Her Lips Tasted Like Chocolate

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Alistair sat on his throne, tired and frustrated. There had to be nothing more tedious then meeting over a hundred young woman, one at a time, all day.

"Cant we hurry this up?" Alistair asked his uncles.

"I suppose we could group them together," Eamon hesitated, and then waved over a guard to give the order. He was to old for this sort of thing, easily irritated. At his order a group of women were rushed in and lined up. A noise got Alistair's attention as a guard tried to pull one of them away. It was a girl- from closer inspection- shorter then the others, wearing what looked like a very short tunic and leggings, and a derailed sort of bun on her head that allowed stray black hair to fall everywhere. She looked nothing like a noble woman. She stubbornly jerked away from the guard yelling at him- was that a profanity? Alistair stood and strode over to them.

"I'm supposed to be here you dolt!" She exclaimed, side stepping the guard who lunged to grab her. He reached for his belt, a sword, and she swept her foot down on the back of his knees, causing the poor man to stumble. She brought her elbow down on the center of his back, sprawling him on the floor. Her brown eyes blazed in anger, and her face flushed with excitement.

" This, I didn't expect today," Alistair chuckled. She looked at him, and after a long moment her eyes went wide. She attempted to curtsey, realized she wasn't wearing a dress, and ended up in an awkward bow.

"Your Majesty…I was…I was invited. He didn't believe me…" she mumbled.

'Your name?" he asked, amused. She looked up at him, surprised, and straightened.

"Rose-Rose Bryland" she answered.

"My cousin your Majesty" Habren appeared at her side.

"Arl Bryland's daughter…"Alistair blanked on her name, having only met her once five years ago in the Denerim market. He remembered a very selfish girl.

"Habren, your majesty. I'm so sorry about my cousin," she grabbed Rose's arm tightly.

"No worries," his eyes met Rose's, "it was the most entertaining thing to happen all day." He turned and went back to his throne. The rest was a blur, his thoughts frequently going back to the look on Rose's face when he talked, and the way the guard fell. It caused him to laugh, making Eamon wonder at his sanity. At the end of the day he and his uncles were alone.

"Anyone..?" Teagan asked.

"One," Alistair replied.

"Oh?" Eamon asked.

"Rose, Rose Bryland," King Alistair actually blushed.

"Oh…" this time it sounded unhappy.

"Is she…unexceptable?" Alistair asked mildly.

"She is.. A fine choice. We still have to worry if maybe, you need someone who would be a good Queen. She is not known for her abilities at court- as you saw today," Teagan told him. There was a sparkle in Alistairs eyes that surprised him.

"I recall being fairly bad at the job myself. I want to invite her to dinner, have her bring her cousin and you both will be there, bring Isolde Eamon." Alistair smiled as he stood. Already thinking of how he would do his hair. As he walked away the brothers shared a look of pure knowing.

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"DINNER!" Habren exclaimed, and then squealed loudly. Rose rubbed her temples at the annoying sound.

"Both of us?" Rose asked. She remembered the Kings smile, and blushed. He was older then her, around 7 years older then her. He had laugh wrinkles, which looked barely used. He was…shockingly handsome, and had amazing hair.

"He wears his crown lopsided," she smiled.

"What?" Habren asked, consumed by her desire to find the perfect dress.

"Nothing…." Rose sighed. She wasn't going to change, especially if Habren picked out a dress.

…...

"You're nervous…?" Teagan tried to hide a smile. Alistair ran his hand through his hair.

"No, of course not-" he stopped and looked at his uncle. He opened his mouth to ask him a question but Teagan held up a hand,

"You look fine, great even. Be yourself Alistair," he clapped him on the back. They walked together to the dinning hall. Eamon and Isolde met them and they sat down. The brothers shared polite conversation with Isolde, about Redcliffe, etc. Alistairs attention stayed on the doors, and when they opened he jumped to his feet. Habren entered first smiling and curtseying. Eamon stood and had her set next to Isolde- to her disappointment. Rose came in, looking the same as earlier if not more messy. She had a thin face, large eyes, and lips she nibbled in embarrassment.

