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In good times and in bad	By : kruemel Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 14752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and the characters of the game do not belong to me. This is a no profit fanfiction

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Fanart for this fanfic by Erusel:
http://onehundred-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/110527524711/sketch-dump-ive-been-reading-such-a-wonderful
@AmethystHaze: Thank you so much. I am glad you enjoy reading this and that you think I managed to make Alistair as Alistair-ish as he is.
@Erusel: LOL, good that you like that kind of awkwardness because this is a whole chapter of awkwardness.
Your sketches are adorable! Thank you so very much for drawing them and for showing them to me. I love how you picture Rori. She's so cute the way you draw her. It's real interesting to see how readers picture her.
I have this story also posted on www.archiveofourown.org Would you mind if I posted the link to your tumbir account there so that the readers there also could see your work?
I've never had a reference of her in mind, like some actress. She was inspired by Disney's Merida (Brave) but doesn't entirely share her looks as Rori's hair is darker and shorter at the moment - just like you painted it - the shape of her face is diferent from that of Merida and so on. Actually I kinda pictured her as a mixture of Merida and Triss Merigold from Witcher 2 - Assassins of Kings. Rori is definitely wearing a similar attire as Triss does (it's so sexy).
Chapter 56
"I am so not going to this lingerie shop!" I laugh, wiping tears from the corners of my eyes. "Not after that performance!"
All I receive for an answer is: "Hihihi!" Rori is rolling around on the bed, shaken by a fit of laughter. Her face is as red as a tomato and she gasps for air in between uncontrolable bursts of laughter.
What happened? Well, let me recapitulate...
I had this fantasy... you know, rubbing my manhood between her breasts while she sucks me off... a fantasy that then got ripped apart, stomped on and completely utterly destroyed by my silly woman.
She tried, oh she did. But every time I slid my erection between her breasts and the tip became visible to her, she howled with laughter. And then, after my third attemtpt - she promised she wouldn't laugh again but of course she did - well, after that last try she looked up at me, tears of laughter stinging in her eyes and went: "I am so sorry! But it looks like an earthworm poking its head out of its hole."
POOF! there went my fantasy.
An earthworm... My manly feelings are hurt. Permanentely damaged by the woman who claims she loves me.
"Breathe, you silly woman," I growl, trying hard to be mad at her. But how could I when she is so adorably coming undone with silly laughter? I love that clear ringing sound of her laugh, the way her eyes twinkle. She's so beautiful when flushed from head to toe. "You really know how destroy a man's dreams. I feel emasculated!"
"So-so-sorry," she gasps, biting into her pillow to stop herself from exploding into another violent gigglefit. "Hihihihi..."
"Okay, no more experimental kink today. Especially not for you, young lady."
It's time for snuggling together in bed, time for cheese and grapes and wine. Rori gets rid of her boots and the mask, clearly relieved she's once more herself. I hold her in my arms - she giggles - and enjoy her company. Sighing, I kiss the top of her head as she rests it against my chest. "You know, this is still the best birthday I ever had."
"It is a catastrophe!" Rori groans, pulling the blanket over her head. "I had it all planned out!" Her muffled voice sounds deject. "Leliana practiced with me. And then everything went wrong!"
"Aww, don't worry, kitten. You did great... until you compared my manhood to an earthworm. I have yet to recover from that blow. Wait... Leliana practiced with you?" Do I even want to know? I have right now a few rather sinful images popping up in my treacherous mind. They make the earthworm raise its head. "You're not talking to her about what we do... you know, all that..." Maker, they do not talk about this, do they?
"She showed me how to move. Like a choreography. Said it would drive you crazy." Rori scrambles out of bed to show me.
"Well, you did drive me crazy." I point out, sitting up at the edge of the bed to watch her repeat her performance.
"I should have done it like that..." She prances a few steps towards the bed with swaying hips, then gracefully sinks to her knees and crawls on all fours, every move fluent and seductive. Rori is so very aware of her own body, and as long as she doesn't think about what she's doing, she moves with a natural grace. "Then I would look at you like that..."
Oh Maker!
"I practiced that look in front of the mirror for... okay, ten minutes... five... the other five I pulled faces at my reflection... anyway, that look..." Biting her lips, she casts her eyes down and then, fluttering her eyelashes gives me an upwards glance... She's down there on her knees and all naked, her bosom heaving beautifully when she stretches and rests her arms on my thighs. She'd make a desire demon pale with envy that moment.
"And then..." she goes on, running her hands up the inside of my thighs, circling my length with her small hands. "Mhmm..." Yep, I am sporting an erection - again. That girl totally drives me crazy. She is more than I ever dreamt of.
I just hope she's not going to burst into laughter again and call my proud, rock hard length a worm. I don't think I could endure this once more. I'd be bawling my eyes out for weeks.
The way she looks at me, makes me shudder in awe of the love and desire I see reflected in her beautiful eyes. I reach down to cup her face and she leans into the touch, nuzzling my palm. Rori licks her lips, her breath ghosting against the sensitive tip of my manhood, glistening moistly. And then she makes up for all the awfully awkward moments, for the embarrassement and humiliation she pushed me through the last few hours, finally making this sinful fantasy come true...
