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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"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.

"I don't know why I find it so hard to believe." Neria quirked an eyebrow before Alistair kissed her, a soft sigh escaping her mouth. The bathtub was slightly too small for them both, but she managed to shift to straddle one of his legs, standing on her knees to move closer to him, cradling his face with her hands without breaking the kiss.

"Then we'll just have to see if my powers of persuasion are still in effect, hmm?" he broke the kiss long enough to murmur, and then went right back to kissing her, short brushes of his tongue against her lips in an effort to get her to open her mouth to him. One hand skimmed down her back to knead her ass. The water in the tub lapped against the sides, some spilling over the edge.

Neria opened her mouth to his kiss, her tongue sweeping his. She yelped when Alistair squeezed her ass, whispering to his lips "Oh, they're definitely working."

Alistair raised his brows and smiled against her lips. "Good to know," he whispered back, just a touch smug, tangling his fingers in her hair to tip her head back so he could kiss down the column of her throat and along the line of her collarbones.

A laugh started to bubble up and then became a low, soft moan. His warm, wet lips over the soft skin of her neck, kissing, nibbling, provoking, causing her breath to falter. She wanted more of his touch, more of the soft noises he made when kissing her. More.
"We should probably get out of the tub... it seems to me we need more space."

Alistair pulled back, smirking. "As you wish, love." He paused. "Do you want to get the rest of the way clean first? Or...perhaps after?" His hazel eyes sparkled.

"No much use on it since we're about to get all messed up, I guess." she smirked, leaning to bite his lip "The tub will be exactly in the same place when we're done."

Neria ran her hands down his sides, teasing with her nails, mouth diverting from his lips to his earlobe, sucking the soft flesh.

Alistair chuckled, and then sighed when she sucked at his ear.

He put his hands on the edges of the tub and leveraged himself to his feet. "Right. Bed." He swung one leg over the tub, water streaming over the muscles of his body, beading on his skin, warm and near-golden in the low light. He snagged a towel from where he'd lain them and wrapped it around his hips without drying off, and then reached for another, which he brought back to Neria and held out.

Neria giggled at his readiness, accepting the towel in the same motion as she stood up. Her eyes drinked the sight of his muscles from the hem of the towel, hanging down his hips, up to his navel and chest, the craving in her eyes softening once laid upon the scar just above his heart. She kissed it and closed her eyes in a silent prayer, grateful Alistair was alive, grateful he was there to help her stand the madness. Just grateful.

When she opened her eyes, Neria blushed under his hazel gaze as she didn't in a long time, feeling naked. Well, she was naked, as matter of fact. But being naked and feeling naked were quite different things, in her experience. For a split second, she was again the young bashful and inexperienced mage, trying to convince herself and the rest of the world she could face the Blight with her little band of misfits. Her hand reached for his face and cupped his cheek, her green eyes shining with years of love, caring, respect and admiration. A fond sigh escaped her lips and she smiled "I love you, Alistair." that was all she managed to say. All she needed him to know.

Alistair was undone by the depths of love shining in her eyes. He didn't need words to understand the gratefulness in the way she kissed his scar, the blush on her cheeks as he looked at her, the way her eyes shifted up his body, hungry and appreciative. They had used a lot of words over the years, trying to understand this thing between them, trying to make sure they were understood by each other. But they'd been two halves of one heart for a long time now, and Alistair felt he knew her and her thoughts better than he knew his own, most days.

He laid his big hand over hers on his cheek and murmured, with all the feeling inside him, "I love you too, my dear."

Neria's smile at his words was bright and clean. She worked her way out of the tub, stepping closer to Alistair, basking on the warmth of his body. Her free arm found its way around his waist and she tip toed to plant a soft kiss to his jaw and chin, moving upwardd to the corner of his mouth and finally a chaste kiss to his lips, with reverence. Slowly, she moved to hug him, closer, tighter, listening to his breath, feeling his heart beat inside his chest and echoing on her own.

After a good time in silence, bare skin against bare skin, Neria pulled away, fingers trying to tame a few loose strands from Alistair's hair. She took a sit on the bed, tapping the place by her side with a wink.

Edited Date: 2015-09-24 10:26 am (UTC)