fadewalk | RP: Alistair (wardenalistair)

Everything was darkness.

The feeling of the cold stone against her skin was the last thing she could remember before the darkness. So much noise, so much destruction, so much pain...

A refreshing feeling ran through her body, different from any kind of healing spell she have ever known. She could hear steps, metal against the stone floor. Was the fight over? She couldn't say for sure, her limbs were heavy, she felt terribly weak and tired. But maybe a little nap could make her feel better... just a little nap.

Neria didn't know how much time had passed when she started regaining her consciousness, slowly drifting out of her dreamless sleep. There was people talking and then there was silence again. Only a familiar warmth grounding her mind to the real world.

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"Oh, so this is what the great Grey Wardens are made of?" she laughed stopping to tickle Alistair with a wide grin, shifting on the bed to kneel by his side before wrapping an arm over his back, caressing him.

"There, there. I'm done."

Alistair keened pitifully and wiggled around without fully unfolding to bury his face in her lap.

"You are a wicked, cruel woman," he mumbled, voice muffled against her.

Neria giggled, curling her back to plant a kiss to his nape.

"You must know how to wiggle your fingers to be a good Commander." she wrinkled her nose, grinning at her bad pun

Alistair lifted his head slightly to squint at her, his blond curls falling into his eyes.

"That was dirty, love," he said with a slight grin.

"It was not."

She placed a finger under his chin to tilt his head to better meet her lips in a kiss. She nuzzled his cheek and moved to kiss his earlobe, whispering on his ear "Dirty are the things I want to do to you."

Alistair made a humming noise in the back of his throat that verged dangerously close to a purr. He shivered when her lips met his ear.

Putting his hands on her hips and straightening slightly, he nuzzled her neck and kissed the underside of her jaw.

"While that sounds wonderful, you need to get better first," he murmured, his face regretful.

"Hmm... actually..." Neria looked at him with a smile on face "I recall a story Zevran told me once about the wonders and miracles a time well spent in the company of someone could do for one's pain."

Her hands found the knot on the bandages Leliana had placed on her, over the cut, and removed it slowly; aside from the new with scar just bellow her breastband, there were no signs of the earlier fight.

"We can start slowly..." she planted a kiss to his jaw "take it easy..." another kiss, this time on his chin "see what happens... hm?"

"That sounds like something Zevran would say," Alistair grumbled quietly. His hands came up and hovered uselessly as she pulled off her bandage, and then he gave a relieved sigh when all that was revealed was a scar. He traced it reverently with calloused fingers, but was quickly distracted by Neria's kisses.

It was impossible to deny the warm heat pooling low in his gut, the way his whole body arched towards her, hungry for more of her touch. But then, she always had that affect on him.

He let out a low groan. "I don't want to hurt you, love," he said, his voice rough with the want he was trying desperately to ignore. He brushed her hair back from her forehead with the backs of his knuckles and cupped her cheek. "You'll - you'll tell me if it hurts?"

"I promise I will." she tilted her head and planted a kiss to his palm, her fingers undoing the ties of her breastband deftly. Neria tossed it away, leaning to wrap her arms around his neck and kissing him with parted lips, wet warm tongue meeting his own.

The fabric of his shirt brushed her nipples and the warm sensation down her belly increased.

Alistair's arms wrapped around her loosely and he met her kiss with equal passion, his mouth opening to her, tongue reaching to twine with hers.

He ran a hand down her back, fingers brushing gently over her spine and then he shifted, gathering her to him gently, laying her back against the bed and hovering over her. His movements were slow, more cautious than usual, and he took the time to be sure she wasn't in pain between each new touch. When she had lain back he paused, letting his hands stroke gently down her sides, and studied her face.

Her hands travelled down his chest and back before she brushed some hairlocks from his face, nails slightly scrapping his scalp. She kissed his nose when he stopped.

"Everything in place so far. Well, not everything..." she bit her lower lip, tentatively. "This reminds me of our first night together. Aside from the cold, the Blight, the camp neighbors and the bedrolls, of course, but... I knew that day you would never hurt me."

Alistair grinned. "So, it reminds you of our first time, except for...well, everything, and--" his voice faded when she said she knew he'd never hurt her. "...oh."

The level of trust in her eyes never failed to undo him, and the thought of her ten years ago, so confident in his touch even when he'd been a bumbling idiot about these things made his heart ache fiercely in his chest. He braced himself with an elbow by her head and skimmed his other hand down her side. This time when he kissed her it was rougher, still not as rough as it could have been, but claiming, as he poured the force of his love and desire and powerful need to be worthy of the faith she had in him into the press of his lips against hers.

