Anders had done his best to remain in his pretend-sleeping stage; although it seemed that Leliana had seen right through his knavery…
Curses! He should have said Andraste's breasts…or a brewd mother's… Wait. No! He didn't want that last image haunting him. Anders already had enough nightmares as it was!
His hand was lifted and pressed against something that was soft. Upon hearing her words, mage looked towards her. As any gentleman should have been, at the moment, to look more into Leliana's eyes, Anders was not. His sights had trailed along his arm, and then down to his hand where it rested over the Nightingale's right breast. Anders could feel the lump of nervousness in his throat; a solid form refusing to have went down, as he shifted his guided hold in order to cup the side of her breast in his hold.
"Leliana, you're drunk and I'm drunk—wow, they are perky…" He mumbled and moved his hand lightly to gently coax her breast more against his touch.
After a stolen moment of practically feeling her up, he sighed nervously still, and lifted his hand. Looking away, Anders retracted his hand gently back towards himself.
"Don't tease me like this. You're going to get involved with something you'll regret…and I don't want you hurt." He warned and suppressed a shudder.
As she laid there she wasn't expecting what she felt next. Her beating heart began to race against the palm of his hand, she sighed almost to catch more air within her body and to her lungs. Shortly after that, she felt a tightness start to over whelm her stomach. She really didn't think she would do such a thing. To either of them. Was Oghren actually right for once? Averting her eyes she looked to his hand a smiled then after a moment gazed back up to him.
A chuckle had passed through her lips when he spoke of them being perky. "Would you think they'd be anything but?" She questioned, arching her brow curiously to him. She tried her best to ignore his strokes of his hand against her, biting her lower lip in doing so. Finally she went to his first statement, hoping it would clear her head. "Really now? I thought we were both sober like two good chantry sisters."
When his hand had left her, she began to furrow her brows in slight disappointment. Any man she had made attempts at had never stopped. Dropping her hand to the bed she began drawing along the sheets with her index finger, as her emerald hues gazed upon that one spot as she listened to his words. Regret? Hurt? She knew those two words all too well, but deep down she felt there was something possibly different between them.
Reaching out with her arm extended out, she laid it over the Mage's waist as she began to pull herself closer to him. She rested her forehead onto his chest for a moment, allowing herself to collect her thoughts and calm her racing heart and breathing pattern. "You know..." She paused, as she began shifting her head up, her eyes gazing into his own as she began to reassure him with her words. "I don't believe you'll hurt me... I've had my good share of troubles. And I doubt you can surpass any of them."
She was making moves, guiding him more towards her and he whimpered slightly from the warmth she provided, resting against him. Leliana seemed so inviting and innocent; which was hardly the temptation that sought the mage, but instead it was her physical contact. She was so close, and Anders generally would have been quicker to escape if it were not for the drinks that stirred his need for that specific comfort. It was almost as if he was scared but made no attempts to have left her nor to have pushed her away.
"Please don't—" He started to protest until she was speaking to him again. Anders did listen, but his eyes had closed for the moment before looking into hers again. He reached up, resting his hand against her cheek.
"You've seen what I hide… And I don't have much control." He spoke softer, as though wary to have even confided that much. "I am too dangerous. Unpredictable. You do not want to tempt me."
His hand slid down Leliana's shoulder to rest down against her back. His eyes had fluttered down towards her lips once more. Anders could see the image in his mind, of kissing them; her tussled red hair lifting from her flushed face and tucked back against her ear. Anders's soft breath had left a clear indication of his restrained lust, but he tried to ignore the feeling.
Leliana began to close her eyes once again; her mind went elsewhere as the warmth of their bodies pressed against each other. She was taking advantage of this moment, not rushing it. As she never noticed how much she missed just being held. It was something she took for granted. And it had been far too long, maybe even years… She couldn't recall now.
She pressed her chin to his chest fluttering her eyes open showing her emerald hues which seemed to gleam from the little of lighting that was in that room. As a smile accompanied her features, she reached up and placed her hand to his cheek, her bare fingertips began to make soft and slow circular motions as she finally broke the silence to his protest. "You know... I won't make you do anything you don't want to."
