A/N
First a big thanks to my beta reader Adalae_Amell who has edited this chapter. If you like Dragon Age related fanfiction, allow me to recommend you Adalae_Amell 's stories.
Info and background on this chapter: The episode below is chronologically a big leap forward in the story compared to the previous chapters. It takes place in the Deep Roads, where the two Wardens and some of their companions are searching for Paragon Branka.
If you are wondering about my plans regarding this story, I can tell you that I intend to keep writing as soon as I'll have more time. Other episodes which take place in between the ones already published will came at a later date.
I hope you'll enjoy reading. Also, your thoughts about it are welcommed.
Elissa woke up startled before she realized she'd only been dreaming. It was pitch black in the tunnels. She felt Alistair's arm around her; she was safe in his embrace. She pressed her body against his, cradling his arm up to her chest.
"My love?" Alistair spoke groggily.
"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" she whispered.
"Yes, my body is so attuned to yours, it responds to your every move," he said softly with amusement in his voice, slightly adjusting his position to hold her closer.
"Sorry," she said, squeezing his hand around her breast, slightly rubbing her backside against him; she felt his length harden against her back. "Hm, you're right." she giggled.
"Love, stop moving or I won't be able to control myself any longer." he pleaded, nestling his face in her hair.
Elissa knew the feeling- the lack of control. Since they entered the Deep Roads almost a month ago, there had been no time for proper rest. And when they rested, they slept in close proximity to the others in their party for safety reasons. Darkspawn were not the only danger lurking about in the Deep Roads. There was no place for tents in the tunnels, and there was no reason to encumber themselves with them. So the tents were left behind in a camp outside Orzammar with Sten and Wynne. She and Alistair had been sharing the same bedroll and blanket, but they never had any privacy.
She brought his hand near her mouth, and with a muffled whisper she spoke, "I don't want you to," then sucked on his finger.
He moaned and pressed himself against her. "But what about the others?" he asked gasping.
"They're sleeping. We'll be quiet." she whispered, as she guided his hand into her breeches.
Her gesture removed the last traces of his reservation and he quickly found his way to her core. She covered her mouth with her hand, and bid herself to stop her moans while his fingers slid in and out, and his thumb gently rubbed her hot wet slick. She arched her back, pressing her bottom against his groin, and felt his hard length through their clothes. He rubbed against her as she rocked into the machinations of his hand. Her pleasure and desire reached unbearable heights as she purred his name, but he didn't stop until he felt her quiver under his touch. Alistair pushed her breeches down, along with her smallclothes, and quickly he freed himself of his own. At the touch of her skin on his own, he groaned her name. Elissa arched her back, lifting her bottom; she cradled him between her thighs, rubbing her wet slick on his length. He muffled his moans in her hair, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, lifting her and parting her folds with his hand as he slid inside her. She placed her hand on the ground for support and pressed against him, engulfing him deep inside her, squeezing her inner muscles around him. They both moaned louder than they ought to in the silence of the caves.
"Oh, Maker, you feel so good," he said in a hoarse low voice, moving slowly inside her.
His hand slid under her shirt and fondled her breast. He squeezed it, and gently rubbed her nipple while thrusting his hips into a delectable friction, while she met his every thrust. The wave of pleasure inside her was building up again, and she let herself be carried away. They moved together, matching each others rhythm. She bit her lip hard to stop the sounds of pleasure threatening to spill out. His hand glided down her stomach, reaching between her thighs, parting her wet folds and caressing her knob with agile fingers, while his movements gathered in speed. The wave of pleasure became unstoppable, crashed against her and overwhelmed her, taking her into a climactic frenzy; she brought Alistair with her. The cascade of pleasure made them both cry out when her inner muscles started contracting rhythmically around him. He thrust his throbbing length deep inside her, spending himself.
They were both panting as they lay still for a few moments, catching their breath. When Alistair pulled away, they both cringed and gasped.
As he held her against his chest, she sighed comfortably and whispered, "You are a wonderful man. I missed you so much."
"Missed me?" he said, lifting himself on his elbow and placing a kiss below her ear. "But I've been right here all along."
"I missed this." she said, giggling at the delightful feeling of his cool lips on her hot skin. "You, inside me."
"I've spoiled you." he said laughing, nuzzling her neck. "I've missed you, too." he whispered in her ear making her shiver. He gave her another kiss before lying back down behind her. "Sleep now, my love."
She fell asleep feeling satisfied and happy. It felt like barely a moment had passed when Alistair gently squeezed her shoulder, and spoke softly in her ear "My love, wake up."
There was light coming through an opening where Shale was holding a torch, and she saw the others packing up.
Elissa turned back towards Alistair. "Already?" she groaned.
"I'm afraid so," he said smiling, but otherwise looking weary, his hair in disarray.
She sighed and began to arrange her clothes under the blanket. She hoped the others wouldn't notice, but she felt slightly embarrassed to be with her pants down while they all were fussing around her.
