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Chapter 17 - Progress
Don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wonderin' if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever
I don't wanna miss a thing - Aerosmith
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Alistair felt his erection throbbing against his leather trousers, as he held Chantalle close and she moaned into his mouth, her tongue twisting against his, probing, exciting him to no end. His hands roamed over her back and she pressed herself into him more than before, her hands entwining themselves in his hair.
"My love," she whispered, and that nearly drove him off the edge. His templar training never felt so necessary than at this moment. She had taken one of his hands and placed it on her-he gulped-breast.
He looked deeply into her eyes, still asking for permission, and she gave him an encouraging smile. His hand then fondled her gently, over her tunic, and travelled slowly to the opening, where he could finally touch her soft flesh while his kisses travelled lightly to her ear, and from there to her collarbone.
He was bending forward eagerly, his hand now touching her soft flesh, the roundness of her breast. His breathing hitched and he felt like he was drowning in desire. The desire in her eyes fueled him on and he took her in his arms and lay her on the ground gently.
He continued his ministrations, both his hands on her breasts now as he gently opened her tunic, their kisses urgent and more passionate than before. He blessed Leliana for having talked to her, and vowed to thank her personally one day. He just stared at her beautiful breasts for a moment, at her beauty, the desire in her eyes which made them look dark and inviting.
She was arching her back up to him when he found her hard nipple and he lowered his head to it, kissing it, then flicked his tongue over it before finally taking it into his mouth, and she moaned throatily as she involuntarily bucked her hips at him. She felt no fear, she didn't even remember what had happened to her. The only thing that mattered was Alistair, and what he was doing to her at the moment. She trembled again at his touch, as his mouth sucked her nipple, the growing warmth and tingle in her became nearly unbearable. "Alistair," she breathed heavily.
He went wild with pleasure, his eyes dark with desire as they locked onto hers, and he did the same to the other breast. She then took his head in her hands and brought her lips to his, and kissed him hungrily.
"Alistair? Chantalle?" A voice called out from the woods behind them. It was Leliana. "Dinner is ready, you two!"
"Thank you Leliana, we'll be right there," Alistair yelled back, then turned to look at Chantalle who giggled coyly at him.
"My love?" She said, her voice deep and breathless.
"Yes, my dear?"
"I think I'm ready," she replied, her eyes dancing into his.
He smiled and kissed her tenderly.
"I think I'm ready too. We'll have to do something about that, won't we?" He said playfully, one of his eyebrows shooting up towards his forehead.
"We'll get to Orzammar soon enough," she nodded at him.
"Where there are inns," his voice held a hint of lust in it, as he kissed her neck again.
She giggled and they embraced and kissed again. Then he helped her tie her tunic back on and her eyes fell automatically on the bulge in his trousers and she dissolved into giggles once again.
"Shouldn't we do something about that?"
"You minx," he growled and kissed her again.
She laughed into his mouth and melded herself into him, her body pressing into his erection.
He broke away, breathing heavily. "If we carry on this way, I may ravish you here on the spot. And I don't want it to be this way. Not our first time anyway."
She nodded and her arms gave his shoulders a gentle squeeze before they dropped to her sides.
"I'll go ahead. I'll leave you to...um...tend to yourself," she glanced down to his erection for a moment, and he blushed, catching her meaning.
She burst out laughing, and left, his eyes following her swaying hips until she had disappeared into the tree line ahead.
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Leliana sat next to Fiona, who had her eyes closed and was leaning against a tree trunk in front of the fire.
"Are you all right, Fiona?" She asked, concern in her eyes.
Fiona opened her eyes which were puffy and red and smiled kindly at Leliana.
"Just a headache, dear. Nothing to worry about. I can't use my magic on it, because my head hurts too much to focus on the spell. It will pass."
"Why don't you take a health potion then? Do you want me to bring one for you?" Leliana asked.
"No, it's all right. I'll have one in a bit. I just want to sit here and try to relax," she answered, her eyes falling on Alistair's figure as he walked into camp, making a beeline for Chantalle, who was standing next to her tent, chatting to Fernan.
Leliana saw this, and kept quiet for a few minutes. Then she spoke.
"He's a wonderful friend and a good man." The words were spoken quietly, and Fiona understood that Leliana suspected something. She immediately put her guard up.
"Yes, he is. Chantalle is very lucky and he is lucky to have her as well," she said, keeping the emotion out of her voice on purpose. She controlled the look on her face, which was now blank, but Leliana pressed on.
