Well, for one, I'd like to thank Crystal-chan for all your support!
Next up, I'd like to say that this is a bit of a pathetic chapter, I seem to have kept having problems when it came to figuring out what to have happen next.
A stir came from the pile of blankets in the center of the bed. Alistair looked up from his papers, as Mikl sat upright, drenched in sweat.
"Is everything alright, Mikl?" Alistair asked softly, not wanting to scare the younger man, seeing as he had not yet noticed that he was sitting at the desk, going over some paperwork. Mikl's eyes slammed shut, but a few seconds later, opened again. He smiled sweetly at Alistair, and shook some wet blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Yes, I'm fine." He stated, rubbing the back of his tanned neck with his hand. He couldn't help but feel a little bit embarrassed. "Just a nightmare…" He sighed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, looking around.
"Er… 'Stair, I don't exactly have any clothes.." He trailed off, blushing a deep red. Alistair looked the young man over, and smiled to himself. He stood, and moved over to a fine oak dresser. Slowly sliding open on of the drawers, he rummaged through it, and found some fine looking clothes, with brilliant patterns on them. He turned, and walked across the room to Mikl, placing the clothes on the bed next to the younger man, making sure to linger next to him for a minute, taking in the sight of Mikl sweaty, and on hisbed. He shook his head and moved to the door, opening it slightly. But before he could exit, Mikl said;
"'Stair, wait… I wanted to say thank you… for everything." Alistair looked back at the other male, smiling slightly.
"No need to thank me. You are my fellow Grey Warden, after all." Alistair couldn't tell him what he really wanted to say. Couldn't tell him that he would have gone through hell and back if it meant he was safe.
"Well, thank you still." Mikl said, before Alistair closed the door. Mikl began changing, as Alistair leaned against the wall just outside the door. A few minutes passed, and Alistair sighed. A few more passed. He was starting to get a little worried, when he heard an audible 'thud' sound from behind the door. Frantic, Alistair threw the door open, only to see Mikl, half naked, on the ground, struggling with the pants.
"Oh, for the love of the Maker!" Mikl cried, attempting to stand again. "O-oh, 'Stair!" He breathed, blushing slightly. Alistair couldn't help but laugh, holding himself back from making a joke to cover the fact that he couldn't believe that this was happening.
"Would you like some help?" Alistair offered, his voice low. But the words, which were obviously meant to seduce him, flew right over Mikl's head. Mikl merely laughed, giving up on trying to stand again.
"I suppose I seem pretty pathetic right about now, huh?" Mikl mused, finally getting the pants on. He slid the shirt with ease over his head, the red still apparent in his cheeks.
"No more than usual," Alistair sighed. How could Mikl be so oblivious to everything? He shook his head, helping Mikl up again. They stood there for a few seconds, neither of them could think of something to say to another. Alistair was about to attempt to force something out, when Mikl wrapped his arms around him in a hug. Alistair was obviously nervous. But he returned the embrace, and he found himself smiling once again. Mikl looked up at Alistair, with his bright blue eyes. Mikl flinched, and stepped back from Alistair.
"I-I'm sorry, Alistair," Mikl stammered out. His face was burning red, but Alistair just thought it was cute.
"It's okay, Mikl." Alistair replied, moving to wrap his arms once more around Mikl, this time closer to his waist. Alistair's mind was racing, his heart also. Mikl had gone still, and he rested his head between the taller man's neck and shoulder. He couldn't help himself, and he took in the man's scent- Leather and Sweat. He shook his head, he shouldn't be thinking like that.
"I-I think I should go for a walk…" Mikl wriggled from Alistair's grip, his face burning even redder than before, and hurried out the door. Alistair sighed, sitting down on the bed with his head in his hands.
"I'm such an idiot…" He groaned, thinking over his mistake. Little did he know that Mikl was waiting just outside the door, trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes, Mikl caught his breath, and his face had returned to the normal color. He quickly mover through the hallways, seeking out Wynne.
Well, that's that! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review!
I've already started on the next one, though it might not be done for a bit, with Finals coming up!
Thanks again!