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Excerpts from May The Best Man Win	By : alisgal1 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is one chapter of my story May The Best Man Win, a love triangle between Cousland/Teagan/Alistair. This is from the chapter Late Night Fun which can be found on FF.net under my pen name alisgal. The author Piceron edited this chapter. The background story: Eamon just woke up and they're having a celebration.
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Teagan stood silently waiting in the main hall next to his brother, while Alistair stood waiting on Eamon's other side. The rest of the companions were chatting amongst themselves, and Sten already had an argument about not wanting to dance, as it would take days for his body to readjust from the frivolity. Teagan watched the freaked out look on Alistair's face when he said, "Yeah, maybe it's better you didn't dance."
He then looked up to see Alexandra walking in with Isolde and Leliana. Every man, including the guards, stood up straighter when Alexandra walked into the room. She was in a dress of burgundy color with a trimmed bodice, bejeweled at the top of the dress. The dress flared at the waist and had a cream colored underskirt with a paisley tapestry design. Her sleeves flared out, with under sleeves of the same cream tapestry as the underskirt, followed with a chemise ruffle and matching jeweled trims. In her hair, was a head band of single stranded pearls. Her makeup had been done to compliment the dress, eyelids the color of dusty rose, her lips the color of wine. Her skin looked like fresh cream with a slight pink color of blush on her cheeks. Teagan could honestly say he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. The whole picture was marred, however, by Alexandra's demeanor. She looked as if she was a prisoner awaiting execution. Her shoulders were slumped; she was shifting around in her dress, her eyes looking around nervously. He then realized what could be causing the discomfort. From the top of Alexandra's right breast straight across to her left collar bone was a long scar. Teagan started to suspect that Alexandra felt uncomfortable with others seeing the inevitable consequences of being a warrior. The picture was terribly wrong Teagan thought as he walked towards her. He bowed to her as Alexandra curtsied, and placed his hand out for her to take. When she did, he turned her right around, and walked her out of the room. In the corridor, he saw the confusion in her eyes when she asked, "Where are we going?"
He stopped for a moment and gently brushed her jawline with the back of his hand. "Somewhere to make you smile," he said before continuing on down the hall. As they reached the room she was staying in, he opened the door and escorted her into the room. He watched her arch her eyebrow at him and ask, "When you think of somewhere to take me to make me smile, your first thought is my bedroom?"
Chuckling, Teagan walked over to the dresser, opening the doors and asked, "Which dress would you like to wear tonight?"
He watched the smile spread across her face. "I am wearing a dress," she said.
"Yes, but you hate that dress. It's as clear as day how uncomfortable you are in it." He walked back over to her and stroked her hair. "Although, I can tell you, I have never seen a woman look more beautiful in all my life, than the way you do tonight," he told her.
He watched confusion seep into her eyes. "The scar doesn't detract, Alexandra, it only adds to your beauty," he told her.
He watched her smile grow wider as she sat down on the bed. "Which dress do you think I should wear?" she asked.
"Personally, I love the one you're in, but let's see what's here," he responded while moving dresses aside in the armoire.
He suddenly felt her hands on his wrists, and when Teagan looked up he saw her eyes on his.
"Do you really think my scars aren't disgusting?" she asked with insecurity in her eyes.
"No, I don't think they are. Every warrior has them. They only prove how brave and selfless you are," he told her.
He watched a bright smile spread across her face. "Alright then, I'll wear this dress," she told him.
"Are we ready to head back out then?" he asked.
"Only if we can make a quick stop by the larder; I'm starving," she said.
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Alexandra sat on a table top in the kitchen with a plate of food in her lap that Teagan made for her after lifting her up onto the counter. She couldn't climb up here in the yards of fabric this dress had. He also dismissed all staff from the room, which left only her and Teagan in the room. She thought he looked incredible. The shirt he wore was almost exactly the same as the shirt he wore in the Chantry when she first came to Redcliffe, only the colors were various shades of green, hunter green on the top, light green on the bottom. The sleeves were still embellished with the same gold stitching. His pants were light brown with a hunter green stripe running up the side to match and brown leather boots. He looked so delicious, she swore he was edible.
