Anders reluctantly started to move some as Leliana began to get out of bed. Her soft kisses was returned, though sleepily, as the mage attempted to give a half-effort in trying to piece together what she was talking about. Such things were difficult to do when one wanted sleep. She had apparently heard someone at the door.
Someone at the door…
He didn't really hear until Aragorn had spoken again. That was when his eyes opened wide. He heard the voice distinctly familiar as well. The Grey Warden Commander—his Commander; and possibly his murderer! Anders quickly shot up from the bed just as his trousers were tossed to him. That was right—he wasn't wearing pants anymore! He felt like he was sneaking out of the bed of farmer's daughter; trying to avoid a being castrated for the unthinkable.
Anders had to remain calm and to think; but the action wasn't going to happen anytime soon. All the while between jumping into the jeans, fastening the loops, and zipping the inseam (putting on pants never seems as tedious unless you're running for your life), the same image of the man being angered at him remained vivid in his mind.
"Damn, damn, DAMN, damn, damn…!" The curse word in the middle was the moment Anders had turned and stubbed his toe on the near-by chair. He looked towards the window—possibly his only escape and started to rush towards it.
Hearing the door open, left Anders in his mid-escape: hanging halfway out of the window by now and sitting on the windowsill backwards. His eyes were still widened with fright upon seeing the man practically a threshold away from the bedroom.
However, Aragorn didn't seem angered; not like the last time he remembered him. That didn't mean he trusted him anymore; though, because the man was still a Grey Warden first and a friend second. Aragorn had to be for the sake of Ferelden; for Thedas… and such a concept was something that Anders understood all too well.
So after the frozen look of surprise; the wide nervous smile of the guilty imp was formed. Anders gulped some a little nervous, but still managed to find his voice to speak. "C-Commander! Heh… Long time; no see… I was just-…enjoying the view!"
He turned quickly, smiling towards the clouds from the other side, and began to realize that he wasn't attempting to escape from a first floor window. He was actually a few stories up, but Anders didn't know how many.
"Wow! Look at that view!" He said in a double fit of surprise and quickly looked back to him once more.
He listened some, and after a moment, shifted his weight back onto his hands in order to keep a tight grip on the windowsill. The mage started to relax some, after a while, when it became rather clear that he was not out to kill him on sight—at least not this time. No matter how many close calls or false alarms Anders gets, he would always be high-strung around Grey Wardens and express a very sour discontentment around Templars.
However, when the term "Champion" had crossed Aragorn's lips, the slight fear was revitalized. He raised his arms up quickly and started to shake them away in a harsh body-lingual refusal to show just how negative of a topic that was for him.
"Oh, NO! Andraste's-AH!" Which was all that was heard before Anders lost his balance from the window and fell nearly halfway out. The only thing that was keeping him still hanging was his knees which immediately locked against the side of the wall so that he wouldn't fall out after all.
Anders's eyes were wide, staring down at the ground below, and seeing a very – very long drop. It had to have been at least ten stories high! The wind had never felt so cold than when it did just then; threatening to take his body with it. Only Anders couldn't fly. He would plummet straight to the ground; and break his neck. He was well aware of his mortality; especially right then.
"I …REALLY…should have thought this through!" He found himself shouting as his arms flailed helpless for a split second. The shock was still subsiding through him; and it would until he found a way to get back up and inside of the room safely. "By the Maker! She'll kill me still!"
Aragorn arched a curious brow as Anders spoke of the view. He couldn't happen to hide the mischievous smirk on his lips as he began to cross his arms and part his lips. "A view yes. But it seems as if you've had a better one in this room." The Warden joked, as he put his eyes on Leliana. How he wanted to go over there and just give the mage a little push. Just to scare him a little further off the edge of breaking before him. It kind of humored him to see Anders at this state.
Leliana turned a shoulder and began walking into the room. When she did, she saw what Anders had been doing. She blinked a few times out of shock. What was he trying to do? Kill himself? "Anders! Get your butt back in here!" She demanded, but it was too late. As he began losing his grip and slid out out and over the windowsill.
Both the Warden and Leliana lunged forward. But the Warden ceased seeing his leg still wrapped around the inner wall. Leliana though hadn't stopped as she ran over to his side, her arm wrapping around his as she gave a tug once he was back upon the windowsill to bring him back into room.
"Maybe I should come and bother you uninvited more often." The Warden began to suggest, with a smile playing upon his lips. Which had only lasted until he saw the angered look on Leliana's features. "Err, right… Sorry."
Taking a step back, Leliana had wondered why Aragorn had come all this way to ask about the Champion, Naomi… What plans did he have for her; obviously he wouldn't be seeking her out otherwise, right? "Why are you looking for her?"