But with no more than seconds later passing she dropped her hand from his cheek, slowly sliding it down his feathered shoulders, his armored chest, and stopping at his waist. Where she found herself fondling at his belt buckle. She hadn't undone anything because she could tell by his breathing he could hardly hold contain what he was hold onto now. And she did mean what she said and she didn't want to force him. She stayed in her spot on the bed that was until she propped her arm up, her hand holding her up in almost a slight hover over him. She began to lean into Anders as her lips met his rough cheek, and slowly traveled along his jawline and stopping at his ear. Her mouth separated, as she took in his ear lobe into her warm moist mouth and began to give it a little suckle, ending with a soft tug with her pearly whites. Her lips met his skin again, trailing now down his neck, and then she stopped again to lean back and look over Anders face to face once more.
Anders was still breathing a bit heavy as the closer Leliana drew towards him. Her words had spoken one thing but her actions were saying something completely different. It was all he could do to keep from reacting upon impulse. His arm had tightened, holding her body closer to him when felt her trailing her lips down his skin. She was warm and soft, everything Anders had yearned for when traveling through the harshly frozen tundra.
Leliana had reached his earlobe and continued to tease him in such forbidden manners that he found himself slowly surrendering. The slight groan of defeat escaped him as his hand slid from her back to rest at her hips. Anders grinded her more against him and pressed his hand firmly against the loops of her leathered buckling. Nimble fingers flipped open the snaps to Leliana's armor and Anders hand slid underneath to touch where the barrier of her clothing once prevented him.
When she had pulled back slightly, Anders was already turning his face towards her own and moved his lips to hers. However, his kiss was not as angelic as her first greeting to him was. It was hungry and needy; a kiss of passion calling for the touch of another. His tongue danced over Leliana's bottom lip before he initially seized her temptation for his own taking.
The warmth of his touch had halted Leliana in her tracks. She looked down for a moment, closing one eye to his touch. As small whimper escaped her lips. She began to shift her body around to where eventually her amour had fallen off of her. She used a free hand to toss the garments aside; next she began working on her boots. Kicking them off in no set area. Now laying in her under garments she began to look to Anders to begin at his several buckles again. Eventually loosening it and pulling it from their straps.
Her hands pressed against his hips and then traveled downward. At that moment she was taking a visualized memorization of every inch of his body while her fingers roamed about him. She stopped. At the lining of his under garments. Using her first two fingers she began to play along the lining, while her other hand caressed along his lower back regions.
When their lips met for the first time, her eyes had widened. In almost a shocked state she stayed there still as stone. After a moment had passed, she came back to reality. When his tongue started to slide across her lower lip. She parted her lips, and begun to press her soft lips to his own. Opening her mouth a little wider, to where she latched onto his lower lip playfully in return which lasted no more than a second if that. Her arms then reached out, wrapping around his neck. As she pulled him deeper into their kiss.
Anders slid his arm back over Leliana and rolled on top of him. He hardly noticed the struggle that she had with his belt buckle in comparison to how much fun she seemed to have had with teasing his clothing. It was nice to have that leather armor off from her though; giving themselves one less step of being able to actually feel each other's potential body heat. His arms were both able to wrap around her this time; fulfilling the lingering wish of holding her in this manner.
It was lust though; a dream pushed from the potential need of having another close to him and after drunk from honey and spices to ale, he was loose in expressions. He started to sit up; momentarily taking the time briefly to tug at Leliana's knees to bend some at his waist. If kept her sitting there, just still, perhaps it wouldn't have gone as far as his mind lingered of thinking. This was no more his flustered thoughts from the back of his mind rambling off in vain.
He reached up to his for his collar buckle, slipped the fastening loose and within a split second tucking his arms behind his back to remove the large feathered cloak. Lastly, the layered shirts and long-sleeved knitted undergarment had soon been removed from over his head. At last, he was able to slip his bare hands and arms up underneath Leliana's final loosened layer of clothing to touch her natural body heat with his own.
His lips continued to kiss her in the growing need, and somewhere in the middle of his gentle cuddling and caress over her sides and back, he had found himself rocking her hips slightly more in a rhythm against his growing bulge. Anders paused some when the realization fluttered to him.
A warm smile began to form on her lips as she sat back watching as Anders undressing himself. She began playing at his tummy when it was bare and there in the open taunting her. Her fingers outlined his abdomen, then her palms pressed against him again as they moved upward to his shoulders, and she leaned in. Her lips separating from one another and pressing against his neckline and shoulder. Her tongue pressed against his skin as she began to suck softly but also forcefully. When she pulled away a small smacking sound filled the small room, and what was left on his shoulder was a small red hint.
