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Chapter 6 - Discussions and Plans

Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
Katy Perry - Hot and cold

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"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Alistair said automatically, as he continued to stare at her lovely dimpled face.

She either seemed unaware of this, or she was used to it. At any rate, she started a conversation on what she had discovered so far, completely ignoring Alistair's party and not bothering to introduce the men in her own.

"We have been fighting several large groups of darkspawn so far. It is fortunate that you have come to our aid, for the threat is growing," she said worriedly, a frown appearing momentarily on her face.

Alistair nodded. "Do you have any idea why they are attacking Orlais specifically?"

"Oui. A lot of ideas, but we shall talk later of this. I will introduce you to my men, yes?" She said in a business-like tone, but kept the twinkle in her eyes.

"Axel, Treau, Lernan, Jacques, Ferdinand and Pierre." Each of the men she called stepped forward at the mention of their name, bowed slightly and stepped back once the next man's name was called. They seemed to be very attentive and friendly, but Orlesians in general were very friendly and deceptive at the same time, hiding their inner thoughts and feelings remarkably well.

Alistair quickly introduced the members in his party as well, his eyes still on Leonie. She smiled to each of them, and when she was introduced to Chantalle, she tilted her head to the side for a few minutes, as if pondering or remembering something, but then quickly turned back to Alistair, who had caught her movement anyway.

Anders was smitten by Leonie and started flirting with her immediately when they resumed walking, this time looking for a suitable place to camp for the night.

"I often wondered why Orlesian women are famous for their beauty," Anders began. "Now I know."

Alistair rolled his eyes. That was the worse pick up line he had heard from Anders so far. It surprised him that the mage couldn't do better. What surprised him even more was the purr it elicited from her.

"Oh, you are adorable," she batted her eyelashes prettily at Anders, rolling her 'r' again, much to Alistair's dismay. "I am sure we can also say that Ferelden men are famous for their beauty, no?" She glanced back at Alistair her eyes lingering on his warmly. Alistair's feet turned to pudding and he stumbled.

"Are you all right there, Commander?" Anders called out. "You seem to be having trouble with your feet."

"My feet are fine, thank you very much," Alistair snapped back his reply, and Anders chuckled softly behind him while Leonie continued to flash her dimples at all of them.

"There is a good place to camp up ahead, Commander," Fernan suddenly appeared beside him, keeping up with his long strides as he spoke. "There is a stream not too far away where we can wash up and replenish our water skins also."

"Excellent, Fernan and thank you greatly," Alistair grinned at his rogue, who flashed a grin and vanished again.

Alistair sometimes wished he wouldn't do that. He knew that there was always the chance that Fernan could eavesdrop on conversations this way, though the man had never given any indication of having done so in the past. He was an excellent warden, however, and very loyal to Alistair.

"It will be good to wash up. This darkspawn blood smells horrible, does it not?" She wrinkled her nose and laughed musically at her comment. Alistair felt his blood racing in reply. He cursed at himself for his lack of self control. Leonie chose to continue talking about bathing however, and in his mind he suddenly began to peel the armor off her and was rewarded with an erection. "It will be delicious to feel the water on my skin, and feel clean and refreshed, n'est-ce pas?"

Alistair swallowed, his blush turning his ears into two beacons of red light. Behind him Anders burst out laughing.

"I think- this place right here...yes...would be suitable for camp," he squeaked out, and rushed into a clearing in the woods.

The rest followed silently and began to put up their tents.

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"We should take turns to bathe," Leonie said, her dimples still showing as she smiled gracefully at them all. "I think the only two ladies in the group deserve to bathe first, oui?" Without waiting for a reply she smiled at Chantalle who stared back at her darkly.

"Chantalle, it makes sense. Safety in numbers, as they say. After you return the rest of us will bathe in pairs as well," Alistair spoke kindly to her, and for a moment, all the indecent thoughts about Warden Caron vanished from his head. She smiled up at him, nodding her agreement and his heart skipped a beat.

Maker's breath! Why is this happening to me?

He concentrated on putting up his tent and talking to everyone as the ladies left for their bath in the stream. One of Leonie's men offered to cook dinner and Alistair felt relieved. Truthfully, his party also felt extremely relieved.

As it turned out, Anders and Alistair were the last to bathe in the stream, as Anders had been using his magic to heat up the water for the rest, who were now sitting around the camp fire telling stories and joking as they bonded.

"So, I can tell you want her too." Anders said abruptly.

Alistair had been submerged in the water, for he wanted to wash his hair and Anders had thrown this at him when he surfaced, gasping for breath. He had never been good at holding his breath underwater and could not swim very well either. Anders's comment caught him completely off guard, and his mouth parted slightly in amazement.

"What?" Was the only word that came out. He had thought of several, actually, but he could not bring himself to offend his friend and fellow warden.

