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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[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.

[heromiyuu]

"I-I... ah--!"

Neria yelped, his calloused, familiar touch more than welcome. Her heart hammered inside her chest, against her ribs and the pulsing point on her neck; her peak erased the world around her for a brief second and then all sensations came crashing down at once. Alistair's heart against her own, their skins, melting, the heat around them.

Her walls clenched and fluttered around Alistair and she rested her forehead against his collarbones, body going softly limp, short and quick breaths.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair groaned, all breath driven from his body as she clenched around him. He thrust once, twice more and then the pulsing heat of her body and the soft sounds she was making brought him over the edge, and he came with another cry of her name.

His head arched back, whole body trembling, from his arms around her to his thighs under her. His arm about her waist tightened weakly, and he fought for breath.

When he could think again, even if only a very tiny bit, he let out a soft laugh and kissed her temple, then flopped backwards on the bed, drawing her down with him.

[heromiyuu]

She sighed, rubbing her cheek against his chest, eyes closed and the brightest smile curving her lips.

"Well..." another sigh "I missed this too."

Neria tilted her chin up, kissing his jaw repeatedly.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair, predictably, blushed, more a spread of color over his body than quite his normal embarrassed flush, but still. His hands slipped down to rest at her waist, and his eyes slid closed. He hummed in agreement.

At her many kisses, he sort of...twitched, head jerking as she hit a particular spot under his chin.

"That tickles!" he protested, chuckling. He opened his eyes and reached to cup the back of her head with one large hand.

[heromiyuu]

"Opsie...?"

Neria smiled, wickedly, bright round eyes adding to the look. She kissed him at the press of his hand on the back of her neck, sliding to settle by his side. Her hands trailed his scars, old and new, feeling their touch under her fingerpads, humming with a calm bliss.

"I must be the luckiest woman alive."

[wardenalistair]

Alistair snorted at the clearly unrepentant look on her face, his lips widening in a grin that her kiss did nothing to stop.

When she settled beside him, he curved his arm around her waist and ran his hand up and down her side, the gesture soothing, gentle.

"Not half so lucky as me, my love," he said, nuzzling her head and inhaling her scent and dragging his lips along the pointed shell of her ear.

[heromiyuu]

Her ear twitched involuntarily at his kiss, her breathing settling in a slower pace.

"Hurlock Alpha, the scar." she held his hand and placed it above the mark "Proving that is a very bad idea raid the Deep Roads with two mages, an archer and a scout and no proper vanguard. It had me pinned on the wall, Velanna wasn't nowhere near to heal me, poor Nate almost panicked with that much blood."

[wardenalistair]

Alistair stroked his fingers over the scar gently for a long time without saying anything.

"I think the lesson to be learned here," he said finally, and his voice was raspy with emotion, "is that we clearly work much better together than apart."

[heromiyuu]

"But we learn it by just looking at you." she giggled, nipping his forearm scar playfully "Nate managed to stop the bleeding and we had to wait some good time for Sigrun and Velanna to come back. The potions we had were just enough to stabilize me and we had to retreat."

Neria closed her eyes and sighed.

"I might not be able to have kids, vhenan." she waited for her words to sink in "I cried, I was devastated for a long time and I thought that was something I had to tell you for myself, not through a letter."

[wardenalistair]

Alistair pressed a kiss to her forehead and interlaced their fingers.

"You know the odds of the two of us...tainted as we are...were never very good to begin with, my love. It doesn't change the way I feel about you."

He ran his thumb over her knuckles. "I don't know how well this lifestyle of ours is suited to children, but - if you want them - you know there are a lot of orphans left from all the fighting, between this war with Corypheus and the mage-templar conflict and the demons from the rifts. We could...adopt? If you wanted."

[heromiyuu]

"We definitely could. Not now, of course. I mean... we still have things to do. But once we're settled..."

Neria kissed his knuckles.

"Please, tell me that we have a good chance of settling somewhere?" she laughed "You're the High Constable now, I could train the order's mages... this... could happen, right?"

[wardenalistair]

"I mean...yes? I want to say yes. I definitely think yes." Alistair chewed on his lip. "Weisshaupt is...not the ideal place to raise a family, truth be told. I was much happier at Vigil's Keep."

He twisted his head to look at her. "Not that I want to abandon the Order, I just...don't fancy being in charge of everything forever. And I miss Ferelden already." He laughed lightly. "The Anderfels are too damn cold."

[heromiyuu]

"Wait, colder than Ferelden? That's impossible." she was legitimately surprised "I don't mind the cold weather... in fact, I like it."

Neria was quiet for some time, thoughtful.

"Perhaps it take some time, but I'm sure once we finish turning the Grey Wardens into something better there will be plenty of helpful hands to replace us. I'm still Warden Commander of Ferelden, Vigil's Keep is still there for us." she smiled

[wardenalistair]

Alistair grunted. "In the winter, yes. It's absurdly hot in the summer, so I'm told."

