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In good times and in bad	By : kruemel Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 14749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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PookatheCat's very own version of what happens after the threesome.

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Maker... I am dying.
My head feels like Wade put it on his anvil, hammering around on it with brutal force. My whole body is sore, muscles tight and aching and I have a foul taste in my mouth next to that swollen, furry and dry thing that I believe is my tongue.
Groaning I open my eyes as much as I dare and squeeze them shut again when bright sunlight pierces them. With much effort I roll to one side, expecting the warm female body next to me to be Rori's. Instead I stare stupidly at a dark skinned, dark haired beauty. She's fast asleep and doesn't even stir when I hurry to escape from her embrace.
Huh?
Panicking I roll away from the woman and out of bed, almost landing on top of Rori who has curled up on the wooden floor with a blanket. It cannot hide that she is as naked as I and the exotic stranger.
Merciful Andraste... what has happened?
As getting up proves impossible, I wrap myself around Rori, covering her with as much of my body as possible, while my bleary mind tries to make sense of the situation, of the empty bottles, cards and clothes littering the floor, of some strange object looking like a vase and of Zevran sleeping on one of the two divans in the room that seems to be the cabin of a ship... At least the elf wears his pants. That's somewhat comforting...
Rori is the only thing that seems real in this chaotic mess, so I hold on to her as I try to remember... and then wish I hadn't tried so hard... Oh, Andraste, help me...
The memory comes crushing back at me like a tidal wave. I crane my neck to cast a look at the sleeping pirate queen sprawled across the bed... Oh Maker, I feel so sick... I did... I had... I had sex with another woman! Oh blast!
And that's only the beginning. Not that much later when everybody is up and more or less awake, things get even worse.
Rori, after having been violently sick with Zev holding back her hair while she was bent over that bucket, unsuccessfully tries to put on her archdemon socks. She hasn't said a single word to me, hasn't even looked at me ever since she woke up enough to take in her surroundings and recall last nights events. When I try to help her with the socks she turns away. The way her shoulders tremble I can tell she's crying. It couldn't hurt more if she had stabbed me right in the heart with her dagger. Zevran pats my shoulder sympathetically before he takes over and helps her get dressed. She's muttering protests but doesn't try to fend him off like she has done with me. Turning that dagger in the still bleeding wound now, isn't she?
Then Isabela comes to make things even worse. She's awfully cheerful when my world just seems to be crumbling down.
"Why didn't you join us, Zevran? I almost missed you." The pirate queen throws an apple at him that the elf catches easily. The one thrown at me hits my head. I don't even attempt to catch it as I am busy trying to make Rori take notice of me so that I could talk to her. She refuses, though, to even acknowledge I exist. Maker! She must at least give me the chance to explain and apologize! She must!
"You had your hands full with those two, Isabela," the elf remarks dryly.
"Oh, I could have handled one more," Isabela laughs in between noisily munching her apple. Lack of self-confidence certainly is none of Isabela's problems.
"You, yes, I have no doubt about that. Them? no way."
Isabela shrugs. "You have no idea what you missed. They were quite eager students. Especially the cute chantry boy. The ginger, well, she was alright. Cute in every way. But that little templar... mhmm... quite a natural talent." Then, beaming broadly, she chooses to pull Rori to her feet and take both her hands in hers, trying to dance her around once more. That Rori shakes her off at once doesn't bother the pirate. "My dear, you wouldn't consider leaving Alistair with me?" the pirate queen asks with a seductive smile. "Would you perhaps let me borrow him for a week in the summer? I am sure we can work out a deal..."
"No!" Rori almost jumps in her face. The pirate is so taken by surprise she stumbles backwards. Her retreat, the fact that Rori hardly can stand on her own feet and Zevran holding her back, saves Isabela from having her eyes scratched out.
"Whoa! Someone's being unreasonably jealous this morning," the Rivaini comments when Rori pulls free from Zevran's grasp and storms out of the cabin, toppling over her own feet and up the stairs. "Well, you aren't her possession, right? What do you say?"
"Huh? Err... no?" I am too busy feeling miserable and trying to make sense of Rori's behaviour, I hardly listen to the pirate babbling something about wet frocks. As if I cared about wet frocks right now! I’ve really got other things to worry about!
"Just give her some time and space, Alistair, my friend." The elf holds me back and hands a mug of coffee to me when I start to go after Rori. "She needs to figure this out for herself."
"Figure this out? What... what do you mean?" I squeak, panicking at the thought of what Rori could possible have to make up her mind about. She won't... she won't break up with me because... Merciful Andraste! I am so dizzy, my knees give way and If not for Zevran helping me to sit down, I'd have dropped down like a dead man where I stood.
I sit on the divan, my head is killing me and I am just a mess. Zevran is patting my back and listens to me telling him over and over again what a stupid inconsiderate idiot I am. Maker's Breath! I slept with another woman right in front of Rori... sure, she took part... but... that doesn't make it any better, does it? And I can't even remember half of what has happened. A horrible thought courses my mind... Andraste's flaming sword... Zevran was there, too!
"Did you... did you touch her?" I ask, sounding hollow. I do not dare to look at the elf. I am afraid of what I could see in his eyes. The mere thought of him and Rori together is excruciating. Her being with another woman... it isn't anything I feel especially thrilled about... well, I do feel thrilled but not like that... oh blast, I wish I could make sense of this. Her with a woman, that's something I think I can handle... Her with another man. I see red. I'd gladly kill that bastard with my bare hands! No wonder Rori is mad at me.