Aragorn looked to Leliana, and when she had said 'her', he knew exactly of whom she was speaking of. "Because." He began with a pause. "The king asked me too. It doesn't involve you, just Anders and I for now…" He replied in a plain tone of voice.
This brought Leliana to huff, and cross her arms over her frame. The warden could be a real jerk when he wanted too. Though he meant no harm by it, she still couldn't help but feel frustrated as she trailed over to a seat, sitting down.
"Now… Anders…" The Warden began to ask, his words were calm and welcoming as he didn't want him to be frightened and try and almost accidentally kill himself once more. "Where is she? I need to find her… We all know you had relations with her, and I wouldn't ask you if I didn't have too. Cause trust me, seeing you again just makes me want to turn you in—"
"Hey!" Leliana shouted from behind.
"Sorry, but it's true. He has done heinous crimes… Ones he should be punished for. But… We are in Tevinter, and I really don't want to have his blood on my hands while I'm here… And I'm in Alexander's home which would even make it even a bigger boo boo… But for now, I need the mages help. Alistair is counting on this Champion hoping she can aid us."
Being pulled back into the room was a great relief for the mage. He felt his chest almost hyperventilate before he tried to force his breathing to remain at a steady and slow rhythm. His eyes shifted towards Leliana; watching as she had turned her curiosity more towards Aragorn for the time being – which in its own right prevented him from clinging to her at that very moment.
Strangely, appearing like a motherless child, would have been even more embarrassing than falling to his death right then. Perhaps it was because Aragorn still intimidated Anders a little. The mage did feel that if his Commander really tried, he probably could take Leliana away from him. There were so many ways he could be/should be viewed as an enemy that it was unreal…
He was lost in his thoughts for the moment, but his glances back and forth towards Aragorn and Leliana both had tried to show that he had been listening the entire time. Anders understood as much as he felt that he needed too; at least. Aragorn was looking for Naomi, and he was trying to do so through the wills and good graces under Tevinter's toes. This was the wisest option because in these lands it would have been a crime of huge proportions to enslave, kill, or 'kidnap' a mage; and especially their army's spokesperson: 'Anders of the Anderfels.'
It was a bit flashy for the mage to get use to; but Anders didn't choose the name. It was what the people here had chosen for him. Here, they idolized him and the 'Mage Army' as the Tevinter Templars had so callously put it, was slowly growing in number every day. Odd enough, Anders really didn't have to be in the Front Lines of anything though.
Alexander took a great pride in enforcing the ranks and planning strategies. He pampered Anders into being the spokesperson since he claimed that Anders had already done enough to contribute to his cause. Now, for Anders (at least) it was all in waiting for the right moment. Despite everything that remained in his favor, Anders didn't feel confident in the slightest. He frowned some with the choice of words Aragorn had used about Alistair needing Naomi's support in something.
"He's going to be disappointed." Anders answered after a while and turned towards the chair that had his shirt. Though he did pause briefly; raising his right arm high into the air only to drop it backwards and thumb his indication to the large ugly scar on his back.
"And that's why."
Afterwards, his arm relaxed and he moved to pull the shirt up and over, in his process of putting it on. Turning back around to face them both, Anders smiled in his growing sarcastic tone and began to fold his arms.
"Is this a sick joke? Why remind me of her now? To fight against Orlais? …Or is it darkspawn again?" He paused for the moment and reached up rubbing his forehead a bit and momentarily closed his eyes. "Wait… That was a bit uncalled for from me. I'm sorry… It's just; … To me it seems the only time people want to be around mages is when they need their aid. She saw it to, but it was probably the only thing she ever saw."
He sighed, trying to push her out of his mind, and mentally cursing the Aragorn for putting her in there to begin with. Reaching down, he folded his arms and looked back towards him again.
"Anyway…" He spoke with a proud tilt to his head, "Why are you asking me for? I don't keep tabs on her nearly half as much as I use to, and besides, you and King Alistair both know where she is already."
Aragorn looked to the scar that Anders had pointed out to him… He was caught off guard at first of course. Than he began piecing together everything. Oh yes he destroyed the chantry. He began to say in the back of his mind. What he didn't understand though was why, since he knew from what little facts Alistair gave him was that she was a mage just as Anders, and just sending him away would of been much easier instead of leaving him with this scar. Possibly it was there for a painful reminder? He thought. Though it wasn't his problem nor place. His eyes had left the scar and began to shrug his shoulders. "Looks like you pissed her off… Hasn't anyone ever told you to never get on the bad side of a woman?" He asked rather curiously, though he meant not to.
