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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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."

Alistair nibbled at her collarbone and pulled back enough to meet her eyes.

"Pray tell," he smiled, and then his hazel eyes grew slightly more serious. "Anything you want, love."

Neria rolled her hips tentatively, and she guided his hand down her stomach, belly and lower curls, eyes full of want locked on his.

"Just earlier you hand felt like the missing piece of this particular part of me..." she whispered, labored breath from anxiety and desire "I wonder why." she smiled with mischief

Alistair grinned at her, letting her guide his hand. He kissed her briefly and then shifted down on the bed slightly to make the angle easier.

His hand was sure on her skin, and he slipped two fingers between her thighs and dragged them up the length of her slit, gathering the slick there, and then he rubbed maddeningly slow circles around her clit.

She bit her lower lip, trying to stiff a moan, but the motion of his skilled fingers were too much to resist. In fact, she didn't want to resist. He knew her too well to coax the most delicious sounds and noises from her.

And, really, the look Alistair was giving her was positively greedy for any and every sound she made. He fixed his eyes on her face and drank in every expression on her face, and he exchanged the fingers circling her clit for his thumb, traced those two fingers back down between her folds and thrust them inside of her.

"That's it," he murmured. "Let me hear you, love."

Neria gasped, surprised with the sudden thrust, hips eagerly meeting his fingers. Alistair was always so sweet, all smiles and pleasantries so his hungry look always had a direct effect on her wet core.

She threw her head on the pillows moaning for him to listen to her, toes curling. She wanted, needed more friction.

Alistair's lips curved, and he arched his fingers inside her and then set a faster pace, fingers thrusting in and out as his thumb drew circles around her clitoris. He lowered his head to kiss the soft skin just below her navel.

"Y-yes, vhenan, don't stop."

She was breathing faster, whimpering and whining, hands gripping the sheets as her body tensed, walls closing around his fingers. She was almost falling from the edge of her pleasure.

Alistair crooked his fingers inside her just so, and stretched up to kiss her, swallowing the noises she was making, his free hand reaching for hers again, his thumb never stopping its movements.

Neria kissed him back, eager, almost desperate and she was cut when her body shuddered, a delightful moan escaping her mouth and turning into a purr.

Alistair kept his fingers moving as she clenched around him, but his movements slowed and eventually stopped completely. He let go her hand and cupped her cheek, peppering kisses across her chin and cheek and brow and nose as her shuddering eased.

She melted in the bed, legs slowly slipping back in place. Smiling and purring, she nudged her cheek on his hand, ears still buzzing a little, fingers and toes slightly numb.

"I can't move." she stated, giddy "Thanks to you and your wicked fingers."

Alistair pulled his hand away from her thighs and wiped it on his trousers, smiling warmly.

"Good," he said smugly. "That was my cunning plan all along, didn't you know - making sure you will stay put and rest."

This was probably an exaggeration, but it sounded clever, so.

"But, what about you?"

Neria reached for his chest, planting a kiss there before wrapping her arms lazily around his waist in a hug.

Alistair considered this for a moment, his lips pursing. He was still half-hard, but there was the issue of hurting her and then he was still wearing his trousers and the fact that he was listing reasons not to meant he probably should just stop. He nuzzled under her chin and moved to flop on the bed beside her, pulling her close.

"Later, love," he murmured. "I would really rather just hold you right now."