"Do you have any children, Fiona? I suppose you cannot be a grey warden and a mother at the same time, can you? With all the darkspawn that you have to kill, I mean," she watched her carefully.
A flicker of something there, then gone, in the blink of an eye. Leliana caught it. It was fear.
"Grey wardens cannot have children, the Taint in us, it...keeps us from having children. But there have been children born to Grey Wardens from time to time. It is not impossible. It can happen. The order doesn't allow children. Mothers must give up their children. I've seen it happen. It is not pleasant."
She was controlling her voice, keeping it cold and distant. But Leliana knew it was taking her a great deal of effort for her to do so.
Fiona turned to face Leliana then. Her eyes bore into hers, and for a moment Leliana was taken aback by the intensity of her gaze.
"I cannot share any more with you. I have to keep my focus on the mission ahead of us."
Leliana took a gamble and threw caution into the wind.
"You did have a child, did you not? You were forced by the order to give your child up." The last sentence was not a question, and Fiona's eyes widened as she gazed into the bard's.
She stood up quickly. "I must go to my tent," she said, but before she could leave, Leliana's quiet voice stopped her briefly.
"You cannot run forever, Fiona."
Fiona squared her shoulders, the only indication that she had heard the bard. Then, giving a gasp, she finally reached the sanctuary of her tent.
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They arrived in Orzammar late in the afternoon and Fiona and Alistair made their way to an inn to get rooms for everyone. They decided to get five rooms, one of them would not share a room. Alistair suggested Fiona should sleep alone, and she smiled at him nodding.
"Let's distribute the remaining rooms, now, shall we?" Fiona found herself saying. But before she could continue, Alistair took her by the elbow and asked to speak to her privately.
They went farther away from the rest, and she looked up at him, waiting for him to speak. He was blushing slightly and she could tell that whatever he had to say, it was embarrassing to him. She smiled. It probably had something to do with Chantalle.
"I-uh...wanted to talk to you about the rooms," Alistair began. He looked into her eyes and took a deep breath. "We, that is, Chantalle and I, we, well. We want to sleep in the same room." He took the plunge and said it all in one breath.
"I see. Could I offer you some advice then?" Fiona said seriously.
Alistair nodded and felt a bit uncomfortable. He felt that something was bothering her but he waited for her to speak.
"You must be very careful. It is not impossible for two wardens to conceive. There have...been...cases of it happening in Weisshaupt. Grey Wardens are forced to give up their child if this happens."
Alistair's eyes widened, his face a myriad of emotions.
"They take away your children from you?" He muttered, disbelief in his voice.
"Yes. Though I've only heard of it happening in Weisshaupt. It's very unpleasant and I would not like it to happen to you or Chantalle. You must understand that I want the best for you both," she said, her eyes infinitely sad as she spoke.
"Yes, of course! I know this." His lips quirked into a lopsided grin. "Well, then. If it happens in Weisshaupt, then we must try not to travel there ever, right?"
A small smile appeared on Fiona's face and her eyes softened as she looked at him. At that moment, he looked more like Maric than ever. Her heart wrenched inside her painfully.
"You know, we travelled with your father. Duncan was a very close friend of his." She said on an impulse.
Alistair faltered, and looked startled.
"Duncan knew my father? They- they were friends?" His eyes were wide and surprised as he looked into hers.
"Yes. Very good friends." Pain crossed her features, and she shut her eyes then. After a while she opened them and shook her head.
"We'll tell the others the sleeping arrangements then. I hope you both have a good night!" She chuckled as she walked towards the rest of the group.
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They ordered food and drink and Fiona asked baths to be drawn in their rooms, while the rest chatted away, their spirits high and laughter spreading all around the table. The only ones that were not really paying attention to the rest were Chantalle and Alistair, who were looking into each other's eyes, and stealing furtive kisses now and then. Fiona had to smile in spite of everything. They looked so happy together!
Once dinner was over, Alistair took Chantalle's hand in his and bade everyone a good night. Guffaws broke from Anders and Duran, but they simply ignored them and walked towards their room for the night.
When they reached their room, Alistair took her inside. A hot bath was waiting for them. He decided they should take turns.
"You go first. I'll go see if I can get someone to carry in more hot water for my bath."
She nodded and they shared a quick kiss before she disappeared behind the screen and Alistair went to find someone to get more water for them.
