Once Upon A Time ... Coitus Interupptus

Suami broke quickly away and with a crack, slapped Alistair.

"How dare y--"

She was quickly cut off by his mouth crashing against hers again. Her mind tried to fight against him but her body yearned and she was lost in the kiss. Tongues fought for dominance as the two battled to take charge. Alistair, for once, was winning this duel and gaining the upper hand. He pulled her closer and ran his right hand up over her belly towards her side then up into the small of her back. With his left hand he cupped her cheek and tightened his fingers in Suami's long blonde hair. Suami's hands rested on Alistair's face then slid into his close cropped hair, pressing against his scalp. All inhibition was lost as the two settled the arguments they had with their mouths.

To say Suami was shocked at Alistair's boldness would have been an understatement. She was completely bowled over. She cared for him, yes but he was such a frustrating person to be around. But Leliana was right. He was all those things. Endearing, disciplined, intelligent and by the maker, was he gorgeous. She wanted to see if he looked as broad and as powerful out of his plain clothes as well as in them. Alistair, on the other hand, had other ideas. Suami felt him moving them backwards. Unresisting she complied until the backs of her thighs pressed against what was obviously the desk.

Surely he's not thinking? He is isn't he. Oh Maker, Suami thought. As one strong arm swept behind her, throwing the food, plates and wine to the floor, her suspicions were confirmed. Swiftly his hands cupped her buttocks, and lifted her up to set her down on the desk. He began to scatter feather-light kisses down her neck, fingers running along the shape of her and desperately clawing at her thighs. The rogues own hands traced the contours of the muscles under his shirt coming to rest at the back of his neck. Suddenly she felt his fingers against the flesh of her side, and Suami moaned for all this. She ached as his hand tentatively, but fiercely groped over the flesh of her belly, her ribcage, before coming to rest on her breast. She groaned as his thumb flickered over her erect nipple, turning her head to find his mouth again.

As they kissed again his movements became stronger more sure, more hungry. Suami's eyes snapped open as they broke their kissing frenzy. They both panted, breathless from the battle of their tongues. Alistair pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed. She had a burning question she couldn't get rid of.

"Whose desk is this?"

"Don't know, don't care." Was Alistair's reply, his lips finding hers again. Their breathes became quickly ragged again and soon the hurried kisses became frantic. Unashamedly Suami moved her hands to the hem of Alistair's cotton shirt and yanked it up over his broad shoulders. They broke away as she pulled it over his head before throwing it down on the ground.

Andrastes Knickers! He was just as well-built as she had imagined. Not overly muscular but well formed and toned in all the right places. Suami noticed the minute scars that highlighted the weak points in his splintmail. Her eyes travelled over his chest and then stopped at his newest scar. The one she had given him. Unconsciously she brushed her hand against it and grimaced as she remembered how she felt that horrible day. She pulled her eyes away as Alistair's hand captured her hand kissing her knuckles. As her eyes met his Alistair was acutely aware of how hungrily she had let her eye roam over him. It only made the templar long for her more. Gently he cupped her face before leaning in leaned and his let his lips meet hers once more. Greedily, Suami let her hands settle on his now bare chest and then allowed them to wander over his taut belly, strong hips to his shoulders and grasped him around his neck again.

Their bodies pressed together, Suami's back carelessly thumped against the great wooden desk. Alistair's hands began to push at her tunic, forcing it up her belly...

~xXx~

"No...It's not urgent." Arl Eamon frowned at the Golem. "But it is important."

Shale's rocky stare peered down at the Arl and Bann Teagan. "What The Wardens are discussing is important."

"Yes, but this is concerning the blight. The blight is important to everyone, yes?"

Arl Eamon was trying to reason with the giant stone person. It may have been a little bit of a mistake. Nevertheless, it seemed to take his argument into consideration. Then suddenly there was an almighty crash from inside Isolde's study. Teagan and Eamon's eyes opened wide and they gestured urgently to the Golem. "Out the way out the way! Someone could be injured in there!"

Golems were never noted for their quick and graceful movements. Like a glacier Shale got up out the way, for Eamon to slip past it and fling open the door to his wife's study.

"Alistair! Suami!" He exclaimed, worry written across his features.

The scene that greeted his eyes wasn't exactly one he...well..expected. In his mind he had been picturing them fighting darkspawn, or one of them succumbing to a poison because of their injuries.

Alistair at least had the decency to stand up straight and cough. Suami lay sprawled on the desk, legs firmly wrapped about his adoptive son's waist. Swiftly she pulled down her shirt, unhooked her legs from about Alistair's waist and busied herself smoothing the wrinkles out of her shirt. Alistair coughed again, refusing to meet the Arl's gaze. His hand ran through his own ruffed up hair, lingering at the back of his neck. He could feel the blood drain away, only to rise from his chest and start to spread up his neck. His cheeks and ears began to burn.

"Disgusting!" Declared the Golem before wandering off.

With the ice broken, Teagan was the first to speak. "Well. Um. Yes." He was definatly holding back sniggers. Suami shot him a glare, but struggled to suppress the grin dancing on her lips. She bit down on her lower lip and glanced to Alistair, who was flushing a dreadful red. Lifting one hand to her mouth, Suami began to nibble on the nail of her index finger, letting her eyes head back to Arl Eamon. His cheeks, what could be seen of them beyond his face eating beard, were flushed red. His mouth hung slightly agape, eyes wide with surprise.

"Alistair!" He said, finally, aghast. "Really! On my wife's desk!"

Teagan quietly snorted with laughter just behind the Arl. His hand was clamped over his mouth as he suppressed the giggles. Suami creased up too, biting down on her lower lip until it turned white. In the end she had to bite down on her knuckle until it hurt.

Alistair, mortified, still avoided the Arl's gaze as he reached for his shirt. "Sorry, Ser." He mumbled, lifting it up and holding it to his chest. He was finally able to step away from Suami, and offered her his hand. "We'll um. Er. We'll be...going..."

Suami, taking the hint hopped off the desk. The two of them slowly, hand in hand, walked (or in Suami's case hobbled) past the shocked and probably slightly angry Arl until they reached the corridor. As the turned down the end of it they heard Teagan collapse in laughter, and then the two wardens themselves creased together in howls of laughter.

Over the din of guffaws', Arl Eamon exclaimed, "Its not funny Teagan! That's an expensive piece!"