Loving Her

Alistair was impatiently waiting for Anders and Zevran to leave. He not so discretely started herding them towards the door. Sareyna and Zevran were still talking as Zevran exited the room and Alistair closed the door. Quickly locking it he turned around to face a stunned Sareyna.

"You just…"

Alistair moaned in approval as her words were cut off by his lips. He pulled back for a second whispering "Sweet Maker, I thought they would never leave." Before claiming her lips again. Steadily backwards he walked her while he held her and kissed her deeply, tongue probing lightly into her mouth.

He felt her suddenly stop when the back of her legs hit the arm of the couch; he smiled and pushed her a little. She yelped in surprise as she started tumbling backwards and grabbed tighter around his neck and wrapped her legs around his own.

Unexpectedly taking her weight all at once he stumbled and fell over with her. He landed on her hard, forcing the air from her lungs. He quickly scrambled off of her, "That was not the brightest maneuver you've ever made."

Finally pulling air into her lungs she gave him a dirty look. "Yeah, well I wasn't expecting my husband to shove me."

Her body swung to face him as he grabbed her knee to turn her. Leaning forward he untied her dressing gown before pushing her chemise up. "By all means, let me make it up to you." He couldn't help but feel exhilarated when he parted her thighs and she sucked in a ragged breath. Before she could speak he was between her thighs, his tongue dancing up along her slit.

"Ali." She twined her fingers into his hair, momentarily marveling at how fast it was growing. His hands gripped her hips and titled them upwards.

Sareyna jerked as he moved his hands, his thumbs spread the lips of her sex and he flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit. Teasing his tongue around her opening, he had her panting and squirming on the couch. She moaned and tried to move her hips to get him to touch her clit again.

When he held her still she pulled his hair again, he moved back from her laughing quietly. "If you would quit inviting strange men to our bedroom you wouldn't have to wait so long."

She scooted back away from the edge of the couch and smirked at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about. First of all you invited Zevran to our bedroom, not me. Secondly, it's not my fault you have stage fright."

Alistair blushed, "You are a horrible woman."

"No, horrible would be if I had accused you of performance anxiety."

She giggled when he pulled her down off the couch, he was too easy to goad sometimes. He laid her down on her back and she reached for him, she shrieked when he unceremoniously grabbed her and flipped her over onto her stomach.

He grabbed her hips and dragged her up to her hands and knees holding her still with one hand while he guided his engorged cock to her sex and held it there for a moment. "Hasn't anyone ever told you it's a bad idea to poke a hungry bear?"

Before she even had a chance to reply he thrust forward, stretching and filling her in one motion. Sareyna gasped and groaned in surprise. Without pausing he started to pump in and out of her. She cried out with every inward thrust, the surprise and friction quickly pushing her towards orgasm. Alistair was relentless, taking his pleasure from her roughly.

As she approached the precipice of her orgasm Alistair stopped moving. Sareyna all but whined, he loved teasing her, keeping her on the edge of orgasm. She barely had time to be annoyed when Alistair wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her upright against him, leaning her head backward on his shoulder.

"Are you going to play nice?"

She was shuddering against him, she couldn't even control it. She felt his hand in her hair and the muscles of his chest against her back. His free hand was caressing her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. She suddenly felt very small against him, his strong body, holding her, controlling her.

A shiver ran across her skin where his lips skimmed her shoulder. "Well?"

Unable to respond with her heart beating so fast and her breath caught in her throat she relaxed , her body moving more fully against him and a quiet moan escaped her lips. It was enough of an answer; Alistair's hand lightly brushed the skin of her abdomen as he moved it down between her thighs.

He stroked into her slowly, his finger circling her clit. Her body moved in tandem with his, her mind wandered in a pleasure filled haze, her thoughts echoing, "Yours, yours, yours".

As if he had heard her thoughts he kissed her ear and whispered, "You're mine 'Reyna, all mine."

Something was different this morning, Sareyna had relaxed and opened to him without a fight. Touching her emotions while they had sex was rare. She was always ready for sex, but anything more was a struggle. Today she had surrendered and let him make love to her, with her.

Her hands were clasped onto his biceps as she moved with him; the two of them kneeling on the floor, undulating together. He was getting close, and worked hard to hold back, he wanted this to last as long as possible. His body lurched against her and warmth radiated out from his chest when she quietly spoke to him. "I love you Ali, I love you."

