Writer's note: One shot. Marissa realizes Alistair's growing desire for

her quite by accident as she comes to terms with hers. I call this…

Accidentally on Purpose.

Marissa gently wrapped the rose in the moistened silk and put it back in

her pack. Alistair had given it to her a few days ago and remembering the words

he said still made her smile as well his embarrassment at the end when she called

his bluff regarding getting down to the 'steamy bits'. She was happy that he felt

the same way she felt and decided to let things progress normally. As Marissa

left her tent, she stopped at the sight of Alistair chopping wood. He was shirtless

and the sight of his bare chest made her gasp. It was the first time Marissa had

seen him without a shirt.

"Makers breath!"

The moment she first encountered Alistair arguing with that mage she

found him handsome but the sight of that finely sculpted chest took her breath

away. She had never been with a man before and the only things she knew

about physical intimacy was the book she had stolen from her brother's room.

It was called the Art of Love; and she remembered the images made her blush

and fantasize about Ser Gilmore. The sight of Alistair stirred something in her

that she thought she'd never feel. She closed her eyes and visualized laying on

top of him, worshiping that magnificent chest with kisses that it deserved.

She pictured herself methodically undoing his breeches and savoring the sight

of his manhood. Marissa shook herself back to reality. Except for the images

from that book, she had never seen a penis and the thought of it both thrilled

and terrified her.

"Stop thinking such lecherous thoughts!" Marissa admonished herself.

"You used to be a noblewoman for Maker's sake!"

Marissa decided to go pick herbs for Morrigan and Wynne to keep her

mind off those forbidden thoughts.

A couple hours later, Marissa returned with several bags of herbs and

brought them to Morrigan and Wynne.

Morrigan looked surprised. "You looked like you harvested several

Fields."

"You're welcome." Marissa said.

Wynne was more appreciative the herbs.

."It will be nice to not haggle with merchants for awhile. Thank you.

Now go clean yourself up." She smiled.

Marissa was looking forward to showering under the waterfall as she

made her way through the brush. A strange sound coming from the area

broke her trance and she immediately grabbed one of her daggers and went

into stealth mode. As Marissa made her to the clearing and down

the rocky path the sound of the waterfall grew louder but she also heard

someone moaning. She stopped dead in her tracks when discovering

Alistair was standing naked under the waterfall. Marissa could feel herself

get hot as she hid in the shadows. A part of her felt guilty for violating

his privacy but the rest of her was so mesmerized by the sight of him that

she could not help herself. Marissa nearly fell over as she finally got a view

of the front of him. His eyes were closed and there was a hint of small smile

on his face but Marissa was transfixed at his length which stood erect.

"Marissa." He moaned.

She stifled her gasp as he closed a hand on his erection and

slowly stroked himself in an up and down fashion.

"My Marissa."

Marissa was on fire as she watched him move his hips in time

to his strokes while continuing to call her name in a voice that echoed with

ecstasy.

Marissa was not so naive that she was unfamiliar with the art

self pleasure as she tried it herself a few times but never achieved anything

substantial except a few good feelings when touching herself down there

but never anything she overhead the servants describe.

Thankful that she was a master in stealth, Marissa opened her

blouse, licked her fingers and proceeded to tease the nipples of her breasts

as she watched Alistair. Slowly she undid the laces of her breeches and moved

her hand to her bud discovering its wet heat was waiting for her as she slid two

fingers and slowly started to move then in a circular motion trying to match

her movements to Alistair's.

Alistair's body was flushed as he increased the speed of his thrusts,

his face contorted in what seemed to be a combination of pleasure and agony.

Marissa moved her hips as she continued to finger herself; letting

the waves of pleasure build.

Alistair wanted her just as much as she desired him. The closer she

got to release, she imagined what their first time time would be like. She

pictured herself worshipping his body as he would do to her. Her breathing

grew frantic and she could feel her heart racing as she sped up her movements

and she finally shattered into what seemed like a never-ending string of spasms,

she saw Alistair dropped to his knees when reaching is own release as he called

out her name one last time.

Marissa buttoned her blouse, laced her breeches and quietly

retreated to the middle of the brush.

When seeing Alistair approaching her, she bent down to remove

her boots.

"Marissa." He smiled. "Going to clean up? The water is great."

"Oh Good." Marissa said nervously. "I feel so gritty after picking

all those herbs. And I think I got too much sun."

"By the way, you think we could go for a walk after supper?"

"I'd like that." She smiled

"Great." He beamed. "We can go look at the stars and talk."

"Well I better go get cleaned up."

"And I better make sure someone started supper." He laughed.

"See you later then."

Alistair watched her disappear into the brush, not seeing the

the knowing grin on her face.

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