Finally after all this time Leliana got a clue of where that scar came from. She stared at the spot from the corner of her socket until it was no longer for the eye to see, by him covering himself. The rouge couldn't help but be surprised that she had stabbed him. When she heard and seen the Champion, or Naomi as she hated titles for more than one reason, she just seemed friendly. But Anders had a knack of getting himself in trouble… But stabbing? It was one thing she couldn't fathom to do.
The Warden took a few step in, bringing himself close to the mage-former-warden. He wasn't shocked by Anders out lash, instead he just listened. He knew he was asking a lot, now that he knew a bit more of this past he had with Naomi. "Well we were seeking her help for hopefully both… At least that's what I believe." He replied, as he began reaching up to rub the nape of his neck. He hated being what seemed like a messenger boy for the king. Asking and then relaying messages for the king. But he knew he had a duty, whether he liked it or not. And a war was quickly coming to their doorstep. One no one could turn a blind eye to.
"Ugh it's just…" He began with a pause. "The king thinks since she was once Ferelden that she would come back, and help… I on the other hand… I do not." Aragorn sighed in what seemed defeat. "Or maybe it's because I wish not to be searching for a woman when I could possibly be back at the lands of Ferelden defending it."
He hated the thought of his home land being attacked in his departure. But there was little he could do now. And in the far back of his mind he knew that Alistair had great Wardens still at his disposal if need be on top of a large army. "Alistair hadn't told me she still resided in Kirkwall, which is why I came here. Well that and I was hoping… That you and Fenris would come with me… To hopefully help me in convincing this woman to aid Ferelden. I am just one man; I doubt she'll listen to me alone… But I understand if you decide not to go, seeing as you two seem to have a rocky history?"
"That's… one way to put it." Anders started to laugh and poked at him in a jestering manner. "You sly dog! You almost had me going there for a moment. To think that you thought I would…"
After a while of noticing that Aragorn hadn't even cracked a smile back this time, Anders's laughter had started to slow down. He paused momentarily, seeing no expressional changes what so ever. In turn, Anders reared back a step, but his arm extended out in his pointing at him.
"You're really serious, aren't you?" He questioned and then raised both arms up in a mild panic. "Maker! What's Thedas coming to? A Tainted God reeking havoc?"
He sighed and turned away, beginning to pace. Anders knew he probably seemed a tad more overly dramatic than needed – but he 'knew' Naomi; and he knew how she would react if she ever saw his face in public.
" No. Oh, no-no-no-no-no!" He denied, shaking his head numerous times and then held up left hand as he started to count off the reasons the entire suggestion was a bad idea.
"I can't work alongside Fenris. He's eternally cross with me, and I would rather be hit than to hear one more uneducated reason for the mage's oppression. Plus, the Starkhaven Templars know by now I'm still alive. King Sebastian has to either be stupid or very conniving if he doesn't send out troops the minute we leave Tevinter soil… And even if we somehow make it to Kirkwall without tearing each other's heads off in the process, that woman will STILL kill me. If she sees me, I am dead! I'll be dead—and-if-I'm not then-then-then, I'll kill her!"
He paused for a moment, staring at the stone wall in front of him before turning back towards Aragorn and Leliana once more. His shoulders shrugged in a helpless manner. "Well, technically, Justice might kill her before I get the nerve—but-but-it can happen….! So, in the best intentions of everyone here…Yeah, I'm going to go with no-o-o—and just sit this one out."
"Oh stop being an over dramatic drama queen Anders." Aragorn spouted out after he began to refuse to go. He never asked for the mages help and it didn't kill him or turn him over on their travels with Isabela… So he owed him greatly. Even if all these people were out for the mages head. He wouldn't allow such a thing to happen, now would he. Even though it would easily get him out of the way. He still wouldn't, he couldn't for Leliana's sake.
"Anders." The warden commanded in attempt to grab his attention. "I know you can get along with Fenris. After all you had too when you were with the Champion…"
Leliana looked between the two men. Rather curious as to how this outcome would be. When the Warden looked to her for some kind of help or to actually have a say in the matter, she began to stand from the chair and brought herself over to Anders. After a moment of staring into his eyes, she turned around to face the Warden. "Fine…"
"Fine?" Repeated the Warden in a questionable tone.
"We'll go…" Leliana tensed her eyes shut for a moment expecting Anders to have a melt down before her.
Aragorn nodded his head. Not caring who confirmed it as long as they would be traveling with him. "Good… I'll leave you two then… To get ready… And… Talk." Turning on his heels the Warden began to walk to the door, but before retiring for the mean time he looked back to the mage. "And don't worry. As long as you keep Justice under wraps I won't turn you in, that easy… Okay?" He joked, but his words were as true as anything. As he really didn't want to deal with his spirit.
