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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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"Isn't the mattress soft enough, your Highness?" Rori teases when she comes to my room after a brief discussion of the rather unpleasant situation in Eamon's study. Part of this discussion was Eamon beseeching Rori and me to keep it low. So she actually has her own room. Seems, though, she has no intention to use it. I'm certainly not going to complain. Sure, she catches me jumping around on my bed like a little boy to test the mattress...
The arl used to come here in the winter when I was small. I, uh... slept with the hounds. And now servants show me to my own room with my own bed... It's not Rori's name that the servants react to, like last time when we were in Denerim and just showed up at the front door... No, this is about me. Many here still know me as the little boy who spent his nights in the kennels... now they call me Your Highness and Prince Alistair ...it feels so... unreal.
"Something was poking me indeed," I grin foolishly.
The bitter anger and deep felt sadness, she has been caught in ever since meeting Howe and Loghain, have vanished from Rori's expression at the sight of my sportive activities. Now she smiles - although it's a rather small and crooked smile.
"Perhaps a pea, my prince?" Rori kicks off her boots to join me hopping around on the huge four-poster bed. "Peas can be rather sneaky."
"Most likely," I sigh, deeply devastated by the cruelty of the world in general and peas in particular. "I am just not made for the harshness of life."
We fool around a bit and find out, even Rori, peewee that she is, can jump high enough to hit the canopy with her head. And with her feet, too, when doing a sumersault. We also recover our ability to laugh ourselves to tears rather quickly when Rori, finding herself disarmed in our epic pillow fight, retrieves the first thing she can grab from her backpack and finds herself pointing the flogger at me.
"Unfair!" That's what I get for challenging a rogue... I need a rearmament... and quickly grab the first thing I can get hold off...
Pillow in one hand, golem control rod in the other, I'm ready to fend her off. My weapon of choice proves rather effective. The mere sight of me wielding the rod causes Rori to collapse in a gigglefit. I don't wait for her to recover but take advantage of her weakened condition, wrestle Zevran's dirty toy from her, pin her to the mattress and crush my lips against hers...
Then everything kinda happens real fast... and what can I say? A four-poster bed, these decorative braided cords dangling from the canopy, one squealing and giggling and by now stark naked girl, it's just too tempting... and that sight of Rori tied to that bed and completely at my mercy... hmmm... and then there's Zevran's fly flap...
I have no clue how to use it and I do not want to hurt Rori. This thing didn't come with a manual, you know... So I guess, we have to find out for ourselves... The only other option was to ask the deviant elf... and... uhm... I'd rather not... I already get flustered thinking about it.
So it's fooling around a bit for now, teasing her, letting her feel the softness of the leather but not its bite... Maker's breath, she's so beautiful, sprawled across the mattress with her wrists shackled to the bed, shuddering whenever the leather touches her. I move the leather strands across her breasts and belly, teasingly slap them against her womanhood.
Turning her around, Rori lies prone with her wirsts still tied. I run the flogger down her spine, bringing my palm down on her buttocks at the same time. My fingers slip between her legs, stroking her, while I whip her across her back a few times, carefully first, then with more strength behind each blow until I have her squirming and moaning in pleasure. She has turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, her face - like mine - all flushed and her eyes half closed.
When I look sideways, I can see our reflection in the mirror above the dressing table... I definitely have a thing for mirrors these days... I sporting a rather prominent erection, kneeling between Rori's legs, swinging the whip... Rori rolling her head from side to side, bucking her hips and arching her back at my ministration... Yep, mirrors are just awesome that way.
I tease her until she's close before entering her and making love to her from behind. She moans and gasps my name, making those cute mewing noises that sound like music to me. It's a roaring climax - for both of us...
Collapsing on top of Rori, all sweaty and spent, breathing ragged and a foolish grin plastered across my face, I tenderly kiss the back of her neck and inhale the verbena scent of her hair.
Maker! Life is beautiful!
And I have every intention to make it even more beautiful tonight... with even more steaming hot, mindnumbing sex...
When I flip Rori around to lie on her back again, she has dozed off. That woman is so tired lately, she can sleep anywhere and anytime... apparently.
Chuckling, I kiss her brow and her eyes, nuzzle her nose, bite her bottom lip, roam my hands across her body, whisper dirty talk into her ear - and feel extremely stupid and embarrassed while doing so... and it's probably not that dirty at all... and not that sexy because I begin to stutter in between and laugh foolishly... and all I get as a reply is Rori starting to snore softly.
Charming.
"You know how to make a man feel wanted, kitten," I chuckle as I untie her and wrap her in my arms, snuggling as close to her as possible.
The next morning I wake to my beloved fellow Warden fumbling her naked breasts...
Oh happy day!
