, but if you get hit by the lightning afterwards it hardly seems like an effective deterrent."
"Not at all." We listen to the circkets and the lawny owl and wait. "Maybe nobody has noticed? We could try again and see what happens?" Rori suggest.
"You are insatiable, you know that?"
"That's really nothing you should complain about."
"I'm not!" I laugh and kiss her softly. "I know who have noticed for sure. No way they could have not heard us. You do realize the rest of our little party here is going to talk, right? They do that."
Rori snorts. "First smart comment and I feed them to the darkspawn."
"See, that's why I love you!" I chuckle. "So what now, where do we go from here?" I'm not sure if I'm talking about our relationship. I haven't really made up my mind about where this is going to lead. Not when it's so likely there won't be a future for us with the Blight and everything looming over us.
"Just right now at that very moment I have no intention to go anywhere." Rori yawns and snuggles even closer. It's so cozy beneath that blanket with her. I feel like dozing off and certainly not like going anywhere as well. "Just maybe go find something to eat," she adds. The Grey Warden appetite. Or maybe everybody feels hungry after having made love. Without another word, I turn and pull a basket from the back of the tent. Rori's eyes widen and she eagerly begins to rummage through it. "And tomorrow... well, we still have a darkspawn horde to defeat."
"You're so practical. You make me proud." I laugh.
"And we'll defeat them together. We stay together no matter what happens," Rori says matter of factly.
"Right, I can handle that. I hope."
"I hope so, too."
"You realize one of us could die, though. We both could die." I don't want to destroy this moment but I'm afraid the way she denies this posibility she could be overwhelmed if anything happened to me. If you deal with this before then you can cope easier, can't you?
"I won't die." She says it so stubbornly that I almost feel sorry for whoever is going to try prove her wrong. "Neither will you." Who am I to protest? Maybe she needs to believe that after all. At least she doesn't seem worried at all the way she examines the food in the basket. "Cherries! Where did you get those?"
"Climbed over a fence and stole them," I admit, feeling a bit guilty.
"And isn't that Sten's cookies? I'm bad influence, it seems." Rori laughs. The next fifteen minutes we spend in companionable silence, eating cherries and trying to spit the cherry stones through the opening of the tent into the campfire. We both miss most of the time.
"Good thing we don't have to fight the darkspawn with cherry stones," Rori giggles when we settle back down in my tent, her safely in my arms.
"Have I told you that I love you?" I whisper sleepily in her ear. "I did? Well, it won't hurt you to hear it again, will it?"
"Not at all. You are free to repeat it whenever you want," she grins. "And I love you, too."
"See, was that so hard?"
"Never said it was," she mumbles, already half asleep.
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