Leliana's body glided along his as the two were practically in sync with one another. She felt her breath rattling, and more difficult to keep up with. So she closed her eyes hoping to regain herself. The moment she felt him pressing against her, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Over time her own area had begun to moisten, and eventually seeped through her panties. Leliana's movements had continued to move but slower, and softer. But as Anders had stopped underneath her. She opened her eyes to look at him. She figured maybe he was sobering and was realizing what they was doing? Maybe.
Her body halted in her movements and she sat herself on him. Not minding the bulge that was pressing against her. As she began shifting her head to the side curiously, while catching her breath to speak. "Is... There something wrong? Did I do something wrong even?"
It was too much. His head was spinning, and giving the moment to pause did slip the mage more back into the present moment. Her words were even more ice into his wake-up call. Anders took the time to let the shivers between lust and senselessness slide through his spine. How he wanted so much, to have just arched against her; to have her body claim over him or to have had her taste on his tongue. There was so much his imagination could form and the alcohol in him left Anders nearly lucid enough to attempt it; …and yet…
Maker! What was he thinking? He was taking advantage of this woman! Drunk and irresponsible; despite them both having a few, it was Anders's ultimate decision and he saw that clearly.
"I'm… Maker, it is …difficult… to resist you." He accepted out loud, feeling his blush rise more to his cheeks and buried his face down into Leliana's breasts. He couldn't hide the erection building from himself; he practically pulled her on top of him sit on it. How shameless. Anders was almost certain that he felt she was damp over him in response to it too. It left him to idly ponder who had truly been the one to begin seducing whom…
She felt so warm in his arms; though, and her breasts were so inviting and soft. Leaving a slight regretted action from lifting his head from them, Anders straightened his neck to lightly kiss her forehead.
"Don't hate me…" He coaxed and started to lean back into the bed while loosening his hold from her, "…I'll break your heart, and I could not live with myself if I did something like that to yet another person."
The least she was expecting him to do was stop. So when he did, of course a pouty almost look to come over her appearance. She wanted to pull him back, have him kissing her again, them entangled with one another, she felt almost an urge brewing inside her. But the words she spoke just earlier passed through her thoughts. She said she wouldn't force anything upon him. And she meant it. He was too dear to her for her to lose him just because of her silly female emotions. So she didn't act upon them.
As Leliana sat there she listened to his words. In which made a small hint of red splash over her face. Reaching up she began to scratch at her cheek averting her eyes. It wasn't until she felt his cranium press against her breasts that made her look down upon him. A smile formed upon her lips as she laid her arms to rest on his shoulders and with her fingers she began to play with the locks of his loosened hair.
She followed Anders as he laid back on the bed. Her body ultimately colliding with his own. Her head shifted to the side, resting there as she began to listen to his racing heartbeat along with his words that echoed through his chest. "I could never hate you." She started finally picking herself back up, as both of her arms planted on each side of him. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you but you won't break my heart." She replied rather cheerfully, as she began to lean into him once more pressing her rosy lips against his. When she pulled away her eyes open up just slightly as she gazed up and through her eyelashes to him. "I just wish you didn't stop." She admitted with a sheepish smile.
His eyes were open when she kissed him again. His hands remained to rest at her waist for the time being. His mind had idly pondered to why he had even started. Anders shouldn't have, but he wouldn't voice it. Deep down, he knew that he wanted the feeling of being loved; even if it was only going to be brief. It came from how he was raised, of course; being neglected that emotion and looked upon like a creature rather than a person. Now, when others were willing to love him and accept him, he truly was the being that they should fear.
"I value meeting you… and I shouldn't have carried on like I did. But I know where this will lead, all too well. There is very little of me left inside of this body… so I cannot afford to lose what I already have from you." He gave a sad smile and reached up to hold her close. He turned his head slightly to breech his lips close towards her ear and whispered gently. "Still, you're going to make a man lust over you wherever you are."
It was more of a bantering tease, but turning lightly sober did bring that more out of him. He could come to terms with himself for kissing her, giving in to most of Leliana's caresses. However to have ended up actually bedding her, would have been something he'd probably punish himself over with a constant looming guilt. He had a mission, and that needed his highest priority.
