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The Last of the Couslands	By : MistressofMagic Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 60
The Wedding
The months that followed after Alistair's coronation were slow in passing. Alistair, not to anyone's surprise, was having a hard time adjusting to all that was to be accomplished during the day. For hours he would sit atop the throne and listen to Denerim's citizens ask for grants or money to help with their farms or market stands. Alistair truly wanted to help everyone he could, but was carefully advised by Eamon that some peddlers did not deserve the money they asked for. One merchant even presented Alistair with a mabari hound, Lola. He accepted the hound on Zeus's behalf as the poor dog was love struck right from the beginning…though it appeared Lola wouldn't give him the time of day. If Alistair wasn't sitting on the throne he was in his office buried in piles and piles of paperwork. Thankfully though this is where Bridget helped him the most, and when both of them were at it, the scrolls did not occupy his desk for very long. While Alistair and Bridget tended to the paperwork and what not, they also had to mediate the arguments between Eamon and Leliana in regards to their wedding. Eamon would want things to go one way (albeit a much simpler way) while Leliana wanted to go completely extravagant (blowing nearly all of the castle's funds in the process). Eventually, Bridget had to step in and make a compromise that she figured both Eamon and Leliana could settle to.
"Why don't you let Eamon handle the actual ceremony whilst you and I work together on finding me a wedding dress?"
Eamon brightened.
"I think that's a splendid idea." He agreed.
Leliana crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Of course you would. I suppose if that's where you really want me, Bridget, than I will help you. I do however want to manage the decorations."
Alistair looked at Eamon and held his breath.
"That okay with you?" he asked.
The older man nodded.
"Yes, you're Majesty. With both of us finally coming to a compromise, the wedding should take place within the coming weeks."
Alistair sighed in relief and sat back behind his desk. Eamon bid farewell and exited the room, whilst Leliana followed him out saying,
"I'll go ahead and start sending letters to all of the dressmakers to see about getting some of their designs. I'll let you know once I've found anything."
Bridget walked towards the door with her.
"Nothing too extravagant now, Leliana." She called after her.
Leliana chuckled.
"I make no promises!"
Bridget sighed and closed the door, resting her back up against it and shaking her head. Alistair rested his elbows on his desk and held his chin in his hands.
"You'd think with the way those two were going at it they were two opposing officials!" he exclaimed.
Bridget chuckled and walked over towards him. Alistair sat back in his chair and held out his arms so Bridget could settle herself on his lap, which she did. Bridget kissed him softly before pulling back and grinning widely.
"Just a few weeks left, my love! I'm so excited!" she exclaimed.
Alistair held her tightly in his arms.
"As am I. I think you're really going to like your wedding present." He stated.
The ring that he had commissioned was in its final stages of being made and would arrive at the palace any day now. Bridget raised her eyebrows and ran a finger down his chest.
"And just what is this present that you've gotten me?" she asked.
Alistair smiled and shook his head.
"Not telling. You'll just have to wait and see."
She frowned slightly before a sly grin took its place.
"Is there anything I can do to persuade you to tell me?" she whispered against his ear before biting it playfully.
Alistair drew his brows together and shuddered in delight. Once again because of the Grand Cleric residing in the palace for the wedding, Alistair and Bridget had been forced to sleep apart again, though there were some nights that she was able to slip away…but it did not happen very often. Not as often as Alistair would have liked, at any rate.
"Trust me my love; there are plenty of things you could do to persuade me…it's already starting to work now…but the Grand Cleric…"
Bridget rested her finger against his lips and smiled at him wickedly.
"The Grand Cleric can stuff cotton in her ears if we're too loud. I miss you, Alistair…it's been such a long time since we last made love…what was it two months ago?"
She returned her lips to his neck and nuzzled his skin there. Alistair closed his eyes and lowered his hands to Bridget's hips as she shifted atop his lap so that she straddled his waist.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that!" he chuckled.
Bridget moved her kisses back to Alistair's lips and claimed them in a heated kiss. She let her tongue slowly stroke her lover's.
"Oh it appears I've come in at a bad time."
Bridget and Alistair broke the kiss and turned to the doorway where Zevran stood calmly, a seductive smile on his lips.
Alistair sighed and looked at him.
"Is it very important?" he asked in a tight voice.
Zevran nodded.
"Yes I am afraid so, and my dear Leliana wishes to speak to you, my Warden."
Bridget looked back at Alistair and placed a soft kiss to his forehead.
"I'll be back later." She stated before removing herself from his lap and walking past Zevran. He chuckled.
"Oh my dear Bridget there is no need for that red face of yours! I have seen a passionate kiss a time or two!" he exclaimed.
Bridget chuckled softly before exiting the room and closing the door behind her. Zevran looked at Alistair and grinned as he settled himself in a chair in front of the desk.
"We have not had much time to talk since your coronation, my friend. How does it feel to be king?"
Alistair sighed and shook his head.
"It's not very fun, if that's what you want to know. I had no idea some of these places were so destitute…my first and foremost priority is to set the Alienage straight, help them rebuild and what not…but then Eamon goes on about how there are more important things…really the only thing that makes it bearable is Bridget." He explained.
Zevran nodded.
"Yes I am sure all that is very difficult…but you are no doubt looking forward to your impending wedding, yes?" he asked.
Alistair smiled.
"Honestly Zevran I can't wait for it, knowing that I can finally call Bridget my wife…and have her next to me in the night…I want these weeks to go by as quickly as possible."
Zevran grinned.
"I am sure. Have you thought about having a…party perhaps?"
Alistair furrowed his brow.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Zevran raised his eyebrows.
"Oh you know…one last night as a free man? You, Oghren, Fergus and I could all get together and go to the Pearl…perhaps?"
Alistair's eyes widened.
"Why the hell would I want to go to the brothel the night before my wedding?" he exclaimed.
Zevran shrugged.
"You know, it's your last night as a free man, I thought you may want to try fondling someone else's breasts before you are tied to Bridget for life."
Alistair gaped at him.
"You're joking…right?" he asked.
Zevran burst into a laughing fit and nodded.
"Yes, yes I am, I just wanted to see the look on your face! Although Oghren, Fergus and I will be going to the Pearl, I did want to see if you would like to join in, but I knew you wouldn't even think of being with any other woman besides Bridget. I do, however, have another reason for stopping by today."
Alistair relaxed a bit in his chair and studied Zevran curiously.
"What for…?" he asked warily.
Zevran chuckled.
"Nothing bad I assure you, in fact, I wish to give you a wedding present!" he exclaimed.
Alistair smiled, never one to turn away a gift, he sat up a little.
"You didn't really have to get me a gift, Zevran." He said.
Zevran removed a small package from his pocket and grinned.
"Think of it as some advice, then." He stated.
Alistair furrowed his brow; a little confused by Zevran's remark, but removed the gift paper none the less. He opened it to reveal a small black book entitled: A King's Woes. Alistair stared at it for a brief moment before looking up at Zevran.
"Err…thanks. What's it supposed to be about?" he asked.
Zevran chuckled again and shook his head.
"Remove that cover and you will see." He stated.
Alistair shook the small book out of the black cover. He picked the book back up in his hands and his eyes widened at the cover image. It was a very suggestive picture of a man and a woman underneath the actual title: Secrets of the Bedroom…never leave her unsatisfied again!
Alistair quickly tossed the book back at Zevran.
"Why the hell would you get me an erotic novel as a wedding present!" he shouted.
Zevran held his hands up and shook his head.
