So, there is one line "And when the lips touched, he inhaled, it didn't matter that she hadn't been kissed too much," in the song Bleed Slow by almost the only rap/hip-hop band I like, Atmosphere. It is a great song and a great band. Shawn's lyrics are poetry. Anywho, this is that. What that line inspired. Alistair. Lets pretend for a second you can harden Alistair without saying something super bitchy first. Then, he gets to initiate the kiss and its just a tad sexier than the un-hardened kiss. haha Maybe it isn't exactly like this but its like this enough. lol

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Trina rubbed the velvety petals of the rose between her fingertips. Alistair stood in front of her, all thumbs and awkward shuffling. His strawberry blonde hair shone softly in the moonlight; his golden eyes gleamed with uncertainty. She brought the rose up to her nose and inhaled its sweet scent. Her cheeks still felt hot in embarrassment. It reminds me of you, he had said. A gift. For her, of all people.

She studied his lips: they were full and slightly chapped. She blushed harder when she thought of kissing those very lips... it would be her first kiss. Growing up the way she did hadn't left much room for kissing. She moved up from his lips to his eyes. They were golden brown and beautiful. She felt she could stare into those eyes forever and forget the Blight itself, if she wasn't careful.

"I've never received a gift before. I- thank you," she whispered.

Alistair smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "So you like it? Good. Now if we could, uh, just skip straight to the steamy bits that'd be great," he replied, laughing nervously.

Trina smiled, blushing again. "You read my mind!" Way to go Trina, that was so smooth. Maybe I should ask Zev about pick-up lines... No, he'd probably say something obscene about elf love, or something.

This time, it was Alistair who blushed. "You know, there's something I've wanted to do for a long time now," he whispered. He cupped her face and leaned in close. His breath smelled like lamb and pea stew and his lips were warm despite the cold air.

Snow fell down heavily on her auburn hair. The ice cold wind bit her skin. But from her toes to the top of her head, Trina felt warm. Alistair's hands were in her hair, his lips pressed against hers, and she hoped it didn't matter that she'd never been kissed before. A rush of joy and desire sped through her whole body.

She felt like she was dreaming. If this was dream it was better than the ones she'd been having of the archdemon. This dream was comforting and she felt herself melting into Alistair's body. It wasn't a dream but it was sweeter. Trina felt suddenly blessed. She had lost her home and she knew she could never go back there, not now that she was a Warden. But this, this made her feel safe for the first time all year. Alistair was her home, now.

Shortest one but it's a bonus track, anyway. lol