He turned his head some, as if preparing for sleep, but he left his gentle hold around Leliana, if she wanted to remain there. Anders wouldn't reject from holding her, at least. It remained as a reminder that he would not leave her behind for as long as she would be willing to follow.
The last words he spoke to her made her want to reply with a confession. That confession being that she wanted him, and all of him. She wanted no other man to look at her in such a way especially of lust. She held back her words though, biting her lower lip in doing so. Maybe it was wrong of her, but it was what she felt. She didn't care what others would believe or think for that matter even.
She watched as he began to go to a rest. She slowly followed, resting her temple onto his sternum. Her arms wrapped from behind him, holding him by the shoulders as she begun to close her eyes and drift off to sleep.
To her surprise her slumber didn't last probably no more than thirty minutes. Popping her eyes open, she looked around frantically. Seeing she was still cradled into Anders muscular physique. She smiled, but the thing that thought or dream per-say that woke her up replayed in her mind. It was of them making love. She tried to shake it but her urges had overcome her. She had already begun releasing herself from Anders hold, carefully placing his arms to his sides not to wake him. With her hands she slowly shifted downward and stopped at his manhood. She looked up, her curious to see if he awoke. Seeing as he hadn't, she didn't hesitate any longer, as her fingertips pulled back his piece of garment freeing his member.
Her hand wrapped around him, as her eyes still glued to him. Finally she took the bold move and grew with confidence and parted her lips as she allowed him to glide in. At first she sucked lightly on the tip, and with her tongue she played with the tip flicking her tongue on the head of his penis. After another moment, and if Anders hadn't awoken yet and found what she was doing. She would engulf him fully into her, while her tongue massaged his base in soft and swift movements of bobbing her head.
Anders had stirred some from his sleep, but even as he stirred, he felt that he didn't want to awake from his dream just yet. His body felt as if it was being tugged from the fabric of the Fade, and going to sleep with an already prepared hard-on was bound to have left some pretty erotic fantasies. Soon he was warm all over and his eyes started to flutter open. The mage reached up to rub his eyes, and finding that he –for some reason –had been holding his breath a little. Looking down, he saw Leliana over him and Anders quickly dipped his head back against the pillow once more.
He couldn't tell if this was just a dream on top of a dream, or if this moment really had been happening. It almost left him scared to have made a noise, but the strangled moan would not remain in its prison for long. Her mouth over him was too experienced, and the tricks she did with her tongue drove him senseless. Anders did moan at last, gripping the sheets tight between his fingers and closing his eyes back again.
"Le—Leliana…?" He gasped and fought down the urge to have arched himself further into her mouth. With his head dipped back and his arm thrashing up to cover his eyes, his surprised moans would not stop themselves. "Oh, Maker…! …Maker, please—"
Anders didn't know what he was pleading to at the time, though. His breathing was fast, and he tried to have mentally fought from his condition, but there was no turning back. Anders already had a stiff member even before Leliana's recent experiment. Turning his head towards her ankles, Anders opened his eyes and reached outward. He grasped her slender leg and started to position her more gently on top of him.
"Maker, woman…" He moaned once more, slipping off her undergarments about halfway down her thighs and tilted his lips up towards her mound.
His tongue glided along her clit a few times before rhythmically pulsing against it. He tried to time his motions against Leliana's over him, as a more signaled way of indicating just how fast or slow she would have preferred. It was clear from then he couldn't keep himself from acting on his fantasies of her.
Leliana's hand ran over his side, giving soft circular motions with her fingertips. She began to close her eyes, while her other hand still wrapped around his member. Giving soft strokes which sped up rather quickly after each movement of her hand and mouth that surrounded him. When his broken words filled her ears she began to release Anders, to glance over her shoulder to him. She smiled her devious smile she got when she knew she was doing something she wasn't really supposed to be doing. But he wasn't arguing so she didn't stop. "Yes Anders?" She questioned, not waiting for a reply as she dropped her head back down to the tip of his erect penis. With separating her lips, she began nipping playfully at the tip of him, followed by a suckle which lasted only a few seconds. Until she did it a few times more, and once again taking him in once more.