The quiet words spoken with such passion pushed him over the edge and he came inside of her. He kept moving, teasing her clit until she came, collapsing back against him. The two of them stayed that way for long moments before Sareyna started to pull away.

He let her go, but pulled her against him for a gentle kiss when she turned to look at him. Standing, he picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom. Placing her on the bed he laid next to her, just caressing her and kissing her lovingly.

His fingertips trailed down her cheek. "I'm sure there is something we should be doing today but I would much rather stay here with my wife today."

Her violet eyes searched his face, she looked so vulnerable, almost scared. Alistair felt his heart skipping beats in response. "What is it 'Reyna?"

She bit her lip, and Alistair's stomach flipped. She was being very odd.

"I'm sorry."

He decided to have a bit of fun with her, see if he could maybe get her to smile. "I know you are, now apologize."

The corner of her mouth twitched in a repressed grin. He would take it; he leaned down and brushed a kiss against her forehead.

"I shouldn't tease you about Zevran."

Alistair quirked a brow. "Really? I might be worried if you didn't." He smiled at her. "And the look you get on your face when…" he stopped when she gripped his arm tightly.

"I don't want you to share me."

He shook his head a little, "What? Why would you think…'Reyna that was just talk." A tear escaped and slid down her cheek, he brushed it away with his fingertip.

"And I don't want to share you." She whispered fiercely.

Alistair furrowed his brow, "Good, I don't feel like being shared." He watched her gradually relax her grip. It was hard to keep up with her sometimes; her mind seemed to race every which way. It happened less and less often but watching her swing from almost nonchalance about their relationship to abject fear that something was going to go wrong was still frustrating and confusing for him.

She sat up and moved against the headboard, pulling her knees up to her chest. Alistair sighed, that couldn't be good, she was already on the defensive and she hadn't even said anything yet. He sat up and turned to look at her, crossing his legs as if he was going to meditate and made himself comfortable.

She gave him a small smile. "I need to talk some things out. I'm feeling more and more confused about things."

He thought he knew what she was going to say but decided to be optimistic, "Oh, what kinds of things?"

"Zevran mostly. The whole King Maric fathering half the people I know is pretty fucked up, but what's going on with Zevran and I, it's so weird."

"To say the least."

She shifted on the bed and tried meeting his gaze but in the end was unable to hold it; she looked down at her toes instead, tapping them on the bed as she spoke. "I love him, you know?"

She shrugged and Alistair felt as if he had been sucker punched in the gut. He held still and bit his tongue, briefly closing his eyes as he reigned in his temper. "Let her finish first."

"I mean, I love him as more than a friend, but not like I love you. I…I don't want to be with him, like I am with you, I'm your wife and that is exactly who I want to be. But I can't really imagine him not being in our life.

And these dreams, they aren't like dreams for us. We're there, the things we tell you and Anders, it actually happens to us. We're always together in the dreams. It's like we become two of the people who actually went through it and experience it as they did.

It's almost like being reincarnated, we're together in past lives but in this life we've both moved on. I know they're just dreams but I can't help but feeling a new kind of connection with Zevran. We're closer somehow because of it."

Alistair nodded, "I know, he feels the same way. I've seen it when he wakes up before you. It's like he doesn't even realize I'm there."

"Oh," she was clearly surprised, "has he done something inappropriate?"

Alistair shook his head, "No, not anything inappropriate really. It's the way he takes charge to take care of you. How worried he looks, almost frantic." Now Alistair shrugged, "It's a little odd having another man take care of your wife, right in front of you."

"I can ask him not to."

"Don't, he's concerned about you and he understands what is happening better than any of us do. You might want to tell Zevran he needs to be careful with Anders though. He watches the two of you like I do; partially relieved you're both ok and partially annoyed that I'm not needed."

Sareyna furrowed her brow, "I didn't realize it was that serious between them."

"I don't think Zevran knows either."

"Are you terribly angry?"

Alistair chuckled darkly, "How can I be? You've both been honest with me about how you feel. Neither of you have done anything improper. I can't imagine our life without him either. And I can't possibly fault the man for wanting to take care of you. For now, I'll just try not think about it."

She let go of her knees and moved to kneel next to him. "It's not easy loving me is it?" She pressed a kiss to his forehead.

He snorted, "Apparently, it is."