Once it was just the two of them again, Leliana kept silent. Awaiting the ridicule that was to come her way. To avoid it from happening right away she walked away from Anders and went to her clothes which had fallen off the bed and to the floor. Picking them up and laying them on the bed once more. "Before you say anything… Don't you think you and Naomi should mend what is broken? So you both don't despise each other until your dying days?"
More so out of instinct, rather than the intimidation, Anders was quickly pulled up to a high attention when the Warden Commander had addressed his name forthright. Afterwards, of course, his brown eyes glanced away as to mentally curse himself for complying even that quickly, but he was listening to him still. He may have spoken the truth, but that didn't mean Anders enjoyed it any more-so.
His attention was later drawn towards Leliana who had seemed to be searching for something else from the mage. Anders couldn't determine what it was. If it was to see if there was any small silent plea for a push; there obviously was none. So, when the rogue had abruptly turned away and signed off his fate, Anders had done a little more than wince.
"Fine?" He questioned nearly at the same time Aragorn had, but the mage's tone was slightly more frantic.
It was at that sudden moment, Anders had felt a little faint. He was wobbling; uncertain if he could still stand or sit. The only thing jolting him back to his consciousness was Aragorn's parting words in concerns with Justice. Whether it was meant to be left as a joke or not, it still caused shuddering chills to coarse down Anders's spine.
"You—" His eyes glanced over towards Leliana, turning slightly and point at her accusingly. However, he couldn't finish, and ended up withdrawing rather quickly since had to turn and follow her. Anders blinked; somewhat in a mild state of shock from listening to her reasons of making the choice for him.
So this was about 'forgiveness' then? Did Leliana believe that somewhere, deep down Anders wanted to make amends but was too stubborn to admit to it for some reason? If that was it, then she was certainly mistaken—and of that, Anders was already certain. He had been certain of this well over the he had spent away from Kirkwall thus far; and he was certain that the "Champion of Kirkwall" felt just as mutual about the sullied issue.
"There is no 'mending' of what's been done, Leliana—the milk has been spilt. Let it rot!" His tone turned increasingly dark without, hardly even realizing of it. Anders reached for her and turned her around to face him. "Why are here? Why did I insist to travel this far away? Leliana, everything I do, I do for a reason. You know this; …and if I can't achieve my goals, no matter the excuse, Justice will."
Leliana stilled and stiffened somewhat in hearing Anders say the single word you. She was expecting to hear an ear full by the tone he gave off but when the silence had passed between them she thought she might have been off the hook, at least for now and a heavy sigh had passed her lips as her head dropped.
She didn't fight it as she was turned around to face him. But her hands kept to her chest tight as she gazed up and into his brown ones. So yes obviously he didn't want to go… She understood this. But she knew more than anyone that the Warden was like a lost puppy if he were not in his lands. It was amusing to watch but she did want to help when he asked for it.
"I'm sorry?" She replied in a soft whisper, as a crack of smile began to form on her lips. Her arms began dropping then as she reached out and pressed against his chest, her digits softly smoothing out the lines that laid in his shirt. "I just thought… You two could make up. It's for the best anyways. Just as I and Aragorn had… I thought I would never forgive him. But then again he didn't blow up the chantry." She teased slightly, giving him a small push at the shoulder.
Turning around once more Leliana bent over as she over looked to her amour. Before putting it on she tossed it against the bed once more, turning to face the mage as she crossed her arms and began to cock her hip out to one side. "Maybe." She started, pausing within her own words as she placed her index to her lips, and her thumb to her chin tapping lightly in thought. "Maybe I can convince Aragorn to just take Fenris… I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to… And the people need you here after all, mister big spokes-man person you." She suggested, but her title she gave him was somewhat said in a sensual tone of voice as she stepped in, wrapping her arms around his waist as she gently nuzzled her nose to his in sweet Eskimo kisses before laying a simple kiss on his lips.
The mage had remained a little stiff at first, even after Leliana had reached out to hold him an apologize. He had remind himself that she didn't about his history with Hawke, and in truth it was probably for the best that she never knew about it. He sighed some, listening to her and reached up after a while to return the hug. His eyes did roll a little when she mentioned about him blowing up the Chantry—another truth he couldn't deny in her statement.
He stepped back some, allowing her to get ready as he listened to her decision-making. Though to his slight dismay in the combination of hearing her words and watching the armor being thrown back down on the bed, he had to frown a little more. Her intentions were good, but the paths were not easy ones; in fact they may have even been ill-fated. If Aragorn did manage to take just Fenris, he most likely wouldn't leave completely without taking Anna with him; and then if Anna was missing Alexander would be extremely cross. At least hopefully, this time, Anders wouldn't be around to see it.
"Yes, well… Let's not show off anything else I like. Hm?" He started to say and walked towards the dresser to pull out a long sleeved pants-suit to hand to her. The fabric was extremely bland and certainly wouldn't have done Leliana's curves any favors. Anders did pick this on purpose though. It would have been that or something that Anders normally wore.
