Another steamy chapter! I Had a harder time getting this one written RL has been a jealous mistress and demanded I pay attention to it. I hope you all are enjoying my story, I know it's not the best but I put a lot of love into these chapters. Pretty please R&R I am not one to shy away from Constructive Criticism, I would rather know the truth then nothing at all!

I wish I owned the rights to Dragon Age but I don't. It's all owned by the dungeon masters at Bioware! Thank you oh great dungeon master!

Inspiration to this chap goes to Kate Nash's song the nicest thing :

I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn't eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

*~*Chapter 10*~*

Amara stared blindly into the fire watching the smoke curl up towards the star pocked sky. The ragtag party of adventures had settled for the night near their earlier battle, all sitting cosily by the warm fire, their tents set up in a semi-circle around the blaze. Wynne had claimed fatigue and had retired early. The lines were clearer on the old woman's face and Amara could sense the mentor mages powers dwindling. She worried for Wynne but tried to take comfort in the fact that she had lived a long and joyful life.

She tore her gaze from the fire and let it fall over the campsite. The old familiar sight of her companions gathered together once again was strange. It felt like the old days in most ways, there was only one thing that had changed. She glanced over at Alistair careful to keep her eyes lowered. He was crouched down in front of the cooking pot stirring what smelt to be his famous rabbit stew. His face was shadowed as the fire light flickered over his golden features. It had been so easy for them to fight side by side earlier today like the old days, without any complications or angry words. Amara felt the all too familiar tightness in her chest, wishing again for the thousandth time that they could turn back time and go back to being blissfully uncomplicated.

"My beautiful Commander looks extremely lovely in the fire light." Zevran called from across the fire. "But your eyes hold such sadness, Shall I put some fire back into them." He's smile was devious as he jumped up. She grinned up at him ignoring the dark glares coming from the bitter monarch stirring dinner.

"Pray tell me Good Antivan how you will do that?" Her voice was husky and her eyes slanted from the fires bright light. Zevran flashed another easy smile and pulled Leliana's lute from her tent handing it to the smiling bard.

"Why with a dance of course, nothing brightens a woman better than a good dance, no?" The sudden flow of music floated over the camp as Leliana strummed her lute humming a bright tune. Amara clasped Zevrans outstretch hand and was enfolded gracefully in his arms. He spun her around a few times, his hands spanning across her lower back. Amara tilted her head back and laughed as he whisked her gracefully around the fire his hands slowly lowering to her rear. "Mmmm...My warden you've become quite good at this dance." he whispered giving her bottom a light squeeze.

Amara could feel herself being pushed against Zevrans eager body and in the next instant she was sprawled in the dirt. Slightly dazed from her fall she jumped up rubbing her sore rump. She blinked a few times trying to make sense of the grunts and curses echoing through the camp. When her eyes finally focused she gazed with disbelief at the sight of Alistair straddled atop Zevran. He was delivery a series of well-aimed punches and was growling like some wild animal. Cursing a stream of obscenities Zevran managed to free his knee, sending it with a hard shove into Alistair's groin. The wild King roared in pain and rolled off the cursing Antivan with a snarl.

Zevran was a good fighter she knew this when he'd tried to kill her. He was slight, quick, and sneaky. Amara's pulse quickened for she knew even thou he was swift and very skilled he was no match for Alistair's brute strength.

The fire glinted off the steel as both men drew their weapons. Zev's cool daggers flashed a few swipes at Alistair stabbing the air just above his chest. Alistair caught the next set of blows swiftly with his bracers retaliating with a deadly swing of his longsword slicing open Zevrans side. Zevran fell to the ground a look of shock across his beautiful face. Amara threw out her hands a sleep spell tingling up inside, the power reached her finger tips and stopped dissolving down to nothing.

"Leliana!" She wailed "Alistair has cleansed the area! I can't use my magic" She looked on with dread recognising the look that flashed in Alistair's face. Franticly she looked around for a weapon. "Oghren do something." She cried.

"No stopping him now Commander little pike twirlers gone berserk." Oghren said from behind her his large battle axe hanging over his shoulder.

Alistair's sword was raised and he slowly stalked towards the panting and injured Zevran. His eyes were dark with battle rage and his breath was causing his nostrils to flare dramatically. Amara squeezed her eyes shut and cursed Templars for existing. Sending a silent pray to the Maker she willed everything to stop with her mind.

"Eeeoooowwww" Her eyes snapped open and she sighed with relief. Leliana had sent an arrow flying right through Alistair's leg pinning him to the spot. Another arrow whizzed through the air piecing right threw his shoulder causing him to drop his blade, which Zevran wisely kicked into the fire. Cullen appeared from the shadows and quickly grabbed Alistair from behind pinning the young king's arms back.

"You shot me." Alistair cried staring dumbly at the arrow protruding from his shoulder.

Ignoring Alistair's dazed response Amara ran to Zevrans probing him with her healing magic. He's side was bleeding profusely and his blood looked dark as ink against the shadowed ground. Wynne ran from her tent healing supplies spilling from her arms and knelt down beside him her hands hovering over his chest.

