I will fight you for it. [ She insists with deadly seriousness (and, with what they both now know of the stuff's potency, she may actually try). ] You're over there with...comparatively, the drink of royalty, and I've got muddy cave water from the depths of the Deep Roads. If anything, we're splitting them both.
[ If they die of some kind of poisoning, then they'll have to do it together. ]
[Either Robyn has selected the most subtle nod to his own lineage or
she missed the opportunity for the perfect joke. Alistair would have been
furious if he was clever enough to catch it. Instead, he's laughing
still, holding the wine out of her reach, but not after taking a
mockingly large gulp of it.]
Oh, but I am scared. If anyone can pin me down, I'm certain it's you.
[ Maybe a little of Column A, a little of Column B? ]
Don't make me prove that I can. [ She laughs again, mischievous expression blooming on her face. Pup, sensing the playful nature of their conversations, wags his tail. ] Give it here!
[ She will not waste any time in trying to reach across him to snatch the wine skin away while also (sort of) trying her best not to get it spilled all over the pair of them. ]
[Alistair is thankful his arms are longer than hers, holding it just out of reach. Her laughter is contagious and he only laughs harder as she attempts to climb over him, but it is not lost on him that they are so very close now, and it's been so very long since he's been drunk... so it really hasn't taken much for the alcohol to start working. He feels... good. Ironic, considering the state of things, but it was a good choice to spend what may be their last evening alive trying to enjoy themselves and in good company.]
[ He's taller and with longer limbs than her by a good amount, and so she gets...nowhere, really, in trying to snatch it away. The task at hand is something she's determinedly focused on, and so the fact that she's half-clambering over him to reach for it is not on her mind (yet). ]
You'll regret this. [ First attempt: is he ticklish? Gonna try! Deft, roguish fingers dart out from the hand not extended to the wine skin to try and tickle him into submission. If that doesn't work, then her pleasant, buzzing brain is already generating other ideas... ]
[If anyone said they weren't ticklish, they were liars, and Alistair
is an exceptional liar when he attempts to bat her off of him. His face is
beet-red and though he yells 'Not Ticklish!' his entire body betrays
him, twisting and turning while the wind is knocked out of him from trying
not to laugh. It's enough of a give to bring the wine skin just
within her reach should she be nimble enough to grab it before he's slid
down the wall and onto his back on the cold ground with a gasp, pulling her
down with him and nearly knocking over the ale that had been set
beside them.]
[ Ah ha! She's laughing as he is visibly trying to resist, and...the situation is ridiculous, clearly, but such a welcome relief to the earlier gloom. Robyn extends her fingers more, more, and...just manages to snatch it out of his hand, though it's nearly at the expense of the disgusting ale, which is at their side. She manages to right that bottle before it goes over, ending up breathless and in possession of the wine, stretched diagonally across Alistair, who has shrunken down prone. ]
Ha. [ The Warden gasps triumphantly, holding it high above the both of them, peering down into his face with a gleeful expression. ] I told you so.
[ ...Oh. It's at this point that she remembers herself, becoming quite aware that she is lying across his torso, hair spilling over her shoulders, face...close.
She swallows, blush creeping across her cheeks. ]
...And no casualties, I see. [ Robyn adds lightly, gesturing somewhat to the ale, though not looking at it. ]
[Alistair is still trying to catch his breath, the red on his cheeks very apparent as he stares back at her, lips cracking into a smile.]
Oh, what a shame that'd have been.
[His eyes follow her hair over her shoulders and onto his chest, and he can feel a pounding in his chest from how close they are now. His arm had been stretched above him but now moves back down, pushing her hair out of her face carefully, his eyes catching hers and seemingly making him blush even darker.]
[ Had Oghren and Zevran known what they were doing, when they'd offered ale and wine to the two Wardens? Oghren - not likely, but it's possible Zevran had seen an opportunity that would not be pursued under...normal circumstances.
She's thinking about that, a little, but it's hard to not be mostly focused on Alistair, beneath her. Robyn swallows. ]
I - [ His fingers brush by her face and she feels like she's been struck by something, stunned into a silence that stretches out, on and on. Time seems to have slowed to a crawl, and her hazy mind produces another thought: before, she'd tried to chase down and impose a kiss upon one of their household guards that she'd had a crush on, but he'd insisted (perhaps rightfully) that Lady Cousland would throw him from the highest tower.
She's come very, very far from that time. ]
I... [ Tomorrow, one or both of them could be dead. She remembers her own unpleasant rush of strange emotions when Morrigan had made her request.
Her heart lodges in her throat, blocking her muddled thoughts from escaping. Slowly - can I? - she lowers her face to press her lips to his.
[Alistair himself is dumbstruck. It's not often that he's speechless (and normally he'd have plenty of one-liners to say), but considering the circumstances, he finds himself lost in the way she looks at him. He starts to reply, but it's merely a noise before he notices her learning in and sucks in a sharp inhale of breath to gather his nerve.
His head tilts up, meeting her lips halfway with his own, his eyes fluttering shut. At first he's tense, his nervousness showing through, but after just a moment he relaxes into it, his lips going soft while the hand that swept her hair back cradles her cheek.]