"So," he said while watching her eat. "A big appetite is a result of being a Grey Warden."
She nodded her head while plopping a grape in her mouth. "I eat three times as much as I used to," she admitted, "It's how our bodies handle the taint. I can eat as much as I want and I won't gain weight. Every woman's dream," she said while chuckling.
"What other side effects are there from being a Grey Warden?" he asked.
She looked at him with hesitancy in her eyes. No one should hear this.
"You don't want to know," she told him.
"I do," he objected, "please tell me."
"Well, you already know that I can't have children, and that I will die in thirty years. I also dream of darkspawn. At night, Grey Wardens can unintentionally tap into darkspawn minds. So, I see what they're doing. I hardly sleep more than a few hours anymore because of the gruesome things that I see. In my dreams, I also see the Archdemon giving commands to his army. Older Grey Wardens can understand what he is telling them. It's similar to someone speaking another language. The longer the taint spreads in your body, the better you become at understanding what the darkspawn are saying. Once you've mastered the language, your time is over. This is why Loghain is such a first-rate moron, Teagan. Every single Grey Warden who understood the Archdemon and were listening to his commands in their sleep at night was killed at Ostagar. This is why Alistair and I are at such a disadvantage now. We are unable to predict their next moves. We only know when they're near us. I'll find a way though, I always do," she told him.
She watched him look up at her and say, "I'm sorry, Alexandra. I'm sorry I didn't come for you two years ago. None of this would have happened."
She heard the guilt in his voice, and she placed her hand on his cheek. "Everything happens for a reason. It was meant to happen this way. Besides, it's not all bad. There are a few perks to being a Grey Warden."
"Such as?" he asked. She took the last grape and placed it to his lips. As he opened his mouth, and took the grape, she smiled and answered his question.
"Well, for example, we get a large increase in stamina. I can fight much longer than a normal soldier and not become winded. Though I can't sleep very long at night, I find my body does not require as much sleep as it used to before. And being a Grey Warden, I answer to no one. I am above even the crown as the Grey Wardens are an autonomous unit that cannot be controlled by any king, or even by the Chantry. It's a great feeling inside when I can help someone, whom I might have not been able to before. It helps me to rest my head on my pillow easier at night knowing I've done some good," she told him.
Putting the plate that she had polished clean back down on the table, she said, "Alright help me get down, and let's have the torturous evening begin."
As Teagan grabbed her by the waist to place her back down on the ground, she watched the smirk play on his face as he asked, "Torturous evening?"
"Uggh," she let out a groan. "I hate dancing. I hate men staring at me watching my body move. I find the whole thing horrendous."
He chuckled before suggesting, "Maybe all you need is to find the right dance partner."
Teagan extended his hand for Alexandra to take as he began walking her to the main hall.
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As they entered into the hall, everyone stopped dancing to look up at them. She stared down at her feet feeling her face flood with color. Teagan then whirled her around, his hand now on her hip. She felt terribly self-conscious in the beginning, but after a few glasses of wine she began to calm down. Teagan was an easy partner to dance with; first, because he was an incredible dancer who never missed a step. Secondly, it was because he was a strong leader while dancing, which made it easy for Alexandra to just follow. Thirdly, his touch was oddly calming. She also realized that she had been waiting for this moment her entire life. She was finally the woman Teagan wanted to dance with, and although she knew it was childish, she was reveling in the knowledge of that fact. She wasn't going to sit there and watch other women dance with him, while she stared longingly from the corner. She was the one his eyes were focused on. The night was wonderful, and no one else had been interrupting them to cut in to dance. Until the start of the next dance, that is.
