A/N: Anon over at DAO kink meme wrote:
Slightly AU, the Blight doesn't happen or doesn't happen quite as soon as it does. Young, fresh, virginal Elissa Cousland is married off to Bann Teagan. Teagan introduces the brash and inexperienced Elissa to the wonders of sex on their wedding night and by the end of it she starts to realize marriage might not be so bad after all.
And this one - as always - just squeaked YAY!
This is going be sort of a continuation for "Helping Hand" (also a kink meme filling, if interested, check my profile), so sorry, Anon, this is not going to be completely the AU you requested. Hope it won't make you a sad panda.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only this fanfic is my own.
It seemed almost like an eternity since the night I kissed him, held him, touched him, for the very first time.
The whole situation was pretty unusual in its setting; I surprised him in library and it got... steamy very, very quickly. I still blushed furiously just by the thought of it. And I still marveled about the way he held me close to him afterwards, when he carried me to his room and when we layed in his bed. Ever since then, whenever we were visiting Redcliffe I spent most of my time by Teagan's side. His hand, always placed on the small of my back, showed off that every other male is too late to try anything and it made me feel very warm inside to think that one day, maybe, there will be more between us beside holding each other, talking, sleeping in the same bed and that. I haven't told about the library incident to anyone - but Leliana's and then even Zevran's knowing looks and smirks told me that they either knew or had a strong suspicion that something is going on between me and the young Bann.
And then, just before our group and the whole united armies of Ferelden - meaning humans, Dalish elves, mages and dwarves - were about to march on Denerim, my heart being somewhere under my feet, ready to crumble under the height of leading the armies and the fact I sort of forced Alistair to sleep with Morrigan, I was saying my farewells to Teagan and all of sudden he asked me the one question I wished to hear: "Elissa - will you marry me?" No idea what anyone expected of me - but all I felt for was an excited "yes!" and kiss him like there's no tomorrow. Well, at the time I actually thought there might be no tomorrow. But at least I could face the - possible - death with knowledge of his affection.
When I've seen him again, it was several days after the battle of Denerim. Damned Archdemon knocked me out for quite some time. I was told by Wynne that it was Zevran - yes, our lecherous elf, who loved to stare at females luringly - who carried me the whole way from Fort Drakon to inffirmary and that Teagan hasn't left my side until I woke up. We talked for a long time. The silly man thought I agreed to marry him only because I thought I was going to die. It took lots of kisses to make him believe I meant it when I said yes.
The day of our wedding couldn't come soon enough. Even my dream of my father or brother leading me down the aisle in the cathedral came true, since I finally found Fergus. Both of us cried a lot when we met after all those long months of separation. Once I told him about my upcoming wedding, he said resolutely that no one but him will give me to my husband-to-be and I couldn't agree more. Add to this, he closely cooperated with Leliana when it came to my wedding dress, make-up and hair. I felt like a doll, plaything used for small children to play dress up - but when I've seen my reflection in the mirror, I had to admit I looked great.
Standing next to Teagan, our hands joined and voices reciting our promise together I felt my dream coming true. "Entreat me not to leave you, or to return from following after you, for where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people, and your god will be my god. And where you die, I will die and there I will be buried. May the Maker do with me and more if anything but death parts you from me." "You make kiss the bride now, bann Teagan," said the Grand Cleric afterwards. And how he kissed me! My knees went weak under all that passion - and were we somewhere else, I think it wouldn't end in just kissing, as his gaze, full of dimmed passion, told me.
The feast which followed seemed endless to me. Everyone was having a good time but I was starting to be tired by all that celebrating. I wanted to be with Teagan. Alone. All it took was to yawn and Fergus announced that "the newly-weds will retire for the night." Maker, I never got and probably never will get used to remarks about 'donning the velvet hat', 'forging the moaning statue', 'lamp post licking' and 'bucking the forbidden horse'. I felt my cheeks warming and Teagan had noticed, offering me comfort by pressing my hand gently. Lifting me in bridal style - how very fitting now! - he carried me to our bedroom, making me reminiscence about that night.
And thinking about that night made me... uneasy. I've heard enough talks about 'that', as so many of the young and married noblewomen liked to put it. It was one of the most frequent discussion topics for the 'girl talk' during all that balls, banquets, five o'clock teas and feast. "It hurts like hell for the first time and it's just so humiliating," would most of them say. "If it wasn't necessary for producing an heir, I would never let my husband to touch me," added some of them. All together it made quite a grim outlook on the matter of wedding night and nights to follow. I knew Teagan would never hurt me, not intentionally, but part of me still feared it would be painful and unpleasant for me. Damn, what if I won't be able to please him with my body? What if I will disappoint him so much that he will leave me? Or worse - stay with me and look for entertainment somewhere else?
He must have find out something is not right. Standing me back on the ground in our room and locking the doors he turned to me. "Elissa," he said, "what is the matter?" And I don't know what possesed me but I spilt all my worries to him like a child who did some mischief and felt guilty about it. "You know I'm new to this, right?" I blurted, not really waiting for any reaction from him. "What if I won't be able to please you? And then - will it hurt? They say it's painful and unpleasant and all in all a very humiliating and..." I was babbling and I knew it. Yet it didn't prevent me from doing it.
