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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 44
The Promise
Bridget looked around at her surroundings and found that she did not like this place. No, she didn't like this place at all. Here the ground was barren, almost all ash…of the few trees that were around, they all looked as if they had been recently burned. Bridget continued to walk through the strange and unknown area. She was looking for something or maybe someone but she couldn't figure out what it was. A noise caused her to turn and she relaxed when she saw Alistair in the distance. She called out to him but he did not look her way. Instead he stood from his kneeling position and began to walk in the opposite direction. Bridget furrowed her brow and decided to follow him. At first she was able to keep up with him just by walking, but then she found herself jogging slightly before eventually breaking out into a full run, and yet Alistair was still quite a ways ahead of her. It was as if she were on some type of machinery that caused her to run in place, and Alistair was being dangled in front of her but just out of her reach. She reached out for him again and this time she caught hold of his hand just for a brief second, only for him to disappear in a puff of smoke. Before she could react, the scene fell away and she now found herself staring at well…herself slumped to the floor in an unrecognizable room and sobbing hysterically. The other forms in the room were blurry to her, but she could tell from certain characteristics that they were her friends. Leliana was sitting beside her, trying to sooth her while the others looked like they were trying to make sense of the situation. Everyone was there; she counted, except for one…
Where was Alistair?
Bridget's eyes widened. He had disappeared before her…and here she was in complete hysterics so putting two and two together he must've been…
No!
Bridget's eyes flew open as she sat up bolt right. Her heart was slamming itself against her chest, so much so that she could hear the pounding in her ears. Her sudden movement had woken Alistair up next to her and he sat quickly, placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Love? Sweetheart are you okay?" he asked worriedly.
Alistair looked at her. All of the color was drained from her skin and she was soaked in a cold sweat. He moved to face her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. She was trembling. Bridget calmed herself down just a bit before replying,
"Bad dream."
Alistair closed his eyes and rubbed his hands down her back.
"Was it Howe again?" he asked.
Bridget shook her head.
"No it was…about you, actually."
Alistair pulled away from her slightly to look at her.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Bridget explained the nightmare to him all the while trying not to get herself worked up again. She knew that they could die any day, no one was ever promised a tomorrow, doubly so if you happen to be a Grey Warden during a Blight…but the thought of losing Alistair was just too much to bear. Alistair noticed that Bridget looked uncomfortable again and caressed the side of her face.
"Here, come with me, I want to show you something."
Bridget nodded slowly and they both quietly exited the tent. The rest of the party still had not stirred yet, in fact it was so early the sun was not yet even out. Alistair grabbed his sword and shield just in case they were attacked while traveling through the woods and then slipped his hand in Bridget's and led her away from the camp. Snow dusted the cold ground and Bridget pulled her cloak around herself tighter, hoping that wherever Alistair was taking her was not too much further. Suddenly, she felt a change in the temperature. Instead of it being near freezing, the air still had a bit of a chill to it, but Bridget could tell that it was a lot warmer as well. She looked up into the trees to see the first rays of sunlight spilling in through the clouds and noticed that the icicles that were hanging off of the trees captured the sunlight beautifully and were like little daggers of diamonds. Bridget furrowed her brow.
"Do I hear a waterfall?" she asked.
Alistair looked over his shoulder at her.
"Well…I guess you could call it that. It's a bit of a small one though." He replied.
Before Bridget could ask what he meant, they rounded a corner and her question was lost in her throat. Bridget pushed her hood off of her head as she stepped forward. Alistair had taken her to a beautiful hot spring. A short cliff stood proudly towards the west and that was where the short waterfall was. It billowed out water and crashed delicately onto the large rocks beneath it. So far Bridget had thought that the Frostback Mountains were a dull and depressing place but seeing this, she corrected her previous thought. She smiled as Alistair came up behind her and placed his hands at her hips.
"What do you think?" he asked.
Bridget let her head rest back against his chest.
"It's breathtaking…" she replied softly.
Alistair dropped his hands and moved to stand in front of her. He smiled sweetly as he lifted his hand to caress the side of her face.
"Not nearly as breathtaking as you." He whispered.
Bridget smiled up at him and closed her eyes as he leaned in for a kiss. She moved her mouth against his slowly, savoring the moment, and sighed when he pulled away.
"I'm sorry you had such a bad dream…I hope this can make up for it." Alistair stated.
Bridget looked up at him.
"I just don't like the thought of either one of us…" she trailed off because she didn't want to finish the sentence.