She saw Alistair, who was wearing a dashing navy blue double gold buttoned shirt, with khaki colored pants and boots, place his hand on Teagan's shoulder. She cringed internally knowing nothing good would come of this.
"May I have this dance with Alexandra?" she heard Alistair ask. Looking up, she saw Teagan looking at her before responding, "Ask Alexandra if you may have the dance."
Alexandra then realized the entire hall of people were now staring at the scene before them. She did not want to create more of a scene, so she said, "It's alright, Teagan."
Teagan bowed to her, as she curtsied to him, and Alistair then took his place. She felt Alistair bow to her as she curtsied because she refused to look at him. Alexandra felt his hand on her waist as he began the steps to the dance. Alistair was a surprisingly good dancer. She did not think a man as broad as he was could move so lithely.
"You look beautiful tonight, Alexandra," she heard Alistair say. She had been staring at his chest previously not wanting to make eye contact, but his comment took her so terribly off guard, she instinctively looked up at him to read his expression.
His eyes were smoldering as he looked at her, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. The anger took over and she said, "You've got some nerve, Alistair." He then spun her around and while in rotation, she saw Teagan dancing with Wynne. Alexandra was caught in Alistair's strong arms as he whispered in her ear, "Forgive me, Alexandra." She looked up at him speechless as he made her mind go completely blank. She shook her head at him, and they continued dancing. He then asked, "Weren't you the one saying this afternoon how everyone deserves a second chance?" She felt her blood boiling as she realized he was trying to throw her words back in her face. He grabbed her tightly around the waist, and as she looked up at him, she saw his eyes pleading. "Please, Alexandra." She felt herself begin to soften as she responded. "I can forgive you, but I can't forget. I still don't understand what the problem was. We are companions now on a mission to end the Blight. We need to speak to each other, and have a good working relationship to effectively communicate and accomplish our task, but that's it. The rest is over," she told him. When she looked into his eyes, she could see he wouldn't accept this answer. "Please, Alistair, let it rest tonight. You are causing a scene, and everyone is staring at us. Just let it go for now."
The dance came to an end, and she bowed to him before turning to walk away. She wasn't a step away before she saw Teagan there smiling at her. As she curtsied to him and he bowed, she saw him wink when he took her hands to begin the line dance. Alexandra could feel Alistair's eyes still upon her, and it made her uncomfortable. She realized Teagan must have sensed it, when he whispered in her ear, "Do you want to get out of here?"
She nodded her head, and he led her out of the main hall and down the corridor towards the gardens. As he strolled at her side she found the gardens lit up with hanging lanterns. The smell was intoxicating from the flowers in full bloom. A cool breeze in the air made the smells waft to Alexandra's nose. The sound of the music being played in the main hall could still be heard out in the gardens. He walked her near the bench where they had their first conversation together, where both realized how the other felt.
"Now that we do not have an audience, may I have this dance, Lady Cousland?" he asked, bowing.
As she curtsied and nodded her head, he took her into her arms, and pulled her to him. He began slowly waltzing her around. His moves were a little too slow for the upbeat tempo of the song, but it was fine with her. He smelled just as good as he had that day out here when he hugged her, the same musky sandalwood smell. He felt incredible as well, as her one arm was on his back feeling his muscles underneath his shirt. One dance turned into three, which turned into five. When the music stopped playing, and she suspected everyone had gone to sleep, Teagan then pulled her even closer. He began dancing even slower, so that they were at this point simply rocking back and forth. She was having such a good time, too good of a time, and Alexandra didn't want it to end. She had forgotten about everything with him – about being a Grey Warden, about the Blight, about Alistair, about what would be waiting for her once she left Redcliffe. Nothing else in the world existed except for Teagan Guerrin and this garden. It was then that Alexandra decided how she wanted the rest of her night to go, and who she wanted to spend it with.
As he held her close and rested his cheek against hers, she spoke his name. Teagan moved away slightly to look at her, and she pressed her lips firmly against his.