"Alistair you misunderstand my good intentions! I am doing this to help you, truly!"
Alistair blushed furiously and gaped at the elf.
"How is that going to help anything?" he asked.
Zevran sat back in his chair as Alistair did the same. He tilted his head to the side and cleared his throat.
"I want to make sure that you continue to please our Warden throughout your long years of marriage to come…and you won't do that by using the same position every time you make love."
Alistair opened his mouth to retort, but closed it and furrowed his brow.
"What are you talking about? We use plenty of…positions." He replied.
Zevran crossed his arms.
"I wouldn't call having her ride you or having her under you 'plenty', my friend. You need to spice things up a little bit, and this book will help you do that. See look, there's plenty of descriptions in here, everything from mabari style to,"
Alistair shook his head.
"Wait, wait, wait…how did you know that those are the only two that we use…which they aren't by the way!"
Zevran furrowed his brow for a second before he snapped his fingers.
"Oh yes you recently received the 'lamppost' treatment for the first time…I had forgotten,"
Alistair's blush deepened.
"How did you know that?" he asked.
Zevran cleared his throat.
"Well…the women talk amongst themselves as I'm sure you know…and Bridget told these things to Leliana…which she in turn told me. Now Bridget did not intend for Leliana to do so as I'm sure she told her these things in confidence, but Leliana also wishes to make sure that her friend is…taken care of in the years to come."
Alistair drew his brows together and slumped forward a bit.
"I didn't realize she was getting bored…"
Zevran shook his head.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no, my friend! She loves you to the ends of Thedas and back…all Bridget wants is to be a little more adventurous, but she didn't know how to ask you…so that's when Leliana and I formed this lovely plan and here we are now."
Alistair was quiet for a long moment before he looked at Zevran quizzically.
"What exactly is in that book?" he asked.
Zevran grinned and placed the book back on the desk.
"All sorts of things, I even added a few notes myself, that way you can give her some extra pleasure! Trust me, Alistair, study over some of these moves and spring them on Bridget on your wedding night and you will find yourself and your heart's desire very, very pleased."
Alistair slowly took the small book back in his hands and replaced it with the other cover.
"I guess I should thank you…" he mumbled bashfully.
Zevran chuckled.
"No need, Alistair. I suppose I will see you later, for now I will let you read."
Alistair looked at Zevran and smiled.
"Actually, there's something I wanted to ask you." He stated.
Zevran turned and nodded.
"Anything at all, my friend." He replied.
Alistair stood and walked over to Zevran.
"As you know Bridget and mine's wedding is just around the corner…but I don't have anyone to stand beside me as my best man. Would you consider filling that position?" he asked.
Zevran's eyes widened.
"You…you would ask me of all people?" he asked, surprised.
Alistair chuckled.
"Why not? If it wasn't for your pushing…Bridget and I may not even be together now. What do you say?"
Zevran grinned and bowed.
"It would be the greatest honor, your Majesty. Truly…I cannot express my feelings,"
Alistair held up his hands.
"You don't have to. Thank you, Zevran…for everything."
Zevran bowed again and headed towards the door.
"You are most welcome, Alistair. You know…back when we were in the Brecilian forest and I told you that if you didn't claim Bridget, I would?"
Alistair nodded. Zevran shook his head.
"I never would have. I could tell already that there was something between you two…something that wasn't quite yet love, but was stronger than just a simple attraction or lust. In the end, Bridget would have chosen you anyway, my friend."
Alistair smiled and watched as Zevran left the room, closing the door behind him. He returned to his desk and picked up the book and opened the first page. He began to read through the introduction and then made it to the first chapter…his face reddening with each turn of the page.
xXx
Bridget followed Leliana down the hallway as the bard chatted about different things, all centering around the wedding. She often remarked on how she hoped Eamon could handle it all, and hoped that he wouldn't make it boring and stuffy. Bridget reassured her friend several times that Eamon was perfectly suited for the job as she reminded her how wonderful Alistair's coronation was handled.
"If you say so. At least there's not a lot left to do since somehow we managed to get most of the ceremony planned during the month. I sent those letters out earlier just like I said, so we should be receiving some sketches for wedding gowns fairly soon. Right now though, I have a few things I want to give you!"
Bridget raised her eyebrows as she followed Leliana into one of the many sitting rooms. She shook her head.
"Lel, you didn't have to buy me anything! You're already doing so much, managing the decorations and being my maid of honor…you really didn't have to go out and buy me something on top of all of that!" she exclaimed.
Leliana shook her head.
"Oh yes I did, and I don't think you or Alistair will be disappointed in my selection. Go on, open one of them up!"
There were a few wrapped boxes resting on the nearby table. Bridget opened up the largest one first and gasped at the gift that lay on the inside. It was a very fine silk robe that was pure white in color and had gold and silver thread sewn into it making different designs of flowers and leaves.
"Leliana…this is exquisite! But…it must have cost you at least a handful of gold pieces, if not more." She stated.
Leliana shook her head.
"Not at all, I had these especially made for you by my old seamstress back in Orlais. I got a wonderful discount, I assure you. No one else has a robe like this, however. It is a special order."
Bridget smiled and hugged Leliana tightly. She chuckled.
"Don't thank me yet! You've still got this other one to open…it goes with the robe." She said.
Bridget giggled and opened up the other box before flushing slightly.
"Oh my…" she whispered as she removed the garment (if you could call it that) from the box. Holding it up by the fire, the material was completely see-through.
"Leliana…is this a piece of lingerie?" she asked.
The bard giggled and nodded.
"Yes, once again a special order. I realized you didn't have any and every bride to be needs at least one piece, luckily for you though I have others for you in the other box, but this one is especially for your wedding night. Look, it even comes with a little veil for you to wear."
Bridget chuckled and shook her head as she folded the sheer garment back up.
"Just seeing me in that will give poor Alistair a nosebleed!" she exclaimed.
Leliana grinned and shook her head.
"Maybe not…but I can definitely tell you that his lower half will appreciate seeing you in it, I'm sure!"
Bridget threw her head back and laughed. She hugged Leliana tightly.
"Thank you, Lel. For everything!"
Leliana nodded.
"It was my pleasure! Oh and I sent an invitation to Wynne back at the Circle. She said she wouldn't miss your wedding for the world!"
Bridget smiled.
"It'll be good to have Wynne back, at least for a little while. Maybe she could tell me which mages study fertility since Alistair and I will have to start thinking about that after the wedding."
Leliana drew her brows together.
"I would wait a little before you start thinking about children, Bridget. I mean…you and Alistair should have some time to yourself for a little while. Before we never really truly got to relax because of constant fear of being ambushed, but now since both of you are in such a comfortable place…take the time to enjoy it, that's what I would do." She stated.
Bridget sighed and shook her head.
"That's what I want to do as well…but I know there will be pressure for us to have a baby as soon as possible…if it even is possible." She replied softly.
Leliana placed her hand on her shoulder and shook her head.
"It will happen, Bridget. I'm sure of it."
Bridget thanked Leliana once again and with her help, carried the boxes to her room. There, Leliana bid her a goodnight and went on to see if any responses had come regarding Bridget's wedding dress. Bridget laid against her mattress and sighed. Although she shouldn't be concerned with the idea of pregnancy at the moment…that was really all she could think of lately. A few of her old…acquaintances were already mothers now…and some were even pregnant with their second or third child. Bridget placed her hands on her stomach as she looked down. She wondered briefly if she would ever know what it felt like to carry a baby inside her…to give birth to hers and Alistair's child. She chuckled softly to herself, thinking that if she and Alistair were ever blessed with a baby that they would certainly be the blondest child in all of Fereldan. Bridget stood at the sound of scratching at her door and walked over to find Zeus staring up at her with sad eyes. She looked behind him to see Lola strut away proudly, leaving behind the dead bird she guessed Zeus had bestowed upon her. Zeus whined. Bridget looked down at him and shook her head.
