A series of drabbles about Dragon Age Origins. Just random, not all about love. Rated just in case.

Cold

Alistair learned a hard lesson that night. His first night with a woman. It was more than his dreams had told him it would be. As she slept there with him, he couldn't help but reminisce on those secret daydreams. They never prepared him for THIS. The feeling of being so intimate with someone you feel so strongly for.

Of her sleeping body in his arms. Watching her slow breathing. The way the light from the moon snuck into the tent to touch her face. It was...wow. . Now he understood how it felt to have a warm body pressed up against him, the heat from the person next to you made these cold nights so much bett- wait, what was that?

"Makers BREATH!" the yelp escaped him, "Your feet are COLD!"

The chuckle that snuck out of the woman pressed against him made him aware of her...not so sleeping state.

"You did that on purpose!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." She rolled her head to look at him.

"Oh don't bat those wicked eyes at me, I'm on to you...Evil woman."

"You wouldn't have me any other way." when she wiggles her body like that Alistair can't help but agree, but only in his mind.

"Oh I don't know. An extra eye would be nice...and some warm feet..."