Author'sNote: This chapter is NSFW, you have been warned. Love to SnowHelm - you are the best!
Sunshine knew to take good advice when it was given, and it was most definitely given. The only way Grace could have gotten any clearer was if she made an engraved notice, hired singing telegrams and spelled it out in the stars. Sunshine was slightly nervous, but was aware that Duncan was even more so. She had to be very careful not to convey her nerves lest it cause him to have fifth thoughts about being with her. (She was pretty well aware that he already had second, third and fourth thoughts.) She went over to where he was sitting and settled down next to him, smiling at him. He looked at her and smiled back. They had both noted that Aedan and Leliana had slipped off for their bath and Grace with her boys, Duncan wasn't going to think about that, had begun playing a game of cards with Oghren, and Danforth and Gavarth had slipped off to bed, having been given the worst guard shift that night - the mid-shift. She took his right hand in hers and studied it, noticing the little scars, calluses and bumps on them, her finger tracing paths on them. They were both shyly startled at how such a little motion could speak so much. Duncan looked at her bowed head, enjoying the firelight playing across her face and hair. She felt his eyes on her and she looked up and leaned into him, he moved in, as well, and they shared their first kiss. It was sweet and tender. It was everything a first kiss should be.
They stood up together and slipped off to her tent. It wasn't until they entered and Sunshine had lit a lamp that Duncan found his fifth thoughts: What if he was so out of practice he disappointed her? Could he ever match up to the love of her life? What if he surpassed him and that upset her? What if? What if? What if? Sunshine's thoughts were: Mine! She smiled at him, vanquishing her nerves, saying to him, "Duncan, make yourself at home, I'm going to slip into something more comfortable." She sauntered off, with her incorrigible swagger and slipped behind the screen. Okay, Duncan thought, she was having no doubts about wanting him, he needed to focus on just the two of them. He took a moment to be glad that he didn't know her husband's name, because it would kill him if she, by mistake, said his name and not Duncan's.
Sunshine carefully began putting on the nightgown that she had gotten on impulse because it made her feel sexy, red silk and lace, a little obvious but she didn't mind. She then put on a black, silk velvet robe that hit the floor in length and bound it closed with a wide red silk belt. She looked in her mirror and noticed that her hair looked too severe still up as it was, and began brushing it out, she thought, with some amusement that she looked like a dark clad, unadorned, white Geisha. It had taken her a few minutes to perfect her look and hoped that Duncan hadn't taken his fifth thoughts and fled. She was happy to see him still there, sitting on her bed, his boots taken off and the laces on his tunic loosened. She began walking slowly towards him, he heard the rustle of cloth and looked up. She preened to herself at the look of awe and longing that appeared on his face, her feminine side was flush with self-satisfied pleasure at his look.
Duncan was awestruck, never before had a woman came to him wearing such finery. Never before had he felt that a woman had taken such pains to look and smell so good for him. Never before had he met a woman like Sunshine. His look became more heated and he noticed, with self-satisfied masculine pleasure, that she had a sharp intake of breath at that and flew to him. He grabbed her about the waist and said her name over and over against her stomach. She held him just as fiercely, wrapping her fingers in his hair, trying to have as much contact with him as possible. After a time he looked up at her and saw unashamed desire in her face, she licked her lips, causing him to flush at the sight of her tongue and how suggestive it looked to him. "Duncan," she said, quietly, "I want us to make love to each other." He shuddered at her words; words he had privately wanted to always hear, but never had until now.
"Yes," he said, his voice dragging the word. "Sunshine, kiss me with your mouth open." She complied, this kiss leaving them breathless as they learned of each other. It was passionate, it was exploratory, it was divine - it was everything a second kiss should be. His hands were roaming over the velvet of her robe, feeling her curves and bends underneath the fabric. She moaned into his mouth, so fully caught up in his embrace that her mind never wandered from the sensation. Something she always wanted, but never had until now. She moved his hands to her belt and guided them to the pleating that would unravel the belt and open her robe. He pulled her robe down around her arms, trapping them, and began to slowly ease his kisses from her mouth to her neck. His eyes took in the red gown and he reached out, touching her through the silk.