"Don't give up hope, boy. You'll win her over eventually."
Zeus snorted and trotted inside, settling himself at the foot of Bridget's bed. Bridget chuckled and scratched his ears.
"She'll come around, I promise."
Bridget slipped out of her dress and pulled on her night gown. She slipped on her robe and exited the room, remembering that she needed to wish Alistair a goodnight. Outside his office she knocked on the door gently before opening it. Alistair quickly shoved something into his desk and folded his hands in front of his lap. He smiled at her.
"Hello sweetie." He said in a cracked voice.
Bridget raised her eyebrows as she noted his red face.
"Hello to you too…I was coming to wish you a good night….why is your face so red?"
Alistair raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
"Um…just frustrated with all of this…paperwork is all." He replied.
Bridget crossed her arms noting that Alistair's desk only had about three scrolls on it, but decided to drop the subject and shook her head. She walked over towards him and bent down to place a kiss on his lips. Bridget kissed him softly, slowly, letting her tongue run across his bottom lip. It was just enough to distract him so she could slip her hand into the drawer and pull out whatever it was he put in there before, which she did. Bridget jumped back and giggled as she looked down at the book. She frowned.
"Why are you reading A King's Woes? This has got to be the most boring piece of literature to ever be published!" she exclaimed.
Alistair cleared his throat and stood.
"Oh believe me it's far from boring…" he mumbled.
Bridget raised her eyebrows.
"And here I thought you were reading something naughty what with your red face and all. Is there any steamy bits in here?"
She was just about to open up the book when Alistair took it from her hands and set it back on the desk.
"Actually…there's this one part where the king takes his fiancée in his arms and makes mad, passionate love to her atop his desk…"
Bridget's lips curved up into a smile.
"Oh there is, is there? She said as Alistair wrapped his arms around her waist.
Alistair chuckled and kissed her slowly. He pulled away and grinned.
"We could always reenact that scene now if you like…we are in an office after all…and you just so happen to be the fiancée to a king…"
Bridget raised her eyebrows.
"That does sound very tempting. Just what exactly did this king do to his betrothed?"
Alistair smiled and trailed his fingers down Bridget's arms, heading for the tie to her robe.
"Well at first he removed some of her clothes…then he kissed her deeply, all while backing her up towards his desk. Then when she couldn't go any further, he lifted her on top of his desk and had his way with her…"
Bridget shrugged her robe off of her shoulders and pressed herself up against Alistair's form.
"Hmm that sounds like it would be a lot of fun." She purred.
Alistair lowered his face to hers and kissed her slowly, running his hands down her back and towards her bottom where he squeezed. Bridget jumped a little bit in surprise, but then smiled against his lips and deepened the kiss. Alistair gently lifted Bridget into his arms and walked towards his desk where he set her there. Alistair held her chin in his hand and kissed her softly as his other hand slid down the side of her neck and shoulder. He slowly eased down the strap to her nightshift, exposing her breasts to the room. Alistair pulled back slightly and took a moment to admire his fiancée's bosom, causing her to roll her eyes.
"A man's obsession with a woman's breasts will always be a mystery to me." She noted.
Alistair chuckled and returned his lips back to her, at her neck this time. He dropped his hand to her right breast and held it in his hand, making a noise in the back of his throat at the softness of her skin. There was a knock at the door then and before either of them could register what it was, the door flew open and Teagan walked into the room.
"Alistair, Bridget's engagement…oh dear Maker!"
A scroll flew up in front of his eyes as he also shut them tight. Alistair blushed furiously as he quickly pulled Bridget's nightshift back up her shoulders. She suppressed a giggle as he stood in front of her while she put her robe back on.
"I had no idea that…well that this was going on I…please forgive me…"
Bridget, still trying not to laugh at the situation shook her head.
"It's perfectly fine, Teagan. Alistair should know that an office isn't the right venue for certain activities."
Alistair gapped at her.
"I didn't hear any complaints coming out of your mouth, miss!" he exclaimed.
Bridget chuckled and hit him playfully in the arm. She then turned her attention back to Teagan.
"You can open your eyes now, Teagan. All is well. Did you say you had something for me?"
Teagan slowly removed the scroll from his face and cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Err…well yes but…not exactly…"
Alistair shook his head.
"It's alright Teagan; if you have it with you I'll go ahead and see to it now." He replied.
Bridget furrowed her brow and looked at him quizzically. Teagan nodded and retrieved a small box from the pile of stuff he dropped on the floor when he came in. He handed it to Alistair, cleaned up his mess and exited the room quickly.
Bridget turned to Alistair and tilted her head to the side.
"What's that you've got there?" she asked softly.
Alistair smiled at her. He placed the box on his desk and took her hands in his.
"I know when two people become engaged that the woman is supposed to wear a ring to signify that…but with everything that happened, I didn't have time to give you one. I did though, have time to meet with a jeweler and help him design it."
Alistair turned back to his desk and picked up the box. He slowly turned back to Bridget and smiled.
"I think you'll really like it." He said softly as he opened the box.
Bridget's eyes widened at the ring that lay on the inside. The ring was pure gold and held a large diamond in the shape of a heart in the center. Above the diamond was a small crown…but it was not the size of the diamond or the encrusting of all the smaller diamonds around it that brought tears to Bridget's eyes. It was the band of the ring. The heart diamond rested in between the beaks of two small birds, one on one side of the gem, the other making the other half of the band. Bridget tipped her head to the side.
"Alistair…are they supposed to be…?"
He nodded.
"Swallows, yes. I remember you telling me about how your father used to compare his and your mother's love to that of a swallow's love for their mate…so I took that in mind when I designed the ring...and like I said before you are the queen to my heart, that's where I got the idea for the little crown above the diamond." He whispered.
Bridget's lip trembled slightly as she felt a tear roll down the side of her face. Alistair smiled and cupped her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs and kissing her softly. He broke the kiss after a minute and removed the ring from the box. He held Bridget's hand in his and looked into her glossy eyes as he slid the ring on her finger.
"I love you, Bridget. I will love you for the rest of my life. I never thought I would meet a woman like you…someone who would complete me…but I did…and I thank the Maker for that every day."
Bridget sniffled slightly and looked down at her ring that sparkled in the glow of the candles.
"This is the best gift that anyone has ever given me, Alistair." She whispered.
Alistair took her in his arms and held her tightly. He stroked her hair and took a deep breath to smell her scent.
"I'm so glad you like it." He replied.
Bridget pulled back and kissed him softly. She smiled and said,
"Would you like me to give you your present now too?"
Alistair smiled.
"If you want."
Bridget slipped her hand into his.
"It's in my room; I've had it sitting there for a while now."
They both quietly slipped out of the office and walked deftly down the dark halls. Soon enough they made it to Bridget's room and both of them slipped inside. Zeus lifted his head and yawned as they entered. Alistair closed the door behind him as Bridget walked over to her dresser. Propped up against it was a large, circular object that was wrapped in gift paper. Bridget picked it up and turned to Alistair, handing it to him.
"I think you'll really like this." She said softly.