"It's not deep, but I'll need to seal it in my tent." The old mages sliver hair spilled over her shoulders making her look unearthly and beautiful.

"An invite to Lady Wynne's tent" Zevran chuckled grimacing slightly as he jarred his open wound "To think all I had to do was get a minor scratch to get such an invitation." His grin was shaky and Amara could tell he was fighting the urged to pass out.

"Zevran you will behave yourself young man." Wynne chided holding a thick bandage to his bleeding side. She signalled Oghren and Cullen to her side and instructed them to carry Zevran to her tent. "I will be with you shortly my dear. Make sure to keep pressure on his wound." Wiping her bloody hands on a rag she stood up and turned to Alistair her hands glowing green.

"No!" Amara shouted leaving Zevrans side "I will attend him." She hissed "you assist Zev." She stormed up to Alistair and callously ripped the arrow from his leg. He howled in pain crumbling to the ground. "Leliana, help me get this fool to my tent." Her voice was sharp with anger.

They dropped him on the bedroll both glaring down. "Go clean up Leliana I've got this." Leliana hesitated a moment giving Alistair a slightly sympathetic glance.

"Remember he's your king." She whispered dropping the tent flap behind her as she left.

They stared at each other for a long minute. Amara was quivering with anger and fear. The thought of what could have happened was making her ill. She closed her eyes trying to quiet her hammering heart.

"Amara…" He whispered. She held up her hand to silence him and pulled out her dagger. His face pulled back in a scowl "Are you going to try and kill me?" he hissed trying to ready himself for her assault. She huffed out in frustration grabbing a fist full of his shirt. He flinched from her touch unbelieving that she would actually try to harm him.

"Believe me when I say I'm more then tempted to shove this dagger right into you." She hissed slicing open his shirt. She peeled the blood soaked material from his shoulder and quickly snapped off the arrow tip. He hissed through clenched teeth. "I cannot believe how foolish you were tonight." Her hands were shaking as she lowered the dagger and began to rip open his trousers. She felt him flinched when the cold steel blade skimmed over his upper thigh. "Who are you Alistair? What kind of person attacks and almost kills a friend?" Her voice was full of sorrow as she pulled out her supply of heath poultices and herb potions.

"I don't know." he groaned running a bloody hand over his face. She snatched his hand and examined it. So far he had a black eye, split lip, two arrow wounds and busted-bloodied hands. She uncorked a bottle of lyrium and gulped down the bluish liquid. She was going to need all the mana she could muster to heal him.

"The pinkie might be broken." she mumbled pinning her hair back "and you are very lucky Leliana is a good shot or you would be dead right now." He paled looking away. "Drink this" She held the potion to his lips. "It should help with the minor injuries I'll have to start a healing spell, once I get the arrow out."

"Don't you want to see how Zevran is?" he grumbled a sullen pout on his busted lip.

She slammed down her dagger and glared over at him. She couldn't believe the way he was behaving. This wasn't the man she'd fallen in love with. Tears welled up in her eyes as waves of grief washed over her. She wanted her grinning silly Templar back. Not this bitter quick tempered man sitting bloodied and beaten on her bedroll.

"Why are you doing this Alistair?" she took a steady breath as she pulled the arrow gently from his shoulder covering the seeping hole quickly with a bandage. "You don't... Don't want me anymore remember?" He gripped her wrist with his battered hand, pulling her closer. She gasped startled by the array of emotions running over his broken face.

"I will always want you." His voice shook with the conviction behind his words. "I... I just don't think I can forgive you, forgive myself." His face was inches from hers breathe hot against her mouth. "I don't know what's happened to me Amara, I'm a lost cause!" She closed her eyes trying to block the sorrow in his eyes out. Being inches from his face was making it hard for her to catch a steady breath. She bit her lip tears spilling down her cheek.

Her eyes flew open as his lips brushed her cheek catching a tear with the tip of his tongue. Why was he saying these things? She thought quivering under his touch. Everything he had said before all the hurtful words had been what? Bravo to hide his feelings? These thoughts ran rampant through her tried brain and she found herself leaning closer to his bloody lips. Images of the last kissed they shared blazed into her brain and she pulled her hand away in no way eager to be refused by him a third time. She raised her hands over his shoulder and quickly cast the healing spell, green light glowing softly off his bare chest. She repeated the spell on his leg then silently wiped her bloody hands on her robe.

"You will need to rest for a few hours." she could hardly hear her voice over the drumming of her heart beat. Gathering up her supplies she turned to leave. He was behind her in one stride spinning her around to face him his face the very picture of agony.

"Can you not see the beast inside of me?" He was shaking his grip becoming painful on her shoulders. "I've tried to hold it in to shove it away, but it seems you've set it free. Not having you is driving me crazy." he pulled her closer. "You are in my mind every day, I dream of touching you, and my blood sings with the sound of your voice." his voice cracked tears falling from his eyes. "I hate you for making me this way. I'm a man obsessed, a jealous beast yet you're the only person that makes me feel right."