She enjoyed hearing his gasps for air and ongoing moans. This put a sly smile on the bards face even while she was busy tending to him. When she felt the sudden movement of her panties be slid aside. Her actions stopped if for a moment when his lips met her own area. Through muffled moans rumbling deep within the back of her throat she began to shake it. Or at least try. And picked up where she last left off.
Her hand began sliding down him, her index and thumb holding him in place in her mouth as she continued her vigorous movements and attempts to please him. But with her other free three fingers she let travel further downward. Grasping lighting onto his sack, her fingers played and massaged with the soft yet tightness of his balls. She wondered how long it had been since he had relived himself, him being a firm as he was. Taking a moment she braced herself through her own moans, and begun to suck even harder than before. Her mind set on making him release.
Anders was trying to keep in himself paced, but the more attempts the bard pulled over him the less control he had. His hands traveled over her back and moved to massage Leliana's sides. His mouth was over her mound still, leaving warmed kisses and tender licks. Anders tasted her soon, dipping his tongue more towards into her and gliding it up along her inner walls. However, when she became more vigilant in her actions, it was all he could have done to turn his head away and replace his tongue with his fingers instead.
"Don't stop… Oh, Maker, don't stop…" He breathed before tilting his head more towards his pillow.
Fevered, he tried to find the areas that pleased Leliana the most in return, but his mind was so hazed, that his quick massaging was all over the place. It really had been too long since Anders had even the time to tend to his own needs—which mostly had led to his complete compliance in that moment. How cruel would it to have been for the both of them if he somehow even managed to struggle against it. Anders certainly didn't want that to happen anymore than Leliana apparently did.
"I can't… hold on much longer if you—" He started to speak from an exasperated breath and reached towards her, trying to tilt her chin away.
It wouldn't have been gentleman-like, if he hadn't gave some form of warning. With his hand covering over his shaft securely, Anders had finally plunged his head backwards into the pillow for his release. His left arm remained tight around Leliana's back, and though he was quivering upon his climax, somehow he had remained arched slightly from the air.
His moan for her was loud, loud enough to cause the door to open from a rather abrupt redheaded dwarf. His hand rested on the doorknob as he started to walk in with a small ax being held in his other hand.
"What in the Ancestors' names is going on?" Oghren started to call and then soon his guard was let back down; replaced with a rather cheesy grin if he ever had cheese. "Oh! Hey, isn't she supposed to be the one shouting in this picture?"
Slightly mortified, (and rather in one fell swoop to his right), Anders quickly exposed his spent-covered hand towards Oghren's direction and let loose a gravity spell to push the dwarf back outside and shut the door. Oghren tumbled and rolled over the floor and back into the hallway, landing upside down as his clear image before the door was closed. Anders remained limp for the moment (in more ways than one) and paused in his huffing and puffing to catch his breath.
"Maker's breath…" He exasperated, uncertain even to himself at the moment of what exactly. Perhaps at everything...
He looked back over towards Leliana's womanhood and started finish what was started. Anders couldn't leave her in as much of a wound-up state as he was before going to bed. At least now, he was able to concentrate more, and to learn of which areas she enjoyed receiving pleasure.
She didn't want him to stop, the feeling of him, even his fingers inside her felt so good to her. Her gasping and thrashing around as she did showed this was true. She fluttered open her hazy eyes as he spoke of not being able to hold on. Brought her to begin to release him from her lips giving one last suck to the tip, like one would do to a lollipop. While her hand though had stayed and continued its massaging of his shaft until he eventually released.
She laid there for a moment, not expecting one to run in as Oghren did. She ducked down in an automatic reaction. Not wanting to dwarf to see her, it was one thing to hear what she was doing, but another to see her body.
Leliana looked back and forth between the door and Anders as it was shut. A chuckle passed through her lips, as not even seconds later at his words spoken. "I think you've said maker about a hundred times tonight." She said, as she began shifting her body around to where she now laid facing him face to face. Her body still rested on his peacefully and happily on a job well done. She was about to close her eyes that was until she felt Anders going at it again. Her body jerked from the sudden-ness and shock of it all over again. With her hands she reached over placing them in his mane of hair, wrapping his locks in between her fingers. Her moans didn't cease, as they now began filling the room. She could feel the pulsating of clitoris wanting more. Her hips shifted upwards, and she begun to she close her eyes as she panted out his name in broken words. "A-An-Anders..."
