Writer's note: One shot. Alistair accidentally discovers that Marissa
desires him the same way he does for her.
Alistair sat by his tent pretending to clean his armor and watched Marissa
roll and knead balls of dough. Alistair could feel himself start to get hard as he hungrily watched her sculpt the dough into small loaves before placing them in
their makeshift oven. He closed his eyes and pictured her touching him like that;
and that was all it took for his erection to want to burst out of his breeches.
"Maker strike me down for these lecherous thoughts." He whispered.
It had only been a few days since they finally shared a first kiss
after declaring their feelings for each other. Alistair hated himself for thinking
about Marissa that way; but he wanted her in every way possible and was
thankful his Templar discipline helped to keep his restraint. When Marissa
confided that she too was a virgin, it was all he could do to contain his relief
as well as burgeoning desire. There would come a moment when he would
muster the courage to ask her to spend the night but now was not the time.
Deciding it was time for a little alone time, Alistair got up and headed
toward the falls. The rest of the group had headed into town for supplies and
to do any Chanter jobs for the extra coin and they would not be back until
sundown. With Shale standing watch and Marissa doing chores in the camp, it
was the perfect time to indulge in a bit of self pleasure. Alistair may have spent
many years in the Chantry but he was not pure by any means and since having
no experience with women; self pleasure was his only means of enjoyable release. One of the Gray Wardens once said to his great embarrassment that it was a great way to quell the darkspawn dreams and it turned out to be true. What Alistair has recently discovered however; was that fantasizing about Marissa intensified the experience.
Sometimes he would wonder if she ever had similar
desires about him. That's not say he did not appreciate what they were already
sharing. He savored the time they shared and the way she felt when she wrapped
her arms around him when they shared their first kiss and he looked forward to so
much more.
Alistair got up and headed toward the waterfall; and started to play the
fantasy in his mind as he trekked through the brush and down the path. The sound
of a moan broke his trance and as he walked around the jagged wall of rocks and
boulders towards the front of the falls. He dropped to his knees in shock at what he was seeing. Marissa was standing naked in the falls leaning against the rock
while her one arm was holding the trunk of a tree that had fallen. Her eyes were
closed and she smiled, obviously enjoying the water as it cascaded over her exquisite body.
Had he really been day dreaming too much back at camp that he
did not see her leave?
Alistair could think he could get any harder than he already was but the
pressure against his breeches became unbearable. As he moved to hide behind some shrubs; Marissa moaned his name, making him stumble.
Her eyes were closed and he watched her caress her breasts with her
free hand as her hips swayed as if moving to some silent tune
"Alistair." She moaned. "Touch me please."
"Maker!" He whispered as he undid the laces of his breeches,
licked his hand and grabbed his cock as he watched Marissa play
with her breasts, traced her abdomen, then placed her hand on her
beautiful little bud that had a light patch of hair.
"I want you Alistair." Marisa said in a hungry tone.
Alistair pinched himself a few times to make sure he was not in the
Fade and watched as she parted her legs and slowly slid two fingers in
her sacred flower.
Her hips moved in time as her fingers slid and circled. Alistair
thrust his hips in time to his strokes as he watched her.
"Alistair." She purred.
In all his wildest dreams, Alistair never imagined a woman desiring
him in that manner. He closed his eyes and pictured himself laying on top
of Marissa, exploring her body; teasing the nipples of her beautiful breasts with
his tongue. Alistair wanted to feel himself inside her; he wanted to look deep in
her blue eyes as their bodies moved together as one and he wanted to taste her.
What he wanted to do most of all was to be able bring that look of ecstasy
to her face.
Alistair watched as Marissa moaned and sped up her movements, her
hips buckling wildly as she was getting close.
"Maker!"
He was close to reaching his peak as well, as his strokes tried to keep
in time to hers.
The wave that was building in him was unlike anything he had ever
experienced. Alistair was amazed how thin the line between agony and
pleasure was.
He heard Marissa cry out a few seconds after he reached his own
climax and had collapsed on the ground. He looked up to see her lying
against the rock; her eyes were closed and her breathing was returning to
normal.
Alistair crawled away from the area so she would not see him.
Getting up, Alistair laced his breeches and ran back as fast as he could
to camp and crawled into his tent.
"Dear Maker." He whispered. "Please forgive me for that insidious
transgression and give me the strength to be able to look at Marissa in the
face without giving her a wicked grin."
Alistair heard Marissa outside singing softly to herself as she went
into her tent.
He waited to regain his composure until he got out of his tent and
saw Marissa removing the bread from the oven.
"Alistair!" She exclaimed. "It worked! We have bread."
She turned to smile at him as he walked over to her.
"I think I have some cheese left that would go perfectly with it."
He grinned. "But I am only sharing it with you."
Marissa kissed him on the cheek and took out the remaining loves
to cool.
By sundown everyone had returned from town, but they were so
exhausted and fighting with each other that they took their food to their
tents leaving Alistair and Marissa alone to enjoy their feast of bread, cheese
and chicken.
"We should volunteer to stay behind at camp more often." Alistair
said.
"I agree." Marissa said as she leaned her head against his shoulder
and took his hand, not seeing the wicked grin on his face.
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