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Chapter 31 - Surprise Visit
Tonight it's very clear
As we're both lying here
There's so many things I want to say
I will always love you
I would never leave you alone
I am a man who will fight for your honor
I'll be the hero you're dreaming of
We'll live forever
Knowing together that we
Did it all for the glory of love
Glory of Love - Peter Cetera
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Chantalle closed her eyes, sighing with pleasure, while Alistair gently removed her silk shift, up and over her head. He drew in his breath and caressed her lightly, his fingertips sending trails of fire over her skin and breasts. His fingers circled her nipples and gently pinched.
She arched her back, her hands on the mattress. He pulled her closer, while undressing in between. He was impatient to get out of his clothes, having finished discarding his armor only minutes before.
The sounds she was making inside his mouth as he kissed her were driving him crazy. He got the last piece of clothing off, and sighed happily, hands still travelling restlessly around her. Without breaking their kiss, he laid her back, very gently, and his kisses travelled from her neck to her collarbone and from there to the valley between her large and lovely breasts.
His tongue flicked out and he tasted her.
Maker's breath! It's been too long...too long...
Of course, it hadn't been that long, only seven days, but for Alistair it had felt like an eternity without touching her, feeling her, tasting her, making love to her. Her moans increased, and she bit her lower lip, but he continued at the same slow pace, rediscovering all the soft spots in her body that sparked her desire. The ones that made her buck at him with frenzy. The ones that made her cry out with passion. The ones that made her grab his hair and entwine her fingers in it. The ones that made her touch him, till he cried into her mouth, the pleasure making his breathing heavy and irregular.
He was taking his time, which he knew was driving her crazy. He smiled at her as he watched her reach down to her dark blond curls and caught her hand in his.
"No cheating," he laughed softly. "Allow me..."
Then his hand was at her nub, his thumb softly massaging it again and again, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her reaction. Gently, and so very slowly, he pushed one finger in her, and she cried out, moving her head from side to side.
"Alistair..." her voice was full of emotion, her cheeks flushed. When she opened her eyes, they were so dark they were almost black.
Another finger in her sent her pushing down onto his hand involuntarily. He lowered his face, and kissed the insides of her thighs as he continued moving his fingers in and out, touching her nub all the while, feeling her climb towards her release.
When she came, he continued thrusting his fingers, which were now wet with her essence, then very slowly pulled them out. He licked them, and she shivered, her eyes fixed on him and what he was doing, her heavy breathing urging him on. His head bent down lower and his tongue and mouth began to lick and suck her nub until his tongue found its way to the entrance of her core.
She mewled with pleasure, feeling herself build up for another orgasm. His hands shot up to her breasts, while her hands and arms trailed ribbons of fire over his back and shoulders.
When he felt her get close, so very close, he stopped, and she protested audibly.
"Alistair!"
He laughed again, and his head went down to her breasts this time, suckling at her nipples.
He then positioned himself above her, and brought his lips down on hers, devouring her mouth as he took himself in his hand and felt around for her entrance, gently pushing into her.
Her legs immediately locked around his waist, and he pushed his way in completely, then stopped still, looking deeply into her half-closed eyes.
"My love," his whisper was throaty, needy.
Then he started to move.
She met his thrusting eagerly, matching his rhythm, till they rocked together in a sea of pleasure, calling out each other's names and clinging to each other.
Alistair felt his release drawing near and he tried to control himself. He pushed harder, his pace quickening slightly. His hand travelled to her nub again. He needed her to come first as she always did. Her wants, needs and desire were always placed before his.
When her walls tightened around him and he felt her start to shudder, he knew she was there, and groaned into her mouth, devouring her pink lips, feeling his brain burst with the intensity of his desire. His own release was not far.
Quickening his pace, his thrusts went in deeper, his forehead was resting on hers now, his sweat mingling with hers.
He felt himself on the brink, her muscles were still tightening around his shaft, and he let go with a growl and a shudder, as she pressed into him convulsing, squeezing.
"Chantalle!" Came his strangled cry as he felt his seed shooting into her. She dug her fingernails into his arms, her legs tightening around his waist in a vise grip.
