Kiss the Rain
It was still light out when they had finished setting up their tent and getting out of their armor. "'Reyna, I saw some raspberries not too far from here, you want to go pick some?" Alistair asked.
Sareyna looked around the camp; everyone was sniping at each other. It had been a tough few days and everyone was miserable. "Yeah, let's get out of here for a while." He reached out his hand and she slipped hers into his.
They had been picking berries for almost an hour when the first fat drops of rain fell. They headed back towards the camp but before they had gone twenty paces it was pouring. Alistair had started to run but Sareyna just laughed and kept walking. He stopped and looked back at her. "Come on 'Reyna, hurry up!"
"Why, it's not like we can get any wetter." She giggled. The closer she got to Alistair the wider his grin spread. "And what are you grinning at?"
"I can see right through your tunic." He waggled his eyebrows at her, reaching out his hand to move her hair off her face. Sareyna turned her head and kissed his palm. Alistair leaned in and kissed her gently, the rain sluicing over them in sheets.
He broke the kiss and placed the raspberries they had collected on the ground. Sareyna looked at him inquiringly. He smiled back at her and pulled her tight against him. Sareyna slid her hands over his back and started pulling on the hem of his tunic. He stepped back and obliged her, helping her pull the clinging garment from his skin.
Sareyna shuddered, running her hands over his body; the rain sensitizing her fingertips. Alistair almost purred as she slid her fingers over the planes and ridges of his abdomen. Alistair rocked back, moaning softly, when she scraped her nails across the expanse of his chest.
He reached out for her again, and she side stepped him easily. He smirked at her, slightly wondering what she was planning on. He didn't protest as she squatted down and worked his boots and socks off, or when she started to peel his breeches from his hips.
She smiled taking in his naked form in front of her, rain sliding down his body. She shivered again, he looked delicious. She was enjoying taking in the sight of him inch by wet inch. Alistair shifted on his feet periodically, clearly a little uncomfortable under her scrutiny, although it did not seem to deter his arousal.
The water flowed over his chest and skated over his abdomen, it slid, caressingly along the length of his legs. She walked slowly around him, fingers twitching with a need to touch him as she watched the water flowing over the hollow indent at his hips. She bit her bottom lip watching it slide down his broad shoulders and down the muscular ridges of his back. She traced a line with her fingertip, following the water's path as is flowed over his buttocks and down the back of his thighs.
She smiled inwardly seeing him blush. It had been a long while since she had seen him turn so charmingly pink. She hadn't meant to unnerve him; she was just stricken by his beauty. His body often reminded her of stories she had read growing up in Highever; stories of gallant knights and mythic gods.
Standing back in front of him she trailed her fingers down the slick length of his erection. He shuddered so hard that for a moment she was worried his knees might buckle. She stepped away, surprised by how vulnerable he looked, like she was just going to leave him like that.
She slowly peeled her own tunic off, careful not to rip the sodden fabric. She released her breast band and was rewarded with an admiring leer from Alistair. He stood still watching her as she removed her own boots and breeches. She slowly turned for him, figuring it was only fair. Thrills of delight ran down her spine, feeling his eyes rake over her skin.
Once she was facing him again she walked back to him and pushed him down, following him to the ground. She was surprised that he didn't resist as he laid on his back in the sodden grass. Sareyna straddled his hips and felt Alistair roll them under her almost immediately.
She leaned forward to brush her lips softly against his, her wet hair coming over her shoulders and shrouding both of them. She slid her tongue gently across his lips and he eagerly parted them for her. She slid her tongue along his and then sucked on it gently. Alistair moaned and shifted under her. He tasted faintly of raspberries as he slid his tongue back into her mouth, caressing her tongue with his. He had been sneaking berries while they were picking them, no doubt.
As Alistair became lost in the kiss and the feel of Sareyna's cold, hard nipples sliding along his rain slicked skin, Sareyna began to move. She rose up off his hips sliding one of her hands down between her legs. She guided Alistair into her and slid slowly down his length, feeling herself stretch to accommodate him until her hips were again flush with his.
She sat straight up and felt Alistair twitch under her. This was a new position for him, but clearly he liked it. She leaned back, resting her hands on his thighs. Alistair moaned aloud as she started to move. She liked the angle; it provided constant friction on the spot inside of her that sent flashes of lighting through her body.
Alistair was watching her intently. Her breasts were bouncing lightly with every stroke as she rode up and down his length. Her hair was hanging down behind her in wet strands tickling the tops of his thighs. Her face was flushed and radiant, rain sliding in rivulets over her face, down into the hollow of her neck and over her bountiful breasts, her thighs were flexing on either side of his hips; and she was all his.
He thought how natural she looked, here, naked in the rain; astride him and reveling in it. He wondered briefly how he had ever been afraid to touch her, to kiss her, to love her. If he had known that she would look like this, that it would feel this good, he would have kissed her that first day at Ostagar, when he had first wondered what it would feel like.
There was a rivulet of water sliding off one of her nipples and he pushed himself up, bracing himself with his hands planted behind him. He kissed her nipple, licking it and feeling her shiver before sucking it into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue. She arched against him and rolled her hips, his own jerked up under her in response.
She was riding him slowly, enjoying the feel of him underneath her. When he switched to her other nipple she could not stop herself from grabbing his hair and pulling him tight against her chest as she picked up speed. She kept feeling him fill her again and again. Gripping him tightly inside her as the pleasure built was her only thought.
Alistair laid back down as she picked up speed, feeling a little lightheaded. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up and pushed her back down onto him faster, gasping under her. Alistair had lost all concept of the rhythm she had been building and began building his own. She rocked back and forth as he slid her up and then pulled her back down, jerking his hips upward to meet her.
When he felt her tense as her orgasm overcame her, he didn't slow down. He felt her slick inner walls grip onto him tightly, and then they were spasming, pulling him deeper inside her. He kept moving, realizing his thrusts were getting rougher, yet unable to stop it. She screamed his name with her release, her head rolling back on her shoulders.
As he neared the edge himself he thought again of how natural this felt. How natural she looked, rain still sliding over both of them in heavy sheets, like this was where she belonged. He felt her tense again and couldn't keep a smile from his face as he felt her come a second time. She scraped her nails roughly over the sensitive flesh of his chest and he tumbled after her.
Sareyna collapsed onto his chest panting; she laid there for a few moments before pushing herself up and looking at him. She twisted her hair a little and flung it over her shoulder to keep it out of her face. She giggled seeing his huge grin. He was clearly proud of that performance.
She slid off him and stood up, helping him to his feet. They were both glad it was still raining as it helped to rinse them off. They had both gotten a little muddy playing in the rain. It proved difficult to get dressed with their cloths so wet. Alistair gave up trying to pull his tunic on over his drenched skin and settled for carrying it.
He helped Sareyna put her clothes back on before they picked up the berries and headed to their tent. Once they were inside the tent they stripped again getting out of the wet clothes and then decided to just snuggle under the blankets instead of trying to get dressed again.
They curled up trying to get warm under the blankets, eating raspberries and chatting for a while, waiting for the storm to pass. Sareyna fell asleep, curled against Alistair with her head on his chest while Alistair contentedly munched on the rest of the raspberries.