As Aedan Cousland lay in bed and weaved in and out of consciousness, his ragged and disjointed thoughts lingered on the Battle of Ostagar. Betrayal stung worse then the arrow that had glanced his hip and left a deep gash in his side, but as he moved between short, fitful periods of sleep interspersed with bursts of intense pain, it was hardly the treachery of Loghain Mac Tir that kept him awake. In fact, weaving in and out of consciousness, too exhausted to even think about what had happened with any proper depth or examination, the events that had transpired began to weigh much less on his mind than the mere physical toll the battle took on him. At the time, he felt invincible, driven by adrenaline and the purest of survival instincts to fight through the pain and exhaustion, cutting down every last Darkspawn who shambled toward him.
But now, in some secluded cabin in the Wilds, all of that agony came rushing back to him, his body once more aware of its limitations, and seeking in some twisted logic to make him feel everything he'd been ignoring, all at once. The crashing pain come down upon him left him too exhausted to even scream through it, grunts and panting breaths his only way to express the pain whenever it spiked up hard enough to jostle him from his sleep. It left him disoriented, as if the past weeks had not been such a rampant flurry of chaos and change already. Sometimes he struggled to remember why he was being tended to not by his family physician, but a strange black-haired woman who had all the bedside manner of a starving wolf. Even in his haze though, he was taken by her beauty, up until the point she asked him something in a wry and mocking tone, at which point the degree to which her unprovoked sarcasm permeated their interactions took his mind off of the ample amounts of flesh her outfit bared.
Nightmares were inevitable, but he had expected them to be of the battle, of Darkspawn surrounding and overwhelming him and Alistair, leaving the only two living Grey Wardens to fall as their comrades did. Of the king's death played like guilty echoes in his mind over and over. But instead, in an astounding lack of perspective, he dreamt of Arl Howe, of the less grave of the betrayals he'd witnessed in the past weeks. Of the death of his family in the night by someone they all believed a friend. There seemed to be a lot of that going around Ferelden.
When the nightmare reached its feverish peak and shook him from his sleep, he shot upright, gasping as the small room he'd spent the past few days in once again filled his view, unfamiliar enough to immediately shake him from the fear and help clue him into the fact it was all a dream; this little hut was so far removed from Castle Cousland that it jostled him back to reality. It was the first time he'd woken up from anything other than pain, and as he sat, there was no shooting agony up his side.
Standing at the foot of his bed, mashing something with a mortal and pestle that was too high up for him to see, stood the raven-haired woman once again. "Do you ever wake up normally? I don't know much about wardens, but I don't think you or your far less cute friend have had a decent rest since you arrived."
Lying back down, Aedan panted heavily, the dream gone but the thoughts of it still remaining. His family had been cut down, and the order he joined had almost immediately followed suit. It was a prime situation for a rush of guilt and self-loathing, but he decided to throw himself instead into conversation, which he'd had very little of. It would provide a decent distraction, if nothing else. "Usually I'm not struggling with mortal injuries and the deaths of many weighing heavy on my conscience."
"Is that where this 'Oriana' woman comes from?" she asked, placing the bowl at last down by the bedside. Inside of it was a gray-green paste of some sort whose thorough unpleasance made perfectly clear that it was medicine. Not that Aedan was thinking too much about the paste, his face going pale and his tongue planting itself firmly between clenching teeth for fear of what he might say that would certainly be below him as a guest. Thankfully, before his mouth could fill with blood, she added, "I didn't mean to pry, you've been mentioning a lot of names in your sleep, and that's been the one that stuck out to me. And sit up, I need to apply this to your wound."
"She was my sister-in-law," he grumbled, slowly wriggling his way upright, remaining braced against the headboard the entire time. The shooting pain up his spine made it far from comforting, and it drained what little energy he had, but he had faith in whatever slimy goop she was about to coat the wound with. There were a lot of scrapes and aches where his armor had absorbed most of the blow but still left plenty of bruises, but the arrow wound had slowly grown infected, likely from filth of some kind on the arrowhead itself, and bed rest would not help it heal in particular. "Before I joined the Grey Wardens, I had the fortune of watching my family slaughtered by Arl Howe's men, so at the moment I'm all full up on betrayals."