Alistair sat on the edge of the bed and removed the gift paper. Beneath the wrapping was a large shield with the Grey Warden's symbol emblazoned on it. Alistair's mouth fell open as he gripped the shield tightly.
"This…this was Duncan's…how did you…?"
Bridget smiled at him.
"Ages ago Riordan mentioned a secret warehouse that the Warden's used for storage right here in Denerim. Not long ago I took Zeus and we searched for it and found it. Riordan told me that one of Duncan's old shields was in there…and I couldn't think of a better gift to give you."
Alistair smiled at her and caressed the side of her cheek.
"This means more to me than I can possibly say, Bridget. Thank you."
Bridget turned her cheek into his hand and kissed his palm. Alistair set the shield back on the floor and looked at her.
"You know now that I am here…I don't want to leave." He whispered.
Bridget tipped her head to the side.
"I wouldn't mind if you stayed…but I think our wedding night would be more special if we waited. It's only a few more weeks away." She stated.
Alistair nodded.
"I think you're right. Goodnight my love." He whispered as he leaned in to kiss her.
Bridget kissed him back and pulled away.
"Goodnight."
She smiled as she watched Alistair leave the room, and saw his shadow beneath the door linger for a few minutes, probably thinking she would change her mind. She chuckled and climbed under the sheets, blowing out the candle and closing her eyes, dreaming of her wedding day.
xXx
The following weeks that led up to Bridget and Alistair's wedding passed by at a painfully slow rate, but it gave everyone enough time to make sure everything was in order for the big day. Bridget had chosen a beautiful wedding dress by an older woman who had not been in the business very long. It was elegant, beautiful, but had a simple air about it. Eamon and Leliana finally settled with the other's decisions and were able to plan a ceremony that they were sure would have every noble in Fereldan talking about it into the next year. Alistair paced back and forth in his room whilst Byron was gathering his attire for the day. His nerves were not being merciful to him as he had felt the urge to vomit several times that morning. Honestly he didn't know why he was so nervous…he was marrying the love of his life, he should be the happiest man in all of Thedas right now! Alistair let out a shaky breath as he stared out the nearby window. It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining brightly and the flowers were in full bloom, signifying that Bloomingtide was well underway. After staring out at the window for a few minutes, Alistair went back to pacing along the rug, back and forth. Byron raised his bushy grey eyebrows and coughed slightly.
"If I may be so bold, your Majesty…if you keep pacing back and forth like that you will surely wear a hole in that rug."
Alistair swallowed and stilled his feet.
"Forgive me, Byron…is…is it normal to be this nervous on one's wedding day?" he asked.
Byron chuckled.
"I am quite sure I was just as nervous as you were the day I married my Georgina…Maker rest her soul…everything will be fine, Majesty. Just think of when you lay your eyes on her as she begins to walk down the aisle. It is a view you will not forget, I am quite sure."
Alistair smiled, a little at ease with Byron's suggestion and thought just of that as he dressed.
"Bridget wouldn't tell me what her dress looked like, and I've been strictly forbidden from the entire wing of the castle where it was stored. Even Zevran couldn't get past the guards Leliana and Bridget had placed there."
Byron smiled as he hooked the button at Alistair's throat together; it was in the shape of a mabari's head and patted the shoulders of the ivory colored doublet.
"I am sure Lady Cousland will be absolutely stunning, your Majesty."
Byron turned and picked up the smaller crown that Alistair usually wore and placed it atop his head.
Alistair looked at himself in the mirror and pulled down the front of the doublet. He wore a very ornate shirt under the doublet that was also ivory in color, and had gold thread sewn in an intricate pattern at the shoulders. He hooked his belt next that also had a mabari's head at the front. His breeches were a light grey in color and he wore a pair of fine brown leather boots that rested just above his knees. Alistair smiled at his reflection and stood straighter, puffing out his chest slightly.
"If you need anything else, your Majesty, you need only ask. Good luck, sir. Oh and before I forget…would you like me to set out candles again for the evening?"
Alistair grinned and looked over his shoulder.
"Most definitely." He replied.
Byron chuckled and nodded.
"Very well, sir. Until later."
He bowed and exited the room just as Zevran was about to enter. Alistair turned and smiled at him as he entered the room, carrying with him a bottle of wine and two goblets.
"Don't we look lovely in our fine clothes?" He noted as he eyed Alistair.
Alistair chuckled and shook his head.
"I'm pretty much used to it now, though this is the finest outfit I've worn yet, I believe. It's still kind of odd seeing you in noble's clothes, though."
Zevran nodded.
"Indeed, I have no idea how you people can stand to wear this fabric. It's itching me in all of the wrong places, but enough of that. I have yet another treat for you and Bridget later this evening."
Alistair eyed the bottle of wine.
"I take it that is it?" he asked.
Zevran nodded and placed it atop the dresser along with the two goblets.
"Indeed, one of the finest from Antiva. You will both enjoy it I am quite sure, Bridget especially since I'm sure she'll have to…wash down a few things."
Alistair blushed as Zevran cackled in delight.
"Oh I am sorry, Alistair. I had to; I just could not possibly pass that up! Are you ready to head off to the main hall? We should probably be on our way."
Alistair checked himself one last time in the mirror before turning to Zevran and nodding.
"Yes, let's go!" he exclaimed.
xXx
Bridget sat at her vanity brushing out her hair whilst Leliana was scrambling behind her trying to collect all the hairpins that Zeus knocked into the floor when he accidentally collided with the end table. He was then sent outside of the room to stand guard, making sure no one tried to get in. Bridget grinned at her reflection as Leliana began to fix her hair.
"Oh my Bridget, you are going to look so beautiful today! I'm sure every man in the audience will want to marry you!" she exclaimed.
Bridget chuckled as she touched the amulet that Alistair gave her with the tips of her fingers.
"Leliana…I'm so excited and nervous and…oh this is the happiest I've been in a really long time! I haven't smiled this much since my father gave me my first sword!"
Leliana giggled as she continued to twist Bridget's hair. Eventually she set the last pin in place and stepped back to admire her handiwork. Bridget looked up at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. Leliana had pulled Bridget's hair back into an extravagant bun, but left two pieces to hang on either side of her face to frame it…and because of the excessive care that her hair had been given the past few days, her tresses managed to curl themselves. Bridget thanked Leliana and then stood to get into her dress. Once that process was finished, Bridget looked at herself in the floor length mirror and had tears spring to her eyes. Her dress was pure white and had a fairly long train at it's end. The sleeves thin straps that revealed just a little bit of the skin of her shoulders before a solid piece of fabric covered about three inches. At the bottom of that fabric the rest of the sleeve began and stretched all the way down to Bridget's feet. The material was sheer, but not quite see-through. On the bodice a gold thread was sewn in an intricate design of swirls and angles that stretched all the way down Bridget's abdomen. A white sash was tied around her waist and it too stretched to the bottom of the dress. Leliana handed Bridget her small bouquet of flowers that consisted of lavender, lilacs, and a few other purple colored flowers that matched up well with Leliana's dress color. There was a knock at the door and Leliana rushed towards it only to find out that it was Fergus.
"Their almost ready in there, you should head on to the main hall." He said to Leliana.
She nodded and hugged Bridget one last time.
"Good luck!" she whispered and then hurried out of the door.
Bridget smiled at Fergus as she turned back around to admire her dress. He picked up her veil and placed it carefully around her bun. The veil itself was beautiful as well. It rested to her mid back and the band around her head was made to look like small flowers. Fergus swept his gaze over his sister and smiled.