Leliana watched as Anders had trailed over to the dresser pulling out the pants and shirt. This brought her to arch one of her sculpted eye brows in question as she looked over the piece of fabric. At first she didn't even take a step towards the piece of clothing and instead giggled at him. "Jealous are we?" She stated more than asking, as she finally brought herself to step in front of him and look at the pants once more and sigh in defeat. "You know he's not getting me back… Right?" She questioned, as she finally took the piece of clothing between her index and thumb fingers. "I can't believe your making me wear this gaudy thing, it's so not girlish at all. If I didn't know any better I would think you picked it out on purpose." She teased, as she took herself to the dresser next and opened one of the draws and pulled out a fresh pair of undies. Which she swung around her other index finger. "These might be helpful since you were so kind to lose my other ones in the heap of a mess of a bed." She pointed to it in her explanation, as she finally began getting the clothes on. The pants were so large on her small body though that they had almost fallen to the ground. To stop this she twisted and tied the waist band in several knots unsure if she would be able to get out of this mess afterwards.
Before leaving and speaking with Aragorn, Leliana looked to herself in the mirror. Not to see if she looked fitting enough but more so of how horrible she actually looked. A sigh expelled from her lips as the breath that escaped them ruffled her bangs some. "I can't believe you…" She muttered, as she began fixing a few strands of hair that were astray upon her bed head. As she walked to the door, she turned as her eyes met Anders. "I'll be right back, shouldn't take much convincing." And with that she hurried out the door and to wherever Aragorn had run off too.
It hadn't taken much time to find the Warden and when she had it was surprising to find how hard he was to break and convince not to take Anders.
"Awe, c'mon!?" Leliana pleaded, her eyes held a puppy dog look in them hoping she'd win this time around.
"Err. Umm." The Warden muttered, a few coughs of nervousness shifted through as he tried not to look to the rouge in her pleading. "No, I mean. He has to come. Isn't there anything you can do to make him change his mind? Use your woman skills for maker's sake!"
A burning heat rushed to her cheeks after hearing him say to use her skills. "Can't you be more gentleman like, gez. I doubt anyways it would work. I already tried speaking to him and that got nowhere so I doubt my sexiness will work either."
"Then what if you say you're coming?" He piped in question.
Leliana was stunned, firstly for him just assuming she would go with him and second well she didn't have a second at this time. "You can't be seriously thinking I would go with you… I promised Anders that I would stay by his side, no matter what. I love him and I don—"
"Don't break promises." Finished the Warden, as he sighed defeated. "So be it… I'll just have to get Fenris to tag along if he's not too infatuated with Alex's wife that is."
"So you're going to let it go… Not take him?"
The Warden nodded in reply. "Yes, I promise. Now go. I have much to do before seeing to it that I see the elf…"
Leliana smiled brightly, as she couldn't contain her happiness which caused her to jump just slightly up and down in joy. "Thank you Aragorn." She replied cheerfully as she rushed over to him, giving him a friendly hug. Which in turn was given back as the commander reached out patting her on the back. As he didn't want to get too into the hug afraid he might get caught in the moment. And not be able to pull away.
After saying their goodbyes, because neither of them were sure if they would see each other again. Leliana had hurried back to the room. Once inside she looked around frantically for Anders while catching her breath as she had run completely back since she really didn't want anyone to see her in such clothing. The Warden was bad enough. "Anders?" She called out, as she began to work at the pants Anders had given her. Eventually after moments of fighting the knots she dropped the pants to the ground, stepping out of them. "I convinced the Warden to change his mind…" She spoke once more as she began pulling her gown overhead, and tossed it to a pile of clothing which she figured was dirty. She glanced to the bed, bringing her naked form to it as she started to dress herself into some real clothing and not of that of men's clothes.
"That's a relief…" Anders started to sigh, after the many fits of blushing Leliana was torturing him through previously.
He turned towards her, seeing that she was starting to get dressed, and crawled up from his shadows in the corner. Reaching out, he held her close and started to kiss the back of her neck lightly as his gratitude for having the matter finally dealt with. The mage's arms wrapped around her waist and stomach, as he swayed a little to one side. Anders was certainly more compliant when he had things going his way; and little complication added to the mix.
"I am sorry for having that weight placed on you." He spoke softly and started to smile. After all, he was able to hear bits and pieces of what transpired; but he did try to give Leliana her needed privacy. "If there is still time, I'd like to make it up to you...?"