"A naughty Nightingale, aren't you?" Anders growled in a teased more-so, finding that his grin had broadened when she called out his name so quickly. His left hand moved towards sliding up Leliana's upper undergarments to reveal her breasts to him. "…Trying to conform me into a Loyalist when I haven't even had these."
It was surely a role-played line, and a bad one, but it was one he could make jokes with. That is –at least -if she was to tease him for all his calls to the Maker. The fingertips of his right hand dispersed small jolts of warmth and electricity; nothing to any stage that would do even the slightest of harm, but strictly for pulsating and a quickened pace of pleasure. He kissed at her breasts, suckling the first nipple available to him and gliding his left hand more down along her body.
It was… rather unfair to have been caught off guard like that; though Anders was in no position to complain. He was just not about to have his spent chance rob him from proving how much better it would be for other positions.
Her soft chuckle passed through her lips at his words which ended so quickly as she began to toss her head back into the pillows behind. She tried desperately to muffle her moans by placing her hand over her lips and biting onto her index finger. This was one sensation she had never felt before. Maybe she should have bedded a mage sooner if it always had felt this exciting. She thought.
"I think... You're trying to kill me." She joked as she watched him. Her emerald hues seemed to darken in the room, as they filled with desire. His touch was memorizing, the heat radiating from his fingertips sent erotic shivers racing up and down her spine. She wanted more of him, all of him. A small whimper hummed through her lips showing this.
Her arms finally dropped from her once shielded face, and with her hands she grasped underneath his shoulders as if to begin pulling him up towards her or her down towards him which ever came first. When she readjusted herself, her body began to grind against his cock. Her eyes locked onto his lips as one finger traced over the lining of them. "I would have never thought an apostate would be so good in bed... And we've just started." She joked, her eyes shifting up to gaze into his. Her arms reached out, one resting around his mid-section, and the other around his neck as the palm of her hand began to bring him into a warm kiss. Separating her lips, her tongue began to slowly sneak out of its prison to press against his lips. Gently forcing its way into his own mouth, if he allowed her to do so. Her coaxing tongue fighting against his own in a small short battle, followed by a slower motion. Her moist petals massaging deeply against his own tongue in a slow rhythmic motion.
When she had rolled back on top of him to continue grinding her hips against his own. Anders couldn't help but to have grinned and gave a small moan of approval when he felt her moving over him. This had caused his hands to shift from around her since they had been tossing and turning for while in the bed. As Leliana offered her lips to him in her kiss, he couldn't deny in his return to her. The yearning to have continued was causing his girth to reform. He was arching more against her by now and giving in to every lust filled touch she had tempted him with.
"Well, mages do have magic fingers." He teased, gripping her waist a bit more firmly.
From everywhere that his hands had roamed over her, Anders concentrated on his warmth to pulls through her body. Though, he didn't really give much of a warning upon slipping inside her completely. He knew she had been ready for him by now; and it was a little payback for starting him off early after so much foreplay. Reaching up, his arms slid towards her back, and in between sighs and small gasps, Anders was trailing his kisses from her mouth and down to her neck.
Her eyes became glossy, in which made her close them in return. She wasn't expecting to feel him enter her just yet. She figured he would put up a harder fight. But he was a man, and men had needs. She tried to fight back the sharp breath that tried desperately to escape her lips. But failed, as her cries out for him filled the room.
She began spreading her slender legs further out on the sides of him, and with leaning forward, resting her bare chest to his she began to make slow, soft movements with her body. The feeling was like anything she felt. It was angelic to her. Her slow, and teasing movements continued for a moment longer. That was until she couldn't handle it any longer, and she began picking up her grinding motion, increasing her speed to one she could hardly hang onto. She kept at this pacing as long as she could, through groans and moans filling her mind that then escaped her lips.
Reaching out she took one of his hands, grasping onto it and bringing it to her lips. She laid a small kiss upon the palm and then trailed little quick kisses til she reached the tips of his fingers, kissing each one. She slowed her pace to a steady stop, and with a smile she released his hand for him to lay it where he wished. Her hands traveled down his sides, and with her legs she began tightening around his waist. Her body then began shifting to turn, in attempt now to pull him on top of her. For him to have control this time. Her small hands would clasp behind his neck, and her legs spread and wrapped around his waist as she lifted herself up to place a kiss on his lips. That trailed down his neck, and stopped near his shoulder as she softly bit into his shoulder teasingly.