He let out a breath. "I'm sure you're right. I'm just...I want..." he paused. "I can do anything so long as you come back to me, love, but it would be nice to have something resembling...a home? I've never had one of those before, unless you count you. Which I do. But. You know what I mean."

[heromiyuu]

"I'm afraid to say my closest experience with a home was with you, in Vigil's Keep vhenan. I don't have the slightest clue on how a nice, normal home should be."

She shifted on the bed, laying just on top of Alistair, chin resting on his chest. "I have few memories of my family, in the alienage. My mother was severe, but incredibly sweet too, my father was mostly a cuddly bear and everything was good... normal. I don't think I could ever live such... ordinary life. Not after stopping the Blight, after spending half of my days crawling in ancient temples and the Deep Roads... I would probably be insane in a week." she chuckled "But I like the routine in the Keep, watching over the recruits and Amaranthine. It's hard work, but it's the only life I know outside the circle."

[wardenalistair]

"I think you overestimate my experiences with normal homes, my love," he said, chuckling.

He toyed with her hair when she shifted, fingers brushing through it gently.

"I spent most of my childhood in either a kennel or a Chantry. Vigil's Keep suits me just fine. We're...something of a family, aren't we, you and I and Sigrun and the rest? I would hate to leave any of them. It would be like the end of the Blight all over again."

[heromiyuu]

"Well, if you think being secluded from you family and being raised like a mass murder weapon is a better 'home' experience..." she chuckled "But please, let's spare the children from such bliss, yes?"

Neria kissed the middle of his chest. "So, now that we have agreed an ordinary life doesn't suit us, what's the plan? Rather than 'never be apart again', which I highly appreciate, what else? What do you want to do?"

She smiled again; Neria was always careful on letting Alistair deciding how things would work on his life, always recalling their conversation, during the Blight, of how he'd never had any power over his own destiny. Truth to be told, she was also always delighted with him bossing around.

[wardenalistair]

"Maker forbid," he chuckled.

Alistair arched a brow, a knowing look on his face at the question. He was very aware of Neria's tendency to make sure he felt heard, felt he had a choice in their decisions. It was one of many things he loved about her.

"I am a simple man, my dear. To be with you, and to be able to hope to live to a ripe old age? That's quite enough. But what," he settled one hand on her waist, the other tipping her chin up slightly, "would you like?"

[heromiyuu]

"Not fair, I asked you first." Neria held his hand and kissed it, smiled widening on her face "What I want... hmm... I want to go back to the Keep once we settle our matters with the order. And to raise mabaris. Lots of mabaris. And I want children to raise... at least one little mage to burn our eyebrows when sneezing. They'll totally drive mistress Woolsey and Varel insane. " she chuckled, eyes dreaming with the idea "They'll grow up amidst the new Grey Wardens and tales of battles, but one of our girls will dream of Orlais and frilly dresses and aunt Leliana will certainly be very pleased to spoil her. She'll give you a hard time with boys piling up to court her." she planted another kiss on his hand "And we'll get old, surrounded by grandchildren, and mabari. Sounds like a good plan, don't you think?"

[wardenalistair]

"Mabaris! Oh, yes, please," Alistair said with a wide smile. "All the Mabaris the Keep can hold, I say. All of them. We'll invite Zevran back and he'll teach all the children to be entirely too sneaky for their own good. Ooh, and you know what we should do." He leaned forward to kiss her forehead and then the tip of her nose. "Seeing Anders here - I rather miss that mage, don't you? We should do what we can to drag him back. We'll keep that Vael off his back with our Warden immunity and I don't know, make sure he brings his lovers with, or something. What do you think?"

He looked a bit giddy with all of these ideas, grinning and giving her a very keen set of hazel puppy eyes.

[heromiyuu]

"Oh, so you want your shemlen so-called brother in law back? I thought you weren't very fond of possessed mages." she tilted her head, yawning " And the Vael Prince... well, he'll have to go through me if he wants Anders."

Neria shifted again, back to Alistair's side, resting her head on the curve of his neck, lazy and sleepy.

"This might sound crazy, but I miss even Oghren and his belch competitions. I won once, before you came back to the Keep."

[wardenalistair]

"I am not very fond of abominations, it's true. They're all 'rawr!' and 'eat your face off!' and 'die fiends!'. But Anders isn't one of those. And I always did like Justice."

His words started to slow, and he combed his fingers through her hair sleepily. He laughed.

"You never told me that, love. Truth be told, I miss all of them. Even Oghren and his belching."

[heromiyuu]

"Varel was very displeased with the competition Oghren set up with the guards." she nuzzled his shoulder and planted a small kiss to it "I heard him calling my name to solve that matter, all stoic and serious... he was very surprised to see me there." she closed her eyes, giggling "Poor Varel... oh, I really gave him a hard time."