fadewalk | RP: Alistair (wardenalistair)

Neria woke up again few hours later, she thought, though there wasn't a way to keep track of time on that place, the sky always look the same through the window. Alistair still had his arms wrapped around her and she felt so warm and comfortable that staying in bed seemed like an marvelous idea. She readjusted in bed, to free her arm, and snuggled closer to him, closing her eyes again.

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Alistair had slept better in this place, however long they had been here, than he had in all the years he and Neria had been apart. This time he slept soundly, no darkspawn dreams to disturb him, no false Calling, and barely stirred at all.

Neria would never be tired of how good his bare skin felt under her. Velvety, warm (very warm), safe. She could bask the whole day on that feeling, peacefully leaving all her troubles behind. She kissed his cheek, inhaled his hair, tightened her arms around him. He was a gift.

"Mmm," Alistair mumbled when she kissed him, turning in her arms to rub his face against her chest. With his eyes still closed, it was difficult to tell if he was awake or not.

She grimaced. Neria didn't mean to wake him, he was sleeping so peaceful, so happy.

He settled back against her with a sigh.

'Good.' Neria thought, melting near Alistair again.

She needed to get up and stretch her body a bit, slightly unused to sharing a bed with someone. Hopefully, few more time in bed with her husband would solve that problem.

It was some time later before Alistair stirred again. He shifted in her arms, settled again, and repeated this several times before he finally cracked his eyes open.

She opened her eyes when he moved, caressing his face.

"Hey, you"

"Hi love," he mumbled, voice hoarse with sleep. He smiled up at her, and reached a hand to scrub at his eyes and then run through his extremely mussed hair. It stuck up in the front and was smashed flat on the side he'd mostly lain on.

"Did you have a good sleep?" Neria leaned to kiss his forehead, letting her lips linger over his skin, a little lazy to move away.

"Mm-hmm." His hand drooped to her shoulder, his fingers tracing the curve of her muscles and the line of her collarbone. He tilted his head back slightly so her lips lingered more on his forehead, exposing the line of his throat.

"You?"

"Good, yes. A little sore from oversleeping."

She tilted her head, cheek against his forehead now. She shivered from his touch, even though there was nothing sexual about it. Her senses were still waking, which made some of it more sensitive.

Alistair nodded mutely, and rubbed some sleep from the inner corner of his eye. When she shivered, he fished around for the blankets which had fallen somewhere down over his waist and tugged them over both their shoulders. He chafed her arms gently.

"Better?"

"Better. But..." she stared the tub "I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me?"

It took Alistair craning his neck around to see what she was staring at to understand the question through his still pleasantly sleep-fogged brain.

"Oh. 'Course."

Neria kissed the tip of his nose, joyful. Propping herself up with her hands, she stretched her arms above her head, elbows popping with a soft noise.

She stretched her neck and rolled her shoulders, still sitting by the bedside.

Alistair sat up more slowly. He reached for her shoulders and squeezed, thumbs massaging gently, then bent to press a kiss to the side of her neck.

Neria sighed with the touch, leaning to it, eyes closed in contentment.

"Oh please, don't stop."

Alistair hummed, scooting closer and bracketing her with his thighs on either side of her hips. His big hands worked their way down her back and then up to her shoulders again, kneading firmly.

Neria melted under his hands, humming in approval. Head falling forward, chin resting near her collarbone, her side twitched a little under his hand and she giggled, softly.

Alistair pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades and chuckled at the giggle.

"What?" he asked, amused, sliding one hand down her side and tickling there.

Neria arched her back away from him, laughing.

"No, not fair!

Alistair used her movement to slide his hand around her side and flatten it against her stomach, pulling her back towards him. He bent his head to kiss her, open-mouthed and breathless and eager.

Neria kissed him back, slightly surprised, parting her lips for him. She turned, cupping his jaw with one hand to deepen the kiss, her free arm wrapping his neck, her side leaning on him.