Leliana felt herself beginning to melt as she felt his arms wrap around her. Causing her eyes to shut as her body pressed against his. She dropped her clothing, yet again on the bed knowing she couldn't put it on at this moment and really hadn't cared to either. Her cranium shifted to the side in a reaction to feeling the softness of his lips pressed against her neck. The facial hair stubble though that brushed on her soft skin caused her to raise her shoulders up in a tickleish manner as a giggle spilled out of her lips.
While she was wrapped within his arms, she turned to face him. Her arms reached out as they wrapped gently around his neck to bring herself closer into his body. "It doesn't bother me too do this for you." She admitted softly. "It was hard convincing so yes… You may have to repay me back." She teased lightly, as she brushed her lips against his, before puckering them out in a tender kiss.
He nodded a couple of times before leaning in to return the kiss. His arms glided up her shoulders, starting from there to gently massage her back downward. His fingertips pushed in and rubbed against muscles of Leliana's back. He kept his hands flat once he lowered further to the base of her spine, and with a few steps Anders was guiding her to sit down. Kneeling down towards the edge of the bed, the mage kissed her knees and then her thighs.
He was quiet; which left an odd obedience around himself. He decided as such could be her reward for dealing with the Grey Warden Commander. Besides, it was never specified that he shouldn't enjoy giving the reward too.
Small shivers began radiating up and down her spine as she began to close her eyes and within seconds little Goosebumps had formed upon her delicate flushed skin. When he began to lead her back, Leliana looked around curiously before looking to Anders and shifting her own head to the side. "Anders?" She questioned as her arms which were wrapped around his neck slowly dropped as she was led to the bed to sit down on the edge. The palms of her hands supporting her as her spine arched out in a response to his lips making a soft contact with her bare legs. She didn't fight back the soft humming of a pleasurable moan which passed her lips. Though she happened to peak through one eyes as she gazed down to the mage and smiled sweetly to him. She wanted to tell him what a big tease he was being. Though she knew she had done many teasing acts towards him. Maybe she'd let him get away with this one, this one time and amazingly she stayed silent with such words as her mind followed each and every touch he laid on her.
"It's alright." He coaxed and slid a finger down and carefully into her center. He lowered his chin towards her left thigh and purposely rubbed the unshaven shadow along her skin. "Let me do this one thing."
He kissed along her inner thigh and traveled up towards her stomach, kissing lightly and then blowing his warm breath towards her belly button. Moving his finger down and searching for the one spot that would have slowly make her toes curl was an adventure for him to seek. His kisses soon turned into small pauses of suction and tender nibbles; traveling lastly down over her clit for extra attention.
Leliana had flinched at first, not due to pain but since her inner thighs were so sensitive, and ticklish. So when he rubbed his cheek against their not only did it make a soft giggle escape from her lips but a reddish tint had radiated upon her cheeks.
"Just one thing?" She tried to joke as she gazed down towards him, her eyes held admiration. Part of her wondered what had gotten in him, and what brought this out, since she was use to making the first move. But she wasn't going to fight it. His lips and just his touch were something she'd always longed for even if it was just hours ago they had made love.
Through her racing heartbeat her hands began to travel down. Until they met his shoulders, at first the tips of her fingers drove into his skin, with each of his kissing suckle he laid on her. Her long and slender legs sprawled out, then clenched around his body. He was driving her mad and she was partly frightened he would suddenly stop, so maybe this was a grip to hold onto a moment longer. Her soft whimpers filled the air, not expecting what his next course of action would be. And when his lips and tongue met her lower regions, she gasped for air while her whole body began to melt into the bed. Her head tossed within the bed as her hands had finally found their way to his scalp dancing within his golden locks. "An—Anders?" She muttered through biting her lip.
He enjoyed pushing her this way. From the sound of her giggles to the sound of her sighs, Anders wanted to take his time in everything about her to enjoy the moment. His tongue pulsed over her clit rhythmically to try and mimic a patter she liked.
Of course, he could only learn from how Leliana's body reacted to him. His one finger had stroked from inside of her still; seeking out that tantalizing area. After a few moments of gliding in and out of Anders's pattern, he found it pressed down, massaging purposely in an extensive method. His mouth opened, curving his lips over the front Leliana's sensitive spot, and in between his pattern of licking and striking, Anders sucked gently over the tiny nub.
This was the moment he wanted to last for as long as he could: the slow and gentle rise of pulling his lover up towards ecstasy. It was the best reward he could possibly think of; even if a bit crude in some rights. Sex as a weapon can be a powerful too in many things, but despite how it might have seemed it wasn't Anders's intention. He wanted to hear her sounds of pleasure, and he wanted them caused by him.
Her back arched from the pleasure of his smooth tongue caressed over one of her most sensitive areas. She could no longer hold back the gasps, whimpers, nor moans which filled the room. Her hands continued to tug within his hair, that she had loosened it from their band that held it in place. "Dear maker, you're going to kill me." She tried to joke through rapid breath.
