A/N: so way back when, i started this fic and parts of it are old. o l d. if you muddled through all of the earlier chapters, congrats and hopefully there's a marked improvement going forward. either way, here goes.

i'll be posting these in groups for a while, until i catch up with what i've already got posted on tumblr. i'll be doing it by character/pairing, so there's some semblance of organization here.

character: abby cousland
pairing: abby/anora, abby/anora/zevran
a modified/shortened kiss prompt list from tumblr. set late/after origins

LIPS
Anora was, first and foremost, a lady. Abby could be also, when she desired.

But the last thing on her mind when she returned from Fort Drakon after the battle with the archdemon wasmanners. When she caught sight of the queen, Abby pushed through the crowd towards her, pulling her into a kiss that was anything but ladylike.

FOREHEAD
The first year, the stress of ruling caught up with Abby often, especially when Zevran was away. There were times when Lady Cousland was stretched to her limits, and would politely excuse herself from court to fume in the hallway, blinking away angry tears.

It didn't take long at all for Anora to figure it out, and soon Abby was quickly followed by the queen, who would comfort her with gentle reminders of which nobles could be persuaded, and which might need a reminder that she had an Antivan Crow on her side, and finishing with a light kiss to the forehead.

CHEEK
Anora didn't often show affection in public, but between the wine and air of the ball, she found herself stealing more than one kiss, feather-light pecks on Abby's cheek that never failed to draw an amused smirk from the younger woman.

NOSE
It's hard for Abby to stay out of trouble; whether it's dealing with assassins or conspirators or just thugs in general, on more than one occasion she ends up stuck in bed, covered in cuts and bruises and sore spots where magic didn't quite work all the way. Anora mostly lets her rest, but occasionally slips in to bring tea or simply a conversation, never leaving before giving Abby a quick kiss on her nose and begging her to be more careful next time.

BACK OFHAND
Abby is amused – yet not necessarily surprised – when she learns that Zevran fits right in among the nobility at the palace's annual spring salon. They're several dances in before Abby notices Anora, standing off to one side and calmly fending off requests to dance.

She isn't certain whether it's jealousy or a desire to see her queen smile, but Abby cuts in front of the growing line of eager young noblemen to take Anora's hand. Eyes never leaving Anora's, Abby kisses the back of her hand and asks for a dance.

FINGERTIPS
Things went smoothly in Ferelden until the Fade tears began showing up. Plagued with pleas for help, demands for answers, and calls for action, Abby and Anora were regularly stretched to their limits.

The first – and only – time Anora complained about the workload, Abby took a break from her own response and sat at the edge of Anora's desk, taking her hands in hers and squeezing them reassuringly before lightly pressing her lips to each of her fingertips.

SHOULDER
Early to bed, early to rise. The motto works well enough for Anora, not so much for Abby. When Anora wakes, the sun is just high enough to cast light through their bedroom window; just enough to illuminate Abby's peaceful face.

She won't wake her – the Warden is extremely touchy about her beauty rest – but Anora doesn't leave without a feather soft kiss to Abby's shoulder and a whispered good morning, though her gestures won't be reciprocated until it's nearly lunchtime.

COLLARBONE
What good is a ball if we don't get to scandalize some nobles? Anora disagrees, but Abby is insistent. The song isn't quite slow enough for the way they're dancing, but considering the amount of wine she's already had, Abby is more than content to simply sway in place, arms locked tight around Anora.

She leans down for a kiss – then another. Her lips trail lightly down Anora's jawline, placing careful, deliberate kisses along the way. She leans a bit further down, finding the queen's exposed collarbone and shoulder. Abby's affections are cut off prematurely as Anora reminds her that, no, they aren't there to cause a scene, and nobles are beginning to stare.

SPINE
The nightmares are common, but they worry Anora. Abby often wakes, heart pounding, chest heaving, in the middle of the night, curling up on the opposite side of the bed with her knees to her chest. She doesn't respond to Anora's questions, but her soft words and gentle kisses on Abby's bare back are almost always enough to calm her shaking.

THROAT
A book tumbles off the desk; Anora's eyes widen in surprise, but Abby manages a breathy laugh. You're too stressed, she'd told Anora. Let me help you relax. Obviously, Abby isn't doing a very good job. She grins and leans forward, lips seeking out Anora's with a new hunger. The queen's bare legs wrap tighter around Abby's waist as her hands wander, sliding down Anora's back. Anora pulls back, breathing heavily; as Abby catches her own breath, her lips move to Anora's throat and collarbone, covering her pale skin in light kisses.

STOMACH
The child isn't hers – the future prince's parents are Abby and Zevran. But that doesn't phase Anora in the slightest. Abby may roll her eyes, but never denies that she enjoys the afternoons she spends with Anora. The two queens sit together on their bed, often holding hands and simply enjoying a few moments alone, and Anora declares – rather dreamily – the circumstances under which they'll raise the child.

It's a side that Abby hadn't ever thought she'd see. But as Anora leaves, every afternoon, by placing the gentlest kiss on Abby's stomach, Abby can't hide a growing smile.