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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 38
Harrowmont
To Bridget it seemed like the walk through the Commons and the Diamond Quarter took entirely too long. At long last though they finally arrived and once inside, Zevran had returned with the rest of their party. As soon as Leliana set her eyes on Bridget, she stood quickly and hurried over to her.
"You've been poisoned!" she exclaimed.
Bridget nodded woozily and blinked her eyes. Suddenly she was seeing doubles of everything in the room, and all of the colors had become increasingly enhanced, making it difficult to look at them. Alistair caught her in his arms as she stumbled slightly. He looked up at Leliana worriedly.
"We have to do something!" he exclaimed.
Leliana nodded. She turned as Wynne approached them, followed by the elderly dwarf from the Commons who Alistair assumed was Harrowmont.
"I have spare rooms for all of you. Follow me and I will lead you to one of them."
Alistair helped Bridget walk down the hallway and noticed that she was grunting in pain with each step.
"I…my legs feel so stiff…"
Alistair lifted her in the air when she said that and carried her the rest of the way to the room. Harrowmont led them into a fairly large room with a four poster bed in it's center. Alistair placed Bridget on the cool bedclothes and stepped to the side as Leliana and Wynne began to unwrap her bandages. Leliana surprised them all when she sighed in relief.
"This is just a simple temporary paralysis poison…no lasting effects will occur. With Wynne's healing, we should be able to get it all out of her system."
Alistair let out his breath he didn't realize he was holding and slumped into a nearby chair.
"Thank the Maker."
Harrowmont placed his hands behind his back.
"I am glad to hear that she will be alright, and I am sorry that this occurred. This sort of trick is not allowed in the Proving…I will inform the Proving Master of this straight away. From now on, all weapons will be thoroughly examined before each fight." He stated.
Wynne whispered an incantation under her breath and her hands erupted in the soft blue glow of her healing magic. She hovered her hands over Bridget's body, streaming her magic through her entire form. Harrowmont walked towards the door.
"As soon as she is ready, I have a feast prepared for us all. We may then discuss our future plans. Let the Warden know however that her rest and well being are the top priority."
Alistair smiled. He rather liked this Harrowmont fellow. Harrowmont exited the room, as did Leliana. Wynne continued to stream her magic through Bridget's form until a small smile crept across her face. She extinguished her hands and stood.
"She'll be alright now, she's fell asleep throughout all this…the poor dear. Bridget must have pushed herself to her limit; I think that is why this very simple poison had such a strong effect on her."
Wynne walked past Alistair and patted him on his shoulder.
"Why don't you use that wash basin over there to get cleaned up, you're covered in dirt and blood." She said as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Alistair decided that was a probably good idea…but he didn't want to leave Bridget's side. He removed his armor at least and set it up against the far wall. He turned and realized Bridget was still in her filthy armor as well and carefully removed hers so she could rest more comfortably in her tunic and leggings. After about half an hour of waiting, Alistair decided that he may as well go ahead and wash up. He blushed furiously at his selfish wish that Bridget would wake up and join him in his bath. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately though, she did not. It wasn't until Alistair sat in a clean pair of clothes that she did finally wake. He pulled his chair closer to the bed as she drew her brows together and groaned. Alistair released a sigh of relief.
"Oh I'm so glad you're awake. How do you feel?" he asked softly as he rubbed tiny circles into the palm of her hand.
Bridget closed her eyes shut tight and slowly turned her head to him. With her eyes still closed, she replied,
"Like a pile of dragon dung."
Alistair chuckled as he poured her a glass of water from the pitcher on the night stand. Bridget opened her eyes and sat up slowly, taking the goblet Alistair offered her and sipped at the cool water before finally drinking it all. After a moment of resting her head back against the headboard, Bridget asked,
"So, did Harrowmont meet with you?"
Alistair shook his head.
"No, not yet. He wanted to wait for you and made it clear to us that you shouldn't meet with him until you are absolutely certain you feel up to it. He's prepared a feast for us though, so I assume we'll discuss what will come next during dinner."
Bridget's stomach growled loudly and she laughed. Alistair smiled warmly as he saw that familiar spark of hers come back to her eyes.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starving! I think I feel okay enough to go, and I think I'll feel a lot better once I eat something. Ugh I could really go for a massage…"
Alistair looked at her and felt heat climb up the back of his neck. He raised his eyebrow and lifted her hand, gently placing a kiss to her hand and whispered,
"Well…Zevran has taught me some of his massage techniques…"
Bridget looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds rather interesting." She replied, suppressing a giggle.
Alistair grinned sheepishly at her.
"Perhaps after we eat and confer with Harrowmont I can give you one?"
Bridget leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth.
"I think that's an excellent idea." She whispered in his ear.