"Tis a beautiful dress, sister dear…but I'm not so sure about the color…surely you of all people shouldn't be wearing white."
Bridget cut her eyes at him and shook her head.
"Full of jokes are we?" she quipped.
Fergus chuckled and shook his head.
"You know I only tease because I care. Seriously though…mother and father would be so proud of you." He whispered.
Bridget drew her brows together and looked at her feet.
"I wish they were here…I would just love to see the look on mother's face, knowing that I'm about to become queen of Fereldan in the next few minutes."
Fergus grinned as he held out his hand for Bridget to hold while she slipped on her white shoes.
"I'm sure father would have had to fan her, she probably would've fainted." He stated.
Bridget giggled and took her bouquet back in her hands. She looked at herself one last time in the mirror, admiring how her eyes stood out against the kohl that lined them. Her lips were pink like that of a fresh rose, and she had a slight blush to her cheeks. Fergus held out his arm to his sister, looking stately in his deep blue doublet and shirt with black breeches and boots. Bridget hooked her arm underneath his and smiled up at him.
"No going back now, sis. You sure you're ready for domestic life?" he asked.
Bridget grinned and nodded.
"More than ready, brother."
Bridget took a deep breath as they walked forward and out of her room. She swallowed nervously as her stomach began to tighten with each step she took. The stringed instrumental music was getting louder the closer they got to the main hall. Soon enough she and Fergus stood outside the large oak doors. The guards that stood watch smiled and bowed politely to them before retaking their post. Bridget gripped her bouquet tightly in her hand that was shaking just ever so slightly. She let out a breath and relaxed herself.
The stringed music stopped playing their current song and switched to an instrumental version of 'In Uthenera', an elven love song. The large oak doors opened and light spilled onto Bridget and Fergus's forms. They slowly stepped forward as Bridget's heart slammed itself against her rib cage. She smiled as her eyes landed on Alistair standing proudly at the top of the dais. Bridget could tell he was scared to his wits end and smiled even more, to help relax him. As she and Fergus continued down the white carpet, all of the nobles that stood on either side of the rug bowed deeply to her. Bridget noticed a few faces, the rest of her friends, Brother Genetivi, Teagan, Isolde…it seemed like anyone Bridget had ever helped was present for their wedding.
Alistair swallowed as Bridget slowly made her way towards him. There were many times when he found her at her most beautiful, the party with the Dalish, the first night they made love, in the heat of battle, and at the Satinalia celebration. But she completely knocked all of those out of the ring in her wedding gown. Alistair didn't even know if he had ever seen a woman so beautiful before in his life. (There would be another time that Alistair would fine his wife even more beautiful…but he did not know it yet). The way the dress subtly hugged her figure, but leaving so much to the imagination was just perfect. She was perfect…and because she was about to become his wife…he too, was perfect. At long last Bridget stood next to Alistair. Fergus kissed her hand and went to stand next to Leliana, who was off to the side, tears already streaming down her face. Grand Cleric Alexandra stepped forward and stood behind a table that had the Chant resting atop it. The string quartet silenced their instruments for the time being, and the nobles all took their seats once again. The elder woman smiled at them both as she cleared her throat.
"Let us begin with a prayer to the Maker, thanking him for all of his blessings, as this very ceremony is a blessing in itself."
Everyone bowed their heads as Alexandra said a prayer and asked for the Maker's blessing for Alistair's and Bridget's union. While she began to recite the marriage specific part of the Chant, Alistair stared into Bridget's eyes…and smiled warmly. She smiled back at him, her eyes sparkling and her hair gleaming in the sunlight that spilled in through the large windows. Alexandra turned to Alistair and nodded.
"If you would say your vows." She said.
Alistair nodded and took a deep breath. He licked his lips and swallowed.
"On this day, I ask you to be my wife, Bridget Cousland. I ask you to join me in the many adventures life brings us, to enjoy the daybreak of every morning…and the sunset of every evening. From this day forth I vow to love you, to honor you, and to grant your every wish. I vow to nurse you when you are ill…to comfort you when you are sad…and to be by your side until I join the Maker once again. Will you take me?"
Bridget nodded as Zevran stepped forward and handed Alistair her wedding band.
"I do." She whispered.
Alistair grinned and slowly slid the golden band that bound them together, that represented their love for each other onto her finger.
"Then with this ring I wed thee, and promise to honor my vows to you for the rest of my life. Never will I leave your side, never will I stop loving you, and never will I leave you alone were you cannot find me."
Bridget swallowed as a tear escaped her and rolled down her cheek slowly. She held Alistair's hands in hers and took a deep breath to say her vows.
"On this day, I ask you to be my husband, Alistair Therin. I will join you on the adventure that is life and all of its ups and downs. I vow to love you, to honor you, and to be by your side for the rest of my life. Destiny and love brought us together, and no force on Thedas could tear us apart. If you will take me I will gladly follow you wherever you may go. Will you take me?"
Alistair grinned and nodded.
"I do, with all my heart."
Bridget sniffled slightly as she slid the larger golden band onto Alistair's finger. She bit her lip to suppress the squeal of delight she wanted to let out and looked up into those warm honey colored eyes that she fell in love with.
"Then with this ring I wed thee…and I promise to honor my vows for the rest of my life. I will never leave you, never stop loving you. I will always stand by you, no matter what."
Alexandra said another blessing as a small tiara was placed on Bridget's head, signifying her place as Alistair's queen, and then cleared her throat.
"If any object to this union, now is your chance to speak…or else forever hold your tongue."
Alistair and Bridget didn't have to glance worriedly at the crowd as they knew that everyone was okay with their union. After a moment of silence, save for the occasional sniffle, Alexandra turned her attention back to Bridget and Alistair and smiled.
"By the will of the Maker, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride, Majesty."
Alistair grinned and turned to Bridget. He leaned forward just as she did and tilted her head to the side. Alistair rested his hand on the crook of her neck as he claimed Bridget's mouth in a slow, romantic kiss. The nobles broke out into fits of cheers and shouts of good will. The string quartet began to play another song as Alistair and Bridget pulled apart, giggling and smiling at each other. They turned to face the nobles on the ground and in the stands and Bridget hooked her arm under Alistair's. They slowly began to walk back down the aisle and towards the dining hall. Once there, Alistair and Bridget sat at the head table and feasted on a variety of wonderfully cooked meals ranging from chicken and potatoes to cakes and pastries. They spoke briefly with a few nobles who wished them all the luck in the world before Alistair whisked Bridget into the middle of the room to have their first dance. Again the quartet played "In Uthenera", only this time, Leliana accompanied them providing the vocals. Alistair pulled Bridget close to his chest and rested on hand on the small of her back whilst he held her other hand up and out.
"You are so beautiful, my wife." He whispered, her new title tingling against his lips.
Bridget smiled up at Alistair, blushing slightly.
"You are very handsome yourself…my husband." She replied.
They spun around and laughed softly. Alistair rested his forehead against hers and grinned.
"We finally did it! We're married now! I must say I'm already loving every bit of being married to you, my love."
Bridget chuckled and nodded. She kissed him softly before pulling back and whispering,
"Just wait until later tonight…you will not find yourself unsatisfied…my king."
Alistair grinned devilishly and tightened his hold around her.
"Neither will you…my queen."
