Bioware owns Dragon Age and all the characters, I own Jaya, though...

The King's Rose
Chapter 7: Young Love

"Oh? And what would he think those 'other' things were?" Alistair questioned, giving off an innocent vibe but had a Zevran grin on his face.

"Oh, I don't know.. Perhaps exertions with royalty is prohibited or something like that... That or he'd wonder all those things Wynne hasn't started on yet." Jaya replied, purposely pausing before 'exertions' and toying with the collar of his shirt.

"Bah. Where's the fun in being proper? I happen to like the activities I have taken up." He added, placing his hands on the small of her back, tracing small circles.

"My thoughts exactly." Jaya agreed and before she could say something else, he already brought a hand up and pulled her down into a heated kiss that nearly reminded her of the one they shared moments after she had re-awoken from the fight with the archdemon, though with less worry and more love. She melted into it after a moment of wondering how she lived without Alistair and his love before. A vague memory of what Darrien taught her paled now to what Alistair and her had learned on their own. Even the trashy novels she had read really didn't give her the tingles she felt every time her beloved was near.

She enjoyed how well they complimented each other, in bed and out. He was silent where she spoke her mind, yet when he spoke, he was wise in his own ways. Where she double-guessed herself, he was always reaffirming that she was either right or wrong. He was a little weak around her, just as she was he. Yet, together, they were stronger than they ever thought possible. Where she was at first wary, he was stubborn in showing he loved her. Only as she fell for him did she learn to trust him with not only her body, but her heart. They have both lost someone dear to them, her her entire family save her and Fergus, he lost Duncan, who was a father-figure to him and, to an extent, Cailan, his step-brother. They both overcame sadness to find each other and now that she was happy, she was stubborn about letting go. Sure, in twenty nine or so years, they'd both have to go to their Calling, but they'd face it the way they started: together.

Only when he moved his hands to move her legs so she straddled him did all thoughts cease when she felt him start to grow hard under her as their lip-lock deepened to a point where they were almost tearing their clothes off before he raised himself up enough to allow them to try to remove them. Once the clothes had been flung who-knows-where, Jaya met her love's eyes, both reflecting the pent-up emotions they needed to release in a way as old as man. The only thing she had on was the wrapping Wynne had done to cover the wound so it could be healed again. Before he could question, she rolled so that there wasn't stress on the wound, keeping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up to recapture his mouth hungrily. 'Dear Maker... Doesn't this ever stop? Sod it all.' She thought as his lips traveled to her neck before kissing between her breasts.

Alistair knew from the first night that he would never be able to get enough of her and he was right, but in a good way. She believed in him when others might have snubbed him out, she encouraged him to be who he was now: a king with adoring people as friends and a very loving betrothed that would soon be his lovely queen. His Jaya became his air in a very short time and he could care less about if he appeared enraptured by her in court, he loved her. He enjoyed how she nearly whimpered like Caican often does to get food from their cooks, though she sounded a lot better and it always made him want to drive her crazy like she had begun to do from the first week he was with her. He especially loved her groan when his finger drifted into the warmth that always warmed his soul to realize that she was letting him show his love in this way that, at first, embarrassed not only him, but her the first few times. Only after that did they find out she really enjoyed him touching her there.

Sensation flooded Jaya as she arched up once, forgetting about the wound to her abdomen until he chuckled against her heated flesh, which had her slowly opening her eyelids to meet his glowing hazel ones from her leg as she wondered when he had even moved. An eyebrow went up in question, since she knew her voice would only moan right now.

"Silly love.. You don't want to open up that wound, now do you?" He teased even as he nibbled down the leg he currently held.

"I-I-I'll open that hea-head o-o-of yours!" She threatened between moans and pants, the sounds weakening her threats. Maker help her, she was torn between wanting to bang his head on the nearest wall for teasing her so and wanting to have him continue to tease her. She went with the second option and squirmed until she heard him chuckle again, which sent vibrations through her with his mouth so close to where she desired only him. The instant she felt that sly tongue brush her center, she surrendered to the pleasure, wondering if she was even making sense anymore. Her hands darted into his hair, something she often did. It felt like forever before she started begging for him to show some sort of mercy.

Alistair smirked to himself at how he was able to get the fearless Hero of Ferelden to beg for mercy, which he felt like giving despite her teasing him. Slipping a finger inside, he applied pressure with his tongue and that was all that was needed as she shuddered and he tasted the essence she had given to him on rare occasions. His other hand made sure that she didn't arch and re-aggravate the wound. Only once he was above her did he realize she still had her hands in his hair and before he could mention it, she dragged him to her mouth in a heated kiss as she wrapped her legs around his hips, getting both to groan at the sensations.

Parting to not only break but try and talk, Jaya had to smile. "You were right... You are a.. bad, bad man.." She giggled softly, finally allowing her eyes to re-open and stare into his. "And you said swooping was bad."

"So I did, but this is a good one. Swooping by one's betrothed is a perfect example of one I love." He murmured as he gripped her hips and thrust hard into the welcoming warmth that she gave him. "Maker, I love you." He told her with his thrusts accentuating the words, her whimper for more driving him crazy as well as making him pound into her harder, using one hand to hold her back so he could easily angle her so her wound didn't open while the other cupped her breast, thumbing the nipple before tugging it.

Jaya clung to her love as he currently held her immobile against him, having her breasts brushing against his chest, which sent her body into a frenzy as she wrapped her legs around him to not only hold onto him, but almost prevent him from leaving like he had the past few times they made love. They would deal with things one thing at a time, just like they did during the Blight.

He kept driving into her while his mouth was preoccupied by not only her neck but those very delectable lips that often swayed many people into their cause and he could listen to her talk for hours and never get bored. With each thrust, he went faster and deeper into her as they both seemed to cling to the other, their mouths tangling whenever they could while they mumbled that they loved the other up until the thrusts got even harder and her whimpers were starting to be barely contained by his mouth as they came, her shuddering and him pouring himself into her before collapsing beside her, keeping her close.

Dawn was rising and the sunlight filtered in on the couple on the bed, one holding the other as if she were delicate and the other seeking warmth. Jaya's eyelids twitched at the invading light before she slowly opened her eyes as she remembered what had occurred the other day. She had been injured by a genlock, Wynne had healed her enough to a point where it didn't hurt when she and Alistair made love. Speaking, she glanced to see him sleeping peacefully, something that she rarely saw whenever they lay together.

There were some lines on his face, but it made him much more mature than the old Alistair she first met. His golden locks reminded her of her brother Fergus's hair, though without the braid and the front was still styled to spike up in the front. Various scars dotted not only his, but her own body, but they both knew it showed they overcame difficulties. Most were from battles, though and she knew where each one came from.

Wooo... Heat right away in this 'section'... Help my brain!
~~Skittles~~