Alistair grinned.
"You're as tough as nails, Bridget, it's going to take a lot to do you in, I'm sure. Me…well I think I'll fair alright as long as I have you beside me."
Bridget sighed as she ran her hands from his shoulders and down his chest.
"I just don't want to lose you…"
Alistair smiled and bumped his nose up against hers.
"You won't. I said before that nothing would keep me from you. I include the Blight in that as ridiculous as that sounds, but that's because I've just got this feeling that we'll both be alright."
Bridget swallowed and licked her lips. She knew she was probably going to regret asking her next question, it was utterly selfish of her to do so because it wasn't in Alistair's power to say he could but…
"You promise?" she asked softly.
Alistair lifted her chin with the tips of his fingers.
"On all that is good, I swear it." He replied before dipping his face to hers and claiming her mouth.
Bridget kissed him back, opening her mouth as his tongue teased her lips and allowing him full access. She had moved her legs back a bit, as Alistair had been moving forward and soon found her back against a tree. Some of the snow from the top had fallen once she had been pushed against it and landed on both of their heads. Alistair broke the kiss and shook the cold mess out while Bridget giggled and removed it from her own head. Despite what the others probably thought, they had in fact not made love the night before. They were going to until Alistair accidentally gripped Bridget's side and because she was so badly bruised there, he didn't want to hurt her any more than he already had. She tried to explain that she was fine but he was stubborn and refused. Bridget was feeling a lot better this morning though, despite the dream and all so she pulled him back to her and snaked her arms around his neck.
"Make love to me, Alistair." She huffed against his ear before flicking it with her tongue and adding a sweet kiss to the bottom of it.
He groaned softly and pulled back to look at her.
"You're sure you're up to it?" he asked.
Bridget looked at him.
"I was up to it last night but your stubborn self refused!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with a playful gleam.
He chuckled.
"Alright then, one steamy hot spring romp coming up!"
Bridget giggled as he kissed the corner of her mouth and along her jaw line and chin. He dropped his kisses lower, having to untie her cloak at her neck so he could get to her skin. Alistair lifted Bridget up with ease and lifted her higher against the tree. Bridget pushed up against him slightly, without meaning to, causing Alistair to step back a bit…and when he did they both went crashing down into the pile of snow. Bridget sat atop him and chuckled.
"Are you alright!" she asked.
Alistair smiled up at her.
"Yes…the snow broke my fall. I'd never thought I'd be so happy for snow in my life but, yay snow!" he exclaimed.
Bridget laughed and lowered herself to his warm body. She kissed him deeply whilst running her hands down his shoulders and arms and across his chest. Alistair carefully ran his hands down her sides, making sure he wouldn't hit her bruise this time around. It wasn't long before he began to slip his hands under her shirt to gently touch her skin. Bridget broke the kiss and trailed her lips down to his neck while brushing her hands across his lower abdomen. She wasn't surprised when she found herself resting up against the snow with Alistair hovering over her in the next second, pinning her arms above her head so that she couldn't tease him with her quick fingers. Bridget moaned softly as Alistair nuzzled her neck and then sighed happily when he began to suck at her skin. He removed one of his hands from her wrist as he brought it to her chest to untie the laces there and expose her breasts. Bridget closed her eyes as his surprisingly warm hand clamped down on her left breast while his kisses were beginning to make their way there. She slightly arched her back at the callousness of his hand against her soft flesh.
"Alistair…?" she whispered a little breathless.
"Hmm?" he mumbled in return as he nuzzled his face into her chest.
He was distracting her from her question! Bridget nearly forgot it as his lips made their way across her breast and his tongue teased her mound. Before she was completely lost in the moment she managed to get out,
"Why are we rolling around in the cold snow when there's a perfectly warm hot spring sitting right over there?"
That got him to lift his head and smile crookedly.
"That is an excellent question." He stated.