Teagan pulled away from her staring intently in her eyes, and she could see that he was reading her facial expression. Alexandra didn't want to give him time to reconsider this, or give him time to reject her. She entwined her hands in his thick chestnut hair. She moved in to kiss him again. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away from him. His blue eyes almost scorched her with the intensity of his regard. This really wasn't going as she planned. Was she doing something wrong? She'd be the first to admit she knew absolutely nothing about seducing a man, or trying to start an intimate moment with one. Was she going about this the wrong way? Why was he denying her?
"Do you not want me to kiss you?" she asked him.
"Alexandra, you've had some wine to drink tonight, and I do not want to take advantage of you. Maybe we should wait until tomorrow when the wine has worn off, and we can see if you're still interested in pursuing this, although I suspect you won't be," he said cautiously.
"Is that what this is about? You think I only want you because of the wine?" she asked him before beginning to chuckle. "Teagan, if you only knew."
She could see the confusion in his eyes, so she saw this as the best time to explain. Maker, this wine was making her bold.
"Teagan, as the years have passed, I have watched other women have you. I have heard story after story about the way you loved them, the things that you did to them. I've had to stomach it, and listen with feigned interest to women who were never worthy of you have what should have rightfully been mine years ago. For one night, I want to know what it feels like to know you're with the woman you should be with. Tell me you're uninterested, and I will apologize, and we will never speak of this again."
She saw the torn look in his eyes. "Alexandra, I never spoke to a soul about women that I'd spent the night with. I never disrespected them in that manner, and I've always been quite clear about my intentions. I never thought you'd hear of those nights, and what I did with other women, I'm sorry."
A knowing smile spread across her lips, "Oh, I know. It was never you that leaked your misadventures. It's always been the women who couldn't keep their mouths shut, and allowed themselves to be disgraced. It's only made me want you more. It takes a strong man, Teagan, to not boast about the things he does in the bedroom. That doesn't mean that I haven't wanted to run a sword through each one of them, however. I didn't, of course, but I couldn't help the jealousy from being there, and at night I consoled myself with many scenarios in my head of what I'd like to do to them if given the chance. Or what I would have liked to do to you if I'd been able to take their place. " By the end, Alexandra's voice took on a seductive quality as she admitted to fantasizing about him.
Alexandra watched his eyes grow larger as he looked at her. She placed her hands on her hips awaiting his response. Did he actually need to think about this?
"So what will it be?" she asked as she impatiently waited his reply.
The same torn look was in his eyes, and she'd had enough.
"I apologize, Teagan. It's clear you're uninterested, and I'm sorry for suggesting it. You need not be concerned with offending me with your objection. I understand, and this will never be discussed again. I pray we can return to our previous cordial relationship. Please have a pleasant evening," she said before beginning to walk to the castle doors.
She hadn't even made it two steps away when Alexandra felt Teagan grab her and pull her into him. Her hands were against his chest, and she looked up at him in confusion.
"You think that I don't want you?" he asked in a husky voice, and she could see from the moonlight that his eyes were dark with desire. "The problem is one night won't be nearly enough for me."
"This is all I can offer you. We can have this one night together, and satiate our curiosity of what could have been. Then we can go on with our lives as friends and know at least we had this. If you think it unwise to walk down this path, then I understand," she said looking into his eyes.
"One night won't be nearly enough with you, Alexandra. I want you forever," he told her in the same husky voice that was sending shivers down her spine as he began to run his fingers through her hair.
"It can't be more, Teagan. You and I both know if we let this go on for more than one night, it will turn into an affair. I'll become your mistress, and you will drag out marrying another to stay with me longer. I will selfishly let you, not wanting to see you with someone else. I couldn't deal with the shame I would bring upon my family being your mistress, even if no one else knew it but you and me. I also couldn't stand to be the reason you turned your back on your duty to create an heir," Alexandra explained to him.
