Well, I'm not really in the mood to write, but I figure why make y'all wait when I already have this chapter planned out? Oh, and FYI, I'm going to start two more stories when We Are One and Darkest are finished. A Borderlands 2 story and a Fallout: New Vegas story. I think ahead a lot. Just more good stuff for my readers though! Don't forget I've got two other stories up as well. Check them out sometime.

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We camp off the road at the base of the mountain. I sit cross-legged in front of the fire, cleaning my armor. Lyna leans her back against me as she does the same. Zevran, Morrigan, and Leliana have already retired for the night; Zevran and Leliana together and making noises that howler monkeys would be jealous of.

Oghren has recently stumbled to his tent and passed out.

It is another hour at least before Alistair yawns heavily and leaves the fire. Only Wynne is left, and she has the watch. Lyna and I finish cleaning our armor. She stands and stretches out the stiffness, then bundles up her armor in her hands.

As she disappears into her tent, I think hard on something. I've wanted this for a while now, but it goes against the Qun to even think wanting something only for yourself. Nothing good comes of it.

I get up and walk until I stand before her tent. I know she doesn't sleep yet.

"Warden." I call quietly. I hear a shift inside and the flap of the tent is pulled back to reveal that she has let her mass of hair out of its constricting braids.

"Yes, Sten?"

"You are retiring for the night?"

"In a moment, yes."

"I wish to retire for the night as well."

"By all means, do so. You don't need my permission."

I am about to walk away when I see mirth in her eyes.

I rumble deep in my chest. "Parshaara. You know."

She chuckles under her breath before replying, "Sten, you may join me in my tent whenever you wish."

I nod and she disappears behind the fold again. I pick up my armor and follow her in.

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When I wake I pull Lyna's naked form flush to my chest. She hums and stretches languidly, but returns to her sleeping position. I know she will drift off again if I let her. I do not want her to. I begin to trail my fingers over her skin.

She smiles against the bare forearm that her head rests on. I smirk to myself. Her knees are pulled up to her chest, and I use the opening to let my hand slide over her firm backside and slide a finger inside her.

She gasps and jumps as if burned, but I cover her mouth with the hand that's not stroking her dampness and I do not let her pull away. After a moment, she leans into me and groans from the back of her throat. I make sure that my fingers aren't covering her nose, and pull my finger out to roll her on her back beside me.

This time I manage to squeeze two fingers into her tight womanhood, and begin to rub circles on her nub with my thumb. She trembles next to me, hands gripping the sleeping furs beneath her so hard that her knuckles are white.

She begins to buck her hips, and I increase the speed of my fingers. A moment later she comes in my hand, her cry muffled by my other hand. She collapses and pants for breath.

I groan as my erection becomes unbearable and roll over to my back. Lyna's hand snakes out to grab hold of it and she starts pumping slowly.

"I would take you now."

"It is up to you. I will not make you."

I groan again and reply, "I cannot."

Skilled though her mouth and hands are, I do not think they will continue to satisfy me. Lyna is silent next to me, and I know she is thinking.

"Climb on top of me."

"I cannot mate, warden."

"I doona mean to mate, Sten."

The accent she hides so well most of the time slips out before she can catch it.

"Climb on top of me."

I debate denying her this, but her fingers squeezing around the head of my erection are distracting.

"Vashedan." I mutter eventually and roll until I am straddling her hips.

Lyna scoots down under me, until her chest is beneath me, and spits into her hand. She rubs her saliva across the valley between her breasts and pulls my erection between them. She uses her palms to keep her breasts pushed up, and her fingers keep my erection deep.

"Now thrust." She commands.

I thrust and hiss appreciatively at the feeling of gliding along her smooth skin. I start a rhythm, and she opens her mouth when I get into it, letting the head of my erection enter her hot mouth as I thrust between her breaths. I groan again, and it isn't but a minute before I am spilling my seed all over her chest and face.

Lyna grins and licks her fingers.

"Do not do that. I will have to start again."

I roll off of her and gasp for breath. She uses her shirt to clean up before curling into my side and resting her head on my bicep. A leg is thrown over my waist, and she rests a hand on my chest. We lay this way for several minutes before I hear Zevran call, "My dear warden, what have you got planned for today?"

I realize that dawn has come.

"Take the day off. I'm not leaving my tent."

I chuckle quietly.

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Parshaara – Enough

Vashedan – shit

And if you're wondering why I use words like 'womanhood', it's because I want this to be like a dirty romance novel, not a porn erotica. I do have class. Well, every now and then.

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