They clung to each other, panting, sweaty and elated, their hearts beating wildly, catching their breaths.
Alistair eased himself out after a few minutes, and pulled her onto his chest, wrapping his arms around her.
And it was this way that Zevran found them, naked and falling asleep on the bed as he climbed over the window sill and walked slowly into the room.
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"Ah, I wish I had arrived sooner," Zevran drawled to the half-asleep couple in amusement, as he watched Alistair jolt up and clutch at the sheet at their feet to cover both himself and Chantalle hurriedly.
"What the fuck!" He cursed as he glared at the elf, who had his arms crossed over his chest and was leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face. "What in the Maker's name are you doing here, Zevran?"
"Admiring the view, my dear warden," Zevran replied, chuckling.
"You scared me half to death!" Alistair exclaimed.
"Only half? I was hoping to accomplish more than that," the elf smirked at him again, raising an eyebrow.
Alistair made sure the sheet was still covering Chantalle up. In fact, he made sure that only her head could be seen. Then he leaned over and grabbed his trousers, which were lying at the foot of the bed in a heap.
Pausing, he glanced back up at Zevran.
"Do you mind?" He glared. "I'd like to put these on, thank you!"
"What you have is nothing I haven't seen before, Alistair," he chuckled.
"Zevran..." Alistair's voice had a warning note to it and the elf sighed deeply before turning around and facing the wall.
As soon as Alistair had his trousers on, he spoke.
"So what are you doing here, then? I notice you didn't answer my question," he remarked and walked to him, watching him turn to face him.
"Ah, my dear Templar. I'm on a mission here. A very exciting one as it were," his eyes danced merrily.
"What mission, Zevran?"
"I was sent to kill you, my dear warden."
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Chantalle let out a curse from the bed. Zevran's eyes darted to her automatically. He had seen her delicious body before Alistair had managed to cover her and the memory of it still lingered in his mind.
"Will you not introduce me to your luscious bed companion, my friend?" Zevran smiled, his eyes fixed on hers. She was glaring at him and he found that incredibly enticing.
"Hands off, Zev. That's my wife you're staring at," Alistair growled. Then, soon after and much to Chantalle's surprise, he held a hand out to the elf, which he took, and then they pulled each other into a bear hug.
He asked Zevran to sit at the table, which the elf did. Alistair remained standing, however.
"Who sent you to kill me, if I may ask?"
"Ah, Alistair. I have much to tell you. Unfortunately, the hour grows late, and I cannot offer you the complete story. It is too long and we would be speaking until dawn, yes?"
"I will see the Warden Commander here to arrange for a room for you. In the meantime, you could sleep in a guest room down the hall. It's unoccupied and comfortable," Alistair said.
"I have already rented a room at the local inn, my friend. But I will take you up on your offer tomorrow when I return."
"Allow me to introduce my wife properly, before you leave then," Alistair smiled. "This is Chantalle. Chantalle, this is Zevran Arainai, a former Crow, who travelled with us and helped us against the Blight," Alistair said politely while Zevran nodded his head at Chantalle. He could see that she was either Dalish, or a city elf with a penchant for tattoos.
"I am happy to meet you, Zevran," Chantalle smiled up at him and he could see that she was not happy at all. She was blushing with embarrassment at having been caught naked in bed, and this amused him further.
"I am at your service, my Lady," Zevran bowed. Chantalle's blush deepened and he smirked, turning his attention to Alistair once again.
"I will let you two to return to your nightly adventures. The hour is late and I'm weary from my journey. We will meet again tomorrow afternoon," He said, as he waved a goodbye to them both.
Without pausing to look back, Zevran slipped out through the window and vanished into the night.
Alistair closed and secured the window before turning to walk back to the bed.
"I didn't know he was your friend. When I heard him say he had been sent to kill you I was ready to jump at his throat," Chantalle mused.
"Zevran and I have never been close," Alistair remarked. And Chantalle's eyes flew open with surprise at this. "But he swore to protect my life and Duran's."
"Oh? And why?" She asked curiously.
