Wow! What an awsome response to a tiny little oneshot. Thank you all! I just hope that someone with a knack for epic lovestories will come along and do us all happy.
Here comes another little blurp while we wait..

Chapter: Professionalism

They were going through their equipment after a recent fight. Morrigan was darning a large rip in her leather pants, and Zevran was sharpening his knifes. Allira was supposed to be cleaning her bow, but really, she wasn't. Instead she was staring at Alistair who was going thorough a pile of loot. He had been complaining about the fit of his boots, and were trying on a pair of dwarfen ones. They fit very nicely. Extremely nice, so much that Allira found herself mesmerized by his calves. She knew it was silly, and indeed had never ever been interested in this particular piece of male anatomy before.

But Alistir's calves were lean and muscular, and somehow looking at them made her blush a little. It was both strange and…totally unprofessional!

"Alistair", she barked suddenly, to everyone, including her own, surprise. "Can I please have a word?"

Straightening up, he only nodded and followed her over to a more secluded spot.

"Your desire is my command," he told her promptly, but with a certain glitter in his eyes. Oh she knew that glitter.

"That is precisely the thing, Alistair!" she retorted. He raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"You don't want me to say that?" he suggested.

"No! Well..I…" Allira sighed, and stepped forward and leaned against him. He readily wrapped his arms around her, and rested his cheek against her hair.

"You distract me. Even by wearing armour. Probably even by only by existing you'd be a distraction to me."

She could feel him chuckle.

"You are angry with me because I distract you? Believe me, the feeling is mutual… The distraction I mean."

She raised her head so she could look him in the eye. Yup, sparkling indeed.

"You're jesting with me."

"Indeed I'm not. They day you got that Dalish armour was an epic day. I dread every morning when I know you will put it on again, and yet I cannot long for it more."

And he smiled a little lopsidedly, and yet again she did not know if he was making fun of her, or telling her the truth.

Pushing away from his chest, she grumbled in frustration.

"I just think we should try behaving with a little more…professionalism when we're in company. More like Grey Wardens," she said, scratching arm and sighing.

"All right," he agreed readily, and then gave her a salute. "One professional Grey Warden reporting for duty."

Allira rolled her eyes.

"Good, I see you're finally realizing who's in charge anyway." She began to walk away, when he stopped her, simply wrapping his hand around his arm.

"Alistair?" she said questioningly, seeing both smirk and glittering eyes very much in place.

"We're alone now," he answered. "No other people here at all. I think we should talk a little more about how handsome you think I look in my armour…"

And then he silenced her objections with a kiss.