"Come, sit," Alistair said, holding out a chair for her, next to Teagan.

"You know, let her have this seat Alistair, the cushion on that one is run through and can be uncomfortable," Teagan stood with a sly smile. This would place her directly at Alistair's left, knees able to touch. Alistair kept his composure and pushed Rose's seat in. Her emotions danced blatantly on her face. He sat down and the food was brought out. It was light foods, chicken, vegetables, soups, and bread. The women ate daintily, like they were brought up. Well, except for Rose. Her appetite tended to expand when she was nervous. She piled her plate with food and ate it. Although, it wasn't as much as the King. The four nobles with smaller stomachs watched them with awe-and some disgust.

"We still…have dessert" Teagan cut into their feast. Rose looked up and her face reddened. She pushed her remaining food away. Alistair did the same, and shared a sheepish look with her. She smiled and it made his heart drop. She wasn't an amazing beauty, a lady in any means, but she made his heart flutter and fly with every facial expression.

"Do you fight Rose?" Alistair asked. Rose jumped in her seat and gaped at him.

"She does, Your Majesty. She dresses as a boy and trains with the knights at fathers keep," Habren answered. Alistairs eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Yes. I don't know how good I am, but I prefer it over…other things," Rose nodded.

"Don't be modest," Habren smiled, jealous, " the Knights all scatter when she's around. She has thoroughly defeated them all."

"I would like to see you duel sometime," Alistair smiled, oddly aroused. Rose looked at him with a mix of pleasure and shock.

"If you want, I was planning on training tomorrow," she smiled.

"Oh Habren! I have some silks in my room you absolutely much see" Isolde exclaimed, standing. Habren went to argue but was cut off by Isoldes glare.

"I guess we are going. This was nice Alistair," Eamon shuffled the girls out. Although it was improper to leave the two alone, Teagan excused himself. The two remaining were left with their dessert- cake.

"This is…good" Rose said, swallowing a bite.

"I thought, you would like it. It's my favorite," Alistair replied ruefully.

"You…arent like what I thought," Rose looked at him thoughtfully.

"Oh? How did you think I would be like?" he asked leaning forward.

" I didn't think you'd be…warm…" she managed. He was close, and she could feel his breath.

"Warm?"

"Hearted-and normal. I thought kings were supposed to be….stuck up," she blushed.

"They tried to make me that way, but I wouldn't have that!" he laughed.

"Your laugh…I like it" she said without thinking. He smiled and reached a hand out to brush her hair back.

"It's cute messy, like this" he whispered. They were very close. His lips brushed her, first the top and then the bottom. She closed her eyes and held her breath, so he bent in to kiss her deeper. Her lips tasted like chocolate. Her hand reached up and grazed his hair, he grabbed it and held it to his cheek. Her skin wasn't smooth, but it caused a fire on his skin. They parted, him biting her bottom lip softly causing stars to dance in her eyes.

" I'm sorry," he said. She smiled.

"I'm not."

"Would you…want to come with me?" he asked. Rose's cheeks flamed.

" Is that…ok?" she asked, thinking there had to be some…moral law in Fereldan.

"I'm King," he pointed out. She laughed.

"True," she nodded, " I've never….this." Alistair nodded understandingly.

"I've been there. If you don't want to, I understand."

"My body says we should. Now." Rose leaned forward and kissed him again. His tongue ran against her lips and their kiss deepened. At this Alistair stood, and grabbed her up in his arms. They rushed to his room, aware of the guards who saw them. He laid her down on her back, amongst his bed cushions. He stared at her, the chemise she wore sticking to her increasingly sweaty chest. A blush seemed to have permanently made a home on her neck and cheeks. She wasn't looking him in the eyes, instead turning her head in the cushion. Alistair reached and tilted her face so he could see her eyes.