There was the faintest reaction in Morrigan's face, but Aedan caught it before it could vanish once more behind her cool expression. And it was all he needed, really; there was something decidedly awkward beneath her cold and sarcastic exterior, leaving him with a feeling that she wasn't used to be around people who weren't her mother. There was something akin to empathy in that half-second expression that he would accept as her condolences, closing his eyes as she ran her fingers through the gloppy mixture and pressed it into his side.
It was cold in more ways than he'd expected, a tingling chill running along the wound as the fingers pressed a large glob of the unpleasantly coloured paste onto his wound and began to rub it in. Suddenly, the mood had shifted, bucking wildly as Aedan felt soft fingers massaging against his flesh, and regardless of context he couldn't help but squirm a little bit. Looking straight ahead, he kept a straight face and refused eye contact lest she see that his body was trying to read something very, very unintended into her application of the medicine, which let her hide the way the way her eyes full upon his body and the way she struggled with the faintest bit of colour in her cheeks against her intentions or all of the steeliness she could muster.
"Is that peppermint?" he asked, trying to push the awkwardness from his mind as he identified the tingling.
"It will help numb the area," she lied, a faint smile cracking across her lips that she did little to hide as she rubbed it in more firmly. "Relieving the pain is just as important as fighting the infection; otherwise you won't get the rest you need."
"I thought you would have used magic to deal with this," Aedan sighed, closing his eyes as he felt the tingling spread further and further across his body, more than the crushed peppermint's oil carried when it had previously been used on him as a child, not that he knew enough about medicine or herbs to question its effects. He shivered a little as it soothed his body, a wave of comforting, warm sleepiness beginning to wash along his exhausted body. "But here you are, using techniques that I would have expected from a regular doctor."
"Healing magic is such a boring specialization." But she hadn't even finished her piece of banter when Aedan's head slid down to the side, his body going limp and exhausted. "Although you're a fool if you'd think I wouldn't slip some kind of magic into my procedure. Handsome, but perhaps not as bright as I would have hoped."
The herb paste she'd crushed was indeed a medicinal blend meant to disinfect and soothe, but she had a few additional ingredients; namely a root that when it hit the bloodstream would induce certain 'reactions' between one's legs. A sleep spell laid over the whole thing ensured that he would be out cold, not only left as helpless prey for the curiosity of a lonely witch, but also granted the most relaxing and fulfilling sleep he would know since the battle. He certainly deserved the rest, just as she deserved the fun for nursing him back to health for no cost, on her mother's orders.
Slowly, she pulled Aedan's body back downward, his head slipping down into the familiar groove in the pillow formed by his head constantly swaying back and forth, pressing down hard into it through all of his fitful, nightmarish, pain-wracked naps. By the time he was on his back, the key ingredient had taken effect rather heavily, and the blanket laid atop him had became tented as something strained against all the fabric atop it. The witch bit her lip as she realized that there was no turning back now. Not that she wanted there to be; she had merely been working mentally up to this point for quite some time, and was rather glad to finally have a chance to sink her teeth into what she had desired for quite some time: companionship. It didn't have to be an entirely conscious affair, so long as she could feel the sensations that her life of seclusion with her mother induced.
Pulling the blanket away only made the lump fiercer as it sat in the warden's underwear, now rising higher as the heavy blanket was lifted from it. The bulge was impressive; she had some degree of reference from books on anatomy and the like, and what she saw only heightened her interest. "I knew I picked the right warden," she told herself, climbing onto the bed and getting down between his legs, eagerly pulling the small-clothes down as her eyes widened in amazement. Aedan's rigid cock snapped up before her eyes, standing rigid and proving itself to indeed by an incredible specimen. "I don't think I would have known what to do if Alistair was the better endowed of you two," she continued, as if he weren't out cold before her. "I have my needs after all, but I also have my standards."
She didn't seem to think it was a mark of madness that she carried on a conversation with the man she'd put to sleep; she'd carried on conversations with much less lively things before. Reaching forward, she seized his shaft at the base, her fingers gripping the thick shaft and beginning to pump slowly as she felt the warm flesh beneath her hand, surprised by how nice it felt in her grasp, warm and receptive to her touch in ways she hadn't ever imagined it could. With Aedan asleep, she needn't worry about her own inexperience, or fear how many women he'd known the touches of that she would have to compare to; this was her chance to experiment and take him in a context she was fully in control of.
She liked control.
