The firelight was dancing on Leliana's face as Amelia Cousland drew closer, and the sight of the bard's loveliness was enough to make her heart beat a little faster. It had been a long day on the road, and the warm smile she was being offered at its end couldn't have been more welcome.
"Hello, Amelia. Is there something I can do for you?"
Leliana's voice was musical, and every time the warden heard it wrapped around her name, the sound sent a thrill down her spine and straight to her core. "I wanted to see how you were feeling."
"Well, aren't you sweet and attentive?"
"I do my best." She knew she must be blushing at the compliment. Normally, Amelia wasn't shy around the women she liked, but there was something special about Leliana, something she'd been unable to resist ever since that tavern in Lothering.
"You succeed." The bard looked into the fire, gathering her thoughts before she spoke once more. "I've been wanting to tell you that you were right about Marjolaine. It was not easy for me to face the truth, but she needed to die. Even if she could have been persuaded to leave me in peace, no doubt others would have suffered at her hands."
Amelia reached out, brushing her hand over the soft skin of Leliana's cheek. It was flushed, though whether from the heat of the camp fire or her touch, the warden couldn't say. "I'm glad to hear that. The last thing I would ever want is to cause you pain, and when we talked before, it seemed like her death was weighing on you."
"I was grieving," Leliana admitted. "Not for the woman who died, I think, but for the one I had loved long ago. I don't know if she was ever real, though. If Marjolaine ever saw me as anything other than a tool she could use..."
"I have no idea." Amelia drew Leliana into her arms. She was significantly taller than her companion, and the bard's head rested comfortably in the crook of her neck. "All I know for sure," she whispered to her, "Is how I feel about you. You're a remarkable woman, Leliana, and I would do anything for you."
"Thank you." Leliana tilted her head upwards, catching the warden's lips with her own. It wasn't their first kiss, but it was definitely the most heated they had shared. The bard's arms slid around her neck even while it deepened, and Amelia let out a little murmur of pleasure into her mouth.
"You have been very patient with me," Leliana purred, her tongue teasing along the bottom of the warden's ear.
"I'm starting to think I may not need to be patient much longer."
"Indeed not. But perhaps we should continue this conversation in your tent."
"Good idea." Amelia could see some of the other members of their party starring at the two of them, but the risk of featuring in Zevran or Alistair's fantasies that night was the furthest thing from her mind as Leliana interlaced their fingers, leading her across the camp.
As they came into the tent, the bard lit a small lamp, and set it down next to Amelia's bedroll before the two of them pulled off their boots. Even in the dim light, the warden was struck by her beauty. That stunning red hair, the light eyes filled with warmth, the pale, lovely face… The warden took a deep breath, trying to absorb as much of the moment as she could, to make it something she could hold onto no matter what trials were to come.
"Are you sure about this?" Her skin was already heating up with anticipation, but Leliana was more than just another conquest to boast of over a round of ale in some tavern. She was truly special, and Amelia had to know this was right before she went any further.
"I am, ma cherie." The bard brushed her lips lightly over Amelia's. "I have wanted you for a long time. It was only…"
"I know. And don't worry. You're worth any wait."
Not wishing to make that wait any longer, Leliana began running her hands over Amelia's body. The warden had changed out of her heavy plate armor when they made camp, leaving only her leathers to be reckoned with. The bard's deft fingers made swift work of their straps, and the garment fell away, leaving Amelia clad only in her smalls.
"Very impressive," she purred. The warden's body was perfectly toned from a lifetime of martial practice, her curves augmented by toned muscle that made Leliana's mouth water. "Would you lie down for me?"
Amelia nodded, stretching out on the bedroll while Leliana went to her knees in front of her. She'd spent so much time thinking of this moment, trying to find comfort in her daydreams amidst the nightmare of the Blight, that it was hard to believe that it was really here. Once, she would've taken the warden to bed without hesitation, but though her past suffering had given her pause, it hadn't stripped away her desires. Her hands ran over hard plane of Amelia's stomach, and when the warrior let out a breathless sigh, the sound encouraged her to continue. "It is good to know I haven't lost my touch."
"I'd certainly have to agree."