"Silk," he said, "silk...no one has ever worn silk for me." His eyes caught her widened ones and he tore off her robe, and in the space of a heated moment, pulled her to the bed. "Don't move," he said while moving her arms above her head. His hands traveling down her body, roaming over the silk, and he looked at her flushed body, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Time. He was going to take his fucking time with her. He was going to remember every moment of this night, she was going to remember every moment hegave her. The gown didn't cover her arms and a slit revealed one of her legs. He traced his hand over the tattoos on her arm, he could see her body tremble with a need to move out and touch him, he met her eyes and warned her to stay still. He moved his left hand down to her exposed leg and began to slowly touch her leg. It was so soft, the smooth, hairless texture enthralling him. "You did this for me?" She nodded. He took one final look of the woman laid out before him. This woman who was his. He pressed down on her body, his mouth exploring her body, his teeth grabbing her nipples through the lace that covered them. They fit perfectly and each tug and scrap of his teeth had her moaning hisname. "Yes," he growled, "more." His hands were pushing up the fabric of her gown, as he held her with his mouth. He heard her pleas; pleas for his touch, pleas to touch him, pleas to please her. He looked at the skin of her thighs, the red scrap of silk covering her from him. He buried his head there, taking in the scent of her, noting the wetness he had evoked. He opened his mouth and tasted her causing her to rise up and moan his name loudly, damn if there wasn't anything hotter.
"Duncan, please, I need to touch you - now," she said, "please." He briefly ignored her and continued to taste her until her movement became too frantic and he could sense that she was about to orgasm. He abruptly left her body, causing a whimper of protest from her. She had been good, her arms were still up. Pulling her to her knees he removed her gown from her body staring at her nakedness, not yet complete with her panties still on. He moved her hands to his tunic and had her trembling hands remove it. He nodded for her to touch him, giving her time to explore him. Her mouth found his again as sheexplored him with her hands. Fingers finding his scars, pinching his nipples, and causing him to buck and moan from her touch. Her mouth left his and traveled from his neck to his chest, nipping, biting, marking, loving. She undid the laces of his trousers and exposed his cock. Smiling up at him and winking she had her mouth be the first contact she had with his cock.
Sunshine had tasted men before and knew that the taste of a man was unique to the man. Generally she suffered the bitter, salty taste, because she loved giving this pleasure. With Duncan, his taste pleased her. It didn't burn, it didn't make her gag, it made her want to never stop tasting him. Her hands quickly joined her mouth and she explored his ball sac and pressed against his prostate. He moaned and grabbed her head and pressed her mouth deeper on his cock. He'd only had anything like this once before, and the woman didn't enjoy it, and didn't do much. Sunshine was moaning, taking him in, stroking and feeling with her fingers. Duncan couldn't think, it was so fucking good. It had been so long, that in spite of any Grey Warden stamina, he was caught up by surprise as he felt his body tighten and then release himself into her mouth. He didn't know what to expect her to do, and so was surprised when she swallowed his seed, moaning, in her pleasure.
He pulled her to him removing his trousers completely and then pulled off her panties. "Not enough, my turn," he said roughly pressing her down. He kissed her fully tasting him on her lips, in her mouth, he groaned at how hot it was. Knowing how much she loved his taste, how eager she was for him. He nudged her legs apart and felt her slit with his fingers. She arched up, kissing him deeper while he teased her clit. He was mad with desire, and felt himself hardening again for her, because of her. He broke their kiss, leaned back and looked at her fully naked, his hand still teasing her, watching her writhe beneath his caress. "Look at me." Compelling her to meet his eyes, "say my name."
"Duncan."
"Say the words."
"Duncan, please use your mouth." Her tone slightly begging, not good enough for him. He shook his head.
Growling, she grabbed him and tried pulling him closer to her. He had superior strength and the two began to wrestle. He pinned her arms above her head with one hand and went back to his teasing perusal of her clit. "Want it," was all he said.
"Duncan, I need you, please I need you so fucking badly. I want your mouth on me, I want your cock in me, I need you to fuck me so hard I scream." He grinned and began to slowly make his way to her pussy. "Duncan, God, I need this so fucking badly. Please, I don't know how much, you, please, just you, only you, God this is so fucking good." That did it. He tasted her, thrust his fingers in her, feeling her tighten around him, bringing her close, so close. "Please, Duncan, please let me cum!"
"Cum for me, Sunshine, cum hard." He then thrust deeper, hitting her spot and sucking on her clit. She erupted and warm liquid gushed from her, surprising him. He had never experienced a woman cumming like that before. He was proud. He moved up her body, putting his fingers in her mouth, having her taste herself from his hand. Pressing his mouth to her making her taste herself again on their kiss. She was languid from her orgasm and he needed her to be frantic again. He thrust himself into her, and gave her no time to collect herself and acclimate to his size, and began fucking her hard. He reached down and lifted up her left leg, deepening his angle Her movements became more frantic and she began moving with him, grabbing at him, screaming his name.