His mouth came down on hers with such force he almost knocked the breath out of her. He kissed her hungrily, almost desperately, and whatever previous thoughts she had about him not desiring her had just been laid to rest. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She kissed him back, matching his intensity, her tongue and lips countering his. Teagan tasted better than she had ever dreamed; she could taste wine and the faintest hint of tobacco on his tongue. His kissing style was just like his personality, a natural leader. His lips were strong, and they commanded her obedience. He began the dance, and she followed. His hands slid around her neck, entwining in her hair, desperate to hold her face to his, as if afraid she would change her mind. It wasn't necessary; there was nowhere else she wanted to be. She heard his breath begin to become ragged, and knowing she caused this reaction in him emboldened her. She moved her hands from his chest around to his back and slid them down the small of his back to the top of his rear. She was rewarded when a groan escaped his lips, as he began now gently nibbling on her bottom lip. She felt as if there was a slow burning fire inside her stomach, and the longer she stood there with him, the brighter it burned. The flames exploded when he placed his left hand on her back and with one strong pull yanked her lower body against him. She could feel his burning desire through his clothes, and her heart was singing so loudly she was sure people in the Anderfels could hear it loud and clear.
Teagan was the one who finally pulled away and said breathlessly, "Let's go somewhere more private."
He took Alexandra's hand and led her into the castle.
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As Teagan guided her through the hallway, he turned around to catch the look on her face. She was widely smiling, still not seeming the least bit as if she was having a change of heart. He was unsure what had changed in Alexandra to cause her to act this way. This certainly wasn't the blushing nervous woman who had left Redcliffe. She seemed to become a little more hardened in the month since she left. Although he loved the blushing, he truly thought about it daily, this confidant take-charge woman caused him to feel nervous and excited at the same time. These were feelings Teagan hadn't felt in far too long, and all it had taken was one kiss from Alexandra to cause for him to feel that way. The minute he pulled away from her and began walking down the corridor, he already wanted another. She was a drug, and he needed more.
Teagan was beginning to understand how he would feel when she left him again. He knew this was unwise, and that he was setting himself up for torture once she was gone, but he'd deal with the consequences and pain later. He had no idea how long either one of them would live in these times. As much as she wanted to know what it would be like for Teagan to be hers, he wanted to know the same. He prayed he'd somehow be able to find a way of broaching the subject with her of surrogacy, so that she would be his forever. He knew in his heart how unlikely it was that Alexandra would accept this. She would tell him to marry another woman, one who could provide him children; so he would not need to go through such circuitous routes to have an heir and a wife. If anyone found out that the child was not hers, she would be putting herself in a noose for him; the other nobles would eat her alive if they found out.
His thoughts made him walk faster desperate to have every minute of this night he could have. Turning around, he saw Alexandra smiling brighter, as she realized he was pulling her faster. She had picked up her pace to match his urgency, and seeing her excitement only increased his emotional turmoil.
He opened the door to his room, pulled her through the doorway, and after quickly shutting the door, pulled her into him. Her hands were splayed out across his chest, her smile wide, as she giggled. Her seeming happiness caused his nervousness to die a little, as he found himself smiling as well. He kissed her to restart the moment, and he felt the smile still on her lips. Breaking away momentarily, he asked, "Alexandra, are you sure about this?" while stroking her hair.
"I'm sure about everything, but having sex. I still haven't made my mind up about that. You've probably already realized that I'm a virgin, and terribly inexperienced with this all. I had been waiting for my wedding night," she admitted.
"There's no pressure for you to do anything, Alexandra. I want you happy and satisfied all night. If we do anything that you're not comfortable with, let me know, sweetheart, and we'll stop immediately," Teagan told her watching her smile and nod in response.