She cups them, weighs them in her hands, squeezes them testingly and frowns in confusion.
Okay, maybe not that happy...
"They are so... big!" Rori greets me.
"Oh, yes, they are!" I agree, grinning stupidly at her truly magnificent bosom.
She swats at me. "That's not what I mean... they are... do you think they are bigger? Than yesterday, I mean."
"Uhm..." What kind of question is this? It sounds like one of those, Zevran warned me about. Questions women ask that you cannot give a right answer to. No matter what you say, it's wrong and she's going to be mad at you... Doom! "What makes you think so?" I grin nervously.
Rori is completely oblivious to my uneasiness. "They are so... heavy," she mutters, frowning some more as she stares down on her perfectly round and pale bosom with those beautiful pink nipples that remind me of little rosebuds. "Awfully heavy. And tight. And somewhat... hard. Can boobs grow over night?"
"Err... you are talking to Ser Never-licked-a-lamppost-in-winter-before-a-certain-redhead-came-along, remember?"
"Here, do you feel it?" She takes my hands and places them on her bosom. Oh Maker! I certainly do feel something hard and tight, but it's got nothing to do with her concerns. Only when she clears her throat, I get that she's been looking at me questioningly, while I just squeezed her breasts, grinning stupidly.
"Err... maybe a bit bigger? Everything else feels like it usually does..." That's when I brush my fingertips across her nipples. It's a caress as soft as a feather and still it has her moan out loud and shudder in reply. When I repeat it, she gasps and catches both my hands. "Does it hurt?"
"No..., it's just so... intense..."
"Uhm... what about that?" I circle my tongue around her nipple.
"Maker!" Rori breathes. She almost jumps right out of her skin.
Okay, that's new. Usually Rori likes it a bit rough. She doesn't mind being bitten or having me suck hard at her nipples, quite the contrary.
"Could it be yet another physical Grey Warden change?" Rori wonders.
"How should I know?" I mumble, hardly listening as I am still caressing her breasts.
"Duncan never mentioned anything like that?"
"Duncan? To me? About female breasts?" The mere thought has me blushing a deeper shade of crimson. It's not that the Grey Wardens never talked about...uhm... bosoms. Actually some of them talked about nothing much else, even compared to Zevran... but none ever said something like... that...
"Okay, forget that I asked." Silence. I look into her eyes, she looks into mine. Then she bites her lips oh so beautifully and I smile my lopsided foolish smile.
"Want me to find out if anything else changed?" I ask hopefully in a rather husky voice.
"A thorough examination?" Rori mutters against my lips.
From that point on one thing leads to another and soon I have my face buried between her legs, sucking at that little pebble there. Okay... I had to shackle Rori to the bed again because she was all like "I have to take a bath first!"... So I had to wrestle her down to stop her from climbing out of bed and leaving me waiting for ages... and now she tries very unsuccessfully to scowl at me and calls me a jerk repeatedly... which sounds quite cute when she fails to suppress her moans during her rant.
"Okay, wait here," I tell her when I have her all excited and tense. Not that she can go anywhere the way I've tied her up.
"W-wait?" Rori breathes. "Wh-what?... Hey! Where are you going? Alistair?" That look on her face... priceless! I can't help a smug grin as I deliberatedly slowly pour myself a glass of water and sip it even more slowly. Rori glowers at me. "Alistair," she says in a way that usually would have me run for cover as it implies she's going to throw something at me.
I almost choke on my drink. "Whoa! Keep cool! You use that look and that voice on the archdemon and it will run for the hills," I laugh, grab the golem control rod and hurry to climb back into bed.
"Alistair, what do you want with this?" Rori asks icily.
"What did you keep it for all the time?"
That question has her all flustered and squirming. Even her ears glow as she grins at me sheepishly, switching from furious to adorable within a heartbeat. "Err... uhm... nothing?" she squeaks, blushing down to her navel. "Ohhh... okay... fine... yes, I kept it because... but... but... I don't know..."
"You never thought about giving it a try?"
"Several times but..."
"Yes?"
"Then I began to wonder... uhm... you know, since it's Shale's... would she know?"
Errr... Huh? I look at that rod with different eyes now. Would the golem... feel... anything? That thought is... no, no, I don't even want to think about it! Maybe using that rod is not that good an idea after all...
"And actually... I really don't want anything inside of me but you," Rori adds timidly, looking at me with huge, round eyes.
I toss the rod aside immediately and unshackle her. "Kink gets overrated anyway."
Mind you, without a certain elven assassin who just can't keep his mouth shut and has to inform everybody and their dog about his amorous adventures, I would believe kink to be a special brew of dwarven ale.
"Three cheers for good old vanilla sex!" Rori giggles and lunges herself at me.