"You really think I would take advantage of a drunken teenage girl who doesn't know what she's doing?" Zevran seldom sounds offended no matter what insult you throw at him. Now he does. Seriously.
"Sorry," I mutter. This seems to be the day when I trample around on other people's emotions.
"It's alright," the elf says amiably, patting my arm. "Most people at least once in their lives experience that moment when they wake up after a drunken night and find they've done something stupid."
"No kidding." I’m experiencing that moment right now.
"I once woke next to three Qunari and a bear...," the elf goes on.
"A... bear?"
"A dancing bear. My ass was so sore..." That's the moment when I hastily flee from the cabin. I should be going after Rori anyway to at least make sure she doesn't fall over the railing. "Alas, I take it you don't want to hear that story in detail," the chuckling elf calls after me.
I find Rori sitting on a heap of hawsers on deck of Isabela's ship. She has a dirty blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She's looking so small, so vulnerable and so miserable, it makes my heart bleed. I have to force my legs to cross the distance and make myself sit down beside of her.
"I'm sorry," I murmur, my voice not sounding like my own. No wonder when I don't feel much like myself right now.
It takes her a while and I already fear she's going to ignore me again, but then she looks up at me with a shy smile. Her eyes are puffed and red. "There's nothing you have to be sorry for," she whispers hoarsely. "We both participated in... that."
"But... you are mad at me?"
"No!" she cries. "Yes..." She hides her face in her hands, then in utter frustration pulls at her hair. "Oh Maker!" She jumps to her feet, throwing off the blanket, and begins to pace. "I shouldn't be mad at you. I shouldn't be jealous..." She wrings her hands and stomps her feet. She so looks like a mad little imp, it almost makes me laugh at how cute she is in the fact she is upset about herself. "It feels like I betrayed you and... as if I was betrayed by you... I know you did nothing wrong considering the... circumstances. But I can't help it... it hurts..." Rori places her hands over her heart. "In here."
"I... I think I understand." I wish I had never met that pirate. I won't deny it was... exciting, hot... just wow! But now... now it's just wrong. If I could undo it, I would. This is so not worth it. "I feel so guilty."
"Me, too." Rori slumps back down next to me and I wrap the blanket around her again. She still avoids looking at me but stares at her hands, kneading her fingers nervously. "Did you...," she finally blurts out, her voice fading when she struggles to find the right words. "Was it... was she... did you enjoy it with her... more than you do with me?"
Oh Maker! She is so timid, her voice so small I can hardly hear her over the sound of the wind and the sea. When she looks at me briefly her eyes are wide, sad and frightened and she casts them down quickly again, blinking frantically to hold back the tears.
"No! No, Rori, never... It was... different. I love you... I... oh Maker!" How can she even think I would... Okay, forget that. I do see where that thought comes from. If it had been her and Zevran, the skilled womanizer, I'd be as insecure as she is now. I haven't yet forgotten how worried I was about my own inexperience when we had just come together. How I wondered if she preferred a more adept lover. "Can you ever... forgive me?"
Finally she faces me, taking her hands in mine. "Alistair, this is not your fault. Not anymore than it is mine... I'm just confused... and stupidly jealous... Blaming you is wrong. I shouldn't have treated you so badly... Please forgive me... I just don't feel like myself right now... This is so... alien." She leans against me and I wrap my arms around her. I am so utterly relieved I almost forget how awful and miserable I feel.
"It's alright. I know what you mean." Confused, alien, yes, that's a rather apt description of my own state of mind.
"I will never get drunk again," Rori sighs, snuggling closer to me as she nuzzles my neck. "You need a bath," she observes. "I need one, too. Phew... I stink."
"You're certainly right about that."
"Charming!" Laughing, Rori punches my arm, then ruffles my hair. Her smile is full of warm affection when she beams at me, but fades all too quickly back into that insecurity she has developed around me after last night. Isabela landed quite a blow. Rori has to feel rather insufficient. Really, that's usually my part. Thinking she's more than I deserve, believing her to be too good for me. "Sooo," she says meekly, biting her lips as she casts a shy look at me. "You don't want to be borrowed by that pirate this summer?"
"Ahh, well...." I can't help the lopsided grin that appears on my face. "Not that the idea of being borrowed isn't terribly fascinating... you, know, breasts, firm buttocks, wet frocks..." The way Rori glares at me she's considering to have me keelhauled. So much for my attempt to make her laugh. "Let's not forget the darkspawn. There may not be a week in the summer. Or any summer."
"You go on like that and the darkspawn are the last thing you should be worried about, boy," Rori growls. She sounds more like a frightened kitten than like a roaring lioness, though. "Your lack of summers will not be due to them."
"Too bad," I sigh and really manage to sound utterly devastated. "I was already picturing you and me sailing into the sunset, the cool breeze caressing our heated skin..."
She punches my arm again, harder this time. "You're such a... silly tease of a man! And I love you. The Maker only knows why!"
"Because of my irresistible charm, my rugged handsomeness and my amazing bedroom skills?"
"Because all of that and so much more," she admits with a sad smile.
"Hey, kitten." I lift her chin so that she has to look at me with her blue blue eyes. "You alone reside in my heart." I take her small hand and press it to my chest. "For always and forever." I bite my tongue in time before I can add something really dramatic like: Only death can tear us apart. I doubt that would sit well with her at the moment. Not when she's reduced to such a mess.
"Oh Maker! Are you two done now?" Isabela's voice sounds from behind us.
"Isabela!" Zevran scolds her.
"What? I've never been much into tearjerkers."
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