Later I lie in bed with my beloved woman in my arms. I smile sleepily against her skin, wondering at how I got to be here at all. For such a long time I wished I had died with Duncan and the other Grey Wardens. Boy, I am such a complete idiot! I rather should have been thankful I was granted this second chance. I still don't understand why I was blessed when all the others had to die. I don't really think I deserve this. But I am deeply grateful that I am not dead - not yet. And I do hope that I will stay as unfathomable lucky as I am. If fortune indeed favours fools I should have a real good chance to get through this alive.
So the prayer I send to the Maker this night, it's not for me, it's for Rori. I beg Him to keep her save, to watch over her. Oh Maker, without her, I am nothing. He sometimes has a rather strange sense of humour, so I do hope, He doesn't have the intention to take her away from me.
I cannot help it, I imagine how He snorts and goes: Lad, that girl can totally look after herself!
The next morning at the break of dawn we meet our companions at the pier. The icy wind whips crisp snowflakes across the black water while we prepare to leave for Orzammar. Only the very top of the tower is visible in the grey sky, looming over us as we ride up the slope away from the lake.
We have a few days on the road in front of us. Despite the cold, I don't mind. Nobody is really looking forward to entering the Deep Roads. Rori and I talked about leaving the dwarves alone with their kingmaking business. I mean, it's quite a risk to run around the Deep Roads in search for a Paragon that has gone missing a few years ago. Branka could be anywhere! All we know is she went to Ortan Thaig. And that's it. They thrust a map at Rori and me that we held upside down for five minutes, staring stupidly at it, before someone finally pointed it out to us. Not that it made any more sense to us then.
"Hopefully Dagna has found a dwarf to guide us or I don't see how we should get this done," Rori mutters as if she read my thoughts. She has pulled her hood over her head and wrapped a bright rainbow coloured scarf around the lower half of her face, only her eyes, squinted at the wind, being visible.
The reason why we're even considering running after Branka: the dwarves know more about the darkspawn than Rori and I together. Yeah, I know, no surprise there. We do need them.
"If Dagna hasn't, then you will," I laugh, pulling my own scarf tighter around my neck. It's green. I'm not particularily fond of green but with the weather being as mercilessly cold as it is, I don't really mind. Wynne insists it suits me - and you just don't argue about the colour of knitwear with a mage. Especially not with the mage who knitted it.
Right now we're all glad Wynne is so obsessed with her knitting. Most of all Zevran and Schmooples. The elf constantly complains about the cold. He's the only one looking forward to returning to Orzammar. And Shale of course. It does not freeze, but there are no birds in Orzammar. Schmooples probably doesn't mind also.
At night we set up camp inside an old barn. It at least provides a bit more shelter than camping in the open on the frozen ground where the wind tears at our tents. Leliana immediately drags Rori away. She's all bouncily giddy, hauling questions at her friend. "Sooo, you just have to tell me..." They sit down in the hay and I watch Leliana clapping her hands and hear her squeal. Rori's answers come hesitantly first. It's too dark to really see her face but the way she kneads her fingers and plays with her hair nervously, I know she is flustered.
It is never a bad idea to inspect your surroundings, get to know them, in case there's an attack or... uhm... anyway, I should take a look around that barn, as shabby and small as it is and make sure there are no nasty surprises anywhere. Especially that dark corner over there...
I pass by Leliana and Rori once...
"... you even have a glow about you, so shameless..." the bard giggles girlishly.
I pass by Leliana and Rori a second time... Once does not count.
"So... how is Alistair..." Leliana whispers, her voice fading when she spots me.
I'm fine, thank you.
She could ask me if she so wanted to know, couldn't she? She wouldn't have to sit in dark corners whispering to my woman and acting as if she wasn't whispering at all when I walk by. Sometimes I just don't understand women.
I pass by Leliana and Rori a third time... just to make perfectly sure I didn't miss anything on my second round.
"... he must be quite delightful..." Leliana murmurs in a hushed voice.
I think... I think I just heard a very ominous sound right over there... and no, it's not the girls talking! I am so not eavesdropping. No, no, not at all. Now shush!
"Sometimes he has brilliant ideas of his own, too," Rori mutters, grinning impishly.
Sometimes? Hey! My ideas are always brilliant... at least I think so until someone comes and destroys this illusion and everything goes Poof! and I am back to realizing what a fool i am...
"... the little templar is all grown up and apparently... aehm... plays well with others..." Leliana purrs. And then both women start giggling.
What in the name of the Maker!?
"What are you giggling about?" I demand to know, giving up pretending I wasn't eavesdropping all the time. Rori looks up at me, squeaks, claps her hands over her mouth and rather unsuccessfully tries to suppress one of her infamous gigglefits. "Wh-what is she giggling about?" I ask Leliana. The bard just shrugs and snickers. I don't like that look on her face. It's so smug.
"Nothing!" Rori breathes. "Just... girl talk!"