Without said elf she would believe vanilla sex to be an exotic Orlesian dessert.
"Three cheers?" I groan, finding myself pinned beneath my beloved fellow Warden. "All before breakfast? You didn't even have coffee yet!"
"Now you mention it... coffee tastes strange lately...," Rori ponders as she slowly begins to ride me. "I'm not sure I like it anymore."
"No coffee?" I moan. "You really should talk to Wynne, kitten. You have to be seriously ill."
So we cheer once before breakfast. Then Rori calls for the servants and we have breakfast in bed together instead of in the dining room with Eamon, Angus and our companions.
"Isn't that... rude?" I ask when several trays loaded with food arrive.
"You're going to be king," Rori reminds me, mug of fennel tea in hands. I can't believe she's really drinking that. It's gross. It's unnatural. It is so not Rori. "Kings have certain privileges." One of these privileges obviously includes being fed with cheese by a beautiful ginger while still lying in bed stark naked.
"Ugh, yeah, the king business." I pull a face.
"Still unhappy about it?"
"Unhappy?" I frown, trying to make sense of myself. That's nothing that comes easily. I hardly ever make sense to myself or anybody else. "I don't know. Scared, yes. But ever since we met Loghain, after what he said, how he acted... we have to stop this man! And if Anora is on his side, then there's probably really nobody but me... and this is even scarier... but... I have never turned away from battle like a coward... and that's why I cannot walk away from my responsibility as a claimant of the throne."
"But what do you really want?" Rori sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing no more than my shirt, her red curls a touseled mess, looks so adorable, it's real hard to not just beam at her foolishly but to actually have a conversation. Especially when it's one about the king-thing.
"Next to a liftetime supply of cheese?" I grin, but this time it just won't work. The time of hiding soon will be over. Decisions will be made and it's unlikely they will only be my own. To buy myself some time, I absentmindedly sip some tea - and find it's Rori's - bah! "It's not that easy, Rori."
"Regard it as a hypothetical question."
Okay, cards on the table, Alistair... "I think... I'd rather not become king. I'm not prepared for all this," I murmur, talking more to myself than to her. I do not expect her to understand how I feel. How could she? We are worlds apart here.
Having my own room, room service included, that's already freaking me out. I've never been part of this world, not like Rori. She's not aloof or something like that. But when she's amongst nobles, she just blends in... The way she talks changes... as long as she cares to pay attention to it and is not fuming angry... and she just is used to that kind of life... like she left her boots to be cleaned in front of the door last night. Or she just asks a bath to be prepared, having the servants run and heat the water for her. I was always told, never to expect this for myself - and I was quite okay with it.
And me focussing on such things like a hot bath and room service... yes, I am avoiding what really bothers me...
The ruling business. Governance. Politics. All the huge decisions to be made. A kingdom depending on me.
Merciful Andraste!
"Becoming a Grey Warden, I finally felt like belonging somewhere," I admit. "All this... it's so not me. I do not belong here. So... yes, I would rather stay a Grey Warden... with you, happy ever after."
I'm not sure how she's going to react. All this time when Leliana and Rori pushed my campaign, I got the impression Rori wants this for me. She keeps saying, I would be a good king - wherever she gets that idea from is totally beyond me. She has to be disappointed about my lack of ambition, right?
"Too bad Anora seems to support her father in his madness," Rori mumbles thoughtfully in between devouring her third sweet bun with strawberry jam. Her mouth is all smeared and sticky.
"You cannot stand her." I point out.
Rori pokes my side with her teaspoon. "And you reminded me, that my personal feelings shouldn't influence my judgement of her leadership."
"I said something reasonable and wise?"
"You have your moments."
"Wow! And I didn't rub it in on Morrigan... blast!"
"All those missed chances!"
"There aren't that many," I laugh, then inhale deeply to prepare myself for my next question. Do I even want to know? "What do you want?"
"I want you," Rori answers without hesitation.
Ahhh.... oookay... Don't get me wrong, it's... cute... but, I don't know... also somewhat... scary. How could I be enough for a woman like her? What if she one day sees me like I really am and not through her rose-coloured glasses? Okay, I am having some kind of kingly panic attack... Maker, she'd so kick my ass if she could read my mind right now...
"Ahh, but would you prefer the Grey Warden Alistair or King Alistair?"
Rori shrugs as if she really didn't care at all. "I'm not that picky. Any Alistair is just fine for me."
"Shouldn't a noble lady be more ambitious about her future?" I want to sound teasing... but fail miserably.
"Alistair, you will still be yourself with or without a crown," Rori says softly, taking my hand in hers. It's amazing how hands so small and fragile can belong to a person so strong willed and determined. "I don't love you for being Maric's son. I fell for you because you are adorably cute..."