"Because when we met him, he had been sent to kill us. He ambushed us along with ten other Crows. Things went very badly for himself and his companions. Well, things went worse for his companions. We killed them all. As it turned out, Duran spared his life, and he swore to protect us both."
"Really?" She was quite interested in the story, but Alistair had slipped under the sheet and was fondling her breasts gently. She took a breath and let it out in a sigh.
"I'll tell you the whole story tomorrow," Alistair murmured, his gaze fixed on her face, his desire for her fueled anew. "Right now, we have other matters to attend to, wouldn't you say, love?"
She met his lips halfway and they both kissed each other, Zevran and death threats vanishing from their minds instantly.
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"Anora sent you?" Alistair asked, his mouth agape.
They were all in Leonie's study, including Leonie, who watched the whole thing interestedly, her fascinated eyes on the elven assassin.
"Yes, Alistair. But that is not all. She has people spying on you as well. I managed to catch two already, but do not know if there are more than two at the moment. While I do appreciate staying here, I must be careful when entering and leaving the compound. I must not be seen by any of Anora's spies. So if I may make a request, my dear Warden Commander?" Zevran turned to Leonie and his eyes twinkled. He had caught her staring and for the first time since they had met, Alistair saw her blush.
"Certainly, Zevran," Leonie said, as she lowered her lashes.
Maker's breath! He has her practically eating out of his hand! How does he do it?
Zevran grinned.
"Please leave one of the windows in the back open at all times. It should not always be the same window and it should be one that is not at ground level. Could you arrange for this?" He looked at her, liking the effect he was producing in her.
"Yes, of course. It will be arranged immediately," she dimpled prettily at him.
Zevran's eyes darted to her dimples and he smiled.
Alistair rolled his eye at this.
"All right, all right, you two. Let's get back on track."
Aside from himself, Fiona and Chantalle were in the room, as well as Anders, Leliana, Duran and Oghren. Those were the only ones Alistair felt should know the truth. They were listening to all of this with various degrees of interest on their faces and Oghren was the only one there that was swaying on his feet slightly, taking swigs from the leather skin he kept with him at all times.
"Indeed," Zevran said. "What is it that you have done to cause the queen's wrath, my friend? When we parted, she seemed to like you both?"
"You're right about that, Zev," Duran said, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "She was very grateful. In fact she was all right even when you-" he stopped his sentence right then and there and his eyes widened as he stared right up into Alistair's face.
"What?" Alistair said. "Do I have something on my face?"
"By the Stone!" Duran managed to say. "I think I know what has made her so bitter, Alistair! You beheaded Loghain, her father, right in front of her!"
Nobody spoke for a few moments.
"Do you think that is what it is?" Alistair asked.
"I have a feeling that is exactly what it is," Duran replied.
"There is also the fact that you are here, Alistair. From what I remember you telling me, Orlais was an obsession with her father. And remember what the arl said in his letter? She is convinced you came to Orlais to gather an army against her," Fiona said quietly.
"But she is calling for the Landsmeet to convene in order to convince the nobles to vote in favor of a warrant for my arrest!" Alistair protested. "Why would she be sending the Crows after me if she will probably gain their approval and have me arrested and executed in the end?"
"Because your death will be a fortuitous accident, and she would never need to bring up your name during the Landsmeet. That way, she will never be tied to your death, once everyone in Ferelden finds out what happened, and you will never be mentioned again, my friend." Zevran added quietly.
"I have to admit, it's a clever plan," Alistair mused.
"It's horrible!" Chantalle said, and she slipped a hand into his. He squeezed it back.
"The arl wrote to you then? Yes?"
"Yes, Zevran," Alistair said.
"But you and he were not talking to each other when we left, right?" Duran interrupted.
"No, we weren't. But he insists and persists in placing me on that throne," Alistair sighed.
Duran gave a low whistle.
"Well, then. By the time this is over we may be calling you 'your highness', instead of just plain old Alistair, huh?"
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A/N: We've reached a point in this fic where I must ask my readers what they think. I've put up a poll on my profile for this. Do you think that Alistair should become king or remain a warden? Just visit my profile page to cast your vote anonymously if you wish! I can go either way, I've already worked on the different directions this may go, and on two different endings as well. :)