Ashe

She stared after Alistair, and winced when the door slammed shut between them, but the loud sound snapped her out of her shock. Ashe squared her shoulders and an angry frown appeared on her face. She all but launched herself at the door, tore it open and caught up with Alistair with quick, firm steps before he had even reached the end of the corridor.

He had started to turn around when he heard her behind him, surprise on his face, when Ashe grabbed his arm and spun him all the way around to face her.

"Just who the fuck do you think you are?" she hissed at him. His eyes were wide and his mouth open as if to answer her but she cut him off immediately. "Or rather who do you think I am? To make you think you can do this to me, that you can just say all those things you just said, that you can kiss me like that -" she stepped closer to him so that they were only a breath apart, rage and a thousand other emotions screaming inside her head -"and then think that you can just walk away from me, from me, Alistair!" She shoved him in the chest, hard, and he stumbled a bit but quickly found his footing before grabbing her raised arm that was ready to hit or shove him again.

"I'm sorry, Ashe, I shouldn't have been so dramatic-"

She tore herself loose from him and put her finger up to his face in warning. "Don't you dare apologize to me, just be a fucking man and show me that what you say is true."

"That's what I'm trying to do!" Alistair yelled, the anger on his face mirroring her own. "That's why I can't stay here, I have to go to Denerim and speak with Eamon again, to show you that all I have told you tonight is true, that I fully intend to give up the throne -"

"Oh, fuck off," she snarled. She stared him down, inviting him to dare to challenge her, but he said nothing. But after a few moments, she did. "All you do is leave," she said quietly.

A flicker of hurt flashed across Alistair's face. "That's not fair, Ashe. I have never willingly left you. Not once. Not when Cullen did, not when Greyer did – over and over. You are the one who left me."

She opened her mouth to protest but he beat her to it. "I know it's not your fault. You think you saw something that you now know wasn't true. But don't accuse me of leaving you when all I want is to be with you." He grabbed her hand and he pulled her to him. She stubbornly refused to look at him. "Maker, you don't even know how much I want you, do you?" he murmured and his eyes roamed over every part of her face, as if trying to commit every last detail to his memory. She tried to resist looking at him, but failed miserably when she felt him tug her harder against him. "Of course you don't know, I can barely even comprehend it myself." He nuzzled his face into her neck, and she shivered all over when his lips grazed her delicate skin while his hands gripped her waist firmly. "What is it that you do to me?" His mouth had moved to her ear as the words spilled over his lips, and she was helpless to stop a moan from leaving her when she felt his tongue flick out to lick her.

When he pressed himself even harder against her, she could feel exactly what she did to him, and it drove her mad with want. She hadn't felt him in so long, not like this, and it made her too weak to even think about trying to resist.

"Alistair..." She said his name in a half whisper, and she watched through drowsy lids how his whole face changed when he heard her say his name like that. She knew that look, and she craved what he would do to her.

A growl tore itself up from Alistair's throat and he kissed her then, ferociously. His warm, wet lips assaulted hers, and when his tongue slipped into her mouth she moaned loudly, only spurring him on more. They were still in the corridor but neither of them could care less. Alistair backed her up against one of the windows, never once breaking away from her mouth, and he lifted her up a little, perching her on top of the tiny alcove underneath the window. She watched him while he moved her, the torch light dancing across his face, and when he had her in place, his eyes turned to hers again. The darkness she saw in them made her yank him to her, and he groaned as she spread her legs for him and pushed his hardness against her. He quickly slipped a hand inside the lining of her trousers and she heard him curse as he felt how wet she was for him. He started to tear her clothes off, and she let him. She was confident that at least two of Alistair's guards were on the other side of the door leading out from that corridor, and they no doubt heard what was going on and wouldn't let anyone disturb them.

