Authors comment: i forgot to add this to the first chapter, but you guys know that i'm only borrowing the characters, i do not in any way own the characters potrayed in this story. anyways thanks for reading, hope you like :D

Alistars POV

He couldn't help watching her out of the corner of his eye. Maker's breath she was beautiful. He felt confused.

It wasn't that he didn't understand what he was feeling, chantry boy he may be, but he was not ignorant.

No, his confusion was the product of his inability to speak to her. Despite his attempts he could never show her what she meant to him, his tongue got tied and he ended up spouting some random jokes in a desperate attempt to prevent her from seeing him as an idiot.

She looked anxious.

what was wrong? Was she ok? Were the dreams getting to her?

He flinched and looked down at his hand, his inattention had left him open to an unprovoked strike by the fire. Not very sporting really.

'must focus on cooking…do not want to be a frog'

He reminded himself silently.

Morrigan had been whining about his attempts at dinner. He considered telling her to cook it herself , but he just knew she'd slip some poison into it, not lethal but enough to have him throwing up for an hour at least.

She was coming over…maker she was coming over…what did he say? What did he do?

'act natural, don't blush, don't look up at her like a lovesick puppy'

"alistar"

She sounded worried, almost afraid.

His heart squeezed and he looked up at her.

"are you alright?"

He felt like slapping himself. obviously she was not alright.

"I have to tell you something"

His heart began to race.

Then that blasted elf spoke up.

"ohoh so this is a saucy conversation then hmm? Do tell"

Her eyes whipped over to Zevran and he was stunned by the anger he saw in her eyes.

As confused as he was by that anger he couldn't help admiring the way it made her eyes shine.

For a moment he was overcome by a desire to grab her and kiss until she forgot zevrans name, until she forgot her own name. he wondered what it would be like to kiss her, would it be soft? Would she kiss him back?

She was speaking again.

"can I talk to you in private?"

He couldn't help the heat that shot through him, certain that if he went with her he would wind up confessing everything, and that could ruin it all.

So he did the only thing he could.

Babbled.

"I'm cooking at the moment"

'idiot!'

She seemed taken aback by that, he returned his gaze to the fire, watching it carefully for signs of renewed attack.

"Alistar, its important"

'deflect!'

"so dinner, don't want to face the darkspawn on an empty stomach"

Anxiety rose in his stomach, that was an incredibly stupid comment.

"the others will not be happy if I burn dinner…again… Morrigan might turn me into a toad…and I don't think I'd like being a toad…no cheese"

He caught her slight smile out of the corner of his eyes.

Then Morrigan interrupted "it is liable to happen if you do not desist babbling"

'great…just what I need..to be a frog…through it might be nice not to have to fight darkspawn for a while'

Her hand came down on his shoulder, surprised he turned to her. His eyes burned the next image into his brain, her hair seemed to absorb the firelight, darkness sweeping down from her brow to her shoulders, gently framing her delicate face. her eyes smoldered with an intensity he had never seen before.

Then suddenly her lips pressed against his. All his blood flowed southward, his eyes widened in surprise. Her hand was warm against his cheek, but he felt impossibly hot , as if the heat from the fire was suddenly inside him.

Then all too soon she pulled away, before she turned away he caught the corners of her mouth twitch, her eyes shining with repressed amusement.

He watched her walk away, the light glancing across her armour, her body seemingly sensuous as she moved.

It took him longer than it should have to realise that the camp had gone silent. He awkwardly cleared his throat.

Surprisingly morrigan broke the silence first "oh you are truly the fool"

"what?"

His voice came out higher pitched than it should be, he cleared his throat again "what?"

"she clearly wishes you to go after her"

"what do you mean?"

This time zevran answered "she kissed you, she clearly desires you...i believe it was meant to entice you, to goad you into making the next move"

He spluttered "what?"

Morrigan spoke "well?"

"well what?"

She let out a heavy sigh "do you return her affections or not?"

She looked incredibly irritated.

He hesitated "ye…yes"

"then go after her, and quickly…else I fear I shall listen to you both whining for days to come, i'd much face the archdemon"

He just knew he was blushing. But he didn't care. He had to find her.

He turned away from the fire, and followed the path she had taken earlier.

He had to tell her something important...