Amara rested her head against his chest encircling his wrist in her shaking hands. Relief washed over her, he still loved her, still wanted her. The hope was a living thing inside her as she pressed her trembling lips to his chest, tasting his salty sweat mixed in with her tears.

"I do not blame you for hating me I hate myself." she cleared her throat and gazed up at his darkened face. "Maker forgive me for causing you pain Alistair, but I am selfish and I just don't care because you have the love I need to see me through all the pain and darkness." She took a shuddering breath and met his gaze matching the agony that shone from his hazel eyes. "I don't think I can keep myself alive without your love, one look from you puts air in my lungs, your smile makes my heart beat, you sustain me and sometimes I hate myself for needing you so."

Taking a leap of faith she slowly rose on tip toes offering up her willing mouth. He cried out crushing her to him and captured her lips covering them with his. She sobbed with relief as his tongue darting against hers. She felt his hands the very hands she'd yearned to feel on her for so long raked threw her hair, the pins scattered to the floor as her dark hair flowed down her back.

His soft mouth became demanding parting her lips more forcefully with his tongue. She met his demands yielding lenient lips breathing heavily into his forceful mouth. Her head felt like it was going to explode with the force behind their kiss, she could feel every part of her body powering up with passion as his hands caressed her through her robes. They pulled away breathless eyes filled with awe their passion warming their bodies and the small tent. She stepped back and shrugged out of her clothes throwing them into a pile on the floor. She smiled as His eyes darkened with desire at the sight of her.

"I can't promise to... to be gentle Amara." His voice was hoarse and his body was quivering with need. She was a healer and should have cared, but could not find the words to refuse as he shoved her down on to the bedroll. He's face tensed up slightly as he's weight came down on his shoulder.

"We should wait." she breathed pushing half heartily on his burning chest "your still healing." He stopped her weak protests with a deep kiss pinning her hands above her head.

"Healing be damned, I cannot stop now." his voice was tense, his mouth set in a hard determined line. She shuddered slightly feeling his strength over powering her.

He knelt before her his blond hair shinning in the lamp light and covering her soft belly and thighs with hot licks and painful needy bites. Her legs shamelessly opened as his head lowered between her parted thighs planting hot kisses on each. She raised her fist to her mouth and bit the back of her hand as his fingers parted her and he entered her with his tongue. She withered under his administrations gasping out in need as his mouth caressed her most sensitive area. She cried out thrusting her hips off the bed, her hands weaving into his hair pressing him to her. She could hear her voice gasping "Faster" heard her harsh cry as he obeyed. Her vision blurred and she arched her back as he brought her to a bone melting climax.

He raised his head and gazed over her in wonder his eyes dark as night with lust. With a wicked smile he grabbed her legs roughly and pulled her towards him. She could feel his hardness against her soft yielding body as she slid her legs around him. His face was flawless in the lamp light eyes dark and mouth parted breath coming in rasping gasps. Their gazed locked as they laid entwined and suspended in passion.

"I'm sorry" She breathed up at him her voice shaking with the emotions of those two small words. His face softened and he kissed her with all the force inside him and she knew she had been forgiven. Reaching down between them she grasped him in her hand and guided him into her. Her eyes rolled back lids fluttering at the unbearable pleasure she felt as he filled her.

He held still his body quivering with pleasure and bit her neck hard to stifle a deep groan. It was a familiar dance, a partnering they had shared so many times before. She whimpered pleasure washing over her. Wrapping her legs higher around his waist she pulled him deeper into her. It wasn't enough she thought wildly, it would never be enough. As if feeling her need for more he rolled on to his back pulling her with him. She racked her nails down his chest as he slid deeper then she'd thought possible.

"Maker." He groaned griping her hips and thrusting upwards. Meeting his rhythm she tossed her head back eyes closed tight. Riding him with complete abandonment she twisted her hips to achieve even more depth with his ferocious thrust rising to unseen limits she never really thought her body could achieve. He let out a breathless cry at her new motion and pulled her down to capture her lips in a hot desperate kiss.

They moved against each other frantically each thrust harder and more savage then the last. Suddenly she felt him stiffen his hands reaching up, fingers grasping her breast painfully as he quivered under and inside her. He thrust upwards once more taking her over the edge with him her muscles tensing up in a wrenching tremor. She let out a sob at the earth shattering release she had and collapsed atop him her face buried in his heaving sweat covered chest.

"Andraste's mercy." he groaned wrapping his arms around her shaking body. She raised her hands and held them on either side of his face staring deeply into his eyes words fleeing her.

"I love you." She finally whispered brushing his lips softly with hers. He smiled a dazzling Alistair smile eyes shining with happiness. Her throat tightened and her eyes stung with unshed tears. She thought her heart would explode with the force of that particular smile.

She could feel him stir inside her as his hand began to kneed at her sensitive breast, tears forgotten she grinned down at him surprised that he was ready again. "You are a beast, wanting another round when my bones have turned to water and I can barely lift my pinkie."

He matched her grin rubbing the small of her back with his other calloused hand. "What can I say, I have mind to apologise to you all night for all my wrong doings. Now kindly do as your King orders and get on your hands and knees."