Chapter 12 : Toads are Bad

Cousland rolled onto her back, pulling him atop her by the front of his shirt. There was an awkward yelp as he stumbled a bit and then fell into her arms. Long legs donned with heavy crinkled wool socks lifted to hook around his waist and lurch his hips forward. His blue eyes widened and his cheeks flushed pink. Despite his certainty, she loved how he was still easily flustered.

She rolled them, and she was sitting atop him, mounted. She grinned devilishly and worked a few buttons loose of his shirt.

"Ah... h-have you done this before?" He asked shyly.

"No... but I know how it all works." She replied and playfulness glinted in her eyes. She lifted his hand and encircled his thumb with her red lips, teasing his fingernail with her tongue.

His breath hitched, and she felt his response quite suddenly beneath her thigh.

"So receptive, Alistair..." She purred and lowered his hand.

"Wh... what did you expect of a chantry boy?" He said with a soft pout and whine to his voice.

Smiling softly, her fingers lightly touched his chin, sliding to cup his cheek lovingly. "I love you, Alistair."

"I love you, even if you do make me feel like an itty bitty worm on a big flaming hook."

"Your ears are flaming red right about now..."

"Are they?" He gasped as she shifted her weight atop him. "Maker's Mercy..." He leaned up, gripping the back of her head and crushing his mouth to hers. She felt a soft growl sound from him as they kissed, and she used her strength to keep her leverage above him. Their bodies moved... and her hips rolled. His arms encircled her as she arched against him.

Soon enough the two laid side by side. Cousland's hair tousled and twisted in the blankets, and Alistair still catching his breath with sweat on his brow.

"You rut like a bleeding desire demon," He said, brows raised. "Not that I'd know what that's like, Maker forbid..."

She laughed and rolled into the nook under his arm, nuzzling his chest. "Well, we don't have anything to worry about. It's nearly impossible to conceive as grey wardens. It's like... a rather simple and well, kind of painless birth control."

"Ah... of course, but..."

"You're thinking about that toad, Morrigan, aren't you?"

"Yes, toad indeed. She technically has my heir, you know that... don't you?"

Cousland's dislike of the hedge-witch was apparent in her gnarled brows. "If she ever comes back I'll skin her like the wolf she is."

Alistair lovingly kisses her hair and pulls her tight against him. "I know you would, dear. And that lovely thought reminds me! Have I told you I love you today?"

"Yes, you have."

"Ah, well, I better not repeat myself, lest we both tire of my voice," He joked.

"It couldn't hurt..."

Alistair paused a moment, as if pondering something. Cousland remained silent, eyes locked to his cute expression. "You know what? In all this time, I've come to two solid conclusions in life; I love you, and toads are bad."