"Oh...?" she echoed him, smiling, closing her eyes when he kissed her. If one thing about him haven't changed after all those years, this thing was certainly his utter care for her.

Their first time could hardly be more pathetic then it was, their inexperience taking the best of the moment. But she still could remember how careful, reverent even, were his hands trailing her body, how attentive he was for even the slightest change on her face. And she knew, then, that she could place body, heart and soul on his hands without fear.

She kissed him back with passion, thumbs smoothing his jaw, fingers playing with his earlobes, melting under his touch. A kiss filled with all of her acceptance, love, care and desire, wondering if she had ever failed to do for him what he have done for her.

Alistair didn't stop kissing her until he had to, pulling back to gasp lightly for breath. He toyed with her hair, fanned out as it was beneath her, ran its silky strands between his rough fingers. His other hand stopped brushing along her side to dip lower, under the clothes she still wore, running lightly over her curls before questing lower for the nub of nerves there.

His own desire was mostly ignored, a banked flame, pushed back lest it overwhelm them both and cause her more pain. Still, through his trousers he was hard against her thigh and he exhaled quietly when the friction of his body against hers was just enough to tease him, and no more.

He kissed the hollow of her throat and murmured, "My love."

Neria gasped at his touch, purring appreciatively. Her hands trailed his arms, slowly, arching slightly to create more friction between them, eyes eager with want.

She planted open-mouthed kisses to his neck, jaw and cheeks, reaching his lips and coaxing them to open for her.

Alistair shifted, more of his weight pressing against her side, and when she kissed his lips the hand by her hair cupped her cheek. He let out a soft noise of appreciation, opening his mouth to her - his tongue slipping inside to tangle with hers, to taste her.

He pulled his hand out to tug at the waist of her trousers, pulling them down sloppily over her hips without breaking their kiss.

Neria helped with her trousers, one hand hooking at the waist to pull it down whilst arching her back to lift enough from the bed in an almost snaky flow, never leaving his lips.

Her hands travelled down his chest, looking for the hem of his shirt. She wanted to feel more of his body heat, his sweat, see how his muscles rippled under his skin.

Alistair sort of tossed the rest of her clothes over his shoulder carelessly once she was free of them, and then he gripped her waist and moved over her, settling one leg between both of hers. His hips rocked against hers, the rough fabric of his trousers all that separated them, and when she reached for his shirt he lifted his own hands to the shoulders and pulled it off impatiently, tossing it aside as well.

He wanted more, more of their skin pressed together, more of her hands on him, more of the noises she made when he pleased her. It burned within him, the want for her, and his hips snapped against hers with less gentleness. All this time and the moments they had together were never old, never enough. Perhaps it was the thought of the taint still coursing in their veins, but Maker, he couldn't remember loving anything, wanting anything, so much in his life the way he had always wanted her.

A soft whimper dripped from her lips with want, hips rolling to meet his; if there was any pain left from the fight, soon it would be erased by the growing want boiling, burning, spreading on her body and numbing the world around them.

She kissed him again, biting his lower lip and then trailing it with her thumb in a attempt to soothe the pain, peppering kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Her nails brushed his spine, softly.

Alistair whined, lost in the scrape of her nails and the touch of her lips and the warmth of her body under him. His hands trailed down her arms and he grasped at her hands when he reached them, sliding his fingers between hers. He kissed along the edge of her jaw and then worried gently at her earlobe, scraping over it with his teeth and then replacing his teeth with his lips and kissing all around the outer shell of her ear.

"Still good, love?" he whispered into her ear, breathless.

"Very." she purred, his breath ghostling over her ear sending shivers to her whole body. Neria smiled, thumbs trailing back and forth his finger intertwined to hers; suddenly lost on his hazel eyes, drinking him in.

A hand escaped his grip and she brushed some curls of his hair from his face, cupping his cheek.

"I love you."

Alistair bent and kissed the tip of her nose, his eyes warm and certain on her face.

"I love you too," he whispered.

She grinned, giddy.

"I..." Neria wrapped her arms around his neck "could..." she kissed his lips, then his jaw, then his neck "eat you..." she sucked his pulse point "whole." then his earlobe.

Alistair bit his lip to keep from grinning from ear to ear and then gave in and just folded into her, giggling. His face flamed red, and he buried his whole head in her neck and shoulder to hide it.

"I would die happy," he mumbled, lips brushing against her neck as he spoke, though something in the possessiveness of the statement made his blood rush to his cock and suddenly the trousers he was still wearing were far, far too tight.

Neria smiled, gasping at the feeling of his strained length against her thigh, her own arousal nearly dripping.

"So... what do you intend to do, hm? I have a few suggestions."