Beads of pre-cum welled up at his tip, swelling before becoming so heavy that they leaned off to the side and trickled down his flesh. She caught some in her hand at the top of her stroke, and though she felt it odd in consistency, she swiped his tip with her hand, getting her fingers a little slicker before she grabbed it again and started to pump a little quicker, drifting her hand instead all the way up from base to tip and back down again. It began to throb in her hand, and she grew more excited with every pump, biting her lip as she watched his dick react, felt it beneath her fingers, and found herself wanting to feel it with another sense.
Her head leaned forward and she took a quick lap at his tip, tasting the slightly salty pre as she licked up another half-formed pearl of it. "You know, you could at least groan or something, let me know I'm doing my job well," she joked at the man she'd put to sleep, who already looked so much more peaceful and rested than he'd been since he arrived. He was still and fairly silent, his expression one of neutral, placid quiet and peace. "Mm, no, I think your body is providing enough of a reward, in fact." She laid a kiss down onto his head as she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his rigid shaft in her hand. "And if I do my job well, I'm going to find what I seek."
Her lips parted, warm breaths washing over the sensitive tip, giving it a moment's slick warning before she took his head past them and wrapped them firmly around. Her pumping had slid back down, several fingers spreading out and bracing against his thigh as she let only her thumb, index, and middle fingers do the stroking, leaving more cock for her lips to tend to. Oral sex interested her more than merely using her hand, which always seemed so odd to her; all those nights by her lonesome, she wished fingers were replaced by an eager and loving tongue, so why should she waste her chance to be with Aedan on a mere handjob?
The whirlwind of events and battle and betrayal that had been Aedan's last few weeks had left him almost no time to tend to his body's needs, and now there was a hot and wet mouth wrapped around his cock, slowly pushing downward, and it was unable to keep from throbbing and aching. Slowly, Aedan did begin to moan, his sleep heavy but his body still alight and aware of what was happening to it, stirring reactions from the unconscious warden. It had been too long and without any conscious effort imposed upon his body, he had no way to suppress or stifle the reactions.
Deeper she drew, feeling his hot flesh fill her mouth, and she couldn't help but join in the moans, shifting and squirming beneath the bed as she slipped into a more comfortable position. One that had her on her knees, bent over his lap and easing her head further and further down, while her free hand slid down to tend to the heat steadily welling betwixt her clenched legs. Her plan all along had been to come onto the sleeping warden, to explore his body and 'acquaint' herself with him. There would likely be no other opportunities to be with a man for quite a long time given the secluded life she led with Flemeth, and she seized the chance before her, but hadn't expected it to set her own libido so heavily alight.
As she sank, she could feel his head threatening entrance to her throat, and her head buzzed with excitement, adrenaline and lust swirling in a dizzying chemical cocktail in her mind as she pressed forward, taking the plunge. She wanted only to take his entire cock into her mouth, and nothing short of that would do; she was going to satisfy these curiosities fully, no matter the cost. It would be nothing but a waste to lament for an eternity to come if she didn't.
His head passed into her throat, and her eyes flew open wide as she gagged on it, the unexpected feeling seizing her by surprise. She was determined and stubborn, but even she had to take a second to gather herself, although there was nothing to build her courage quite like hearing Aedan moan as he felt the tightness of her throat wrapped around his head. Her lips tightened and her tongue slithered around inside of her mouth as she pushed onward, the occasional little choking noise wrenching its way out of her throat as she bobbed her head patiently, letting the pace build for fear of going too vigorous and pushing herself too far. There was a lot to be said for going wildly at it, but she wasn't an idiot; if there was one thing that deserved a careful hand, it was this.
Her patience paid off, the hand on his cock fully slipping away and bracing his thigh as she swallowed down the last inch of length, her other hand still deftly working over her slick folds, pumping into her heat as she let his cock linger hilted past her lips a moment before she pulled up and came back down. She thought she could go quicker now, really go at his cock and suck him vigorously, but she hadn't accounted for the fact his body was too sensitive and that it had been too long, that he was too close under the incredible pleasure of her oral service.
Luckily, Morrigan was at the top of a bob when he came, the vigorous gush of cum hitting the back of her throat and lighting up her tongue as he grunted and shook, sadly unable to know how good he felt in that moment. But she could tell quite clearly, pulling her head up higher as she wrapped her lips more firmly around his shaft, letting his cum flood her mouth, proving to be so voluminous she had to struggle to swallow down as much as she could in the waves of spurts that came. It tasted heavy and salty, but more than anything else, it was virile and powerful. Potent. He was quite a specimen, and she had certainly made the right choice in picking him over the insufferable and stuffy Alistair.
