Stamina Potion

A/N: For a prompt requesting "Big Love Alistair". We'll keep the prompt anon, to protect the guilty. Including a certain author who was joking with another about how Alistair could never stand to be married to one woman, but sleeping with another, unless everyone was totally OK with the situation ala the HBO show "Big Love"...(Note that Leliana was kept on as a mistress, too, just in order to get the number of wives up to 3.)

"Oh, Maker, I'm close!" Leliana said, as she bounced up and down on Alistair's lap. She could feel it. It was just one more thrust in just the right place, and she'd be there. So close, so close…it was building up to where she could barely stand it.

"Hurry up," Alistair said. She could feel him bring his hands to her hips, to help her move. Reach under her skirts to swirl a finger about her groin, intensifying the sensations. "You know we're not supposed to do this."

"I'm almost there," Leliana said, rocking her hips faster and faster, her teeth clenched, her head thrown back. Oh, Maker, she was close. She was so close. So close that almost nothing could distract her. Well, nothing other than the door to her room opening, and Anora stepping through it.

"Alistair, Leliana!" Anora said, her voice sharp as the crack of a whip. "It is not your night!"

No matter. Leliana was close, and she was not going to abandon her prize quite yet. She resumed her motion, and quickly came with a whimper, just to have Alistair thrust into her a few more times before surrendering, his face buried in her breast. Leliana looked up to see that Anora was glaring at both of them in disgust.

"Really," she said, her arms crossed under her breasts as she glared at the couple. "I go to all the work of devising an equitable schedule, and this is how you behave." Leliana watched her turn and walk to the door, hoping that she'd leave so that she could come down from her orgasm with some dignity, before Anora spoke one last time. "Make sure you're cleaned up by dinner. If Solona knew you were doing this on her night, she'd be furious."

DA:O

Anora fiddled with her planner. She definitely wanted the anniversary of her father's death to be an Alistair-free day for herself, so perhaps she could give him to Solona then? Although it was Solona's birthday later that week, which would mean that either Leliana would get Alistair two days in a row, or she'd have to miss a day during the absolute peak of her cycle. Which she was loathe to do quite yet, when she was still optimistic that she might conceive as quickly as Leliana had. It was fortunate that Leliana was pregnant, true. But irritating all the same, as she truly did not want to deal with the implications of a half-Orlesian, illegitimate, heir to the throne. Maker knew, she'd have an easier time convincing the Landsmeet to trust the country to a mage.

It did not help that no matter what she did, both women were likely to whine about how unfair it was that they did not get the exact days that they demanded. While Alistair would complain yet again at how put upon he was by the schedule, and demand an extra day off. What a nuisance. Oh well. She'd present the schedule tomorrow to the others and see what they thought of the matter. Until then, she supposed that she ought to take advantage of her husband, considering that according to the current month's schedule, she was unlikely to have him for nearly another week.

DA:O

"I'm sorry," Alistair said, as he stared down at Anora. "Just…it's been a busy week." He rolled to the side of their bed with a sigh. It really wasn't his fault. Leliana had surprised him. And Solona had demanded her marital rights last night. Twice.

"But I can't conceive if you won't have sex with me," Anora said, pulling away from him. "If you can only perform so many times in a week, you really ought to save yourself for my night."

"I know," Alistair said. Leliana was pregnant, anyway, and most likely, Solona was unable to have a child with another Grey Warden. But both of them seemed more, well…enthusiastic.

"Just..." he felt the bed move, and turned to see that Anora was standing, the candle light glinting off her perfect skin that had been such a turn on for the first month of their marriage. "I need this. We need this. Isn't there something I could do? Or that you could do?"

Alistair stood and took her in his arms. "Honey, you're fine the way you are. I don't need a root or a potion or anything."

"Are you sure?" Anora asked. "Because I looked into this contingency. " Alistair just stared at her, as she continued. "I had an alchemist develop a potion that's supposed to boost stamina. Just in case you need it. Or even just wanted to try it out. You know, for fun.

"Sweetie," Alistair said, kissing her on the hair, and then lips. She did love him, even if she had really odd ways of showing it. "That's too kind of you."

"Really," Anora said. "If it would help at all. I mean, for the good of Ferelden, and all that."

But somehow, as he ran his hand over her generous backside, he realized that he might not need the potion tonight. Still, it might not hurt to grab a few. Just in case he needed one tomorrow.