The weeks leading up to the wedding, Alistair had been reading Zevran's book like it was the Chant itself. He never knew there was so much he and Bridget hadn't done…and intended to pull a few surprises on her later that evening. The hours continued to pass by slowly, which Alistair was unhappy about. All he wanted to do was carry Bridget up to their room and have his wicked way with her. At this point he lost count of exactly how many nobles he had talked to, but often looked up to see Bridget in the distance smiling at him albeit a little wickedly. He caught her gaze after speaking to Eamon briefly and noted that she ate the strawberry that she was holding in a rather suggestive manner; there she went teasing him again! Blast it all but he wanted to drag her away then and there! At long last the nobles began to return to their own estates. Eamon looked over at Alistair and made his way towards him, clearing his throat when he stood close enough. Alistair turned and looked at him, drawing his brows together.
"Can I leave yet?" he asked.
Eamon chuckled and nodded.
"Yes, Alistair…I believe you are free to start your wedding night." He replied.
Alistair grinned and quickly strode over to where Bridget was talking to Fergus.
"So my baby sister is now the queen of Fereldan! That must entitle me to some perks, right?" he chuckled.
Bridget smiled and shook her head.
"You never change. Thank you so much for escorting me, Fergus. You don't know how much that meant to me."
Fergus hugged her and smiled.
"Anything for you, sister…now I must take my leave as I am rather tired after today's events and your husband looks like he wants to rip your dress off of you right where you stand. Goodnight!"
Bridget chuckled and turned to find Alistair standing behind her, blushing furiously.
"Maker do I really look like I want to do that? Which I mean don't get me wrong, I do well…not literally rip your dress, it is pretty after all and,"
Bridget placed a finger to his lips and shook her head.
"Fergus was just teasing, my love. I've noticed that the nobles are starting to leave…and I saw you speaking with Eamon just moments ago. I take it we're free to retire for the evening?"
Alistair grinned and nodded.
"Yes, most definitely." He replied.
Bridget smiled.
"Wonderful. Why don't you head to our room…I'm going to make a quick run to my room and I'll join you there in just a few minutes." She stated.
Alistair, not sure why Bridget would have to stop at her room, furrowed his brow but nodded anyway.
"Right, meet you there!" he whispered.
Alistair smiled as he turned and walked quickly towards the exit and down the hall. After going up the few flights of stairs he barged into his room and immediately set off to removing his doublet. He removed the belt and doublet with care and draped them over the nearby chair where his shirt soon joined them. Alistair then sat to remove his boots and made quick work of them. He then poured some of the wine that Zevran had given him into the two goblets and then sat in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he did so. Alistair removed the little black book from it's hiding place to scan over a few pages while he waited for Bridget. He wanted to make sure that he knew exactly what he was doing when he set out to ravish her body and soul…but he quickly stuffed it back underneath the chair cushion when he heard a knock at the door. He was on his feet in a matter of seconds and hurried to the door and opened it. Alistair turned to cast his eyes on her and smiled warmly as he took in her figure. Bridget wore a long, silken robe that stretched all the way to her feet. It had many intricate designs sewn into it and hugged her curves in all the right places. Alistair also noticed that she wore a small veil atop her head. It was not the one she wore during their wedding, however. Perhaps it went along with her robe?
Before she could step inside the room, Alistair closed the space between them and lifted her into his arms. He carried her over the threshold and kicked the door shut with his foot before spinning around the room about three times, setting her to her feet.
Bridget giggled but then shook her head as she tried to become somewhat serious.
"Husband." She said seductively as she nodded towards him.
Alistair and took her into his arms. He dipped his head to hers.
"Wife." He whispered against her lips before claiming them in a slow, romantic kiss. Bridget smiled against his lips and slipped her tongue out, probing his lips only for a second before Alistair opened his mouth wider for their tongues to meet again at last. They stroked each other slowly, as if getting to know one another again. Bridget pulled her head back and broke the kiss, taking in a deep breath of air as she did so. Alistair breathed out, his breath tickling her lips as he pulled back slightly, enough for Bridget to run her hands down his chest. Alistair ran his hands down her sides and hips. Bridget noted the redness in his face and tipped her head to the side.
"Something wrong? You're not nervous are you? I mean…I'd say we're two seasoned pros at this old sport by now…wouldn't you?"
Alistair laughed heartily and shook his head.
"Oh no, I'm not nervous, I was just thinking that well…perhaps we should try a few new things tonight?"
Bridget raised her eyebrows.
"Oh? What kinds of new things, I wonder?" she purred.
Alistair gave her that lopsided grin that she fell in love with and made his way towards the dresser.
"That is for me to know and for you to find out. First, however, I want to have a toast." He said.
Alistair handed her one of the goblets as he took the other one. He turned to look at her and grinned.
"To celebrating the beginning of the rest of our lives together." He whispered before he clinked his glass to hers. Bridget smiled and took a few sips of the wine. Alistair placed his glass on the end table next to the bed and turned back to her. Bridget placed hers back on the dresser.
"Why don't you sit on the edge of the bed there, my love?" she asked.
Alistair, not sure what she was up to but very eager to find out, did as she asked and sat on the end of the bed. Bridget turned her back to him and slowly began to pull at the laces that held her robe together, looking over her shoulder at her eager husband.
"I think you're going to be very pleased with my…outfit of choice." She stated.
Alistair grinned sheepishly.
"If by outfit you mean absolutely nothing but your bare skin then yes I will be very pleased." He replied.
Bridget smirked and pulled at the last string before she slowly lowered one side of the robe off of her shoulder.
"Well…I am not completely bare…I do have a little something on…but that doesn't mean that you will find yourself disappointed."
Alistair's eyes widened as Bridget dropped the rest of the robe. It pooled at her feet, leaving her completely exposed to his thirsty eyes…and boy did they drink up the sight before him. He was already partly aroused already from the excitement of it all and the few pages he read in that book…but seeing Bridget before him strained against his breeches. He took a brief moment to think over what Bridget meant by a 'little something' surely you couldn't call what she was wearing clothes…there was hardly anything there! Alistair swept his eyes over her back which was covered by a skintight, sheer mesh. That fabric stretched to the small of her back where it then became three layers of ruffles, nearly covering all of her bottom. He could just make out her small clothes under them and realized that they were made completely out of white lace. His eyes continued their trail from her bottom to the backs of her thighs which, he noticed she wore a garter on each leg that was the tops to her white, sheer stockings.
Bridget turned around then and leaned up against the dresser, smiling at the look on Alistair's face. His mouth was slightly ajar, and she could've sworn she saw a little hint of saliva escaping the corner of his mouth.
Alistair swallowed as he was now blessed with the frontal view of his wife's body. Her breasts were held securely in her garment and were pushed together and forward it seemed. The cloth covering her breasts was a tad bit thicker than the rest of the lingerie, but just under her breasts it turned sheer and see-through once again. The garment had a cut out that left Bridget's naval and the rest of her lower body exposed…and Alistair was able to determine that she was indeed wearing lace undergarments.
Bridget chuckled.
"Careful my dear, you may catch a fly in your mouth." She stated.
Alistair blinked and shook his head, tearing his gaze away from her lower region and forcing himself to look into her eyes. Bridget smiled and turned slowly, placing her hands on her hips and giving her bottom a little shake.
"Thoughts?" she asked.
Alistair blushed and cleared his throat.
"None pure…that's for sure." He replied in a cracked voice.
Bridget grinned as she turned back around and looked at him. She slowly walked forward, running her hands down her breasts and abdomen.
"Do you want to touch me, husband?" she asked seductively as her hands met at the junction of her thighs briefly before she slowly moved them back up her stomach and over her breasts again.
