AN: This was written because I wasn't happy with the "He finally gets laid" scene in the game. Frankly, from what I've seen of those (my game play and my husbands) It's rather annoying to watch. Anyone who has done it in real life knows there's a WHOLE lot of awkwardness, bumped knees, bumped noses, and other accidents as you are trying to, well, Bump other things. Especially the first time around, and the FIRST First time, well, it's not memorable because it's the first time, it's memorable because despite all the clumsiness, it occurred. Just a though I had, my first attempt at Fanfic in like 2 years, and my first DAO fanfic. Please R/R, and grammatical help would be appreciated. I know I used the wrong There somewhere, but I'm so tired I can't find it. Hanging sentences are okay, I use them for artistic purposes (I tend to speak in incomplete sentences).
They were both nervous as they threaded their way through the dark, sneaking through the shadows thrown off by the camps main fire, trying to pass through their ever attentive companions undetected. He caressed her hand, holding it tentatively, and then with growing firmness. She shivered a bit in the chill night air, pausing before the tent flaps to meet his eyes in the moonlight. Whatever happened before, whatever happened after, this was right, they were right.
Two bodies slipped silently inside the tent, and in the dimness they paused, each of them uncertain. It was with tenderness completely at odds with his armor or his rough, battle scarred hands that he held her face, and with infinite gentleness that he lowered his lips to hers. She felt his body tense with desire as their lips met, and a fire blossomed between them , spreading through their bodies in an explosive rush. Her hands grasped at armor, and she felt her gauntlet catch against his plate, heard the faint metallic clank as they moved against each other.
"You know," he gasped at her, pulling back, "this might be a bit more comfortable without the armor." He breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath. " I know it's a long shot, after all, how could armor be anything but comfortable, but it might be worth a try." His hand moved to cup her face, finger tips wiping away the hair that had fallen in her eyes. "Besides, if the dark spawn attack while we are out of armor, they might think they have the wrong camp and go away."
She chuckled quietly as she pulled back, and began working her way out of her armor. She was about to remove her breastplate when she paused, watching him. "Aren't you falling a little behind?" She asked him, a soft smile playing across her lips.
"What me? I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was a race, I was just enjoying the show." She raised a brow at him, "But my dear, if you insist, I could always try to catch up." She nodded in approval as he practically dove out of his armor. It was much to her embarrassment as they both stood there in there small clothes when she finally removed her boots.
His face flushed red as he looked at her, "By the maker woman, but you are beautiful." He pulled her close to him, gently kissing her forehead and nose before finally capturing her lips. Blood rushed through the both of them again, and somehow, an indeterminate time later, they found themselves on the bedroll, breathing heavily, the heat of each body scalding the other. Alistair looked at her, his face scrunching slightly as he spoke,
"You know that with my growing up in the Chantry, and them being sent to the Templar I've never…" His voice trailed off, and he cleared his throat. "What I mean is, what I want to ask, is, well, have you ever?"
She shook her head at him "A nobleman's daughter, even the tom boy daughter, doing that without the blessings of the Chantry and Society? No. My mother kept a close enough eye on me to prevent that, even if she couldn't keep me out of armor or away from the swords and bows." He smiled at her in response, his cheeks dimpling in that adorable smile she loved so much as he kissed her again.
He pulled back later, "I've been told that the first time for a women isn't pleasant, that it-" She cut him off.
"Yes Alistair, I know it will hurt. It will be okay, I promise." She smiled at him, her fingers gently playing with his hair. He looked at her, worry etched on his face, still not obscuring the desire she saw there. "Alistair, if I'd wanted to do this before, noblemans daughter, mother or no, I would have. It wasn't because I was scared of the pain. It was because I was waiting on the right person. I was waiting on you. I promise, it will be okay." She leaned up and kissed him.
"If you're sure, milady. Just, don't attack me. I know you have a habit of doing that to the things that injure you." He joked at her, before continuing with their previous activities.
AN: I may or may not continue this. Please R/R!