A/N: My prompt fill for the BSN Alistair thread (prompt see below). Rated T for suggestive stuff, but nothing serious. OEaH will get an update soon, no worries. I'm just taking a short break of the misery train in there. Enjoy, heh.

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Prompt: Busy, busy, busy

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The light was blinding and piercing his sight.

Alistair stumbled forward and away from tent he'd occupied, one hand held protectively in front his face to block most of the harsh light of day. He hadn't notice that it was already that late, but if he was honest, he didn't care either.

The fire in the middle of their provisional camp cracked loudly, inviting him with its warmth. Without thinking, he followed its trail and blinked rashly to clean his eyes from sleep. Finally able to bear the brightness, Alistair started to scan the area for things... edible. He didn't particular care what, he simple wanted food. Something to calm his roaring taint-induced hunger within. Though like so often when they were on the road, the rations they had per day for each and every one in their group were small, not enough. For him, there never was.

The wood within the flames shifted, almost falling over, and sparks spiraled lazily into the air. Sighing, Alistair let himself down on the ground in front of the fire. He suddenly missed the walls of Eamon's castle and especially, well, its stuffed larder. It was only the hunger that lured him out of sleep and the tent in the first place. Though even if he managed to find something to eat, he wouldn't have much time until – "

"Ah, you look tired, my friend. Busy night?"

Right, the last thing he needed was the assassin and his very lame innuendos. Alistair found a smug grin in the elf's face and decided to mirror it with his own. "If you insist to know: Yes."

"And you say that so freely without blushing." Zevran clasped his hands together in joy. "Marvelous. It seems even you are capable to learn, no?" Unbidden as usual, the elf alighted himself next to him and faked a thoughtful pose. "Mhm... and while we are at learning have you considered –" The rest of Zevran's words were whispered in his ear, its meaning and the pictures it induced heated his cheeks.

Much to his dismay.

Grinning the elf backed away, apparently satisfied with the result. "No? You really haven't tried that? Ah, a pity. You should." Shrugging, he turned to rummage in the bag behind him and hence missed Alistair's glare.

Curse that assassin. Curse him, his experience and the apple he was...eating? ...Wait...what?

Alistair found himself staring at the fruit in utter disbelief, simultaneously with the rumbling of his stomach. "Where did you get that apple?"

Zevran chewed leisurely on the piece in his mouth and blinked up to him in an innocent fashion. "Why? Ah, it is really tasty, thank you."

Alistair felt his temper flaring, his patience with the elf at an end." Tell me!"

"From the bag behind me of course." Zevran shrugged. "I allowed myself to take some extra rations from Eamon's larder. The old man didn't look as if he would need it. Tucked in his luxurious bed as he is, while we are on this ridiculous quest to search for the Ashes to save him." Another shrug. "Ah well, want an apple too? I'm in the mood to share."

There was many words running through his head and none of them nice, but all Alistair found himself saying was a meekly, "Yes."

Curse you taint...

The grin in Zevran's face widened and subsequently turned into something smug, suggestive. "Well, then feel free to help yourself, my friend, but please consider your lovely Dalish lady too. You don't want leave her starving, no?"

No, Alistair wanted all but that. Excited by the unexpected prospect of food, he rummaged in the secret stash and smiled at the thought of quickly returning from where he came. Normally he wouldn't be thankful when one of their companions got hurt so badly they had to interrupt their travel for days, but in this case he somewhat was. Not to mention that Morrigan was like bad weed. Like an annoying plant, she never would go away and least of all wither, no matter how much one might wish for it.

Wrapped up in his task to pile food within his arms, Alistair didn't notice her approach until he felt the familiar pull of taint in his guts. The good one. Lenya's arms came around his neck before he could even turn around to welcome her. The press of her warm body against his back and the light circles her fingers drew on his chest made it hard to form a coherent sentence. Maker, he would never stop to marvel at the effects this woman had on him.

Alistair cleared his throat. "Sorry, love. I didn't want to wake you. I...tried to be quiet."

"Curious." Her chuckle tickled on his ear, the breath hot as she whispered the following words, amused, "Are we being quiet now? That's news."

His mouth snapped open to answer, but promptly closed in all silence, as her daring words followed a not less bold action. Feeling her teeth and lips nibbling at his earlobe incited in him another sort of hunger, one that couldn't be sated with food. "When I woke up, I went and I checked on Morrigan," Lenya continued, her lips still so deliciously close to his ear. "She is recovering nicely, but we won't break up camp for at least a day."

"Well... -"

The thought of replying in any form scattered into nothingness, as her hands on his chest trailed slowly lower, her voice a suggestive hum. "So since there is so much time left now, why don't we pick up where we stopped last time, hmm?" With a final smile, Lenya withdrew from his reach, wrapped the blanket around herself again and vanished into the direction of their shared tent again.

"You are quite taken with each other." There was a snort that sounded distinctively like Wynne, but he could bring himself to turn his head to the source of it.

In a speed that even surprised himself, Alistair jumped up from his place and whirled round to follow the beckoning of this wonderful woman. How could he not?

But on half of the way he stopped and returned to the fireplace to reclaim the prior forgotten food. It would be a long day, after all.

"Alistair, we really sh– "

"Sorry Wynne, can't talk now. I'm busy."