RP: Open (Some NSFW smuttiness later on)

[wardenalistair]

Alistair awoke in what appeared to be a stable, one that still smelled faintly of Mabari. And horse, of course, but that was more expected. He was also being poked in the bare back by itchy prickly straw. He jumped to his feet.

"Well, this is...horrifyingly familiar. Next I'll be swarmed by a large group of hounds, just you wait."

He did. Wait, that is. Nothing happened.

"O-okay then, maybe not. I haven't regressed to ten years old, have I?" He poked his own cheek, which was still fairly bristly, and glanced down at himself, half-clothed as he was in just the trousers he'd worn to sleep in. "Nope, never mind, still myself. How peculiar. I haven't dreamt of Redcliffe in years, but then this doesn't look much like Redcliffe, does it? It smells like Redcliffe. Hrm."

He wrinkled his nose and headed out of the stable, into what sort of looked like daylight, accidentally kicking some kind of book halfway across the stable floor as he did so. He muttered an apology to the thing and scooped it up, for lack of anything better to do with it.

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[wardenalistair]

Alistair groaned, much louder than he meant to, when she bit his lip. And then he flushed, his face and ears and yes, his neck too, going a particularly vivid shade of red. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, and it seemed overly loud, as heavy warmth settled low in his belly.

All of this he ignored in favor of nuzzling his nose into her cheek.

"That's settled, then," he mumbled, his lips brushing her skin as he spoke.

[heromiyuu]

"Settled?"

She tilted her head, not quite following him, slightly breathless from all the kissing-biting-moaning thing, without letting him go from her embrace.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair hummed, too distracted by the warmth of Neria in his arms and the curve of her cheek under his to make an intelligible response for a moment. Finally he kissed her on the corner of her mouth and moved his head back enough to look her in the eye and say,

"Ah. Yes. The, ah, I'm-in-love-with-you,-you-gorgeous-woman thing? And then you're in love with me, and with that settled again, hm, I might be able to be persuaded to spend the next...oh, several hours...convincing you how wonderful you are all over again."

[heromiyuu]

"Well, I'd like to see you try. To convince me, it is. Though I never thought self-deprecating could trigger such... eager will to prove me wrong."

And she ran her thumb over his lower lip."Don't you dare, ever again, to think that my insecurities might affect the way I feel for you. This won't change."

[wardenalistair]

Alistair gave her a lopsided smile, his gaze heated.

"That wasn't what I meant," he said. "You are...the one constant in my life, my love. I could never doubt you. Nevertheless..." He nipped at her thumb. "Your desire is my command."

[heromiyuu]

Neria melted on his arms, muttering.

"Creators, I swear I'm tryimg to be strong, but my resolve is just crumbling. I'm trying to be careful, to make the right decisions but... Ugh...!"

She gripped the front of his shirt, forehead nuzzling the middle of his chest. Few seconds later she turned her chin up, looking back at him.

"Make me forget this place, and how tired I am and the time we've been apart. Please."

[wardenalistair]

Alistair did not need to be told twice. He bent down, sealing his lips over hers, tongue stroking over her lips till she opened to him and he could taste her, a half-aborted moan slipping from him as he lost himself in the wet heat and slow glide of their tongues. His hands slid down her back and then he was lifting her, big hands gripping under her thighs, only breaking the kiss to orient himself before he was heading back for the hall with the guest rooms they'd just vacated.

[heromiyuu]

(ooc: are there rules about smutier rps? can we just write them down or should we skip the deed right into the afterglow?)

Neria locked her heels around his waist, heat boiling under her stomach with his kiss, the touch of his calloused hands against her soft skin making her shiver. She tilted her head to deepen their kiss, hand slightly gripping the hair on the back of his neck. The only thought crossing her mind was the longing, the growing need of feeling his bare skin against hers, to trail the freckles on his back with the tip of her tongue, just as he loved.

[wardenalistair]

(OOC: Admittedly, I haven't rped out anything very smutty yet, but I checked the rules again, and the relevant passage seems to be: Sex and violence are perfectly fine. So is angst. If you’re going to be NSFW or triggery, please cut-tag the post and mark it as triggery. Please just use your common sense about what would be triggering. So I'll just edit the title of the rp to reflect the nsfw stuff, and I think we should be fine, so long as you're all good?)