Her once tight hips happened to buckle, along with the rest of her body. Through sharp breathing she managed to speak out. "I-I can't do this for much longer, but please don't stop." The feeling of his fingers press against whatever it was inside the depths of her center made her groan out in pleasurable sounds. She knew she was close to her climax if she hadn't stopped and him rubbing and flicking and massaging his tongue as he did; since it didn't help any in keeping her composer. Leliana squirmed uncontrollably feeling a numbness come over her, which stopped her in her tracks. "Anders!" She called out and within that single second, she felt her inner walls retract like a frenzy around his finger as something within her was released, she tried to fight away from his grasp in an automatic and flustered reaction as she couldn't stop (nor want to) the slick, warm juices that began to seep out and onto the bed where she laid.
Of course hadn't stopped in his work, not even after the warning Leliana had given. In fact, if anything, his movements were a bit rougher over in sensitive areas to try and deepen her climax. When Leliana had finally caved, he left his mouth lazily over her clit. After replacing his finger with his tongue, Anders licked the inside of her, gliding it along her quivering walls to taste what was spent for him.
He smiled, curling his tongue back after a while and briefly kissed her thigh before standing up. The mage couldn't really step away though; not without breaking the delicious invitation of Leliana's legs. So he remained in one place for the moment, taking in the sight of her beautiful body and wondering idly just when had his hair fell down. He knelt over the bed and started to climb up her, only to curl beside her among the tossed covers and clothing.
"I think… That's enough exercise for now." He teased with the idea and glanced up the ceiling before looking back at her in delight. "You know… We will have to get up some time though…."
As she was catching her breath Leliana happened to look over to Anders with a sly look on her face. Her arm reached over and out while her thumb outlined his lips and her eyes gazed into his which she could always find herself being lost in. And through his cuddling against her, she began shifting to the side as she slid on leg of hers in between his and wrapped her arms around him as she pulled herself closer to his body. "Thank you. That was exciting; I should do you more favors more often." She whispered into his chest as she felt a sense of warmth and safety within his arms.
"But I have to ask; where's the fun for you then, love?" She questioned gently, as her hand reached up to his face once more to tuck away a few strands in which had fallen from their hold in the band. She didn't wait for a reply though as she leaned up and in laying soft kisses on his forehead, traveling down from his temple, cheek and neck where she began sucking softly at his Adams apple, and her leg which was in between his legs teasingly rubbed against his member. "Oh but your right, all those people that love you will wonder where there big spokesman's person went. And I can't keep you away from them forever."
Anders gave a pleased audible sound from Leliana's teasing, but reluctantly turned away towards his back after a while. "Oh! You are incorrigible… But I can't. I can't… I must… be up."
He pulled himself up and looked back down at his shirt, tugging along it's ends to fall loosely back over his slacks. In between looking for his hair-band and combing his fingers lightly through his hair, he was certainly having a proud smirk on his face.
"I have to figure out what is going on at the moment, and learning where we are currently as far as the supplies are concerned." He started to explain – or more rather address his priorities out loud. "I did take a very long…nap …earlier, after all. So, right now I'm sort of in the dark."
After pulling his hair back, he walked over towards the chair to find his boots. Lifting them, he sat down and started to pull the discarded socks back over his feet and then lastly his boots. "What about you, love? I'm sure you're welcome to stay in bed a bit longer if you like…"
Leliana's arms reached out for Anders in his escape, almost causing her to fall face forward off the bed and onto the hard, cold floor below. But thankfully she caught herself. Palms pressed against the plushness of the bed and a pouted look smeared across her features. "Mean." She stated, as she swung her legs off the side of the bed and began to stand to her feet.
"You know I can't rest without you here in bed with me." She finalized, pointing to the bed as he suggested her to rest. Though she had to admit all this lying in bed was going to get to her joints, and she would stiffen sooner or later, so she might as well get up as well. "I have no idea what I will be up too though. Maybe I'll find Anna and drag her out of her hiding place. Or speak with the Warden before he leaves. To make sure he has everything he needs before he leaves since we aren't going with him. It's a long trip to Kirkwall after all."
Looking down Leliana saw she was still undressed, and speaking… A somewhat shocked look plastered across her face as red hue appeared on her cheek bones. "Err… But I should get dressed first." She reminded herself in a small whisper. "So I think this is the third time I've tried to get dressed today; so no distractions." She teased, as she glanced down to her clothing and began pulling on, snapping on and sliding on each piece of garment and accessory.
As she was finally sliding on her last boot, and finished fixing and brushing her hair at the moment; she stood and trailed over to Anders. Wrapping her arms around his neck as she stood to her tippy toe and brushed her nose against his. "Just know you can come and steal me whenever you wish." She concluded with a peck to his lips before leaving the room with him to get ready.