He couldn't keep his back from arching with each movement that collided into him. It wasn't just her being in control for the most part, when he was on his back; he was adding participation to the act as well. She was so tight around him and the scent of sweat and sex was thick in the air. Anders hadn't realized how much he had missed any of this until he was actually involved. It was the feeling of being alive, and the reminder that he was just as human as those around him. And of liberation more than even the lust he was drowning into...
He whimpered some as Leliana had taken his hand and started to become a little more controlled with her movements. It was a sweet torture that kept him from crying out. He heard her voice playing a gentle melody he only hoped to remember the next morning. With his free hand he reached out to cup one of her breasts and watched the rise and fall of her breath.
When he was rolled over, and found himself on top, there wasn't many signals he would have needed to continue. In a way, he was a little grateful to have been given the control instead. His pace wasn't as slow, since from all he had learned –mostly from his life in the Circle—speed was more important. (Nobody wanted to get caught.) So, this act mostly came out of a force of habit. This was not a fault; though, for he also had learned to listen to the body; and holding back generally was something he was good at doing—when awake that is.
Anders hiked up one of Leliana's legs over his shoulder and continued to thrust into her a slightly faster pace than she had given to him. He was breathing hard and kissing her neck every fourth thrust in between.
Her whimpers of ecstasy filled the room. She knew in the back of her mind that the others in the tavern could probably hear her cries. She didn't care though. She wanted Anders ears to be filled with the pleasure he was putting fourth into her. She began arching her back once more, pressing her erect nipples to his chest as she attempted to gasp for more air to be brought into her lungs. Her arms traveled up his forearms and to his shoulders until her fingers had intertwined with his golden locks of hair. She gave a soft and gentle tug and through her broken, rattled breathing she lifted her head to latch her lips around his. Giving a kiss, ending by a soft suck to his pouty lip.
When he tossed a leg over his shoulder, she couldn't help but feel helpless. Her body laid there motionless for a second, her hands clenching onto the soiled sheets from either the sweat or fluids of their own that seeped out of them. Her inner walls began tightening, she flinched her eyes shut if for a moment. Trying to stop what was going to come next. No. She whispered in her mind, as her head was thrown back to the pillows. "I don't know how much longer I will be able to hold on." She admitted her hand raising up, to cup the side of his features, a smile forming on her lips.
Again the same feeling serged through her body, causing her to take advantage of what time was left of this moment, and she began thrusting her hips along with his. (or as best she could) Determined to make this the best, for the both of them. It wasn't even moments later that her body had finally gave into the pleasure, a ray of warmth splashed over her body. Causing her body to freeze not able to move from her warm fluids filling inside her. At last a final moan with a slight whimper had ultimately forced out of her lips.
Anders had tilted his mouth more towards Leliana's hand when she reached up to touch his cheek. He kissed the palm without thinking much to it, other than enjoying every sound she gave for him. He could feel her starting to take more control towards her end. Her inner walls were tightening around him like a vice and he had startle to buckle from it. Her stamina and determination were encourage-able but Anders hadn't really planned on allowing himself the comfort for a second time. This had meant to have been strictly for Leliana's pleasure, and that was how his lightly intoxication saw it.
However he was driving down into her a little too deep, rocking against the pleasurable hotspot, he knew all too well of acing upon; and the more he attempted of pulling farther back, the less it was achieved. The sounds of the bed were creaking, and the wooden legs were starting to sway. The mage hadn't really taken much consideration of how sturdy their current furniture was either. Suddenly, a loud crack was heard and the heavy feeling of gravity pulled the bed, Leliana, and Anders all downward. Anders only had the split second to release Leliana's leg in order to avoid an awkward injury—but it was accomplished.
But in that moment, the landing was too blissful, and due to the sudden surprise, Anders couldn't hold back anymore. He was plunged deep into her, climaxing so well that he couldn't think of the true cause. Anders had moaned low near her ear and braced his forehead against the pillow. For that moment, he just didn't want to move or think.