"You were practically undressing her back there, Alistair. I have eyes, you know!" He chuckled.

"Whatever happened to 'Commander'?" Alistair demanded.

"Oh, you always keep telling me to call you Alistair when we're alone. You are the only friend I have after all," came Anders's reply, and this comment caused him to smile. "Anyway, that isn't the point here. You are trying to side-track me, and it won't work!"

"I am, am I?" Alistair grinned.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

"Did you ask me a question?" He shot back, clearly enjoying himself.

"Well, no, that's true," Anders admitted. "But you can agree to what I said or not. You do want her, and I can see that you now desire two women. Whatever happened to the nice Chantry boy and ex- Templar?" Anders asked while he washed his hair.

"I don't know what you-"

"Of course, I want her too, so I guess this means we will be competing against each other?" He interrupted sadly.

Alistair opened his mouth to reply, and then shut it, realizing he didn't know how to answer to that.

Anders burst out laughing. "Oh, come on now, Alistair! Don't tell me you didn't realize that she's flirting with everybody? She isn't a swooning virgin and you can tell that she is a fiery one!"

"What?" Alistair repeated dumbly as the vision of him peeling off her armor came to his mind once again.

Anders sighed resignedly. "I can see that it's going to be difficult to get something into your head right now...well...into this head, at least." And Anders pointed at Alistair's face, which was getting redder by the minute.

"Oh, I give up! I don't see you getting laid anytime soon, even with our newest addition to the group. You'd burst into flames and melt first!"

"Er..." Alistair gulped. He seemed to have lost the power to speak at the moment and Anders backed off, because he looked like he was about to have an apoplexy or something.

"Well, do you think we'll run into any darkspawn soon?" He asked, feeling it was time to change the subject, and that seemed to do the trick. Alistair relaxed and started to prattle on about the darkspawn, finally able to enjoy his bath at long last.

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Dinner was a nice affair, not only because Alistair's group was relieved that he hadn't cooked it, but also because they were enjoying Orlesian food for a change, and that meant roasted meat and potatoes, with a lot of spices and tart sauces with vegetables that made them dig in and savor the food with relish.

The meat was venison. A couple of the Orlesian wardens had gone hunting and returned with a small deer which they promptly skinned and cut for the meal. As it turned out, they had plenty of leftovers, but with their warden appetites, that would soon be gone as well.

Chantalle surprised Alistair again by sitting next to him in front of the fire, without asking for his permission to. She smiled once at him and continued eating, her blue eyes thoughtful and wary of the rest.

At one point, when they were all sitting around digesting, Leonie started talking.

"We must say what we know about these attacks, and formulate a plan."

Alistair looked up. He had been focusing on Chantalle, and had started visibly when Leonie had begun talking.

"You said you had some ideas on the matter?" He replied in a conversational tone.

"Oh, I have a lot of ideas, and not just about the darkspawn," she purred eyeing him up and down, as if undressing him.

Alistair broke into a sweat despite it being a cool night.

"Um...yes. So why is it that you think they are here?"

"They are looking for something, mon cher," she said, her eyes darkening as she spoke.

Alistair nodded. "I thought so too. Have you contacted Weisshaupt at all?"

"I contacted them before I sent my missives to you," she replied, tapping a finger on her chin thoughtfully. "They must have replied by now. I asked if they could send reinforcements."

"How many wardens do you have at your disposal here?" Alistair asked curiously.

"We have two hundred total."

"That's a good number. We only have forty-eight in Ferelden," he said wistfully. "Though we did lose two here already." He looked at her sadly.

"Oh, I am sorry, Alistair," she did the 'r' thing with her tongue again, and any trace of sadness vanished completely from Alistair's mind as he fixed his eyes on her mouth again.

This time, she leaned over and whispered into his ear.

"I feel like taking a walk, do you wish to join me?" Her breath tickled his ear, and his body started to tingle.

"Um, uh..." He reached for the right words to say, but swallowed nervously as she got up, and swaying her hips, which were at this moment very visible, as she had on a pair of tight breeches and a short tunic, that did nothing to conceal her feminine curves.

Alistair got up completely mesmerized, a bulge clearly visible on the front of his trousers, and followed her out of the clearing and into the thick of the forest.

Behind him, Chantalle watched, her eyes flashing with something close to anger briefly, before they turned back to the fire again.

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As soon as they were out of earshot and vision, Alistair pounced on her, his lips pressing on hers, and his arms holding her against him. She parted her lips and her tongue gently skimmed over his lips, which he opened in surprise and wonder, her tongue meeting his and sending sparks into his stomach and below, the heat of the kiss causing him to moan into her mouth.

They broke away panting only to gaze into each other's eyes and then they resumed their kissing passionately and fiercely.