Alistair hummed his appreciation of her fingers in his hair, just there on the nape of his neck, because Maker, that had always been a particular weakness of his. His long strides ate up the rest of the distance between them and the guest room where they'd grabbed his shirt, and he pressed her against the doorjamb and moved to support her weight with one hand, fumbling for the doorknob with the other without breaking their kiss.

"Neria," he groaned, desperate, against her lips, all the long months of longing and loneliness and shivering, aching need poured into that one word.

By the time the door was open he very nearly fell through it, catching his balance at the last moment and kicking it shut behind him.

[heromiyuu]

(ooc: if changing the rp title settles things right for the journal, then we're good to go. I haven't rped nothing very smut yet too, but I'll just make up as we go, cause this whole scene is so incredibly amazing, and cute, and hot and-- <3333)

Neria moaned when pressed against the door, the warmth and weight of his body simply delicious against hers. She couldn't even remember how many nights she had dreamt with him, needed him during her search, waking up all alone and frustrated.

At the sound of the door closing behind them she started to pull his shirt off, eager and breathless, breaking their kisses only to remove the piece of clothing. She kissed his neck, sucking his pulsing point, nails running the planes of his chest softly. Her voice reverberated against his throat as she repeated "I missed you" almost like a mantra.

[wardenalistair]

(OOC: Perfect. And, also, saaaame. I'm just over here flailing and squeeing tbh)

Alistair set her on the floor when she moved to tug off his shirt, lifting his arms so she could pull it off him. He leaned in quickly and kissed her again, a brief, sloppy thing before he turned and threw the bolt behind them. And then he was back, crowding into her, his hands pulling her flush against him, gripping her and lifting her again.

When she sucked at his neck, he shuddered, and suddenly none of this was enough, not the weight of her in his arms or the scrape of her nails against his chest. He needed her skin bare against his, needed the layers of cloth still between them gone. He needed, and he nearly tripped over his feet in his haste to make it to the bed.

He deposited her on the end of the bed, gentle despite his rush, and went to his knees in front of her.

"Maker, I missed you," he answered, the pads of his fingers caressing her face, his voice gravelly. He dragged calloused fingers down over her collarbones and slipped her robe off one shoulder, surging forward to kiss her skin there.

[heromiyuu]

(ooc: my current state of spirit is 'flailing uncontrollably' x3)

A trail of gooseflesh was left by his fingers over her collarbones. She exposed the curve of her neck, inviting him, her hand working to free that arm from the Orlesian robe; one thing she had to admit, though: that freaking misplaced underbust corset, part of Madame de Fer's robes, would look too damn good now.

Neria sighed with his kisses, hands caressing his shoulder blades aimlessly. She pressed her thighs together, missing the friction between their bodies now that she was sitting.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair caught her hand with one of his once she'd freed that arm from her robe, and kissed upwards, over the curve of her shoulder to the column of her neck. He sucked a mark there, over the thrumming of her pulse, and moved to undo the clasps of her robe with his free hand, fingers fumbling but insistent.

Abruptly, he felt the urge to bury his face in her hair and inhale her, as if by surrounding himself with her scent he could ground himself here, in the moment, make this true somehow, and lasting. It hit him then, the sudden fear that this was not real, could not be real. Meeting Neria in some version of the Fade, where different possible versions of his future had all congregated at once? That simply wasn't possible, was it?

He groaned, and his eyes suddenly felt hot, because damn him, she felt so real and he wanted her so badly. Please, please, he thought. He buried his face in her lap and stopped undressing her to wrap his arms tightly around her waist.

"Please tell me this isn't a dream," he said thickly, voice muffled somewhat.

[heromiyuu]

"Alistair, look at me."

She spoke with a soft voice, heart aching at his muffled plea. Her hands reached for his face cupping his jaw and tilting his head so she could lock her eyes on his. The woman smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.

"This is real." she caressed his cheek, taking one of his hands into hers and intertwining their fingers together, planting a kiss to each of his knuckles "This is definitely real. And we are about to make love, to be together again after a long time. I know the Fade usually doesn't brings nothing good but... it brought us together now, so it can't be that bad after, can it?"