As he felt her throw her arms around his neck, Teagan kissed her while he gently tilted her head back to give him better access to her neck. As he began hungrily kissing down her soft skin, he could hear the soft moans escaping her lips. Teagan reached the base of her neck, and skimmed his nose across her collar bone to commit the smell and feel of her skin to memory. He felt her trembling hands begin to unbutton his shirt, and he kissed down to the edge of her dress, across the tops of her breasts, back around to her shoulder, and up her neck to her jawline, finishing with a little nip to her ear lobe. He did the circuit one more time, as she then finally had his shirt unbuttoned, and was now working on the buttons on his sleeves. Once undone, he felt her rip his shirt away from his body, and he then felt her fingertips dance across his chest. He hissed at the gentle feeling of her touch, particularly when her fingers roamed over his nipples. He stopped kissing her momentarily to look at her and see the wonder in her eyes.
"You have to be a dream," he heard her say in a voice barely above a whisper.
Teagan allowed her then to slide his shirt off his body and threw them onto a chair in the corner of the room. Now completely bare-chested, he felt her hands at his sides as she kissed his shoulders, his collar bone, and his chest. The feel of her soft wet lips against his skin, combined with how gentle she was being, as if he would snap with a rough touch made him feel crazed. When he felt her lips move lower down his chest, he grabbed her shoulders to stop her. After he pulled her back up to a standing position, he placed his hands on the ties of her dress. "May I?" he asked, and she nodded her head as she smiled up at him. With three deft pulls, the dress was untied . He reverently unlaced her and lowered the dress to reveal her body to his view. Alexandra stepped out of the dress, using Teagan's shoulders for support, and kicked off her boots. Seizing the opportunity, Teagan kicked his off as well, his eyes never leaving her nearly naked form.
It occurred to him that he had never been with a female warrior before. Her body was gorgeous, so uniquely cut and shaped. Alexandra was curvy in some places like her rear, hips and breasts, but her arms, shoulders, and thighs were toned and muscular. He had thought her the most beautiful thing in the world when she had walked into that main hall tonight wearing her dress. He realized now seeing her bare body just how wrong he had been. Clothes would never do her justice. She was the perfect combination of strength and femininity, of soft curves and solid muscles. She was breathtaking, scars and all. Teagan was in awe of Alexandra, as if he was suddenly unworthy of her. He hadn't worshipped her long enough to be rewarded this way. He wrapped his arms around her holding her to his chest, before he heard her ask, "Do you mind if we blow out the candle?"
Placing his finger under her chin and lifting her head up to meet his gaze, he asked, "Now why would you want to do that?"
He watched her face flood with the beautiful delicious color he loved.
"Your scars are just as beautiful as you are. I bet every one has a different story," he told her before sweeping his arm underneath her legs to pick her up bridal style. After gently laying her down on the bed, he said, "Let's play a game where I pick the scar, and you tell me the story. If you can tell me every story to all your scars, you get a surprise," he told her chuckling.
"Alright," she said hesitantly as he began kissing the scar that ran from her collar bone to the top of her breast. As he reached the bottom of the scar, he could hear her gently moaning. "Now, how did you get this one?"
"Ostagar, top floor of the tower of Ishal. I passed out from blood loss after taking two arrows to the shoulder, and I have no idea how I got it," she said.
He pulled up the bottom of her breast band to begin kissing the swell of her breast before he continued down to the middle of her stomach. "How about this one?"
She was softly panting, her fingers entwined in his hair. She gently tugged the strands as she replied, "Um, that one's from a bandit attack my father and I encountered while we were going to Denerim for a Landsmeet five years ago."
"I see," he said as he moved on. Teagan next kissed a scar that went across her stomach, "How about this one?"
"Maker's Breath, I'm not sure; it's too hard to think, Teagan. This feels too good," she said in a desperate plea.
"If you answer this one, I promise to give you a little treat," he told her.
"Um, alright, uh. That one is from a tournament I entered in Highever four years ago."
"And did you win?" he asked while sliding his tongue down her stomach causing her to whimper loudly.
Wordlessly she nodded her head as her fingers tightened in his hair.