Alistair nodded, perhaps a little too quickly.
"More than I can possibly say." He replied, his voice becoming husky. Bridget smirked, loving every second of knowing how much power she had over him. She continued her slow pace until she stood in front of him. Bridget pushed Alistair against the bed and watched as he scrambled up to rest his back against the pillows. Bridget then climbed onto the bed and crawled towards Alistair on all fours, making his already burning red face deepen it's shade. She settled herself striding his waist and ground her hips into his, teasing him unmercifully. Alistair took a sharp breath when she did that and Bridget smiled at him. She caressed the side of his face as she lowered herself to his waiting form. Just inches from his lips she whispered,
"Then let us not waste another moment."
Bridget crashed her lips to Alistair's in a bruising kiss. His hands flew to her back and he roamed them up and down her tingling flesh, the sheer lingerie feeling absolutely lovely against his calloused hands. He moved his hips up towards hers as he gripped her bottom tightly in his hands, causing Bridget to gasp and then giggle in delight. She trailed her kisses down his jawline and neck, releasing her tongue to taste his salty skin. Bridget then broke the kiss and sat up. She took his large hands in hers and placed them over her breasts. Alistair took no time at all and began to massage them in his hands, squeezing gently and eliciting a pleased sigh from his wife. Alistair ran his thumbs over her perky mounds that were now straining against the sheer fabric. They were begging to be kissed, to be sucked…but before Alistair could lean up towards them, Bridget lowered herself back to his chest and kissed him passionately. Alistair grinned and closed his eyes as Bridget broke the kiss but returned her lips to his jawline and neck again, only this time she moved herself further down his body, splaying her kisses all across his chest, sucking and nipping at the heated skin. She moved lower and lower until the waistband of Alistair's trousers prevented her from going any further. Bridget lifted her head and smirked at her husband devilishly as she slowly slipped her finger under the laces of his breeches. Bridget raised her eyebrows.
"Not going to stop me?" she asked seductively.
Alistair opened his eyes and looked down at her. He blushed and broke their eye contact.
"Err well I…I thought you were going to…um…"
Bridget's eyes widened as she gasped playfully.
"But Alistair…that is so very naughty! Queens do not behave like that!" she exclaimed as she moved herself down his body and removed his trousers…and small clothes too.
Alistair blushed deeply and took a sharp intake of breath as he was now exposed to his wife's sparkling eyes. His lips then turned up into a sly grin as he looked down at her where she was studying his length. Bridget trailed the tip of her finger against his manhood, making Alistair shiver in delight.
"But you're not like other queens…" he breathed, trying to regain at least some control over himself.
Bridget pulled the sheet over her head like a tent, gazing up at Alistair as she did so. She lowered herself to his flat, toned stomach and splayed a few kisses there…inching her way closer and closer to his throbbing manhood as she did so. She nipped his hip bone and then placed a soft kiss there, inching closer and closer… She cast her eyes up at her love again and grinned.
"You're right…I'm not like other queens…" she said matter-of-factly as she pulled the sheet completely over her head.
Alistair's breathing hitched and quickened as his heart slammed against his chest. Maker his wife was doing such…such incredible yet bad, bad things to him…surely this was a sin! Honestly in that moment, however, Alistair didn't care…he couldn't even think! He was quite sure that if he died right there in that moment, he would die a very, very happy man. Although, it was hard to think about anything else as the only thing that was on his mind was his wife…and that skilled, silky tongue of hers. Alistair gripped the bed sheets and clenched his eyes shut as he moved his hips forward and back, his skin breaking out into a sweat. The feel of her mouth on him, taking him in…it was all too much to bear. Alistair groaned loudly as he arched his back, his climax tore through him mercilessly, leaving him trembling in pleasure. Bridget emerged from beneath the sheet and kissed her way back up his chest. She moved to straddle his waist again and, once she sat comfortably atop him, she grabbed Alistair's goblet of wine that rested on the end table and downed the rest of it's contents. A few drops fell from the cup and landed on his chest, which Bridget made quick work of with her tongue. Alistair noted her flushed face and noticed that her blush stretched all the way down her neck and towards the tops of her breasts. He smiled and relaxed comfortably against the soft mattress, resting his hands behind his head and sighing contently. Bridget smiled and placed her goblet back on the end table.
"Like that did you?" she asked as she returned her attention to him, caressing the side of his face.
Alistair removed his hands from behind his head and trailed his fingers up and down her arms slowly, leaving her skin tingling for more in their wake. He then lifted her slightly, enough to where he could roll atop her, which he did. Alistair sat on his knees as Bridget moved her legs to lay on either side of his hips. He ran his hands up her stocking covered legs, trailing his fingertips against the sheer mesh.
Alistair blushed and nodded.
"Yes…but now it's my turn…"
He lowered his face to her lips and kissed her passionately, tangling their tongues together as one danced with the other in a familiar tune. Alistair slowly began to pull away, but sucked on Bridget's bottom lip as he did so. He broke the kiss and stared into her cloudy eyes. Bridget smiled up at him as she slowly lowered her hands down his back, along the length of his spine, causing Alistair to shiver in delight. He rubbed his rough thumb against her cheek and took a moment to appreciate the softness of her skin beneath the pad of his thumb. He removed the small veil she wore and tossed it behind him. Alistair smiled at her sweetly, noting the flush in her face, the way her golden tresses were splayed against the pillows, the red tint to her plump, luscious lips, red as a rose from the ferocity of their kisses. Alistair lowered himself back to his wife and nuzzled her neck, leaving hot little kisses along her neck and across her collar bone where he also released his tongue to taste her sweet skin. Alistair noted that the feel of her lingerie against his skin was very delightful, but that didn't mean he was going to let her wear it for much longer. He buried his face in her breasts and kissed, nipped, and sucked at them through the sheer fabric, making Bridget release the most enticing little noises. Soft giggles, complacent sighs, pleasured moans, all of them causing Alistair to get more aroused by the second. He finally tore his lips away from her breasts and continued southward with his lips while his hands rubbed and toyed with her breasts, gently squeezing them in his large hands.
Alistair kissed her naval and then encircled it with his tongue before he continued lower. At her lace underwear he ran his nose along the front of them, breathing in Bridget's delicious scent. His lips then touched her inner thigh; placing little kisses here and there and drawing them down before her garter stopped him. Alistair sat up then and removed the stockings from her legs, tossing them behind him and out of the way. Alistair grinned at his wife as he lifted one of her legs and placed his lips to her ankle, then slowly drew them back up. He made sure her other leg was not neglected and moved his hand up its shapely form. His lips made it back to her inner thigh eventually and once they had, Alistair hooked his fingers beneath her lace panties and pulled them down slowly. Alistair looked back up at Bridget to see her blushing and grinning widely. She quirked her brow as she stared at him.
"Wicked, wicked man." She breathed, knowing exactly what he intended to do next.
Alistair chuckled.
"Yes, yes I am." He replied as he placed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, kissing just a bit higher this time.
Bridget suppressed her pleasured chuckle and curled her toes in delight as Alistair slipped his tongue forward. Bridget closed her eyes and bit her lip as she arched slightly to her husband's probing tongue. She breathed out his name as he swirled it once and her breath hitched slightly as he continued to stroke her, but before long he pulled away and kissed her naval again. Alistair moved himself back up his wife's body and kissed her lips slowly, lovingly, delving his tongue inside and letting it dance briefly with hers before he pulled it out. He let out a ragged breath as Bridget shifted below him slightly, pressing herself up against his arousal. Alistair pulled back and looked at her.
