Hikari: So I started playing Dragon Age: Origins a little less than four weeks ago… I'm currently stuck in Orzammar (I'm running out of healing stuff .), but I absolutely adore the story line, and it's inspired me to write this short story (it's two parts- I'm almost done writing up the second part) about how I thought my character romancing two people at the same time would play out in dialog not seen. I hate the stupid break up speeches, so I wrote my own xD Little background on my character: Raine is a rouge city elf who uses crossbows. She has the half face eye tattoo with dark eye shadow and the sleepy eyes. Her hair is red and shoulder length. I've had her in dalish armor since I got it… not really sure why, I just like it. She's snarky to anyone that isn't an elf or acts like they know everything, unless she gets to know them. She and Shale are really close. Anyways, enjoy the story! I'll probably write another "story" that's a bunch of one shots, since I have a lot of ideas.

"What do you see in him?"

Raine stopped in front of her tent, the flap open in her hand, "What?" she asked, letting the flap close and turning to face Zevran, "What are you talking about?"

Zevran crossed his arms and made a face, "You and Alistair. You don't think I noticed? The two of you are inseparable. You're always… giving him things and laughing at his bad jokes and touching his arm and…" he faded off, biting his lower lip.

The city elf raised one of her red eye brows, her normally sleep look on her face replaced with one of confusion, "Zevran, where is this coming from? I thought you said it was up to me where it went after we had sex," she said, the confusion melting away from her face, "Zevran, I never said we were exclusive. I thought I might try my hand at Alistair. He's never been with anyone before, did you know that? I wonder what it'd be like to be with a virgin?" she said, the slightest smile playing across her lips, "You can't tell me you've never had that thought. I know you'd just love a crack at Alistair, Zevran," she whispered, clasping her hands behind her back, "You are, after all, quite the lover yourself."

Zevran took a step back, as if she was about to lunge at him right there. He may have still been in his armor, but she was just wearing the cloak she packed around for camp. She always flaunted just how unconcerned she was about being attacked. As it was, the cloak was slipping around her bust area, revealing little patches of flesh. Zevran couldn't look away, but he forced himself to tear his eyes away from her breasts to look into her dark eyes. Was she mocking or just poking fun? He couldn't tell, and it was killing him. He liked this elf, as hard as it was for even him to believe. And she wasn't taking him seriously. He just wanted to drag her into her tent and let her have it. And he wouldn't just be using his mouth for talking if that was the case.

"Zev?" she asked, staring at him. Shit. He'd been quiet for too long, "You are okay with this, right?"

How did he reply to that? Yes? He wasn't and didn't want to lie to her. But between him and Alistair, why would she choose him? Raine had been with Alistair since this all began. Zevran had heard all about how he was her first friend and had been there with her from the very beginning. Zevran had tried to kill her. Why would she choose him?

But then… Zevran had been with her first. Zevran had seen the amazing girl she was and instantly started trying to woo her. Alistair was missing out on the beautiful and amazing girl and lover that was standing before Zevran, not exactly clothed and making faces at him.

In one swift motion, Zevran pushed her into the tent and to the ground, sitting on top of her and holding her wrists to the ground, "You try my patience, Raine," he whispered, his tone sweet and calm, his grip firm by gentle. He wasn't trying to scare her, just show her how serious he was.

The girl looked scared right as she was pushed to the ground, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Her cloak had fallen open even further, revealing more of her than she wanted. She struggled the slightest bit as Zevran watched her with a lustful stare. She froze, trying to sink into the ground. For some reason, her stealth ability wasn't working. Dammit. What was the point of being a rogue if she couldn't disappear when she wanted to? "Zevran, get off, I'm not in the mood!" she complained, attempting to rip her wrists away from him. Zevran just held her harder, finally dipping his head down to kiss her forehead.

Raine quit thrashing. Wait. Where was this coming from? Every time they'd slept together he'd been good, but to the point and quick about it. He wasn't one for foreplay, so what was this? His hands stayed on her wrists as his lips got closer and closer to her's… but then suddenly changed direction and found her neck instead, gently nibbling at it. Despite her protest, Raine arched her neck, the quietest of moans escaping her lips. She attempted to rip away her wrists away from Zevran's hands, but instead of trying to get away, she was trying to wrap her arms around him. Zevran wouldn't have any of this, though. He pulled his lips away from her neck and sat back on his heels, pulling her hands to her sides, "I'm asking you," he started, suddenly shaking his head, "No, I'm begging you: you have to pick between us. I don't think he realizes what's going on, but I'm not your play thing, and neither is Alistair!"