And then she kissed him, shy at first, slowly coaxing his mouth to open for her. Biting his upper lip, she had no hurry on that kiss, only deep passion and an attempt to make things more credible.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair met her gaze with barely concealed want, hope and fear warring behind his hazel eyes.

Even the best of his dreams of her had never had this much detail behind them. Her smell, her warmth, the noises she made and the shape of her lips against his, all of it was right. No one, not a demon or his subconscious, could have copied the curve of her smile so exactly.

And with that realization, he felt a surge of irrational hope and happiness fill him. His lips opened beneath hers with a groan, slipping his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss, one hand coming up to fist in the fabric of her robe between her shoulder blades.

"Neria...love..." he moaned.

(OOC: okay I am a terrible person to bow out here, but I do have to go in to work in the morning and really had better get some sleep. shall we continue this tomorrow?)

[heromiyuu]

(ooc: sorry, I couldn't fight any longer and fell asleep. But yea, definitely continuing this today)

"I'm here vhenan." this came out of her mouth as a whispered whimper. She moved her arms and shoulders, sliding out of the robe with easy since Alistair had a hold of it, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. The skin to skin contact only made her seek for more, hands desperately fumbling to undo the laces of her heeled boots.

Neria hadn't lived thr past three years without her own share of new scars, most of them nothing more than satin lines over her skin, thanks to healing spells. And despite she and Alistair had seen plenty of each other's naked bodies along the years, the new marks made her feel... naked. Blushing even. With a grunt, she finally took her boots away. Soon, her arms were all over him again, nails scraping his back, kisses' muffled moanings escaping her mouth at every change at the kiss' angle, her need now aching between her legs.

The woman motioned backwards in the mattress, opening room for him to follow. She needed his weight, his grounding, safe weight above her.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair groaned when her bare skin touched his, rocking up against her, his hands roaming almost wildly over her body as she shed her robe. His fingers stuttered, lingered over the new marks on her skin, despite how little they were raised, because no matter how long it had been, he knew every inch of her skin better than he had ever known his own. As she reached for her boots, he pulled back so he could look at her, admiring the blush on her cheeks, the difference the years had made and yet not made to her body.

"Beautiful," he breathed, and then blushed, like he hadn't quite meant to say that. He met her next kiss eagerly, reaching to cup her breasts, run his thumbs over the pebbled peaks of her nipples. He followed her onto the bed, chasing contact with her mouth, her warmth, her body, settling himself between her thighs before he let out a noise of frustration, almost a growl, and reached down to fumble at the ties of his trousers.

His body, too, as he struggled to kick off smalls and trousers, showed the marks of years apart. But his new scars were much uglier, a testament to the absence of a certain mage with healing spells in his life. There were new nicks on his hands and wrists, a scar over one forearm, a long, mostly well-healed gash along one thigh. Most noticeable, though, was a ropy scar just below his heart, long-healed but still red and ugly, like a blade had just missed its target.

[heromiyuu]

Neria coaxed Alistair into rolling and settling his back against the mattress, stradling over his hips. She bent to kiss his neck and peppered kisses down his jaw, throat and chest, thumb carressing one of his nipples. She pulled away, rolling her hips against his in a torturing, delicious slow motion, reaching for his hands. The woman kissed the new scars on both wrists, first one then another, bending slightly to reach the scar on his forearm. Straightening her back again, she carressed the scar over his heart with a undecipherable expression at first, head tilted and thumb brushing over it as if gazing to it could tell her what had happened.

"So... I was once this close of losing you?"

Her voice was low and thoughtful, her trembling fingers still romaing his chest.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair rolled easily when prompted, his hands going to her hips, and then he just...watched her, hazel eyes wide and warm on her face. It took most of his self-control to let her set the pace, the rolling of her hips torturously slow again his aching cock, and yet...he wanted to hold onto this, make it last, keep it like a shield against whatever future might come, whether they made it back or no. He curled his fingers as she took his hands and kissed his new scars.

When she touched the scar by his heart, his breath hitched and he stilled.

"Hurlock," he said quietly. "There was this recruit, and I stepped in between him and the blade, but I didn't get my shield up fast enough, and the damn thing managed to get its blade right in between the plates of my armor."

