This chapter is fairly unnecessary and is lemon scented. If you aren't into that, feel free to skip it, since you know from the last chapter what's going to happen here, and the story will continue again afterwards.
But I just had to write it. I love the idea of awkward, first time . . you know. So anyway . . . .
Alistair kissed her.
Seemingly uncaring for their audience of companions, his lips pressed against hers. His lips parted and his tongue slipped into her mouth, sending a shock of heat down her spine. He pulled away suddenly and looked at her with an intensity that took her breath away. And then, with more confidence than she expected, he took her hand and led her back to his tent without another word.
Kaei giggled nervously as he held open the canvas for her. He offered her a stilted half bow, and gestured inside. Kaei looked up over her shoulder to see Leliana grinning at them maniacally.
The tent was just tall enough for him to stand in. Once inside, they just stood there for a moment, staring at each other. Alistair seemed afraid to move. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but Kaei silenced him with a gentle finger over his lips. He kissed her finger reverently and closed his eyes.
Kaei closed the small gap between them, reaching up and unfastening the brooch holding his cloak closed, letting it fall to the ground behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his chest, feeling his arms move, one softly against the curve of her back and one hand tangling itself in her hair. Kaei slid her hands up underneath the hem of his shirt, his skin hot and feverish under her questing fingers. Her fingers explored the soft skin of his back; it was like the finest suede, somehow more appealing for it's decoration of scars. Kaei smiled and helped him pull his shirt off over his head. The shirt joined his cloak in a pile on the floor.
She gave him a nervous grin and let her hands explore him further, as she'd wanted to for what seemed like so long. His shoulders, the strong muscles of his chest and slowly down the sculpted ridges of his stomach. Her hands reached the top of his trews and Alistair took a deep shuttering breath.
Urged into action, he reached out for the laces that held the top of her leather armor together, but his fingers fumbled. Smiling slowly and trying to hide the nervous butterflies in her stomach, Kaei untied the laces and pulled them away. She shrugged her shoulders, letting the leather fall to the ground, only a thin piece of fabric between them. She took a shaky breath and then let the cloth fall as well.
"Maker's breath, but you're beautiful," Alistair whispered, crushing her against him. The sensation of her bare skin against his made her knees weak and she knew that if his arms had not been as tight around her waist, she would have crumpled bonelessly to the ground. His lips were on hers again and the Blight and all the rest of the world disappeared.
Alistair's lips moved from her mouth to her neck, along the ridge of her collarbones. His hands slid up from her waist to her ribs, moving slowly and tentatively. He looked at her with blazing eyes, but his hands stopped. They were shaking. Again, he looked as if he might speak, but this time he seemed unable to make any words.
"Touch me," Kaei whispered. "I am yours."
Alistair made a strangled sound and buried his face between her breasts. His breath was like dragon fire on her skin. The gentle, hesitant touch of his mouth on her skin made her whimper. Unable to wait any longer, Kaei pushed him away and fell to her knees, her deft fingers making short work of the laces on his trews. She closed her eyes as she slid the fabric down over his narrow hips. She heard his sharp intake of breath as the cloth brushed over him. Opening her eyes, she took a good long look.
Gods have mercy, she thought.
Lifting her eyes up, she grinned at him wickedly. She leaned forward and the kissed the velvety soft skin at the junction of his hipbone and thigh, his erection hot against her cheek.
"Holy Maker," Alistair breathed, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her to her feet. "Let's not end this before if begins, shall we?" he said, trying to smile. Kaei nodded and stepped just far enough away so he could get a good look at her. Keeping her eyes on his, she unlaced the leathers around her waist. The remainder of the flimsy coverings fell away until she stood before him just as the creators had made her. A slow hungry look spread across Alistair's face.
Kaei stepped forward again, pressing her lips against his chest, right over his heart. Alistair took her face in his hands, lifting her up to look at him. He kissed her forehead and her eyelids, then her lips with such tender passion Kaei though she might weep.
In one fluid motion, he slipped his arm under her knees, picking her up and cradling him against his chest. Alistair sunk to his knees and set her down on the bedroll. Kaei spread her legs instinctively and he lay down in between as if he'd always belonged there. She felt the heat of his body throbbing against the tender skin of her thigh.
Alistair looked down at her, hesitant again. Kaei cupped his face in her hand, looking up into his golden eyes. The fire wove shadows through the canvas, dancing across his features as delicately as her hands had. Kaei reached down between them, taking him into her willing hand. He closed his eyes and made a supplicating moan.
He was silk over steel. Just like his spirit was.
Guiding him, his eyes still locked on hers, he moved forward slowly. Kaei gasped as he slid inside of her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders. Concern washed over Alistair's face.
"Am I hurting you?" he said softly.
"No," Kaei breathed. "You could never hurt me."
Alistair made a strange sound, half way between a sigh and a sob, sliding back and then forward again, sending a convulsive shudder through them both. Kaei wrapped her arms around him as he pressed his face against her neck.
"Oh Maker, I love you," Kaei heard him whisper over the frantic beating of her heart. His hips moved, slowly. So slowly. It felt like her very breath was stolen by each movement of his body against hers. Kaei could feel the muscles in his back tense, his jaw clenched. He stopped suddenly, an uncontrollable shiver running through him.
"I can't . . . ," he moaned against her neck. Kaei was unable to take enough of a breath to speak, but let her body communicate for her. She pressed her hips up against his, nearly lifting him up in her passion.
With a cry, Alistair pulled away one last time and buried himself inside her. His moan caught in his throat. Kaei felt herself respond to the pulsing of him, her own body convulsing in echoing movements.
"Alistair," she whispered breathlessly.
His arms snaked their way under her back as he rolled over on to his side, moving her with him. As if she was a part of him and he was a part of her. His eyes were open, searching her face. His lips are parted, just slightly. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.
"I had no idea," he murmured.
"Neither did I," Kaei replied.
He grins again. "You know," he said. "According to all the sisters at the monastery, I should have been struck by lightning by now."
"That so?" Kaei said, her grin mirroring his.
"Yup, lightning first, then the end of civilization as we know it. I'm a bad, bad man," he laughed. "You know, the rest of our little party is going to talk, they do that, you know."
"First smart comment and I feed them to the darkspawn," Kaei chuckled against his chest.
Alistair laughed deep in his chest. The rumbling sound felt like heaven against her face.
"See," he said. "This is why I love you."