With that, he stood and left the tent, leaving Raine with her wrists on the ground, breathing hard and blushing. She laid there for a few moments, waiting for her heat beat to slow down. She closed her eyes and threw her right hand over her eyes, groaning. Zevran was right. She needed to make a choice.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Raine sat up quickly- a little too quickly. She swayed slightly and suddenly pitched forward, landing in Alistair's arms, "Whoa, whoa, are you okay?" he asked, holding her around the waist.

Raine's head spun, the world turning upside down, "Sat up too quickly," she said quietly, trying to push herself away from Alistair. She wasn't in the mood for having both boys in the same night. Well, she hadn't "had" Zevran; he'd only tried to ravish her. And she'd never had Alistair to begin with.

But Alistair wasn't having any of it, "Hey, calm down. If you're light headed, let me help you," he said, pulling her legs up with his other arm before laying her back down on her mat, where she'd been laying only a few moments before.

With Zevran on top of her.

Just the thought got Raine to start blushing. Alistair, the fool, took this as something else. "Are you ill?" he asked, pressing one of his (ungloved) hands against Raine's forehead. It was only then that Raine noticed that he wasn't wearing his armor, just the under armor.

Were the boys trying to screw with her head?

"Raine?"

She paused, looking up at Alistair's face, "You finally came to my tent," she said weakly, smiling. Alistair gave her a confused look, "Are you positive you want to be in here without your armor on? I might just jump you," she said. She knew he was going to run. He wasn't ready. He was never going to be ready.

Alistair pulled back, affirming what she thought. She sighed, laying back down and closing her eyes. She waited to hear the tent flap open and close.

Instead, she felt his lips on her's.

Raine's eyes snapped open, and sure enough, there was Alistair, leaning over her. Without even thinking, she dug her hands into his hair and pulled him closer to her. He quickly moved over top of her, running his hands down her arms and then back up before pulling at the edges of her cloak, then finally pulling it down so it slid off her arms and down her back to rest at her hips. His hands then wandered just below her collar bone to what they were looking for.

How could he have never had a lover before? His movements were so precise, so perfect. Raine arched her back, her stomach pressing into his. Taking this as a sign, Alistair's lips wandered from her lips down her neck, across her collar bone, and then onto her breast. His hands wandered further down her body, down around her hips, pulling her cloak the rest of the way off of her and discarding it to the side.

Raine felt a little shy all of a sudden, lying there naked with a fully clothed Alistair on top of her, his face buried in her chest. "A-Alistair?" she moaned, a question in her words, "Why aren't you n-naked?"

Alistair stopped his moving and looked up at her, a little confused, "Am I supposed to be?" he asked, "I…don't know much about these things, Raine."

She smiled at him, "It's okay," she said, sitting up and taking his face in her hands, "That's what I'm here for."

She kissed him gently on the lips, letting her lips linger just a little longer than usual before pulling away. "Time to get naked," she said, her impish smile firmly back in place.

Alistair stared at her like she was insane. When he realized she was serious, he turned a little pink around the ears before finally started to take his clothes off. It was so painfully slow, however, that Raine got in the middle of it and all but ripped his cloak off his body. When that was done, Raine smiled at him, running a hand down his chest to rest on his hip, "Now, where were you?"

He smiled his cocky smile before kissing her once on the lips, then kissing down her neck. Raine, now sitting in his lap, arched her neck, a happy moan escaping her lips. But this time, he didn't stop when he got to her chest. Instead, he continued down her front, his lips kissing down her flat stomach in a straight line until he hit the end of her mid-point. Raine, now on her back, gave him a confused look. Wait, what was he doing? He'd never slept with a woman before. Was he seriously going to-?

As if to answer her unasked question, his lips assaulted the warm spot. She threw her head back, a moan ripping through the tent. She knew he was good with his lips, but this? Damn. She bit down on her lips, trying to stifle her moans. What if someone heard them? She could just see a certain elf bursting into the tent and getting an eyeful. He'd probably go crazy and try and kill one if not both of them. She swore under her breath, barely able to contain her moans.

A few moments later, she couldn't control herself. Panting, she looked down to see a smirking Alistair, who was kissing his way back up her body. When he reached her lips, he kissed her once before asking, "Well? Was that right?"