"Duncan...fuck! I'm cumming again, oh fucking God!"
"Yes...cum for me, cum."
That was all it took for her to tighten, spasm and release more liquid on him. It was so sexy, he was again caught by surprise, "I'm going to cum, baby, I'm gonna...,"
"Yes, please, Duncan, cum inside me, please." And so he did. She rode out every pulse from his cock, while searching for his mouth with hers. "Oh. My. God." She moaned against his mouth. They slowly began to disentangle their bodies and move to lay on their sides, facing each other. "I love it when you smile for me," she said, moving her fingers up to touch his lips. He responded by kissing them lightly, and moved her hand to his rapidly beating heart. They were content to lie there, basking in the post-coital bliss, feeling very satisfied with each other.
Duncan began to lightly touch her face, and give her light kisses. "I wanted to take my time, and to make this last longer," he said. She smiled at him, kissing him.
"No," she said, "this was how it was meant to be." She paused, considering him seriously. "Duncan, this isn't lip service. I have never been so fully with someone before. This is probably not going to cast me in the best light, but I've never been able to fully let my mind be with someone the entire time."
"What do you mean?" He wasn't very experienced and didn't understand what exactly she was saying.
"I mean," she said, while looking for the right words, "I always have to imagine something else in my mind to fully feel the pleasure. I never had to once with you. All I could feel was you. You...I don't know. It's like every touch of your body had me absorbed in you." She felt awkward at her explanation. As if revealing this was somehow going to make him think less of her, she was afraid of that.
He thought about her words, and turned to lay on his back, pulling her close to him. He was confused by why she was worried that this admission would upset him. She was telling him that he was the only man she had been with, which included this love of her life, that had fully pleased her. That she didn't have to imagine other people to get off with him. Was she daft?
"Sunshine, I think that telling a man that he's the only one that can please you fully will only cause said man to preen and then take you again." And so he did, and she was lost only in him, which pleased them both.
Later they lay chatting and sharing stories about their lives. Talk began to wind back to recent events in Orzammar and Duncan was telling her about the assassination of the King by his brother. He had forgotten, for a moment, a crucial piece of the story and shut down when he remembered finding Grace with Alistair, Anders and Zevran. Sunshine looked at him, noticed his frown and said, "what happened?" Duncan began grumbling and looking a bit like a recalcitrant child, which amused Sunshine.
"Oh, this is funny?" He glared at her.
"I don't know, is it? Your facial expression is hilarious." She noticed his glower, and tried to hide her smile, "sorry."
"Fine, you want the details," he sat up, "they suspected that Zevran, given his history, had done the deed and we couldn't find him, or Anders, in their quarters. I went to find Grace to tell her what's happened and there they were - all four of them, naked. My daughter naked, with three men in her bed, happy?" He began to stand up, mad at himself, mad at Sunshine, and mad at his daughter and the three men. Sunshine was not having her night end like this, and grabbed him with all her force and brought him down. She lay atop his body, her hands holding down his arms.
"Duncan, stop. While I would hate to have my daughter provide an alibi in such away, I don't think your anger is completely about that. It bothers you that she had three men in her bed, doesn't it?" She waited for his glower to die down and for him to find his words.
"Yes," came his tired reply.
"If it had been Leliana, Aedan, Zevran and Anders, would you be mad? Wait! I can tell that you're not picturing it, please do so before you comment."
He complied, unhappily, until the image fully formed in his mind. His lips twitched in spite of his vexation with Sunshine. With exasperation, he said, "she's my daughter."
"I get that. And heaven knows I wouldn't want to see my daughter naked with one person, let alone three. I just hope I would acknowledge that as long as it was consensual it is her business. I can see a 'but' forming. And whatever it is, no. There are none. Just be happy that she is loved and cared for by them. And don't dwell on the details of it."
Duncan thought about what she was saying, and admitted that she was probably right. Probably. He still thought it would be awhile until he wasn't angry about it. Another thought dawned on him: "Please tell me you aren't going to invite Danforth and Gavarth to our bed!"
This caused a great amount of laughter from Sunshine. "No, sweetheart, I only have room for you in our bed."
"I'm sorry," came his rueful reply, "that was presump-"
Sunshine cut him off, "no, I like it. I want you to own...hmmm, maybe I should say, I want you and me to be 'our'. I want more of this. Duncan, it's been a long time for me. I haven't been with anyone since I left my homeworld - it has been years since that day. You make me want. Not just again, but more, and you. Just you. I'm too old to play games with my own emotions, I know who I am, I know that I...want you."