Her own needs had not yet been tended to, but there would be time for that yet. First though, she had a parting gift to leave him, pulling from the bedside table something she'd hidden behind the mortal and pestle; lipstick. A quick once-over of the ruby wax along her lips left them red and painted as she leaned forward again, taking his cock into her mouth but careful to keep them parted wide until she reached the base, gagging once more as he penetrated her throat. She gave a tight kiss to his base, leaving a ring of red laid across the very bottom of his cock to show just how far down she had gone, before loosening their grip and coming back up again.
It was as much a parting gift as it was a way to brag to herself about her accomplishment. She would only have done it had his cock turned out to be impressive, and it had certainly exceeded her expectations. "Sweet dreams," she said softly, slipping his underwear and the covers back onto him, leaving no evidence of her pretense save for the saliva and lipstick smear on his shaft, before she headed to her room to quell her own aches.
Days passed quickly after that. It was only two more before Aedan's infection ebbed and the pain had passed, eased by herbal mixtures Flemeth and Morrigan plied him with. Alistair's less worrisome or dire wounds were cleared up by then as well, and they were ready to set off, but the presence of Morrigan in their adventuring party was unexpected. Not that they had much choice, given how much Flemeth had done for them and the potential usefulness a mage would have brought to the two straightforward warrior types. While Aedan expected them to quibble and snipe at each other, the degree to which the two fought was a surprise he was not even remotely prepared for, but tolerated with resigned sighs, breaking up their arguments when they came but trying for the most part just to keep the peace and stop the intense ones before they started.
It served as a useful distraction from the many things he was left to think about. Mainly, Morrigan herself. Darkly beautiful and, for all of her lack of interpersonal skills, oddly charming with her biting wit. He'd found the lipstick stain and kept quiet about it for uncertainty of what happened and who had left it, but with each passing day she was in his thoughts more and more, and he couldn't keep quiet on the matter forever. At some point, he would have to address it and ask her directly if she was responsible for what he awoke to, but she certainly proved to be less than approachable.
She kept her distance when they set up camp for the night, mostly from Alistair, awkwardly lingering off to the side by her own tent and soaking in the moonlight. Aedan couldn't help but watch her whenever she was, taken by her beauty and by just how much of her gorgeous form her clothes exposed. During his recovery, there hadn't been as much time or emotional desire to appreciate much, his searing vision weaving in and out with his consciousness, and he while he knew she was beautiful, there were other things on his mind. But now, she was there, finding her way into his dreams as he fixated on the lipstick mark and what it meant if she had given it.
Finally, he could take no more, mustering up the courage to stand up and walk toward her. "Morrigan, could we talk for a moment?" he asked once he'd walked up to her, her eyes having caught him and followed him from the corner of her gaze as he walked.
"Yes, but only for a moment, lest my mouth grow tired of moving."
"I don't believe you have it in you to stop talking," Aedan responded. He tried to walk a line with her, since that moment in the bedroom where he'd spoken about what happened before he joined the wardens. She seemed averse to opening up and to sentiment, but reveled in sarcasm in ways that were clearly at least partially defensive mechanisms. Navigating through interactions with her that heavily used sarcasm without coming off as relentlessly insulting seemed like a better way to talk to her in ways she wouldn't pull back from.
The corner of her mouth curled into the tiniest smirk as he met her snark with his own, appreciating the way he approached her with a sharp tongue. She could respect that. "This is true. Very well, you may speak with me."
"I'd like to thank you again for tending to me while I was sick. It's a lot of kindness to show a stranger. But," he emphasized the quick word he slipped in as he could hear her suck in a breath, ready to sigh and complain about his sentimentality or some remark about how if she knew he was this soft that she would have just left him to die. He really didn't want to have to sort out whether it was true or not, for everything it would have done to his attraction. "Something happened that I'm a little confused by, and I'm wondering if you have any knowledge of what happened."
"Although somewhat rare, the occasional incontinence is to be expected," she said, brushing off his remark with more sarcasm, deflecting his question before it went down roads she had not been ready for. Her own attraction toward the warrior was growing, but she was far less eager to explore those feelings, too busy beating herself up for getting emotionally invested in a man who she wanted to care only about the cock of. Anything more than that was complicated and full of normal emotions and mushiness that sat in direct and vehement opposition to the cold distance she wanted to keep. It was all so blatant in her posture, Aedan unable to not notice all the ways in which the possibility of anything between them threw her off.