Alistair's hands roamed all over her back, and she pressed herself into him more eagerly, moaning softly into his mouth which made his erection even harder if possible. Her hands travelled down his side, and one of them quickly found his bulge and caressed it through the layers of clothing that covered him. He thought his head would explode soon. One of his hands hesitated over her buttocks, and the other grabbed the nape of her neck, as his mouth left her lips and kissed her cheek. She moved her head upwards, and his lips found her neck and she moaned, so he took this as a hint to continue to kiss the nape of her neck and on an impulse his tongue flicked out to taste her.

She went crazy, and pressed herself into him rubbing her crotch against his erection which was straining against his trousers.

He broke away, panting.

"I've never-" he gulped, as he tried to put it into words, "I mean, I have not made love to-"

"Oui, I understand," she whispered, putting a finger on his lips to silence him. "You have the air of innocence, mon cher." She smiled, and he kissed the dimples fiercely. "I can teach you what you need to know," she said next and he stopped what he was doing to look at her, his eyes expressing something that she could not understand at the moment.

He broke away from her, sighing. "I- I think we should go slowly," he swallowed.

"Why do you resist, mon cher? This is a natural thing. You desire me, no?"

"Maker, yes!" He breathed, moving to take her in his arms again.

"Then you will have me. But tonight I will give you a taste of what is to come, oui?" She sighed into his ear, and dropped to her knees in front of him.

His eyes widened, and seemed to be ready to pop out of his sockets when he realized what she was about to do, her fingers nimbly working at the leather laces that held his trousers together.

In a very short time, she had untied them, and pulled his trousers down, regarding his bulge interestedly for a brief second, then his small clothes. His erection sprang forward, free from its confinement at last.

"Oh, you should be proud! It is very big and beautiful," she murmured, her hand on it lightly, her fingertips grazing its tip. He moaned into the night air, digging his hands into her short silky hair. He had never before felt this pleasure, the sparks in his stomach grew and he thought he would surely melt before it was over. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold on and thanks to his Templar training he was able to control himself, looking down at her and enjoying himself immensely.

Then she took him into her mouth. He nearly lost it and felt his release surging. He tried to tell her to stop but her hands were traveling up and down his shaft, following a rhythm, her lips and mouth sucking and kissing, her tongue traveling repeatedly over and around the tip, until he felt he would die for sure.

The pace she was going at increased, she felt his release building up in him. She felt and knew he was about to come, and she took him completely into her mouth as far as she could, and he thrust himself into her, releasing his seed with a growl and a cry.

She softly let him go then, and sat on the floor, looking up at him seductively.

He dropped down on his knees with a grunt, all the strength in his legs seemed to have abandoned him.

From behind them a voice broke into their passionate interlude.

"Commander?" It was Anders.

He let out a curse that brought a laugh from Leonie.

"What is it Anders?" He answered back breathlessly.

"We are ready to retire for the night. We wanted to know who is to take first watch. Of course, we can wait until you have...er...recovered the use of your feet."

He heard him walking away laughing and he blushed.

"We can continue this later, yes?" She flirted past him leaving him alone still kneeling on the ground. He glanced down only to see that his erection was still very much in force, and he groaned in dismay.

Pulling his smalls up and his trousers as well, he desperately tried to think of something that would quiet him as well as take his mind off what had just happened while he stood up and gazed up at the winking stars over his head, breathing in the cool night air slowly until his breathing was back to normal.

His heartbeat slowed down and he was finally able to head back to the clearing himself and mentally began assigning tasks to his men, which helped him to look very relaxed when the camp and fire came into view at last.

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Leonie bristled and he found himself being challenged by her at his choices for the night watch on the camp.

"I think we two should watch together," she frowned.

Alistair frowned too. He did not think it was a wise choice. Not only because he knew that he would ravish her immediately once they were alone, but because they were both commanding officers, and it was unwise to have them both exposed to any kind of attack at the same time.

"I have to respectfully disagree. We are both commanding officers. One of us should watch while the other one sleeps. It is the most reasonable option." He crossed his arms and looked into her eyes steadily.

"Bien," she relented shrugging, and walked off to her tent, her eyes flashing angrily into his before leaving.

He turned to face the rest. Anders was grinning at him, but the rest were not. However, they seemed to be looking up to him with admiration and this made him smile.

Then Anders made the most surprising remark of the entire day.

"I'm really not feeling well. I ask for permission to go to sleep, Commander."

"Oh!" He looked at him and Anders gave him a look of sheer exhaustion. "Very well, Anders, you can go to your tent. The rest of you can also leave."

Chantalle remained standing.

"Yes, Chantalle?" He asked gently. "You can go and try to get some rest now."

"Oh! But you just finished saying Anders and I were to take up the first watch. But Anders is gone."

Alistair blinked as he came to realize what Anders had done on purpose. He cursed but felt elated at the same time.

And instead of backing away to sit on a log in front of the fire, he found himself smiling down gently at Chantalle, who smiled back at him shyly.