He moved his hands around her body and placed them on the straps of her black lace breast band. Teagan had been able to see her nipples through it, and now he wanted to remove that barrier between them.
"May I?" he asked as she nodded her head.
With one quick pull, the material was undone and he threw it to the floor. Gently cupping her right breast, he took her nipple into his mouth, flickering the tip with his tongue. His movements caused her to sharply cry his name, and it caused a satisfaction deep inside he had never felt before. Hearing her call out his name was the most beautiful noise he had ever heard in his life. It also caused his already painfully hard erection to worsen. He had no expectation of being satisfied by her tonight. He knew she was inexperienced, and most likely too shy to experiment. This was about her tonight, but it didn't mean he wasn't throbbing.
As he kissed across her breasts to take in her left nipple, he heard her whimper, "Please, Teagan."
Pulling away to look at her, he said, "We still have quite a few more scars to go."
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He had finally reached her last scar, and she had answered all the questions. A few spots had taken her some time to explain when desire overrode her ability to think. His little game allowed him to learn her sensitive places. As his tongue or lips ran over certain areas of her skin, and she sharply inhaled or cried out, he made a mental note for the next time they were together. He refused to believe that this would be the last time, or rather his heart wouldn't accept that this was his one and only chance with her.
As he kissed around the curve of her belly, he heard her cry his name again. So, he had found another spot. He began kissing down her thighs as he finally nestled himself between her legs. As he began placing kisses in her inner thigh, he gently brushed the hair from his goatee against her skin. Her thighs began slightly shaking in reaction. He worked his way up and down both her thighs, kissing the insides and outsides, and it was clear by her face that she was lost in the moment. With his hands on her black lace panties, he asked, "May I?" At Alexandra's nod, Teagan pulled them off her hips and down her gorgeously long legs before he threw them onto the other side of the room. Settling himself back into place between her legs, he went to work. He felt her then reach down and entwine her hand in his. Her other hand began to gently caress his face. It was so sensual and intimate; as he lay between her thighs, he felt his heart swell and nearly burst. With those light touches of her caring hands, Teagan realized what he had been missing all his life. He had spent a lifetime searching for this feeling, but it had always evaded him, until tonight. Teagan was truly connected to her, and felt she loved him as much as he loved her. They were partners, and he knew in his heart he would take on the world for Alexandra Cousland.
He had started off gently with light licks to allow her to acclimate to the sensation. But even that had clearly become too much. He watched her grab the pillow, and while biting down screamed. It had only taken some well-placed kisses, a few swirls of his tongue, a few gentle puffs of air against sensitive skin, and by the next lick he took, he heard her scream his name. He glanced up and saw her head arch backwards as her breasts thrust forward. Her hand tightened around his while the other gripped the sheets. He felt it then, the gush of warmth, as he began tasting her. She laid there panting and shaking in reaction to the feelings Teagan had invoked in her. For the first time in her life, Alexandra felt sated and loved as he placed random kisses all over her body, showering her with affection.
"Come here," she finally said to him. In reply, Teagan kissed his way up her body to meet her lips. Her hands gently pushed his shoulders down on the bed. She straddled him and kissed his chest. Teagan felt her fingertips trace the contours of his muscles, and Alexandra's naked body pressed firmly against his as her hips ground against him. He was positive he would be deranged from want by the end of the night. She hungrily made her way down to the top of his pants. Looking up at him with a mischievous grin, she asked, "May I?"
With surprise evident on his face, he said, "You don't need to do this, Alexandra."
"I know," she said smiling, "but, if you don't mind, I'd like to experiment."
He nodded his head, while he watched her untie his pants and pull them down off his body. Throwing them out of the way, he watched shock run across her face as she shouted, "Holy Maker!" She bit her lower lip before a smile spread across her face. He had absolutely no idea how to interpret her reaction, and he watched wearily as she began to slide his small clothes off throwing them out of the way. Teagan heard her say, "If I do something wrong or cause you discomfort, please let me know."