"How do I get this off of you?" he asked.
Bridget rolled over onto her stomach and moved her hair out of the way revealing the laces that held the lingerie together.
"Try not to tangle these, love. I really do love this piece of lingerie, and my guess is that you do as well."
Alistair chuckled as he slowly began to unlace the back of the garment. It came apart easily and he wasted no time removing it from Bridget's form. Bridget moved to roll back over, but Alistair held her still.
"Sit up on your knees for me." He stated.
Bridget did as Alistair asked and grinned when she felt his calloused hands clamp around her breasts from behind while his lips kissed the tip of her ear before his tongue ran along it's outer shell and then nibbled on her earlobe, causing Bridget to gasp. She felt his arousal at the small of her back and pressed in against it making her husband groan. Bridget could tell he was beginning to lose his self-restraint. Alistair released her breasts and snaked his hands down the front of her stomach. He cupped her womanhood briefly before pulling his hands back to rest on her hips. The image of the couple in the book that Zevran had given him flashed before his eyes and Alistair smiled.
"Lean forward on your hands." He whispered huskily.
Bridget did so, biting her lip in anticipation. She had a feeling where this was going, but didn't bother asking. Alistair swallowed and moved himself behind his wife, resting his hands on her hips. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward only slightly. Bridget moaned softly and whispered his name, giving Alistair all the encouragement he needed to push forward until he was completely sheathed inside of her. Bridget arched her back slightly towards him as she shifted slightly to accommodate him.
"Oh Alistair…mmm…where did you learn how to do this?" she asked, a little breathless. Alistair slowly moved his hips back, but then pushed them forward again, slowly and lovingly.
"A book that Zevran was kind enough to give me as a wedding present." He replied as he moved his hands over her bottom, noting that he had a very nice view from his position and then moved his hands back to her hips. Alistair leaned over his love and kissed her shoulder as he continued to move his hips. Bridget rocked her hips in time with his, letting her head lull back and rest against his shoulder. He earned another moan from her as he reached for her breast and held it in his hands, splaying kisses against her shoulders and back. She smiled as she put all her weight to one arm, snaking her hand down to briefly hold Alistair's hand over her breast but then moved it down further, across her abdomen and further still. She gently touched where they were joined and Alistair groaned loudly. Having to hold her own weight plus most of Alistair's proved too much for Bridget's arm and it fell. She landed against the mattress and giggled as Alistair stilled himself.
"Maker are you alright?" he asked.
Bridget nodded and rolled her hips back.
"Yes…don't stop Alistair, please…" she breathed.
That was all he needed to here as he resumed his thrusts. Bridget clenched her eyes shut and drew her brows together as she gripped the edge of the bed. She bent her leg and moved it upwards slightly to take in as much of her husband as she could. He huffed and grunted against her ear as his thrusts became erratic. Suddenly, Alistair pulled himself out completely, making Bridget swivel around to look at him. He quickly flipped her over onto her back and gripped her hips, lifting her bottom up to him. Bridget's cry of pleasure was muffled as Alistair slid into her in one fell swoop, locking his lips with hers as he did so. Bridget tightened her legs around his waist, arching her back trying to get as physically close to him as she could. When Alistair broke the kiss, Bridget quickly pushed up against him, causing him to fall backwards against the large mattress. She gripped his shoulders as she swiveled her hips, biting her lip hard as Alistair dug his fingers into her flesh, his eyes never leaving the vision of her swaying breasts as she moved over him. She didn't stay there for long, however, as Alistair pushed her back against the pillows, his thrusts coming erratically now. Bridget caught every thrust he gave her and threw it right back at him, gripping his hair in her hands… throwing her head back as he hit her repeatedly in just the right spot. Alistair then stilled and groaned loudly as his climax came again, her name tumbling from his lips. He trembled with release and Bridget arched against his chest, calling out his name as a million white spots exploded before her eyes as her own peak came. Alistair slumped forward, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He lifted his gaze and smiled at her before slowly pulling himself out of her depths and turning over onto his back. Both of them were quiet as their breath came in ragged gasps. Bridget snuggled up close to her husband and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Damn…that was hot." She huffed.
Alistair laughed and turned to look down at her. He tilted her chin up towards him with the tips of his fingers and claimed her mouth in a slow kiss before pulling back slightly and bumping his nose against hers. Bridget grinned and kissed him deeply, moving over him and resting her body against his.
"Blunt much?" he asked with a laugh.
Bridget shrugged.
"I'm just being honest!" she exclaimed.
Alistair chuckled and caressed the side of her face, pushing some of her hair behind her ear that wanted to cling to her damp skin.
"I believe it was called 'mabari style', the part when I was behind you anyway. I guess we know why we haven't seen much of Zeus lately now that Lola's responded to his advances. We're bound to have little pups running amuck soon enough!" he replied.
Bridget smiled and placed a kiss to the end of his nose. She held his face in her hands and looked into his eyes.
"Maybe if we keep it up we'll have our own children running about at some point." She whispered.
Alistair smiled warmly up at her and rolled over so that Bridget rested against the mattress. He lowered his face to hers and claimed her mouth slowly, rubbing a hand over her breast absentmindedly. He broke the kiss and grinned as she settled her legs on the sides of his hips.
"Perhaps we will…and you know, since it is supposedly so difficult for two Wardens to have a child…wouldn't that mean you and I would have to try very…frequently?"
Bridget's lips curved up into a smile as hooked her leg between his knee and flipped them, settling herself atop her husband once again.
"Ooh yes…I would think more than once a day, wouldn't you, husband dearest?"
Alistair grinned and rested his hands on her bottom.
"I daresay you are onto something, my wife."
Bridget chuckled.
"I do have several other pieces of lingerie that are just begging to be worn…some of them very naughty lingerie…but I will save them for our honeymoon. I am glad we're going to Orlais…but I'm afraid we won't be seeing much of the city herself."
Alistair raised his eyebrows.
"And why is that?" he asked.
Bridget grinned and kissed him heatedly before pulling back.
"Because I intend to keep you locked away in the bedroom with me, I'll even tie you to the bedposts if I have to."
Alistair chuckled.
"Oh that's so terribly bad of you, my queen. I may have to punish you for such risqué talk."
Bridget kissed him again and then bent to his ear. She flicked it with her tongue and whispered,
"Then by all means give me a spanking, my king. I will admit I've been very naughty this evening…"
Alistair rolled her off of him and held her securely to his chest laying on his side. He kissed her slowly and pulled away, grinning sheepishly.
"Maker I love you, Bridget."
Bridget smiled and kissed him back.
"I love you too, Alistair." She whispered.
They remained in each other's arms for the rest of the night, giggling, sleeping, waking up to make love once again…
They were blissful and happy, completely content. Alistair had finally married the woman that had captured his heart from the moment he saw her, and Bridget had a family in him once again…They both looked forward to their honeymoon, but neither of them knew what would be waiting for them once returning back to Fereldan.
The pressure for an heir to the throne was evident…and Bridget and Alistair found that they were about to face their most difficult task of all.
A/N: Well…I'm off to hide in my corner of shame for that love scene…but I hope you all enjoyed it as it was not easy to write, and I hope you enjoyed the rest of the chapter as well! Now as you can tell there's still more to come and I'll try and get on that as soon as I can! Thanks again so much for reading/reviewing and adding this story to your favorites and alerts! I'll try and have the next chapter up as soon as possible! :)
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