Her breath sent a welcome tremble down his spine and Alistair found himself hoping that dinner and talking to Harrowmont would not take up too much time. He gave her some privacy as she took her bath and roamed the halls of the estate. Zevran was lazily leaning against the wall that lead into the foyer, absentmindedly scratching Zeus's ears. Upon noticing Alistair, Zevran nodded towards him and asked,
"How is she?"
Alistair sighed happily and tucked his hands in his pockets.
"She's fine, thank the Maker."
Zevran breathed a sigh of relief. Alistair blushed and walked closer to him, looking around and dropping his voice so that no one else would hear him.
"Actually I um…I was wondering if I could borrow those bottles of oil you mentioned, you know, for the massage."
Zevran grinned sneakily at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh finally decided to take my advice about spicing up your love life eh? Good for you, I'm sure Bridget is going to love not being the one doing all the work for once."
Alistair turned a deeper shade of red.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked.
Zevran cackled and crossed his arms.
"At camp there is a fire, yes? And fire makes shadows…my point being that with that knowledge and our paper thin tents you see…anyone sitting around the camp fire and looking in your tent's direction can tell that Bridget rides you like a bucking bull."
If Alistair's jaw could've unhooked itself from his face, he was sure it would have landed somewhere in the Deep Roads. He knew his blush must've increased tenfold over that last comment. Zevran chuckled once more before placing a hand on Alistair's shoulder and shaking his head.
"Ah Alistair, you never fail to amuse me. Don't worry, when you and Bridget return to your room after this feast, you will find all you need on the nightstand."
Alistair somehow managed to mumble a thank you before walking off to join the others. Leliana stepped around the corner and shook her head disapprovingly at Zevran.
"Why must you tease him so? Can't you see how red his face is?"
Zevran shrugged.
"What can I say, it's my favorite way to annoy him and it's just hilarious to watch his facial expressions!" he exclaimed.
Soon enough the preparations were completed and everyone sat at the long dining table in Harrowmont's large dining room. Harrowmont sat at one end of the long table and his wife, Armerya sat at the other end. The rest of the table was filled with Bridget and her companions. As the butler dipped everyone some meat and potatoes, Harrowmont looked at Bridget and bowed his head.
"I am pleased to hear that you are well, Bridget. I had a feeling you would make it through, however. The Ancestors have smiled kindly on you."
Bridget smiled and shook her head as she tore her bread in half and dipped it into her gravy.
"No Lord Harrowmont, they smile upon you."
Harrowmont cut into his meat and smiled warmly at her.
"They certainly did when they chose to send you to me…however, I am still behind in favor in the Assembly. I do not understand why no one believes me…"
Alistair looked up from his food and asked,
"Why did Bhelen's father choose you to succeed him instead of his own son?"
Harrowmont looked up at him as he took a sip from his goblet.
"Endrin always knew Bhelen was a bad rock, if you will. Ever since that boy was young he's been ruthless in everything he does, and doesn't stop until others bend to his way. He has blackmailed others, forced to find some way for certain citizens to be stripped of their caste…he even murdered his own brother for the throne."
Bridget raised her eyebrows.
"He killed his own brother?" he asked in disbelief.
Harrowmont nodded grimly.
"Yes, it was during a Proving match…that was before the Assembly changed the rules. Bhelen's brother would have made an excellent king; he was like a younger version of Endrin himself! Bhelen feared that when Endrin died, he would leave the throne to his younger brother…that is why he challenged him to a Proving match."
Bridget took a sip of her water and swallowed down the cool liquid. She determined that from everything that Harrowmont was telling her that she had chosen the right man. Harrowmont looked down into his plate of food and sighed.
"In Endrin's last breath he made me promise not to let Orzammar fall into Bhelen's hands…he said then that we would all be doomed."
Zevran leaned back and patted his stomach.
"If you'll excuse me," he began as he stood, "but I find myself incredibly worn after the day's events. I will retire to my room now."
He discreetly winked at Alistair to let him know that he would place the vials in his room…and merrily pranced off to do that, and add a few other things as well…
Bridget listened carefully to Harrowmont as he explained what he needed to happen to gain a stronger favor in the Assembly. He talked of a woman named Jarvia and of the Carta she was heading in Dust Town. If she was taken out, Harrowmont stated that he would have a greater voice in the Assembly and would be that much closer to being named king. Bridget really didn't want to have to take out an entire Carta, and found it odd that Harrowmont would not send any of his own men to do it…but agreed to help him anyway. Dinner soon diminished and everyone retired to their rooms. Bridget slipped her hand in Alistair's and walked with him down the hall.
"You still up for that massage?" he asked softly.
Bridget grinned.
"Did you even have to ask?" she replied as they stepped into their room.
Both Bridget and Alistair stopped abruptly as they stared at the surrounding area. Alistair felt heat rise to his face. Sure enough the special oils that Zevran had said were a "must" were sitting on the nightstand…but the elf had apparently decided that it was a good idea to scatter rose petals about the room as well. Bridget raised her eyebrows.