His mind wandered some when Leliana mentioned about Anna hiding. Anders hadn't been thinking much of her lately because –well he was stuck in the Fade for so long. He wondered how she was doing now that Fenris had returned, and for whatever reason Alexander claimed was helping the poor girl's mental state. However, his thoughts were stolen from him the moment Leliana came close to greet him lovingly once more. He barely had time to stand up at the moment she was near, but he had managed, and returned what kiss he was given in return.
After a short while, Anders was out the door, finally dressed, and singing a merry tune to himself. He was finally of his own mind, in a land that welcomed him, hopefully prepared to deal with what negotiations that came his way, and he didn't have to leave it. Everything was truly "alright" with the world.
The mage made his way to the parlor and stopped in the doorway to see the Grey Warden Commander still around. He smiled some, heading towards the bookcase and skipping the books on the shelves. As Anders stepped into the room, he pulled one off from the shelf and started to pull one down to read. "Hello, Commander. Still enjoying the Imperium's tourism?"
Aragorn was slightly surprised at himself for staying in Tevinter as long as he had. He figured Alistair could hold his own. If for a while as he gathered up the necessary of people to come with him to Kirkwall. Another thing that surprised the Warden was how he was beginning to like it here in some ways. Alexander had known how to show such great hospitality that he really didn't want to leave and go back to the tedious work of life of a commander of the grey.
Flipping through a few pages of a book planted in front of him, Aragorn couldn't help but sigh restlessly as his eyes scanned the words before him. He began sliding his gantlet hands under the book as his fingers wrapped around the binding and brought it up closer to his face while his back rested against the seat he was sitting in. On the front of book it read 'The History of Tevinter' usually Aragorn wouldn't bother in such things. But as said before he was starting to like this land, and some of the people in it. And since the Cousland's maid never taught him of this part of the world he figured he'd do the honor of doing it himself.
Upon hearing a familiar voice filling his ears, the Warden began to peak above the book; a small grin smeared across his thin lips. He closed the book with one hand, placing it back upon the table as he rested his arms on the edges of the chair. "Actually its quite interesting; these lands." He started, as he pushed himself off the chair and began to trail towards the mage. "I actually have been wanting to speak to you privately for some time now… Ever since I found out you and Leliana have become whatever you are with one another…" A sigh began to spill out of his lips as his first three fingers pressed slightly to his temple in thought as a smirk began to play on his lips. "Heres the thing. I plan on taking Leliana with me, with or without you. After all shes spoke with this Hawke before." He paused some, as he turned a shoulder to the mage, now crossing his arms as he parted his lips to finalize in what seemed like a question but sounded nothing of the sort. "I hope this doesn't bother you."
Anders tilted his head some; unable to wipe away the surprised gleam from his eyes upon hearing such news. He didn't recall Leliana mentioning these specific terms to him, but then again Anders didn't really give her the third-degree on what was said while they were discussing things. It was a rotten term; knowing that Anders wouldn't allow it –not without him going, of course.
"Did Leliana agree to this?" He found himself asking, still in a daze from and then shook his head. "You can't force her to go, you know. She's not a Grey Warden… At least… I don't believe so."
Was she? Anders knew that she started out as an Orlesian spy, then a Cloister Sister, traveling with Aragorn during his travels, and then along the way, ranking up to the title Nightingale for Justina VI and the Grand Cathedral in Val Royeaux. In truth, Anders was more surprised that there weren't any "Seekers" trying to find her, but then perhaps they were but did not think to cross the Tevinter boarder.
He folded his arms and closed his eyes for the moment, still dreading the thought of having to go. "Maker…Alright… I'll go… But I claim no responsibility for what happens. None… And I still think this is a bad idea."
He has a point he couldn't convince Leliana to go where he wanted. But little did Anders know that he had known just how to push Leliana to a point to where he could just pracitaclly ask her to go, and most of the time she would; if he was lucky. And then there was he cunning that worked in his favor, even without him trying.
"No she never agreed, she said something about not leaving your side and all these other things. But I have faith in which she would come, if I pushed the issue further." He paused for a moment catching a breath and shook his head. "I would never allow Leliana to become a Warden." He replied finally after summarizing his thoughts within his own mind. "You remember the joining… If she were to not make it, I would never forgive myself." He admitted through somewhat muttered mixed with whispered words as his words came to a halt.
He turned finally to face Anders shocked at how easily it was to convince him to go with. This caused the Warden to step forward, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving one single pat. "Good man." He stated, his arm dropping down and to his side as he picked up his pace once more, walking past the mage a few steps. "We should get ready … Only take what you need and nothing more… I will fetch you two later tonight."