The warden's voice was tight with anticipation and Leliana moved higher, kissing along the taut muscles off Amelia's torso before making it to the cloth binding her ample breasts. She unwound it slowly, taking time to admire the view she'd been granted. Her new lover's nipples were already stiff from the night air, but she made sure to caress each of them with her tongue until they were rocks in her mouth and Amelia was moaning and hungry beneath her.
The warden reached up, her strong hands tugging on the laces of Leliana's tunic, but at the touch, the bard felt a flutter of anxiety. She hadn't let anyone see her naked since… "Ma cherie," she began, hoping she didn't sound as apprehensive as she felt, "There is something you should know. When I was taken prisoner by the Orlesians… The things they did to me… They left scars."
Amelia's hands settled on her sides. "I don't care. You're gorgeous and nothing those bastards did changes that."
The bard exhaled. It wasn't easy to let go of her nervousness, but there was reassurance in the way Amelia held her and in the strong timbre of her voice. "I trust you," she said at last. "Please, keep going."
The tunic was lifted up, leaving her chest covered in only in a small white bra and exposing the red lines that crossed her back. "Stunning," Amelia breathed, and when her fingers traced over the scars, she added, "And these aren't anything you need to worry about."
She flushed at the compliment, her tension relaxing at last. "You are too kind. At the Orlesian court, such emphasis is placed on appearances that I…"
Amelia leaned up, cutting her off with a firm kiss. "I'm not Orlesian."
A broad smile appeared on Leliana's face. "A fine point."
"Here in Ferelden," the warden added, "We figure a few scars are just proof you've led an interesting life."
Any reply Leliana might have had was lost when Amelia reversed their positions, laying the bard on her back and caressing the swells of her breasts. Her body arched under the touches, a sigh slipping out of her throat as her small, pink nipples were teased to full hardness.
By the time Amelia's mouth joined her hands, Leliana was already unfastening her own pants. Powerful urges that she had buried since Marjolene's betrayal were rushing back with undeniable force, old pains and anxiety giving way to eager desire. Her warden's lips had reached the edges of her scars on her side and she made sure to kiss them, one after another. The sensitive flesh tingled, but in spite of the distraction, Leliana managed to finished removing her breeches, yanking her smalls along with them.
Amelia's gaze turned to the small patch of red hair above her sex that was now visible, and Leliana blushed once more. "Sadly, I have not had time for proper maintenance."
"Seems like another silly Orlesian preoccupation." Amelia's hand slid downward, running through the silky hair. "I don't mind this a bit. But then, I'm just a Ferelden barbarian, so what do I know?"
Barbarian she might have been, but when her fingertips reached Leliana's sex, it was clear she was an eminently skilled one. Her callused fingers spread the bard's folds with a practiced deftness, and when they brushed over the trembling head of her clit, Leliana's hips bucked forward greedily. She hadn't realized just how badly she wanted this until it was hers, and she moaned at each new touch and stroke. All of her apprehensions were vanishing, and she wanted nothing more than to savor every moment of pleasure that the Maker and her warden were blessing her with.
Between her legs, Amelia's desire had become a low ache, almost painful in its intensity. The desperate sounds coming out of Leliana were more than enough to make her clit throb against her smalls, a garment that she suspected she was thoroughly soaking. Still, her bard's body was too sweet to give up just yet. Their lips met once more, and while Leliana whimpered into the kiss, the warden's fingers slid down to her soaking pussy.
Her lover opened up beautifully for her, so wet that Amelia could easily slide into that tight heat. Once she did, the bard's body pressed down hard around the two fingers she'd been offered. Leliana's face was a mask of pure pleasure by now, and as the warden made her first, exploratory thrusts, she was transfixed by what she saw. Her lover's slim form was arched in pleasure, her eyes half-closed, and her hair all askew. Amelia reached down to brush a lock of it out of Leliana's face, and when she did, the bard kissed her palm, a tender gesture that sent fresh arousing rushing between the warden's legs. In spite of all that Leliana had been through, there was still an enduring sweetness to her that Amelia couldn't resist.
She pressed upwards, her next thrusts dragging along the bard's swollen front wall, and the broken whimper that drew out almost undid her. Amelia had never felt this close to the edge without really being touched, and though she was hungry to taste the wetness now coating her fingers, she couldn't bear to stop long enough to do so.