Teagan stopped me by laying finger on my lips, leading me to sit on the bed. "Hush, Elissa. Let me talk to you about this, yes?" I nodded, biting my lower lip nervously. "You remember the night in library, yes?" he asked. I blushed and nodded. Oh, I remembered that night. More than well, actually. "Then you know you did quite well when it comes to pleasuring me, right?" I wanted to object but he didn't let me. "Yes, I know I stopped you. But, my saucy little temptress," holding my face in his palms he kissed me, "I wouldn't last for long and your deft little hand would be covered in the proof of your prowess."
Uh. I couldn't stop blushing. His intent gaze made me feel warm, warmer than ever before - and the topics we just discussed were as awkward as they were.. arousing. I already felt wet between my legs, wet for his touch. But he still wasn't finished: "And about the pain and other things - I guess other ladies told you so, yes?" I nodded hesitantly. "Then, I can say this - it may hurt when our bodies join for the first time, and there may be nothing I can do with that. But it will be over quickly and I promise you you will like it afterwards." Snorting, he added: "Those ladies have obviously very stupid and very inept husbands, if they can't enjoy something so natural, something so divine as love-making."
We gazed at each other for some time. And all of sudden, to my own big surprise, I pounced at him like a cat pouncing on a mouse, trapping him on place, straddling his hips, kissing him hard. "Show me, Teagan," I whispered heatedly against his lips. "Show me there's nothing to fear..." He didn't need more encouragement, his fingers flying over the laces of my dress, pushing it down my shoulders to free me of it. Our lips met again and again, while pieces of our clothing was flying all across the room, hands roaming, touching, caressing. In the end I found myself in the centre of the huge bed, wearing silken white panties and stockings, my breasts covered by my hands, preventing Teagan from seeing my now erected nipples. With what I hoped was a sexy smile I hid behind one of my hands and gestured him with other to come closer.
Crawling over the bed, he indeed came closer, like a predator nearing his prey. My breath quickened at the lust in his eyes, my heart beating rapidly as he raised his hand to touch my skin, setting me on fire. When he moved to remove my hand from my breasts, I wanted to remove the last bits of my clothing as well but he just wouldn't let me. Remove my panties, hell yes, but to remove my stockings? Don't you dare, darling. Under his gaze I felt really feminine, desirable and sexy. For a moment I was almost afraid that looking at each other will be the only thing we're going to do tonight, my fear disappearing after he kissed me, a hot flame of desire bursting between my legs. Placing kisses on my lips, my face, my neck, continuing to my breasts, lips finding one of my nipples, Teagan mercilessly took on defeating every possible defense I could build up tonight.
Not that I planned to do anything like that.
Right the opposite, to tell the truth. I wanted to be conquered and taken down - gently, of course, how I knew Teagan would take me. I felt a bit awkward when it came to my experiences - well, rather my inexperience - with other sex, yet I always felt comfortable around the man who was now touching every part of my body so carefully, as if I could shatter every moment. Just to think about it, I could shatter - but from completely different reasons than from being manhandled. Yet when he was touching me like that, all I could do was to think about his lips on my nipple and his fingers caressing the small bud of pleasure I touched so often myself to the thoughts of him. Experienced strokes played my body like a lutenist would play the strings of his instrument; the closer I was to the shattering, the higher his lips travelled, from my bosom to my shoulders, from my shoulders over my neck back to my lips.
Just when the pleasure he was giving me hit its peak, Teagan moved. Sharp sting, which made me gasp into Teagan's mouth, was unexpected. And then the curious feeling of being filled came, making me smile into the kiss of my husband. He was holding back, I could see that, letting me to decide when we continue in this love-play of searching for la petite mort, little death, as Orleasians called it. Breaking the kiss, I leaned to whisper into his ear, rolling my hips experimentally: "I think there's something divine for both of us to do, isn't it, my husband?" His only response was groan and thrust of his hips, bringing him even deeper into me.
The rest of the night came in a blur of colours and sensations. He was inside me, under me, above me, behind me, his hands touching, caressing, pressing. One moment I was riding him, his hands holding my hips and sneaking up to tease my nipples. Next I was under him, my legs weaved around him, keeping him close, while he leaned on his elbows to kiss me deeply. Both of us died in burst of colours many times that night, only to be restored by the touches of the other one, the silence in the room disrupted only by the sound of our pleasured moans, the air full of sweet smell of love-making.
When we were finally both spent, laying in each other's arms, I kissed his cheek softly. "I am a lucky woman to have have such an amazing husband, who knows how to make me feel so divine, yes?" He gave me a smile and a nod, closing his eyes and falling asleep quickly. With a smirk I thought about how much I managed to exhaust him. Before I followed him to the Fade, I just thought about how much I'm going to enjoy our days together - and nights. And the process of working on an heir, of course. Yes, of course.
A/N: And that is all, folks! Hope the reviewers from "Helping Hand", who requested Elissa's virginity being taken are content with this piece ;-)