Alistair stood and helped Bridget stand as well and together they walked towards the hot spring. He turned to her once they stood at it's edge and pulled her tunic above her head. Alistair felt the familiar blush creep up his neck and fill his face as he swept his eyes over the top half of her body. He figured no matter how many times they did this, he'd still always blush over the fact that she was just so beautiful. Alistair noticed that Bridget was beginning to acquire her own battle scars, as a long one stretched down her right arm. A few short cuts were visible on her sides and then the awful bruise she had gotten on her left side from where the Broodmother had tossed her like a rag doll. Alistair caressed the side of her face and dipped his head towards hers. He claimed Bridget's lips with his in a slow, romantic kiss. Despite all of the scarring and bruises though, she was still the most beautiful woman to Alistair. He smiled against her lips as he felt her fingers at the waistband to his trousers again, pulling at the laces slowly. He broke the kiss and tugged his own shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere on the ground. When Alistair turned back around he noticed that Bridget had already removed the rest of her clothes as she was now wading out into the middle of the hot spring. He quickly did the same and followed her out towards the middle of the warm spring and wrapping his arms around her waist once he made it to her. Bridget's lips curved up into a small smile as she relaxed herself against Alistair's chest.
"I love you, Bridget. I feel as if I don't say it enough…but I do, I love you…"
Alistair whispered as get slowly ran his hands up her sides. Bridget closed her eyes as she felt his lips against her shoulder.
"I love you…" he mumbled against her skin.
He ran his thumbs beneath the swells of her breasts and then kneaded them in his large hands. Alistair turned her around and kissed the wing of her nose.
"I love you…"
He then moved his lips to the right side of her face.
"I love you…"
The left side was next.
"I love you…"
Then he dropped his gaze to her lips and ran his thumb against the bottom of it.
"I love you, Bridget. Always…" he whispered in a husky tone that made Bridget shiver in delight.
Alistair claimed her mouth again, only this kiss was all fire and passion. Bridget wrapped her arms around his neck as their tongues entwined in a dance that they were both familiar with. Alistair let his hands roam down her back and to her bottom. He gripped her tightly, causing Bridget to gasp against his lips, but then just push herself even closer to his chest. They broke the kiss briefly for a breath of air but returned to each other before long. Bridget opened her eyes as Alistair trailed his kisses down her neck. Her back now rested up against the side of the rock where the small water fall was. She didn't even realized they had moved! Her through vanished from her though as Alistair began to suckle at her breast like a newborn being fed. Bridget closed her eyes and bit her lip as she threaded her fingers through his hair. As Alistair continued to suckle at her right breast, he let his hand fall that had been occupying Bridget's left one and he slowly ran it down her abdomen. Alistair let the water envelop his hand as he continued to drop it lower until he found what he was looking for. Bridget arched towards him as she felt Alistair cup her womanhood. Alistair left her breast and trailed his kisses back up her neck as he began to tease her with his hand. Bridget squeezed his shoulders.
"Wicked man…" she huffed against his ear.
Alistair chuckled. His laughter didn't last long, however as Bridget trailed a finger down his length causing Alistair to suck in his breath.
Bridget smirked and said,
"I can be a tease too, you know."
Alistair rested his forehead against hers.
"Don't I? That constant sway to your hips drives me mad all day long…" he mumbled against her ear.
Bridget smiled at the tickling sensation of his breath. Alistair kissed the place just beneath her ear before removing his hand from her and moving it towards the back of her thigh. Alistair lifted Bridget against the smooth rock with ease. His lips claimed her swollen ones once again and he sucked on her bottom lip while moving his hips just a bit. Once they were positioned the right way, he gently moved forward and buried himself inside her. Bridget gripped his shoulders at the sensation and tightened her legs around his waist. Alistair wrapped his arms around her waist to pull Bridget as close as he could to himself as he continued to push forward into her depths and pull back out again.
"Oh Alistair…I love you…" she whispered against his ear breathlessly.
Bridget nuzzled his neck with her lips before trailing them upward and claiming his mouth in a deep kiss. She began to meet his thrusts in time and urged Alistair to move faster, quicker, she was so close…
Bridget arched towards him as Alistair's final thrust pushed her over the edge. She took Alistair with her, moaning as he spilled himself inside her. They both panted, their breath forming and disappearing just as quickly in the air.
"I promise you Bridget we will make it through this, together. Nothing will ever keep me from you, nothing…" Alistair stated as he gently lowered her back into the water.
Bridget kissed him and hugged him tightly, praying to the Maker that that promise could be kept.
That promise though, was not Alistair's to make…and in time they would both find that it would be very, very difficult to keep…especially with the events that were to follow…
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I wanted this chapter to be good as I'm very iffy on love scenes but my friend told me I should write another one, so I did and I think I did alright, I hope you all like it. Hopefully the next chapter will be up in a more timely manner! I hope you all liked this chapter though, I'm really sorry if it's not good. I need to practice writing these scenes. As always, thanks for reading and reviewing! :)
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