[heromiyuu]

"I see..." Neria bent to kiss the scar, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses back to his lips "Lucky hurlock I wasn't nowhere nearby." she nuzzled his ear, sucking his earlobe "Next time, I'll be there with you vhenan. This is the last time we'll be apart, I promise."

She rolled her hips against his again, the wet heat between her legs soaking her trousers, the only thing still keeping then apart. She stroked his erection, thumb circling the tip of his cock, her aching need increasing with the throbbing. They had been apart for so long that she wished things to last longer, but she was barely holding herself, green eyes totally engulfed by her desire.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair caught his breath and squirmed at the touch of her lips on his ear.

"I hope you know I'll...I'll hold you...to that," he said, breathless, driven to distraction by her touch, almost past the point of being able to form coherent words.

He actually whimpered when her fingers closed around his cock, his fingers curling tight into the blankets.

"Neria, please," he begged, thrusting into the circle of her fingers. "I - I need..."

[heromiyuu]

She smiled with mischief, slightly raising an eyebrow when she left the bed to remove her own trousers and smalls at once. There was a white, rough scar starting just above her hipbone and crossing its way down her lower belly she trailed with her finger. "Ask me about it later." she whispered.

And before he could answer she was already crawling her way back to him, nails scrapping his inner thighs provocatively. Straddling his hips again, she coated him in her own arousal before sliding his hard cock inside her entrance, a low moaning escaping her mouth. Neria was still for some time, eyes closed, enjoying how perfectly he fit inside her, how his throbbing responded to her walls; her hands slightly trembling when she opened her eyes again, gazing at him and smiling. There was much she wished to say, but all she could think now was about moving.

[wardenalistair]

He let his head fall back against the bed and let out a noise of frustration when she left him, though the sight of the long scar on her hip distracted him somewhat. Till she traced it with a finger, her hand on her own skin impossibly distracting and incredibly frustrating, because she was right there and he wasn't touching her.

HE caught her hands as soon as she was within arm's reach again and pressed a kiss to the back of one, then dropped them to his chest. He tried to hold very still as she sank down on him, thighs shaking with the effort, and he reached for her face, thumb brushing over the curve of her cheek, his breath coming in quiet pants while she adjusted.

That smile, though...he could have lost himself in her smile, and had, all those years before, admiring her from across camp, wanting her before he knew he could have her, fumbling over himself with perhaps more than his usual awkwardness just to hear her laugh despite the world ending around them. They had changed so much from a decade before; he liked to think they'd grown stronger, wiser, but what hadn't changed, what he didn't think would ever change, was how he felt for her. She was light and grace and strength, she was everything, and he was...

"I love you," he gasped, surging up to wrap his arms around her and pulling her tight to his chest. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, thrusting into her wet heat.

[heromiyuu]

"I... love you to..." her voice was cut by the kiss and the thrusting, a strangled, surprised moan dripping from her lips when Alistair begin to move.

Neria straightened her back, meeting his thrusts with her hips, following his pace. Hands gripping his waist to keep her steady, nails slightly digging the flesh in half-moons. That was really her Alistair, his muscles rippling under her touch, his breathing escaping his mouth agape as their bodies melted into one. She never really understood what he had seen on her small frame, on her lack of social skills and knowledge regarding the world outside the Circle. Neria was sure, though, that she loved him before he noticed his own feelings about her; the way he supported her and allowed her to support him, how the protected her and allowed to be protected. Ten years after the Blight and they're were still together against anything the world threw at them, still the only one who had faith on her when she didn't.

She increased the pace, sinking deeper on his thrusts, hands begining to go numb with the approach of her peak, walls closing around him.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair shifted her in his lap, lost himself in her body, swept the hair from her neck and kissed his way from her mouth down her throat. He breathed in deeply, her scent mixing with the smell of sweat and sex, and dropped his forehead to her shoulder.

"Neria," he murmured, her name a prayer, a veneration. He said it again, and again, till it became a litany whispered into her skin, worshipped into the hollow of her throat.

She quivered around him, and he quickened the pace of this thrusts, more erratic now, and reached a hand between their bodies to part her folds and rub, gently, at her clit, and then,

"Come for me, my heart," he whispered.