She stood, strapped her armor and weapons on, and packed her belongings. Their breakfast, which Leliana handed out, consisted of an apple and two biscuits, hardly enough to just silence their stomachs, but they had to ration their food carefully.
She took one last look at the map and pointed out their direction. They were close to leaving the sinister abandoned Thaig behind them, and enter yet another tunnel which was supposed to lead them further into the Deep Roads.
"My dear Warden," said Zevran, in his characteristic fawning tone. He fell behind the rest of the group, matching her pace, "Allow me to congratulate you. You are exquisite in every aspect."
"What are you talking about?" Elissa asked, detached.
He laughed. "I'm talking about your performance. You've been torturing me, yet you don't even know it," he complained teasingly. "Never before have I experienced such delightful torture."
"On second thought" she said, striding away from the Antivan elf. "I don't think I want to know what you're talking about."
She never cared for the elf's insinuating comments or flirtations, and he made her feel uncomfortable. She caught up with Leliana, who was walking a few steps behind Alistair and Morrigan at the front of their party.
"So," Leliana started with an impish look on her face, "you and Alistair…"
"Alistair and I what?" Elissa could her feel annoyance with the Bard well up inside of her, but tried not to cast it in her tone.
"You and Alistair- together, looking content. You have a glow about you. So shameless." The Bard replied with a sly grin.
"Shameless?" Elissa asked, surprised.
Leliana stared at Elissa intently as she spoke, "Well, you know, radiating joy and love, while everyone has to face death and the Blight and a bleak future by themselves. Terrible, gloating like that."
"I'm not gloating, am I? But yes," Elissa said thoughtfully, "he does make me very happy." She smiled and felt all warm inside while thinking about how much she loved him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Leliana again. "So, how is Alistair?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, blissfully ignorant.
"You know what I mean. You and Alistair… last night. He must be quite delightful, you wouldn't be so happy otherwise, I think. He's athletic, that's always nice. He is also good at following instructions, isn't he?" Leliana kept going.
Elissa was caught by surprise, and wondered if her companions were even sleeping during her little escapade with Alistair. She briefly wondered if they had woken everybody up. Either way, she decided to play along. "Yes, sometimes he has brilliant ideas of his own too," she chuckled.
"Ooo, fascinating." Leliana giggled. "The little templar is all grown up and apparently he …ahem …plays well with others."
"Oh, yes," Elissa replied in turn with a mischievous smile, "he's very grown up."
They both laughed. "Oh, now you're just making me jealous." Leliana complained.
"Hey, what are you two giggling about?" Alistair asked aloud, looking back at the pair.
"Nothing." Elissa answered quickly. "Just… Darkspawn."
"Yes, I'm sure." He said unconvinced, pursing his lips. "Darkspawn are so hilarious."
"I do wonder." Morrigan asked in a subdued tone addressing Alistair, but loud enough for Elissa to hear as well. "Is it permissible for two Grey Wardens to …oh, what is the word I search for?"
"Caboodle?" Alistair answered mockingly, making Leliana giggle.
"Fraternize." Morrigan said sternly.
"What's wrong with fraternizing?" he inquired innocently.
"It seems most undisciplined," Morrigan answered in the same harsh tone, "for an organization that claims it will do whatever is necessary to end the Darkspawn threat."
"One thing has nothing to do with the other." he said, determined.
Elissa wondered what the witch was getting at, but she got her answer right away.
"Oh no?" Morrigan asked contemptuously. "And what if a Grey Warden is forced to choose between the Warden he loved and ending the Blight? What should his choice be?"
"That is a …a ridiculous question." Alistair said waving his arm and shaking his head dismissively.
"And I have my answer. Most kind of you." Morrigan said with satisfaction.
Zevran, who had caught up with them for the last part of the conversation, interfered, "My good friend Alistair, might I offer you a bit of advice?"
"I like my hair the way it is, thank you." Alistair answered shortly.
"Truly? As you wish… though my advice is regarding something else completely. It has to do with your recent …exertions with your fellow Grey Warden that I overheard."
"My…? Oh." Alistair said apprehensively.
"It did seem as if you just got going when all grew quiet. You are… feeling all right, yes? Perhaps you are tired?" Zevran said suavely.
Elissa was annoyed at the elf's boldness, even though she knew by now that his usual manner was unacceptable and shocking at times. Alistair seemed to share her opinion when he answered in outrage.
"We aren't talking about this, are we? Did I hit my head?"
The elf continued unhindered, "I have some roots from home that you may chew if you need energy. As for volume you ought to try arching your…"
"Whoa! Whoa! Awkward!" Alistair interrupted, flushed by the current subject matter.
"You Fereldens are so finicky." The elf joked lightly. "How will you ever learn how to pleasure each other unless you talk about it?"
"Ok, that's enough!" Elissa said firmly, commanding their obedience. "One more smart comment from any of you and I'll throw you to the first Darkspawn we meet."
She and Alistair exchanged meaningful glances before they both burst out laughing, leaving their companions to wonder.