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 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.

Alistair hummed his approval into the kiss, wrapped both arms around her middle now, licked his way into her mouth.

"Hmm, vhenan..."

Neria pulled away, breathless, chest rising and falling in heavy pants. She turned to face Alistair, her breasts pressed against his chest. "We aren't going to make it to the tub now, right?" she chuckled

Alistair stroked her cheek. "I mean..." He bent to kiss her nose. "After last night, love, it's pretty much whatever you want. What do you want? Anything. Tub, bed, anything."

She laughed, nuzzling his nose, then moving to nuzzle his jaw and ear "Creators, what have I done to you?". Neria wrapped his neck with both arms, tilting her head so slightly "Join me in the tub. I miss relaxing with you."

Alistair rolled his eyes slightly and chuckled. "I'm just not sure how much you got out of that, is all." He kissed her cheek. "But relaxing with you sounds lovely."

"Oh, I certainly had my fun, believe me." she bit his lower lip, chuckling "But you don't have to compensate for anything, you know that."

Neria pulled away now, motioning to the tub. She used a spell to heat the water and entered, a long, satisfied sigh leaving her lips. "And if you are so concerned about it, cuddle with me, now. That's an order, warden." she winked

Alistair laughed. "I know, love, I know."

He slid off the bed and followed her to the tub, settling in to sit behind her and then snuggled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her with a sigh of contentment.

Neria purred, melting on his arms "Oh, this is good. Really good. I could stay here the whole day."

Alistair kissed the top of her head. "I'm not opposed. Might get a bit pruny after a while though."

"I don't mind. Definitely not after all these years wandering in the Western Approach and in the Deep Roads." she rested the back of her head on his shoulder, kissing his jaw "Do you mind scrubbing my back?"

Alistair wrinkled his nose. "The Deep Roads in particular are very smelly, aren't they?" He reached for the soap and another of the washcloths he'd set out already. "Of course not."

He nudged her to sit forward slightly and then pressed a kiss to her shoulder before he began.

"Creators, nothing about being a Warden, or a mage, or a fighter, ever prepares you to face the stench from their nests."

Neria settled, to give Alistair more room to wash her back.

"They could at least take a bath once a week. Once I found this beautiful underground fountain in the Deep Roads. Fresh water, completely clean, just perfect. They don't have much of an excuse."

Alistair chuckled. "I don't think cleanliness has ever been high on their list of priorities, my dear. Something to do with the fact that the only thing that drives them is the need to dig and delve until they find an archdemon, I assume."

"You're right. But as far as we know, they seek for the Old Gods' Calling. Gods, for goodness sake! Couldn't they imprint the Calling with something else? Perhaps higher hygiene standards?" she chuckled "Take the Architect's lair as an example. The place is as clean as it could be, all things considered."

She glanced at Alistair over her shoulder, smiling "Have I told you how much I missed this?"

"Yes, but the Architect is rather a special case, wouldn't you say? Or..." he frowned. "I would have said so before Corypheus, anyways. Hmm." He set the cloth back on the chair near the soap again when he'd finished with her back and grinned, strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her back against him.

"I believe you have, but it's something that bears repeating," he murmured, bending down to kiss her. "I missed you too. All of this. Everything."

Neria kissed him back, slightly turning so she could cup his jaw with one hand. She deepened the kiss, biting his lower lip and licking it later, to soothe the pain. She grinned against his lips "Everything, hm? Care to elaborate?"

Alistair chuckled, one big hand rubbing along her collarbone and over the curve of her shoulder, the other holding her close.

"Everything," he repeated, his hazel eyes warm on her face, her eyes, her lips. "Waking up in your arms in the morning - or, after sleeping, anyways. Sharing meals with you. Bathing with you. Making love to you. Just...talking and touching. All of it, my dear. I missed all of it."

Neria chuckled "You, sir, are a charmer." she acused him, her bright green eyes shining. She leaned closer and kissed slow, open mouthed kisses to his neck, her palms against his chest.

Alistair let his head fall back against the tub and closed his eyes.

"It, ah, doesn't count as charming if it's, hm, the truth, does it?" He opened one eye to squint at her, a smile playing at his lips. His hands drifted down, rubbed gentle paths up and down her back.

"I don't see how one thing should necessarily exclude the other." she grinned on his skin, leaning her head on the curve of his neck "I also think your judgement is severely compromised by the circumstances."

Alistair brushed a hand over the back of her head.

"Whatever gave you that impression, my dear?" He smirked.

"Oh, I don't know." she kissed his chin "Perhaps the fact we're naked, together, inside a bathtub. Or how we woke up together. Or how I delightfully tortured you just before."

Neria punctuated every sentence with a kiss to his chin or jaw, grinning.

Alistair squirmed slightly, breathless and grinning, and then he cupped Neria's face with one big hand so that she would have to look at him instead of kiss him, and he tilted his head, hazel eyes suddenly serious.

"Ah, but you see, I missed all of those things when I was alone in my bedroll these past months, so I don't think my judgment is tied to having you in my arms again, not at all."

He thumbed the middle of her chin and bent to kiss her, intently, like he could prove his point about how much he wanted all of her just by the way his lips pressed against hers.