Rose looked at him, terrified, but relaxed when he smiled at her. It was more adoring than anything she remembered from her life. She smiled back, weakly. Alistair bent down and grazed her lips, then her chin. He drew his lips along her jaw and sucked delicately on her earlobe. 'Ah…' she moaned as his hands began to move up her sides. They found what they were looking for, grabbing her breasts through her clothes. She squirmed and he pulled back to take off her top and the slip. Her small clothes were simple, white to match. He kissed them through the thin cloth, and then bit at the pebbles starting to form. Rose tugged at his own shirt, an overly complicated one, perfect for a King. He helped her and it was off. "Stay still," she ordered. He obliged, sitting above her, unmoving. Her thin, cold fingers started at his collar bone, tracing it, and then feathered down his chest, enjoying the muscles he kept in form, he shivered in pleasure. At his stomach she drew circles around the taunt abs. When she arrived at his hips and the rim of his pants she leaned upward and kissed the skin where it met the cloth.

"Maker," he grabbed her face and pushed her back down to capture her lips. He shed the rest of her cloths. Rose thought, briefly, that he might have ripped them in his haste. He kissed her naked skin, her breasts [ which he thought weren't as small as she made them out to be in her clothes] to her stomach, and down to her thighs. She groaned when he pushed her further up the bed and began to spread them. His tongue flicked , not gently, across the soft skin of her inner thigh, going up and down but never quite reaching the point Rose's body wanted him to.

"S-stop!" she cried, shaking. He paused and crawled back up to kiss her, his member straining against her through his pants. "Off-" she managed between sucking his lip and tongue. She didn't have to ask him twice.

This was, for the purpose of sex, the first time she had seen what a mans genitals looked like. It was more…intimidating then she had thought it would be. Having grown up training with men it wasn't as if she were completely innocent.

"I'll be gentle" he reassured her.

"I know, I trust you. Despite this being unconventional and, well, animalistic," she giggled. " I just want you to know that you don't have to worry about…that pain woman get."

"Oh?" he was curious.

"I was thrown from a horse and landed on a fence, it hit me so hard it …broke. I went to the healers to make sure. I have still never done this so I know it will be uncomfortable."

"I didn't know that could happen" he chuckled, kissing her jaw again.

"Not often..or…oh…so I was….ugh…told" her hips bucked when he leaned down to rub against her. He reached down and inserted a finger between her folds, rolling over her nub and teasing her entrance which flowed with her juices. Rose's hand ran down his stomach to his hard member and gently rubbed it's head.

"I don't know if I can hold out," he groaned, "Are you sure?"

"Don't you dare stop!" she exclaimed as a wave of pleasure shocked through her. Alistair pushed himself up and guided his member to her entrance slowly, yet firmly, entering her. It was easier then it had been with Ana. Rose was a virgin, tight and responsive, but Rose acted more on her own, burrowing her hips to meet his.

At first it was uncomfortable for her, but the pleasure almost completely overwhelmed it. His speed grew from pure passion. His large hands gripped her hips and crushed their bodies together. This penetration was overwhelming and Rose cried out loudly, an orgasm ripping through her. Worn, she continued to rub herself against him until he too roared and blew his seed inside of her. They didn't part for a long time, side by side. Alistair held her warm body in his arms, trying to catch his breath. When they finally separated Rose fell asleep almost immediately.

Alistair didn't know if what they had done had been right, but out of all the women he had met in the last week or so, Rose stood out the same way Ana had. He would wait, give them both time, and if it worked out he would ask for her hand in marriage. 'Im not looking forward to telling Teagan and Eamon they were right,' he thought before falling asleep.

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( If I get good reviews I will keep this up~ If not i may just work more on my other one-shots. I like one-shots! I dont want to give up on Rose and Alistair though~)