He nodded his head, unsure what to think or expect. His erection, released from its confines, was now throbbing with his desire for her touch.
"I wonder what would happen if I did this," Alexandra said almost innocently.
He felt warmth and wetness envelope him, along with a tightly gripped hand, and Teagan was gone. He saw beauty, vibrancy, and colors like never before. As he felt the sensation wash over him, it was mind boggling just how forceful it was, and it took the last bit of strength he had to withdraw from the heat of her mouth and stop what was about to happen. He shifted himself sideways and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing from off the floor, allowing himself to then release. After the explosion rocked his body, he fell back onto the bed. She stared at him, bewildered by what just happened. "I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't want you to feel you needed to-" He stopped unsure how to finish his sentence. He tried again, "I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable."
She laid her head down on his chest cuddling up to him. "So then you enjoyed that?" he heard her ask.
"Alexandra,that was earth shatteringly incredible. How in the Maker did you learn how to do that move with your tongue? I've never felt anything like it."
As he watched a smile spread across her face she said, "I like to read."
Chuckling, he placed a kiss on the top of her head while rubbing her back.
"You know that's the first time I've ever experienced that before," she said.
"Really?" he asked surprised to see her nodding her head.
"Well, then you'll have to experience that again tonight," he said finding a smile on her face as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
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Several hours later….
Teagan lay between her legs, his head resting on her stomach, while she gently played with his hair. There wasn't a single thought running through his mind aside from how nice it felt to have her tousle his hair, how warm and soft her skin felt while he rested on her, and how good it was to feel her firmly between his hands. She was here, and real, and solid, and no one could take this from him no matter how hard they tried.
He finally looked up at her when he heard her call his name. "Teagan, I've made my decision. I'm ready," she told him smiling.
"Are you sure? We don't have to do this. I think we've had an amazing night together already."
"I know. But, I want it to be with you, Teagan. I want to make love to you," she told him.
As he crawled up to lie next to her on the pillow, he stared into his lover's eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked her again still disbelieving what he was hearing.
"Yes," she told him before kissing him.
Teagan's mind raced as he thought of ways to make this better for her.
Deepening their kiss, he slid his hand up her outer thigh as he moved her leg to lie over his. He thought this might be the best position to start with as the angle would keep Teagan from being able to fully enter her. In the beginning that might be best, until she adjusted, he thought finding himself still concerned with her inevitable pain. Still kissing, he wondered if he should propose now, so she knew just how serious he was about her. But, that might ruin the moment. Maybe he should propose afterwards he thought; a perfect way to end the night. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard her say, "Teagan, maybe we should place a towel down underneath. I know many women bleed a bit the first time." He hadn't even thought of that; he wished there was some way this would be less painful for her. He got up grabbing a towel from the cabinet, and as he walked back, he watched her staring at him with a wicked grin on her face.
She lifted up her body, to allow Teagan to slide the towel underneath her. Lying back down next to her, he began kissing her once again.
Teagan felt her pull away as she placed her hand on his cheek. "Teagan, what's wrong? I feel reluctance in your kiss," he heard her say.
Looking into her eyes, he said, "I don't want to hurt you. It's unsettling knowing I'll be causing you pain."
He watched her head roll back on the pillow letting out a deep laugh. "I kill darkspawn for a living; and you're worried about a little torn skin and a few drops of blood. Trust me, physical pain is something my body is well equipped to handle at this point," she said before continuing, "Instead of thinking about the pain you think you'll be causing, why don't you think of the joy and pleasure you'll be giving me."
He realized then the perfect way to tell her just what she meant to him. Teagan stared deeply into her eyes and said, "I love you, Alexandra."
He watched her eyes close while a large smile grew on her face, as she said, "I have been waiting my entire life to hear you say that."
She then began kissing him fiercely, as his hands began roaming down her body.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
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