He had a long wait, for all the waitresses and serving girls were busy with other orders. As it turned out, he managed to get someone to fill out his order, and by the time he made his way back into the room, Chantalle had already bathed, and was sitting at a table to the right, her blond hair still wet, dark and plastered over her shoulders, wearing only a robe.
His breathing hitched when he saw her and he walked over to where he sat.
"My love," he breathed, and kissed her passionately and she returned the kiss, her hands on his face.
There was a knock on the door and two servants walked in and cleaned out the lukewarm water in the tub then filled it anew with hot water. They smiled at them and left the room.
Alistair winked at Chantalle and went behind the screen to bathe. He did not take very long and soon was standing beside her again, a towel wrapped around his waist, his longish wet hair falling almost to his shoulders. She stood up and he took her in his arms, kissing her fully on the mouth.
They started to touch each other gently. Alistair wanted to go very slowly, and take his time, he wanted to see her without the robe on, so his hands fell automatically on the laces that were holding it together.
"May I?" He breathed.
She nodded wordlessly as her hands traced his chest, her fingers travelling lightly over his well-toned muscles, making him shiver slightly.
The robe fell to the floor and Alistair's breathing hitched.
She was a goddess. She was a goddess of beauty and she was standing there looking into his eyes shyly.
Maker's breath!
His widened eyes looked at her luscious body, so perfect to him. Her round, full breasts and rosy nipples, her incredibly tiny waist and wonderful hips, her thighs, her legs. He gasped and took her gently in his arms, kissing her. His touch was warm, so warm, he soon had her wanting more.
Their kisses got more passionate, more demanding, her body felt like it was on fire, and she was grinding herself onto him, he groaned and suddenly lifted her up and carried her to the bed in the room.
He lay her gently on the bed, lying next to her, still showering her with kisses, his hands forever restless, as they worshipped her breasts. He took her nipples and pinched them gently, and she arched her back moaning softly to him.
His head fell on her chest, and his tongue flicked out as he tasted her, reveling in how she tasted, so sweet and salty, so feminine and fresh. His mouth sucked at her breasts, taking his time on each one, till her moans got louder, at which point his lips descended on hers again hungrily, silencing her moans and eliciting soft groans from him.
His hand traveled below her navel and reached her dark blond curls at last, burying itself in them, touching gently but not quite there. He fumbled inexpertly for a few moments, still kissing her, wondering where the heck it was, till he accidentally found it and knew he had when she bucked her hips up to his and moaned deeply.
He broke away the kiss and looked into her eyes, his eyes dark with desire, as hers burnt into his as well, her mouth slightly open, her breathing coming in gasps.
Then, he looked down and parted her folds, gazing with wonder at the tiny nub that brought so much pleasure to her.
"So beautiful," he murmured, descending his lips upon her nub and taking it in his mouth, gently sucking.
She went wild, her hands digging into his hair, pulling it gently and he felt himself grow harder, if possible.
His tongue found her entrance, which was wet, and he tasted her. It was incredible. He licked his lips as he came up for air, his eyes focusing on her, drinking in her reactions and her body. His fingers continued to caress her nub, as he brought his lips on hers next.
They continued their foreplay, and her hands found the towel, and they quickly unfastened it, his erection bursting forward free from its confinement at last.
"Big and beautiful," she murmured and he moaned as he kissed her passionately again. And again.
He could not take much more of this. He could not last, he simply had to -
"Are you ready, my love?"
She nodded.
And he positioned himself at her entrance.
It was hard to get in, she was wet and slippery and he fumbled for a few moments, exasperation clouding his face.
She smiled and guided him herself, taking him in her hand, while he bit his lower lip, struggling to get a grip on himself. Finally, he was able to push the tip inside her. The feeling nearly drove him over the brink and he paused.
"Are you all right?" He whispered and she nodded, opening her legs even farther apart. He took one of them and placed it on his hip, and she did the same with the other one, and he pushed again.
The wonder in his eyes as he looked into hers made her smile gently, yet she cried out as he continued to push slowly and he paused confused.
"Are you hurt?"
"No, no. Don't stop! Please, Alistair!"
He gave a growl and buried himself completely into her. Her wetness and the tightness of her walls surrounding him...what he felt at that moment went beyond words.
For Alistair Theirin had finally discovered what it meant to be complete and whole.
He promised himself something as they made love to each other over and over again that night and they finally lay in each other's arms, spent, as sleep slowly descended upon them.
He would never let her go.
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