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]

For the first time in a really good time, Neria slept well the whole night, no nightmares to torment her sleep or the absence of Alistair to make her heart ache.

His warmth and his scent always worked miracles by her sleep and having him back in such tiresome situation was more than she believed she deserved.

When she woke up, hours later, her heart was relieved for having him by her side; she didn't think she would stand the pain of having dreamt all their time together. He looked serene and younger when sleeping, bringing a smile to her face when she recalled the first time they shared the tent. Creators, she was so nervous, but so was he, and everything was very awkward but he had been so thoughtful, so careful and gentle she could hardly picture a more perfect way of trusting her body and heart to someone. She caressed his cheek and brushed his lips with her fingerpads gazing at him fondly.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair had moved during the night to sprawl out on his back, one arm thrown carelessly above his head, the other wrapped loosely around Neria's side.

At the soft brush of Neria's fingers along his cheek, he stirred.

"Nnnngh," he mumbled against her fingers on his lips, eyes closed. He tilted his head back to nuzzle towards the sensation. Someone was touching him, his sleepy mind supplied, and if memory served him, those were his wife's fingers. He hoped. He scrunched his eyes shut even more and got a little furrow between his brows. Please, please...

"Please tell me that's you, love," he said, voice hoarse with sleep and cautiously hopeful, still not opening his eyes.

[heromiyuu]

"Why?"

Neria approached, speaking with a hint of humor just above Alistair's lips, brushing it slightly with her own as she spoke "Expecting someone else?"

[wardenalistair]

Alistair groaned at the touch of her lips and the sound of her voice, relief and desire and need all tangling up inside him. He reached for her waist and pulled her close, opening his eyes.

"Oh, you know. Maybe the wind? A desire demon? Some asshole underling telling me I've overslept my latest big important meeting?"

[heromiyuu]

"Well... I know some chaste types that certainly would say my neverending desire for you isn't something from this world..." she pondered, smiling michievously "But no... no one else except for little, old me"

[wardenalistair]

"Never-ending, you say?" Alistair grinned positively wickedly.

"Whatever..." his right hand drifted upwards to tangle in her hair, "might we..." he kissed her languidly, lips pressing, gentle but insistent, against hers and then dipping to kiss the corner of her mouth before he pulled back. He rolled his hips suggestively. "...do about that?"

[heromiyuu]

Neria bit her lower lip at Alistair's provocative motion, stifling a low moan.

"I don't know. Something on your mind?"

[wardenalistair]

Alistair threw his head back against the pillow and laughed, absolutely unable to keep this image of a smolderingly seductive version of himself up any longer.

Just as quickly, he grasped more firmly at Neria's hips and rolled her and himself so that he was on top.

"You..." he said, peppering kisses under her jaw and down her neck and over her breastbone, "are impossible and beautiful and completely, totally, utterly distracting." He propped himself up on an elbow by her head and gave her a completely wide-open smile, ignoring the blush threatening to creep from his ears and down to his chest.

[heromiyuu]

She laughed openly, wide smile on her face at his words, one hand tangling on his hair, the other resting on his lower back, nails scraping his skin oh so lightly.

"Oh, you flatter me, sir."

[wardenalistair]

Alistair hummed, trying not to shiver at the scrape of her nails against his skin.

He bent his head to nose along the side of one breast and then scraped his teeth over her nipple, soothing the sting with his tongue immediately.

"Mm. Is it working?" He peered at her face.

[heromiyuu]

She closed her eyes and arched her back at his touch, definitely moaning now. His mouth around her nipple send her a jolt of want and desire directly to her bundle of nerves. Her breath faltered for a moment and she gripped his side.

"Go ahead, you are doing good."

[wardenalistair]

Alistair grinned a little and lowered his head again to nip and lick, and when he closed his mouth entirely around her nipple, he reached for her other breast with one hand, fingers clever and coaxing against her skin.

[heromiyuu]

Neria whimpered, body aching for more contact, more friction between then. His hot, wet mouth felt so damn good, his calloused warm fingers just increasing her boiling need.
Her grip on his hair increased and she parted her legs so he could fit between her thighs.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair let go her nipple with a rather obscene sounding wet pop and proceeded to kiss his way down her stomach. He settled himself between her thighs, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, and kissing the inside of that thigh as he did so.

Then he bent, spreading her labia with his thumbs, and licked a path from the bottom of her folds to the top.

[heromiyuu]

Neria threw her head in the pillows, hands gripping the bed sheets, a moan masked as a heavy, slow sigh escaping her mouth.