Aedan watched her gaze carefully for reactions. "No, thankfully that is all running quite smoothly and problem-free. It's that I have reason to believe that while I was asleep, somebody took advantage of me and performed oral sex on me. They even left a lipstick mark. Now, I'm not saying directly that it was you, but there were only two people in that cabin capable of walking that night, which excludes Alistair pretty easily, and leaves only you and your mother."
"Do you not fancy my mother?" Morrigan was in full sarcastic deflection mode, her hands at her side, holding tightly onto her skirt as she thought about where to go with this and what to do. Panic seemed like a viable option.
"Unfortunately, I prefer my crazed, murderous witches a little younger and less gray than that," replied Aedan, throwing subtlety out the window quite forcefully as he watched all of the ways she began to fret and squirm. Somehow, he had expected something sharper from someone who, at first glance, certainly seemed like a femme fatale. This certainly seemed to run counter to that assumption.
"That is a shame; I will inform mother with great regret when next I see her." Her voice almost quivered as Aedan's eyes lingered upon her.
"So then are you saying it wasn't you?"
Morrigan's eyes darted nervously about, mostly toward Alistair, who was looking away from the two entirely. They had the privacy she needed, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Come to my tent. I don't wish to discuss such things with him about." Everything in her body language was shaky and uncomfortable, nervous in ways that left Aedan dumbfounded. His guard dropped quite quickly, disarmed by how vulnerable she seemed, and he followed her into the tent, surprised by how quickly everything about her facade had shattered.
Morrigan almost couldn't believe how easy it was, and once Aedan was inside of her tent, the warden found himself flat on his ass, a sultry and scantily clothed witch climbing atop him with a wicked smile on her face. "I didn't think you could possibly have been so easy to trick," she taunted, leaning over him and grabbing his shirt. "Men are always so willing to believe that nothing shatters a woman's personality quite like their penis. That attraction reduces us to simpering, meek little creatures that need to be herded about." Licking her lips, she ground her body down against his groin, seeking to rile him up through the most base of approaches. "But, far from the case, I am still very much in control, aren't I?"
Taken totally by surprise, Aedan stared in shock, lying on the floor of her tent as she sat atop him, taunting and teasing him. He'd been played for a fool with great ease and now she was bragging about it, but his body was too busy screaming at him to notice the fact that the gorgeous raven-haired witch had pulled him to her tent and was now seated comfortably atop his lap. Whether he would pay attention to this exciting fact or not, his blood flow was quick to shift as she moved atop him. "But why wait so long?" he asked, his hands drifting toward her hips, clasping onto them as she began sway and move, enjoying his touch.
"You were clearly in grief, and there is no joy in seducing a man in mourning." She began to slip his shirt upward as she spoke, her smile growing wider as she bit her lip, turning the seduction up hard. "I knew that you would come to me in time with questions, and that would be when you were 'ready'. In truth, I didn't expect to be coming with you; I thought you were merely a captive and sleeping man upon whom I could experiment; it was so lonely living in the wilds with my mother, the only men around being the occasional templars coming to kill us. You were a convenient means to learn something, but now we're here together, and I think I could use some more experience in the matter."
Lifting up off of his body, she slid her hands back down the half of his stomach she'd exposed, grabbing the waistband of his pants and beginning to pull. Aedan helped, pulling his hips upward off the ground as she tugged down, a smile wide across his face. "It would have been easier if you'd just asked. Or did you really want to feel like you had seduced a man who had already become fixated on the fact you had given him oral sex in his sleep?"
"I take my victories where I can find them," she replied as his hands sank a little lower from her hips to her own pants, tugging them and the ruffled, feather-like skirt she wore over it down her legs. She had his pants much quicker though, gripping his shaft and beginning to pump steadily as he finished getting her undressed as well. Once they were both bottomless, a little chill air making her shiver as her exposed, dripping slit quiver in anticipation, she lined his head up with her entrance. "Like this one. This is most certainly a victory."
Aedan gasped as she sank down onto his cock, but she overshadowed it with a cry of sudden, intense sensation. The thick penetration was more than she was expecting, her hand gripping his shirt once more as she braced herself amid ragged breaths. His hands slid back up her hips, further along until he had the hem of her top and was trying to peel it off of her, to get the breasts she already showed the sides of fully exposed to his hungry eyes. "Unfortunately, much less of a one-sided victory than you'd probably like."