"Truly," Duncan asked. "We did only meet today, and I'm no great bargain." He saw Sunshine roll her eyes, with an expression of 'I beg to differ'. "No, listen to me. I may die soon. I don't even want to contemplate the likelihood of that tonight. I've never known a woman like you. The things I did tonight...I didn't know I had it in me, but I feel freer than I have before. I also feel primal with you. If I was a better man I'd push you away because of the likely outcome of my death. I'm too selfish. I think if another man looks at you...I don't think I'd react well. Bah, I sound pathetic."
"Really? Than why is this woman looking like the cat who ate the canary at your possessiveness? Maybe we'll all bite it come archdemon time. If that's the case than I want every night with you, and if that isn't the case? I still want every night with you." She kissed him then, reaffirming her words. He groaned and made her scream his name at least one more time that night.
Duncan had never slept so well, or so deeply. He awakened with the need to relieve himself and gently got out of bed. He smiled at her murmured protest, thrilled that the word she said was 'Duncan'. He frowned, what if Duncan was the name of her husband? He shrugged off the insecure feeling and went outside to relieve himself. It was Zevran and Anders watch and it was just beginning, which meant that they had only a couple more hours to sleep. His gaze softened at Anders, thinking about everything that had happened since they had met. He felt ashamed of his recent treatment of Anders and sought him out.
Anders looked warily at the sight of his Commander approaching, and pulled himself to stand straighter. "At ease, Anders. I don't want to ever hear you talk about it, I don't want you to ever mention this conversation. I need you to know that I'm sorry, to all of you, for the way I've acted since Orzammar. I...she's my daughter. Just, please, make sure I don't see it again. Also, Anders? I want you, and Zevran, to act like you used to, with me."
"Yes, Ser!" Came Anders reply. He watched Duncan go back to Sunshine and was happy. Not because he was forgiven, that was an added bonus, but because Duncan seemed better. He went off to find Zevran and convey Duncan's words to him. And realized, as Zevran pointed out, that he hadn't forbidden them from another time with Grace and Alistair. Things were looking up.
Duncan curled Sunshine back into his arms and drifted back to sleep, her, no, their bed was incredible. The second time Duncan began to stir it was while having the most erotic dream of Sunshine sucking his cock. He felt so hard and was sure he was going to explode in her mouth. As consciousness came to him he realized that his hands were in her hair and he was fucking her mouth. He awoke himself fully when he came inside her mouth, waking everyone in the camp with her name. She crawled up to him and kissed him a hello, good morning lover, kiss. He knew he shouldn't, but couldn't help himself as he bent her over and fucked her hard. Making sure everyone was staying awake with her yelling his name. If his daughter looked at him awkwardly she could just consider it payback.
While they were getting dressed, and Sunshine was learning the joys of helping Duncan with his armor, they shared kisses and caresses. He still wondered if he was dreaming, maybe they hadn't left the Circle of Magi and this was some desire demon. Well no, Sunshine had guns. He inwardly sighed, but knew he had to ask, "Sunshine?" She was packing up things inside her satchel, and was humming to herself. She didn't immediately respond. "Love? I need to ask you something."
"Keep calling me 'love' and I'll tell you what color my underpants are," she said turning to him. "Whatcha need, big daddy?"
"What was your husband's name?" He said in a rush, feeling foolish. Please don't say 'Duncan', he thought over and over.
"Duncan -," she paused as she saw him start to choke. "Duncan, honey, what's wrong? Oh! No, his name was Jasper! Not Duncan! You're the only Duncan I know." After he looked like he'd recovered, she asked, "how long has this been eating you up?"
"Since, well, last night. I didn't want to pry..."
"God love ya, baby. I...probably would have told you sooner, but my mind was more on you than on him, and well, I didn't really think about him at all yesterday. I think I tell my 'family' story by rote now and aside from my children..." She stopped, feeling guilty, looking down at her red cowgirl boots, contemplating how they stayed so red even with all this dust from walking.
Duncan went up to her and held her. "Shhh," he said, even though she was dead quiet, "I'm sorry." He knew it was an empty apology, because he wasn't sorry at all. He grinned while she couldn't see and felt inordinately pleased with himself. He was going to make her his fully, and she would never forget his name. What sort of milquetoast name was Jasper anyway? They shared one last lingering kiss before joining the rest of their party to break their morning bread.