"Well…this certainly has Zevran written all over it." She laughed.
Alistair rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Bridget walked over to inspect the various vials of oil that rested on the nightstand and began to unbutton her shirt as she did so.
"Ooh some of these oils smell amazing!" she exclaimed as she removed her shirt and small top before climbing into the bed with new sheets, Alistair noticed. She laid down on her stomach and rested her head against the pillow.
"Ready when you are!" she said eagerly.
Alistair chuckled at her enthusiasm and joined her on the bed. He plucked the reddish tinted vial and poured some of the warm liquid into his hands, just as Zevran had explained. The sweet smell of coconut filled the air. Bridget took a deep breath of it and sighed happily. She loved that scent. Alistair rubbed his hands together and was about to begin to massage her soft skin before he realized he wasn't in a very good position to reach all of her pressure points, as he sat on his knees by her side. Alistair blushed and moved over her, straddling her back side. Bridget opened an eye and he saw a sly grin spread across her face.
"Zevran teach you that too?" she asked.
Alistair chuckled.
"Nope, this one was all me." He stated.
Bridget giggled and sighed complacently as Alistair lowered his hands to her back. She closed her eyes as she relaxed against the feel of his hands rubbing up and down her back slowly, gently rubbing away all the knots and kinks he felt in her muscles. Alistair concentrated on rubbing out all of the knots he felt…but soon after he began, he placed soft kisses against her back. Bridget seemed to like that as he heard her sigh again, so Alistair continued to shower her back in his kisses, sometimes even ever so gently letting his teeth graze her skin. Obviously the massage didn't last very long as Bridget turned over and wrapped her arms around Alistair's neck. He kissed her deeply and savored the moment, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. Alistair had been so frightened earlier that he would lose her because of the poison…and realized just then how easily they could be killed. As they continued to kiss he vowed to himself that he wouldn't let anything happen to Bridget, even if it meant sacrificing himself. They were going to make it through this Blight together, he just knew it. As he rid her of her leggings and Bridget made quick work of his breeches, their kisses deepened and their tongues tangled together. When she laid beneath him, golden hair sprawled out around the pillow, staring up at him with heavy lidded, lust filled eyes, Alistair realized that this never really occurred all that much. Zevran was right…he usually let Bridget be the one to please him…the thought never occurred to him that he may not be pleasing her when their positions were switched. Alistair's thought diminished though as Bridget raised her hips to meet his, eager and ready for him to take her. And he did, as slowly as possible. Alistair wanted to make the moment last as long as he could, and he relished the feel of her breasts against his chest, the feel of their bodies moving as one. He peaked before long and spilled his seed into his love with one particularly deep thrust, causing her own muscles to contract around him. Alistair collapsed on top of Bridget, nearly spent as he slowly tried to regain his breathing. He rolled to the side and held her in his arms, stroking her long hair. After a quiet moment, Alistair asked,
"I-I'm curious about something."
Bridget lifted her head and looked at him.
"And what would that be, my love?" she asked, her voice still a little husky.
Alistair felt his face flush as he responded with,
"Do you get any pleasure when you um…when you're…?"
Bridget quirked her brow and said,
"When I'm on top?"
Alistair chuckled.
"To put it bluntly, yes." He replied.
Bridget kissed him lightly and traced some the scars on his chest with the tips of her fingers.
"Of course I do, why wouldn't I?"
Alistair shrugged, rather embarrassed.
"Well…your face…you in general seemed to be more pleased when you are beneath me…"
Bridget giggled.
"Well darling, if you kept your eyes open whenever I'm atop you, you would realize that I am enjoying it just as much as you are."
She smiled at his rosy cheeks.
"I…I close my eyes?"
Bridget nodded.
"Yes, and throw your head back and moan my name, all that jazz. Honestly I didn't realize I brought you so much pleasure."
Alistair laughed.
"Oh please Bridget, you know I can barely contain myself around you. I can hardly wait till the nighttime when we're out there traveling!"
Bridget looked up from the spot on his neck she had been kissing and grinned.
"Kind of like now?" she asked as she had felt his arousal return a few moments ago.
Alistair nodded, his eyes becoming dark.
"Yes, just like now." He said in a husky whisper.
Bridget moved over him and straddled his waist.
"Why not keep your eyes open this time, my love…?"
Alistair chuckled.
"Well I'll certainly try, though I don't know how long I'll be able to keep them open…"
It turned out Alistair was able to keep his eyes open long enough to tell that Bridget was rather pleased in her position, and that was enough for him.
A/N: So I tried to make this chapter somewhat humorous. I figured to go this way with the love scene to show how much Bridget and Alistair have grown in their relationship, and that he is bolder now and no where near as shy, but still blushes occasionally, after all he wouldn't be Alistair without blushing, right? Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. Jarvia's Carta is up next and I'll try and have that chapter up as soon as possible.
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