"Maker, please…" Leliana's voice was barely audible, the bard unable to finish begging for what she needed, but Amelia got the idea.
"I know. I have you." Her thumb sought out her lover's clit, and she only allowed herself a single, teasing brush along its shaft before she pressed down harder, drawing firm circles across the swollen bud. Leliana's body tensed at the pressure, and she clamped down harder around Amelia's hand, fresh warmth spilling out with every thrust. It only took a few more strokes of the warden's hand and that gorgeous voice moaned out her name, Leliana clutching onto Amelia's shoulders as she shook with the full force of her climax.
Amelia held her close, letting the bard bury her face in her neck until the last shudders passed. Only then did she pull out, bringing her fingertips up to her mouth for the taste she'd been craving. Leliana let out a little gasp at the sound of her sucking them clean, and when she was done, the warden ran her tongue ostentatiously over her lips.
"Delicious, just like the rest of you."
Leliana's eyes lit up at the compliment, shrugging off the torpor of her orgasm in her renewed eagerness. "I think I must have my own taste," she purred.
Without further delay, she reversed their positions, her speed taking the larger woman off-guard. Not that Amelia minded being flipped on her back, especially when Leliana set to her task. Her lover had been eager before, but now she was positively devouring the warden, running her hands and tongue everywhere along her naked torso before moving downward.
Amelia's smalls had been far too tight for a while, and when they were finally stripped off, it came as a blessed relief. Her body was crying out for attention and at that point, she would have taken almost anything that her lover offered her. Still, as soon as Leliana's tongue made contact, it was clear that she wouldn't have to settle. The bard was an artist. She deftly traced the lines of Amelia's thighs, long strokes along her skin paired with quick, darting motions to tease particularly sensitive spots.
The warden ran her hands through Leliana's hair, trying to steady herself, but it wasn't easy. Her lover had reached her sex, and as her tongue wove over and in it, caressing and tasting, Amelia could feel herself begin to unravel. Leliana's climax had been so arousing that her own wasn't far off. Her clit was already poking out from beneath its hood, begging for attention, and the bard was only too happy to give it to her. Leliana drew the head between her lips, and as soon as she began to suck on it, Amelia felt as if she was melting. The long months on the road, all of the deaths she had suffered through, the burdens of organizing the war against the Blight; all of them disappeared into the pleasure she was feeling. Her hips rocked against Leliana's mouth, and her murmured endearments and pleas were barely coherent, the warden unable to focus on anything but the warm lips wrapped around her clit, the nimble hands caressing her skin, and the orgasm cresting inside of her.
When it came, it was overwhelming, the pressure of Leliana's mouth drawing out a bliss that spread from Amelia's core to every tip of her body. Her release spilled out on Leliana's chin, even as her powerful form stiffened and shook under the bard's continuing ministrations. Only when she had collapsed into a boneless heap did her lover stop, licking her lips clean while Amelia watched.
Leliana fell into her arms, nuzzling her head up against Amelia's chest as the two of them savored the afterglow. "That was… really something," the warden finally managed after several minutes, specifics still eluding her addled brain.
"Surement," the bard agreed, a smile somehow even brighter than her usual one plastered on her face. "I regret having made you wait so long for it."
"It's all right." She kissed the top of Leliana's head, resting one hand on the sweaty skin of her abdomen while the other lazily stroked her breasts. "You needed that wait and knowing you were really ready helped to make it special for me. Besides, I plan to make up for any lost time at the earliest opportunity."
"I hope that we have them. There is still a Blight to vanquish, ma cherie."
"Hey, the Darkspawn haven't killed me yet. You really think I'm going to let them start now that I've got something this good to live for?"
Her smile wasn't forced at all, the joke coming naturally to her for once, and when Leliana laughed, Amelia realized that her words felt true. Nothing else seemed as real or powerful as their bond at this moment; not the Blight, not the tragedies she'd endured, and not even the fact that half the camp had probably just heard them.
So, I figured I'd start with Amelia and Leliana's first time together, with further pairings to appear once they're a better-established couple.