In a matter of seconds, she was naked before him and his eyes roamed over her body, drinking her in. She could almost see him straining against the fabric covering him, and it made her so, so impatient. She tore his shirt over his head frantically while he got rid of the rest, and her breathing came ragged and quick as she watched a drop of sweat glide down over his chest, his muscles flexing underneath her fingertips as she let her hand slip down over them, all the way down to his hard cock. He moved to grab her but she stopped him by holding up a finger in front of him, smiling like a demon while she plunged her hand down between her legs and touched herself, letting him stare wide eyed as she coated herself in her own wetness, before she wrapped her warm, wet hand around his cock.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed while she started moving up and down, his hands touching her all over while she worked on him. He started kissing her again – hard – and the feel of his tongue against hers, playing, demanding, made her body scream for him to come closer, to - "Fill me up, please Ali, I need you inside me right, fucking now," she breathed, and he wasted no time in obliging her. He nudged her legs apart and with a loud moan he entered her. Ashe threw her head back, the pleasure was so intense. She gasped when he withdrew himself almost all the way out of her before thrusting into her again, and again, and again – harder and harder each time.

"You feel so fucking incredible," he whispered against her neck, never once slowing down. "How is it even possible to feel so good..."

She was too dazed by the pleasure to give him any response in words. Instead she dug her nails into his skin harder, which only made him groan louder and intensify his efforts. He was fucking her so hard that she feared the window behind them might break from the shaking alone, but she couldn't care less. She would rather break every window in Skyhold than stop.

He nipped at her skin, squeezed her hips, licking and kissing his way across her neck and jaw before claiming her mouth again, kissing her and moving inside of her like a crazed animal. She loved every second of it, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer. He stretched her out and filled her up so perfectly, every thrust making her see stars, but nothing compared to hearing his moans in her ears. It made every hair on her stand up, and when he lowered his hand down between her legs and started rubbing her while still fucking her, she thought she was going to lose it. She was being so loud now, but she couldn't stop herself. It only spurred Alistair on.

"That's good, love, scream for me, come on..." he murmured, smiling, his forehead pressed against hers, their sweat mingling deliciously while he kept touching her just right….

"Maker, Alistair – gods, don't stop, don't stop… I'm so close," she moaned and he redoubled his efforts.

She cried out as she came around him, and Alistair bit her neck to muffle his own sounds as the feel of her orgasm hit him, clenching around his rock hard cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, holy Andraste," he groaned, followed by another string of curses and prayers as he came hard inside of her.

He stood there panting for a few moments, his forehead leaning against her shoulder and still inside of her, before he tilted his head back to look at her. A huge smile broke out on his face when their eyes met.

"What?" she said and hit him playfully in the shoulder, unable to keep herself from smiling back at him.

"Oh, nothing. All of my dreams, all that I have ever hoped for, just came true. No big deal or anything."

She snorted at him, but she was full of laughter. "You're so goofy," she said, and almost fell down laughing when he actually stuck her tongue out at her, like a five year-old.

"You love me for it," he said. Ashe didn't miss the split second that a look of uncertainty flickered across his otherwise very happy face. It made her heart hurt.

"I do, Alistair. I love you."

He said nothing, but just kissed her instead. It wasn't long before the kiss deepened and Ashe smiled and suggested that it might be time to take themselves to her chambers where a proper bed would be found.

"Best idea I've heard all year," Alistair said and smiled. "I'm not done with you yet."

Alistair

He woke up feeling disoriented, blinking a few times; getting his bearings. A coldness gripped him as he momentarily thought that last night had just been a dream, but his heart stopped racing when he saw that he was in Ashe's bed. He sighed in relief and noted that it was morning already, the sun shining through the large windows. He turned over to face the other side of the bed, but found it empty. There was only a note there with some quickly scrawled words on it.

Ali, by the time you wake up, I'll be gone. I'm going to Denerim. Follow me, but know that you won't catch up with me. You travel with your guards and you will be slower than me, so don't even try. I will see you at the palace instead.

Love, Ashe

Alistair scowled as he read her words. What was she up to now? He sat in the bed for only a few seconds before throwing himself off it and into his clothes.