PROMPT FILL:
TEMPTATIONI decided it was time to knock the rust off the writing skills and actually contribute something to this week's prompt:They dragged into camp. Sarima declared they needed a rest before returning to Redcliffe with the Ashes. Everyone immediately set up their tents preparing for a well-deserved night’s rest. Alistair assumed his position at the fire; he was taking first watch. Sarima had undergone quite an ordeal within the Gauntlet the Guardian had put them through. She now sat staring into the fire at her tent, arms around her knees.
Alistair gazed at her wistfully, marveling at how his feelings for her had grown since they first met at Ostagar. His gift of the rose had been received better than he could have imagined, and although he’d joked about getting to the steamy bits, he wondered what it would have been like had he actually followed through. His mind began to wander…
“Off with the armor then!” she’d declared with a mischievous grin. He answered her grin with one of his own and moved in closer to place his arms around her. She looked up at him, expectantly; smile still on her face, but more shyly now.
“Have you ever licked a lamppost?” he’d asked her.
“No, I’ve never licked a lamppost. My life’s been spent being chaperoned, so there was no opportunity even if there’d been someone I wanted to… erm… lick a lamppost with.” she’d replied, blushing.
He lowered his face to hers, lips touching, the awkwardness they both felt obvious. They parted lips, somewhat reluctantly, and Alistair, taking her hand, led her inside her tent. In the more private setting, he enfolded her in his arms and kissed her again, more deeply this time. As they parted lips, he saw that her breathing was somewhat erratic now. Hands shaking, he began to fumble with the fastenings on her armor. After several frustrating minutes, armor was discarded and they lay on her bedroll. Alistair marveled at the softness of her skin. He began kissing her shoulders and then turned her to face him so he could capture her mouth again. He gently rolled her to her back, and parting her legs…
“Alistair. Alistair!” Wynne said as loudly as she dared while gently shaking his shoulder.
“Maker!” Alistair thought, “How long have I been asleep?” He looked over at Sarima’s tent noticing she was gone and her fire nothing but embers.
Wynne looked at him with an amused smile, “You should go on and get some real sleep. I’ll take over the watch.”
“Yeah, thanks, I think I’ll just… yeah…” Alistair rose somewhat awkwardly trying to cope with the discomfort in his groin.
Wynne chuckled softly watching as he hitched is armor on the way to his tent.
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