"No, I think I can get used to both of us winning." She began to move, replacing the less desirable elements of the intense fullness with friction, sweet and warm, helping to soothe her and let only pleasure filter through. She put both her hands up, letting him slip her top off and expose her breasts, which his hands gladly grabbed, caressing and fondling her as she rode atop him. It stood to reason that Aedan would prove a mode lively lover than he was while asleep, but the vigor and passion in his touch was more than she'd expected, and she couldn't help but moan. There seemed no purpose in wearing a mask or trying to hide it; she wanted him, and she felt good in taking what she wanted. Felt incredible actually; usually she was wary about making the ego of anybody who wasn't her swell up, but it was unavoidable, and pretending she wasn't enjoying herself as much as she was would only lessen the moment.
There was no time for patience on this go around, but that was okay; she was in no jeopardy of losing him this time. She could see it in his eyes; enrapturement, captivation, burning and irresistible attraction. He voluntarily wound himself tightly around her finger as far as she was concerned, and she could do whatever she willed with him. With that in mind, she eschewed passion or slowness, quenching her appetites with him vigorously. She had no time for sap or sentiment; this would be every night. Vigorous, powerful sex, driven by feral lust and devoid of any of the messy emotions she wanted nothing to do with. Just the hot and sticky pussy walls clenching tightly around his incredible penis, pure sensation and bliss leaving her happily exhausted as she went out into the world. She needn't ever address emotions or what she felt for him.
At least, that was how she thought it would be. As Aedan lay below her, enjoying the way she rode his cock like her life seemed to depend on it and her breasts were perfectly settled into his grasp, he couldn't help but linger on the way she looked at him. Certainly like a piece of meat she could use to relieve her hunger, but beneath that lay something else. Morrigan was layers and facades atop one another, but he could see the the affection that she denied, that she pushed away with a deluge of intense sex that, while amazing, wasn't all he wanted. It was a pretty dubious insistence, but he thought better of raising it now, ruining the moment of their first time by bringing up emotions when she clearly wanted to bring up nothing of the sort. He reached for her shoulders and spun around, driving her onto her back as he rolled atop her and seized control of the situation.
The sudden turnaround left Morrigan yelping in shock, but the relentless and pounding thrusts that ensued ensured she wasn't going to fall silent any time soon, surprised and heavy screams of passion filling the tent as he came down feverishly into her. His impatience seemed even greater than hers as he threw his all into the thrusts, and Morrigan was rather glad she'd healed him up enough to not have to fear opening up any wounds, because the vigor he threw into it was more than she could handle. She writhed and howled, nails running down his back through his shirt as she was fucked raw. It was everything she could have possibly wanted.
With his face buried in her neck, Aedan could pepper her with a flurry of kisses, and very eagerly did. Her warm, gorgeous body writhing beneath him sent all manner of sensations and excitements to his head, leaving it swimming and mired in desire as he got a little feral with things, sinking his teeth into her neck. She howled and spasmed under the weight of shock and a rush of minor pain, hurled headlong into release by the unexpected sensation. Her pussy clenched down as hard as it could around his cock, trying to milk his seed as thunderous pleasure coursed through her, an endless stream of profanity upon her lips as he continued crashing down into her, driving her up the wall madly with a release far, far more intense than she'd ever known with her fingers before. He was closed behind, driven by the lewd and ragged sight of Morrigan climaxing beneath him, and to top off her blissful peak was a flood of warmth and stickiness as that same virile and intense seed she'd swallowed down now lay deep inside of her, gush after gush filling her up hard.
They knew Alistair had likely heard them. In fact, half of Ferelden had likely heard them. But in the panting afterglow, with hands clinging to bodies and just wanting to feel something rigid and warm close against them, they didn't care.
"You were rather good," she said softly as his lips pulled from her neck, having laid kisses upon the bite mark until the pain ebbed. "I think we will be doing this more often. Nightly perhaps, with the occasional dalliance during the day when the mood takes us."
Their lips met in a kiss that was far too heavy to be pure lust, and Aedan knew exactly what he was getting into, that Morrigan could insist it was physical all she wanted. He could taste the love on her lips, something she would simply have to come to terms with and accept when the time was right. Until then, at least he would have her to enjoy on a nightly basis, something physical to end his wearying days on until she came around.