I scowl at her.
"... and ruggedly handsome," Rori laughs and I swat at her hands when she tries to pinch my cheeks. "Those chiseled features, the beautiful hazel eyes, that finely sculptured body..."
"Don't forget my pretty hair!"
"How could I?" She ruffles it. Lucky her, it's already a complete just-out-of-bed-mess or I'd have to seek revenge by tickling her mercilessly. Nobody messes up my hair and gets away with it! "And the prominent nose!"
"What is it about my nose that has everybody comment on it?" I mutter, squeezing it testingly. Zevran keeps saying 'The size of a man's nose tells a lot about his hose.' And then he grins at me and stares pointedly at my nose and my pants in a way that makes me blush and start to stammer and sweat. And I don't even own a hose!
"It's a very sexy nose." Rori kisses the tip of it. "And of course the whole rest of you is also strong and manly and oh so sexy..."
"Now you're making fun of me."
"Fun of you? Perish that thought, dear prince... but since we're already talking about fun... You're funny...," she cheers and claps her hands like when Barkley performs a trick.
"Wow. That's just what every man wants to hear," I pout. "Cute and funny."
"In a good way, you fool!" She swats at me. "You make me laugh, and that's what I love you for the most." Her giddiness fades to make room for more seriousness. It's a side of herself she seldomly allows to surface. Like for all the rest of us, fooling around and making incongruous jokes has become a way for her to deal with all the horrors we have seen and endured. "You were the first to make me laugh again after my family got murdered. Whenever I feel like giving up, you give me strength. You are the meaning of my life when there's nothing much more for me to expect but death."
Oh... so it's that serious now. Rori hardly ever talks about death. She simply refuses to acknowledge the mere possibility of dying as if her stubbornness could convince death to spare her.
"You help me endure all this... and... if there's a future for us... then I couldn't care less if you stayed a Grey Warden or became king. All I care for is Alistair," Rori whispers as she presses my hand to her bosom right above her heart, covering mine with her hands. Maker's Breath! Her dark blue eyes are so wide and full of love and fear. She's as scared as I am, but we are both trapt and there's no other way out but charging forward. "Now is the time when you are supposed to deliver one of your witty one-liners," Rori mumbles as I lean in to kiss her - and end up having us both cheer for the second time. This is becoming the extended version of a breakfast in bed...
Sometime later I lie in bed with Rori in my arms and for a brief moment I am completely and utterly happy... and then it's gone when a servant informs us of an urgent meeting in Eamon's study.
Seems two cheers have to be enough for this morning...
We jump out of bed real quick, give ourselves a lick and a promise... duh... err... that's not meant how it sounds... we of course do not lick each other... not now... uhm... how about we forget I said anything at all?
"You do realize, that they could force us apart, should I become king?" I ask while crawling around on all fours to fish my left boot out from under the bed. I so know Rori is dreamily watching my hindquarters that very moment.
"Nobody can force us apart, Alistair," Rori says matter-of-factly. "As long as you want to be with me and I want to be with you, we do stay together." Defiance is written all across her face. "Anyway, before you can become king, we have to survive Loghain's schemes. He won't stop now, not after he failed in persuading Eamon to side with him."
I snort. "After the crimes he and this bastard Howe committed, he couldn't truly believe, we would pat his shoulder and be all like: Hey, Loghain, old chap, no hard feelings!"
"Loghain is ruthless," Rori says, handing my shirt back to me. "A man like him has to have some skeletons in his closet"
"It has to be a large closet. Especially with a bastard like Howe at his side."
"Kings have immensely big closets," Rori giggles. Her amusement doesn't last. It is replaced by a worried expression and a frown that has her even wrinkle her nose. "Howe," she mutters, making the name sound as if she was talking about something foul and rotten. "Howe is no more than a tool, easily corrupted by power and riches. Once he isn't useful anymore, Loghain will find a way to get rid of him."
"What makes you think so? Loghain seems to trust him. Howe is his strongest and most loyal ally at the moment." We finally made it out of our room and hurry down the corridor towards Eamon's study.
"In the Landsmeet Howe's crimes and his connection to Loghain will be discussed," Rori points out. "My parents were respected, they had power and influence, they were heroes. It will prove hard for Loghain to convince the nobility they were traitors without any evidence. I doubt, it was all Howe's idea. Loghain is the head behind the murder of my family." She knocks at the door, pushing it open at Eamon's invitation to enter. "And Loghain cannot risk that Howe spills all their dirty secrets in front of the Landsmeet to safe himself should the wind change." On entering, Rori looks much like a dark rain cloud herself when she adds: "There's a storm brewing and I wouldn't be surprised if we found ourselves right in its eye at this very moment."
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