Raine swore at him, "Shut up," she added, running her hands up his back, "And screw me," on the last word, her hand found his firm ass and pulled him to her, their bodies meshing together.

Alistair, a little shocked, got over it quickly. He moved just the slightest bit, and soon Raine was in another fit of ecstasy, this time joined by Alistair. He groaned, his eyes shutting automatically. Raine, who was more accustomed to the sensation, smiled up at her, her breaths labored but even, "Are you doing okay?" she asked, running her fingertips up his back to tangle in his hair, "Want me to take over?" she asked, her lips curling up in a cat like way.

Alistair opened his mouth to respond, but instead respond with a different organ in his body. She was shocked but not at all unhappy. Raine clutched at his hair, almost ripping it out at the roots because she was pulling so hard. Her other hand dug its nails into his back, leaving angry red crescent shaped marks behind.

A few moments later, Alistair's moan of pleasure ripped through the tent, followed by Raine's second release. The Templar collapsed onto the rouge's chest, barely keeping himself up so he didn't crush her, "That was… wow," he whispered into her ear, panting softly.

Raine could only nod in agreement. Great. Just moments after having sex she was already comparing Zevran and Alistair. She wrapped her arms around the warm body that was with her now. How could she think of another man when she was already with one? Sweet Maker, she needed to make a choice.

"How was that for a first time?" she whispered in his ear, running her fingers up and down his back, her composure back, "Good enough for you?"

"Not sure how it could be any better," he said. Suddenly, he rolled over, taking Raine with him so she laid on his chest. The startled elf looked down at her lover, "Alistair," she asked, a little shocked, "What are you doing?"

The man just smiled, "Sleeping."

Oh, that wasn't good. That was one thing she liked about Zevran: he knew to sleep in his own tent. "Alistair, I won't get any sleep if you're in here, and you know how I get when I get cranky."

The man only smiled again before closing his eyes. Wait, was she really so light that he didn't notice the weight on his chest? She put the butt of her palms against his chest and attempted to push herself away, but to no avail. He was strong. She'd felt that just a few moments ago. She grumbled low in her stomach, but finally just gave up and let herself go slack against his chest. He was rather comfortable…

The next thing she knew, she was waking up on her side, on the ground. Her first thought was that Alistair had left her alone to return to his tent. She sighed in relief. It had been odd to fall asleep with someone with her. She was too used to being alone. Maybe with Alistair she wouldn't feel alone. She knew Zevran loved her, but would he be as warm as Alistair was.

"Oh, you're awake. Good morning."

Raine nearly jumped a foot in the air. She'd been so confused about how she wasn't on Alistair's chest that she didn't notice he was right behind her. His arm was even around her waist. How was she not dead yet? She was an oblivious rogue. How was that even possible? She was the one that saw the traps. Even Zevran ran into them and he was an assassin. How had she not noticed the man that was lying behind her? Wait… when had he gotten clothing on? "When did you get up?" she asked, her voice tired with sleep. She turned to look over her shoulder at the man behind her, "You were naked when I fell asleep."

He smiled at her when she finally got a look at him. Mad that she couldn't see his face, she rolled over completely, her naked body sliding against his naked chest. At least he hadn't put his cloak all the way on. She loved that chest of his. She ran her right hand down it, her eyes wandering from his eyes to his lips to his chest, "Why aren't you naked now?"

Alistair smiled at her, "I can be if you want. But I was just enjoying watching you," he said, ignoring her first question.

Rained stuck her bottom lip out, a little out of character for her slightly bitchy attitude, "How did you get up without me noticing?" she pouted, stopping her hands progress. Her right hand was sitting around Alistair's waist, and she could feel his heat beat quicken.

He leaned down, his forehead on her's, "If you stick that lip out any further, I might just bite it," he said, smiling at her. When she made no move to pull her lip in, he latched down on it with his teeth, gently nibbling on it. The girl shrieked out of shock but started laughing. The two laughed for a short time, and when the laughter died down, their lips met, their bodies ready for round two.

Outside the tent, Zevran stood with his hand on the flap, about to open the tent. He dropped his hand to his side and quickly turned on his heel, returning to his tent. He could feel anger welling up inside him, but for the time, he just felt sadness. It seemed that Raine had made her choice.

And she hadn't picked him.

Hikari: Oh, snap! Did Raine really choose Alistair? Guess you'll have to find out when I post the last part… which will probably be later tonight or tomorrow xD Thank you for reading!