Girl talk for sure... but I know who they were talking about... by mere incident... so I just have to know. Rori grins sheepishly at me when I snort at her answer. "Well...," she murmurs. "Girl talk about... you... and your... aehm... performance..."
"My performance? What performance? And why does it warrant giggling?" My manly feelings have to endure a lot of mistreatment today. First my beloved fellow Warden compares my proud manhood to an earthworm, now two women are giggling shamelessly about whatever performance I have given... something about me playing with others and being delightful... and about my brilliant ideas when we all know they are seldomly brilliant.
Rori's sheepish grin grows even wider. I know that grin. It's the 'SORRY! I did something you really won't like'-grin. She gave me that grin when she decided to smuggle lyrium out of Orzammar - lyrium we still carry around with us by the way -, and that moment before she announced Avernus should live and go on with his researches (without the bloodmagic part), and when she invited Zevran into our party... well, you get the impression. It's a grin I really don't like to see on her.
"We're talking about how you treat her in bed," Leliana pleasently explains as if she was talking to someone extremely stupid. "Nothing you should concern yourself with."
"How I treat... Oh Maker... What is wrong with you women?"
Nothing I should concern myself with!? Andraste's flaming sword! This is... I can't believe they talk about that! That shameless bard! And... Rori... Maker! Why does she talk about such things? This is private! I do not run around and talk to anybody about what we do when we are alone... err... kinda alone... at least when nobody can see us...
How could she!
And why does nobody ever ask me how she treats me in bed?
Not that I would answer.
Gentlemen don't talk about the performances of their women!
Women obviously do.
By the love of Andraste... what did Rori tell Leliana? Did she mention the spanking? Did they talk about last night? About me tying her to the bed... About what I did with Rori's breasts... Maker! I do hope they didn't! What did Rori say about me having brilliant ideas of my own... Blast!
I'm feeling somewhat nauseous. I think, I have to sit down. Best somewhere in the dark where nobody can see me. And there I will die all alone of shame. My head will explode from the mere amount of blood that comes rushing to my face to make me blush.
Next to all the juicy details she could have given away... my performance... did she say it was... good? Did she say she likes it? Until now I assumed she likes it. But now... they giggled. Is giggling a good thing or bad? Was it a making-fun-of-stupid-goofy-Alistair-giggling or just a bashful giggling?
I bet they called me cute...
I am not cute!
I am manly and strong and ruggedly handsome...
I have to ask Rori what she said... No, wait! I cannot possibly ask her if she thinks I am good in bed... that... no, I can't...
Rori is talking to Shale anyway. I do hope she's not discussing our love life with the golem as well! Okay, better the golem than Morrigan. Oh merciful Andraste! She doesn't do girl talk with Morrigan, does she? Certainly not... please?
When I begin to bite my fingernails nervously I realize I won't get no sleep until I find out. Leliana is sitting alone at the campfire, tending her bow. I circle around the fire five times before I just blurt out at her: "Soooo... what did you and Rori talk about?"
"What do you mean?" Leliana looks up from her weapon, grinning smuggly.
Oh, that wicked bard! "You know what I mean... when you were giggling."
"We told you, didn't we?"
I so know that at the end of this conversation she will pinch my cheeks and I will feel like a complete idiot. I probably am for not just walking away.
"The answer wasn't exactly precise... I mean, you talked about me... so I would want to know..." I stammer, already flustered and flushed and mortified to no ends. "What did Rori say about me?"
"Today or in general?"
"In general!?" I croak and slump down next to the bard. Suddenly I feel so dizzy. "Wh-what do you mean...? Oh... you're not! She can't! You talk about this... me... more often!?"
Oh... Blast it!
"Of course, Alistair," Leliana says pleasantly as if they were talking about shoes, pretty dresses, knitting, cooking... You know, all those innocuous female topics. "Rori and I are friends. Who else should she talk to about you and her feelings?"
"Uhm... nobody?"
"You really don't know women," Leliana laughs and - there you go! - pinches my cheeks. I so hate her! "Women talk about everything."
"But... certainly not about... well, you know... about... that!" I squeak, completely horrified.
"Especially about that."
"Maker!"
Leliana is like a demon that has found a victim to suck dry. She mercilessly assaults me while I am helplessly dumbfounded by shock. "So, let's see, you want to know what Rori said? Well, she once asked about your size..."
WHAT!?
"... she was worried you could be too big. If she described you correctly, you are rather well equipped but really nothing to worry about, quite the contrary..."
Someone please help me! I got stuck in the Fade, trapped in my worst nightmare...
"... she was afraid she could hurt you when giving you oral pleasure..."
Doom!
DOOM!
"... oh, by the way did you like her kitten costume? She looks so hot in it, don't you think? When she tried it on, I told her she just had to buy it!..."
Someone's making strange gurgling sounds. Oh, haha, that's me...
"Don't worry, Alistair, everything is fine. You make Rori happy and she loves you to death..."
HA! She certainly does! I am dying a thousand deaths at that very moment!
"Oh, look at you! Now you're all flushed... you're so cute!"
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