"Leliana…" He spoke after a while, a bit groggy. Tightening every muscle he had, and enjoying the small exquisite pleasure he had of being inside of her before slightly propping himself back up against his elbows to actually look down at her. His brown eyes were still a bit widened from the surprise and he looked back towards hers. "A-Are you alright?"
She hadn't taken much thought when the bed had seemed to be rocking as easily as it was. So when it had broken, causing the two to fall a frightened yelp escaped her lips. She swung her leg around Anders to brace herself from any kind of fall, while shutting her eyes tightly which didn't last no more than a second as he had thrust deeper into her from the fall. Thus making a second wave of shivers be sent through her body. Her frame began trembling against his own. She kept the silence between them while catching her breath.
She looked up to Anders when he spoke her name, the same goosebumps still laid across her body. Making her cuddle in closer to him. Her arms wrapped around his torso. As she nudged her forehead into his chest as she took in his aromas. "I'm fine." She responded, then she shook her head left to right for a moment. "No... I'm great." She laid a kiss upon his chest, then pulling back her eyes began to meet his again. "What about you?" She asked curiously as she began raising her hand up to him and with a single finger she tapped the tip of his nose playfully as a smirk began to play upon her lips. "I believe I got you twice?" She teased, in a finishing sentence to raise up to fingers wiggling them around playfully. "Err... But what are we going to do about this bed... And mess...? I'm sure some dwarf is going to kick your apostate ass." She said in a kidding tone, her hand raising up to caresses the side of his cheek.
"Oh, yes…I'm wonderful." He breathed, carrying probably the proudest smirk an apostate could after such an ordeal. Though he blinked some upon her question of how many times she had "got" him; which wasn't something he could deny, obviously. Still his eyebrow had lifted some playfully in return. "But you seduced me… Is that really one to be counted it?"
He carefully started to move out from Leliana by then, but remained to hover over her frame a bit longer. His knees and arms were surprisingly sore from the drop, but he was too tired to even pay attention to whichever parts that reprimanded his irrationally untamed behavior. Then again, with two grown adults on one smaller dwarven bed, what else could have been expected to happen?
Anders lightly kissed Leliana's lips before rolling away to the other side of the bed once her pondering questions were asked. "I don't think dwarves can kick that high."
"But 'we' are not going to worry about it because ultimately it will be on Stroud's tab. Not really Sigrun's or Oghren's… If anything, it would be a compliment and it Oghren's willing to steal bragging rights for breaking a bed—of which I'm sure he would be—then I say, let him." He continued and then turned his attention towards shaking the green blanket free from the dust, in order to pull it up towards himself and Leliana to tuck in for the night.
"We just have to sneak out in a few more hours and continue heading North underground. I would rather wish to avoid the remaining Grey Wardens here, anyway."
"Me... Seduce you?" She teased, sticking her tongue out just slightly in her tease as she gave a wink of her eye. "I would never do such a thing... After all did you really expect me to stop?" She asked curiously, as she took her two fingers and began walking them upon the bareness of his chest.
Flinching one of her eyes she started to begin to feel the length of him release from her. Making their one bodies become their own once more, she leaned into their kiss softly returning it. Once reopening her eyes she looked to the blanket, tucking it around her body after she found herself wrapping her arms around him in whichever way she could, followed by her legs tangling with his own, as she used him as her own little body heater.
She began to close her eyes, feeling herself drift off to sleep. But before she fell to her deep slumber she found herself muttering. "Great undergrounds usually means dark spawn." Yawning she nuzzled the tip of her nose into his chest as she had finally drifted off to sleep for the few hours that were given.
Fluttering her eyes open Leliana had found herself stretching in Anders arms. She began to look around, feeling a bit woozy still from their activities earlier not to mention the few drinks they had. Taking a moment, Leliana began to snake out of Anders grasp (if he were holding her) and begin to stand to her feet. With her nakedness trailing about the room, she walked back and forth gathering her belonging, organizing who's was who's and when that was settled she began getting dressed.
Looking over her shoulder, as she put her last gantlet on, Leliana let out a soft sigh followed by a giggle of some sorts. She picked up her pace once more as she skipped over to Anders side and with a few feet separating the two she sat down in a kneeling position, as she sat there watching him sleep. She remembered him saying something about wanting to leave in a few hours. But she could tell just by the way he laid there that he was exhausted. So she decided to let him sleep. And she would watch over him. Even if it was for a little longer than her slumber.