The raspy feeling of his stubble against the soft skin of her thigh, the wet warmth of his tongue against her folds, his fingers... all his noises and gestures were damping her senses.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair hummed his approval when she sighed, the smile on his lips perhaps able to be felt against her skin. He reached one hand up to search for hers, a bit blindly, and interlaced their fingers when he found her hand buried in the sheets.

He could feel his own need growing inside him, a warm pressure at the bottom of his stomach, his cock already hard and and trapped against his stomach by the bed. He resisted the urge to rut against the sheets seeking friction and focused instead on the noises his wife was making, the tension in her legs around him. He licked intently, tongue sweeping, then moving up to lap at her clit.

[heromiyuu]

The grip of her hand over his was strong. Every single muscle on her body was tensed, her pleasure boiling thanks to his ministrations. Her hips buckled against his mouth as she moaned his name, breathing getting more and more labored after each sweep of his tongue.

"Vhenan... please....
Her voice trembled, breathless.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair eased back right when she was on the brink, licking his lips. He pressed several kisses to the inside of her thighs, thumb brushing over the back of her hand.

"What is it you want, love?" he asked, voice gravelly. "Anything."

[heromiyuu]

"You... I want you."

She reached out for him, propping herself up. Neria let go of his hand, cupping his jaw and bending to kiss his lips, taste herself on his mouth. Her tongue coaxed to part his lips, to tangle and swirl with his own, wet, lustful, needing, delicious moans and noises stifled by their kiss.

[wardenalistair]

Alistair surged up to meet her when she cupped his jaw, opening his lips to her immediately, tangling their tongues together in a warm, wet slide. His hands roamed her body, grasping her hips, threading through her hair, sweeping down her spine and pulling her flush against him. He panted into their open mouths, most of his control shattered, and whimpered when she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged gently.

"Ne-neria..."

[heromiyuu]

He could feel her smile on his lips when she laid back on the bed, pulling him together without breaking their kisses and touches. Neria wrapped her legs around his hips, her hands moving to his scalp and the back of his neck, frantic, intoxicated by his voice and noises.

"Don't hold yourself, Alistair. I'm yours, and you're mine, remember?" her voice was dripping with desire, barely a whisper, then a provocative sweep of her tongue over his lips "Fuck me."

[wardenalistair]

Alistair groaned, a guttural noise, at that. Fuck me.

He braced himself with one hand on the bed and took hold of his cock with the other, lining up and pressing inside of her but slowly, agonizingly slow, till he was seated fully.

Burying his face in the joining of her neck and shoulder, he inhaled sharply, her scent like smoke and mountain flowers mixed with their sweat filling his nostrils. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her skin and had only the mental faculties to wonder again that this was real, this was his, he could have this, before the need building at the back of his spine was too much and he had to move.

[heromiyuu]

Neria stood still at the feeling of Alistair slowly filling her, the muscles of her neck tensed with her labored breathing. Her nails brushed and scraped his back in a soothing motion as she felt him. The salty, musk smell of his sweat, her own scent mixed to his.

She bit his ear once he started moving, tongue darting to soothe the sting; she moaned his name in a whisper close to his ear, so Alistair, and only Alistair, would listen to it, only him would know the powerful effect he had over her senses. Her hips rolled to meet with his, arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts painfully pressed against his chest in the motion.

[wardenalistair]

It wasn't that Alistair was exactly a blushing virgin these days - blushing, on occasion, certainly, but otherwise he liked to think he had become a pretty decent lover. Certainly much better than their first fumbling attempts during the Blight, when finesse had been lost to their overwhelming desire for each other. As quietly as possible, of course, with the rest of their companions only a tent or two over.

But it had been three years of solitude and lack, three years of nights spent sweaty and wanting and alone in his sheets. Alistair didn't have the control he once had, not now that he was inside her at last, not with his entire world reduced to the points where his skin met hers, reduced to her murmur of his name in his ear and the heat of her around him, against him.

Alistair wrapped his arms around her waist and held her as close as he dared, turning his head slightly to kiss her chin, the edge of her jaw, the side of her neck, and then the pressure at the base of his spine was building, and the drag of her breasts against his chest was impossibly distracting and Maker he - he couldn't...

"Fuck," he moaned, vision going white around the edges, hips stuttering.

[heromiyuu]

Neria turned her head to kiss Alistair, breaking apart to brush her nose to his in a slow, soothing pace. She smiled on his lips, before kissing him one more time.