[ The moment seems to swim, floating along in a blissful haze. It's a helpful combination of the drink and the kiss, and Robyn is nearly surprised that her body hasn't started to drift into the air above him. As it is, the Warden meets his lips as he offers them and smiles against them, tilting her head slightly and savoring the moment, drinking him in in long, slow movements.
Maybe - maybe! - she's had this dream before. The real thing is still so surprising, though. He's warm, and solid, and Alistair, and she wonders if he can sense her heart in her throat as she kisses him.
It could have been just a minute, or maybe an hour, but her mind snaps sharply back into itself all at once, and she withdraws just a bit to catch her breath, cheeks flushed and rosy, eyes wide. ]
Alistair... [ It's soft, nearly a whine, and the need behind it surprises even her. Robyn shifts her weight, swallowing hard, but is unable to shake the feeling that's taken hold. If this isn't what he wants, she knows she'll abide. But...otherwise, she can nearly see her own desire to explore this moment in its entirety coming at her, massive and overwhelming, like a wave approaching to crash over her head. ]
[Meanwhile Alistair's own pulse feels so loud in his own ears the thinks he might have really been poisoned by Oghren's ale. He doesn't back down once their lips have met, slotting himself against her gently so that they don't bump heads. Alistair may have never been with a woman so intimately, but he at least knows where his limbs go while otherwise letting himself get lost in the kiss.
He gasps softly as she pulls back, worried he's overstepped his boundaries. His own cheeks are flush, only aided by how much he's had to drink, and he bites at his own lower lip for a moment before wincing, as if bracing himself for a slap. What he wasn't prepared for was the need in her voice, which he doesn't quite understand as such under the present conditions.]
I'm sorry-- I- [He clears his throat, looking at her hopefully.] Was that... okay?
Yes! [ Too quick! ] Er - yes, no, it...absolutely was. [ Quickly, she replaces an errant braid behind her ear, looking down at him, chest rising and falling as she works to catch her breath. ] I was just-... Oh, to the void with it.
[ He seems fine, and she's...definitely fine, and so she moves in for another kiss, trying not to come off as quite as hungry as she feels for more of this new physicality. A heat has more than begun to overtake her body, though, warming her skin from the inside out as she straddles him. It's in the graze of her cheek and the grasp of her fingers, and certainly between her legs as she continues to straddle him.
She hadn't really imagined what her last night alive might look like, but this is far from the worst things she could imagine... ]
[Ah, but the slap doesn't come, does it? His eyes peek open as she fumbles with her words, just in time for her lips to be on his again, shocking him a second time.]
Just finding a way to shut me--Mm! [It's not a sound of him protesting, just surprise that she's kissed him again (and maybe, just a little bit, wondering if his assessment was right and she was trying to keep him from speaking). Alistair relaxes quicker this time, relieved by it, his hands reaching for her sides as she straddles him to hold her close. Whatever heat it is she's feeling, he feels it too. He'd thought it maybe the drink, but it's too deep in his belly to be anything but desire for whatever this is to keep happening.]
[ She nearly laughs against his lips at the comment. True, she'd cut him off in a very literal sense, and she usually is happy to chat with her fellow Warden and to hear what he might have to say. At the moment, though, in a way perhaps uncharacteristic of them both, she's not feeling quite so talkative.
It doesn't take long in this position before she has to withdraw again, though this time with a more concrete reason: ]
Er...the battlements are a bit... [ Uncomfortable? She's not even pressed against the stone, but he must be getting a little sore, right? And their outside, besides. Surely, they can do better.
As if sensing his master's intent, Calen starts pacing, tongue lolling from his mouth. ]
Could we continue this...inside? [ Their, ah. Discussion? ]
[Alistair gasps for air as their lips part, clearly too dazed by all of this to be bothered by whatever stone he's resting against. He's also slept on the ground for so long now that this hardly is the most uncomfortable he's been.
He nods, his words catching up with the rest of him eventually.]
Yes. [He's not partial to where as long as they can continue. His hands do ease off of her to allow her to get up, however.]
Mn, are there any rooms that ah... don't come with a peanut gallery?
I think so. [ She replies breathlessly, grinning. ] Come.
[ And, the drinks forgotten, she'll quickly lead him by the hand down the stairs and back inside. Does that mean she isn't going to stop to steal a few greedy kisses on the way, suddenly consumed by a previously-foreign hunger? Absolutely not. If he'll allow it, she'll pause to press him briefly to the stone walls of the stairwell, standing on tip-toes to press her lips to his, before breaking free again to continue on.
If this is one or both of their last days alive, then she'd like to really savor what still mostly seems like a dream.
It isn't long before the Warden finds a bedroom and slips into it, letting Alistair enter ahead of her and closing the door, back to the wood as it snaps shut. Her eyes are bright, trained on him with unavoidable emotion behind her gaze, but still with that newfound desire very much present. ]
Bit more cozy in here, I think? [ It's got a fire, for one. And a bed.
Outside the door, she hears the dog settle down onto the ground, keeping watch. Content with their move, Robyn moves closer again, looking down from his face only to remove his gloves: the first step of many to continue the effort to get more comfortable... ]
[Alistair rushes along, heeling her almost as well as her mabari. Every pause for kisses is more than welcome, his arms cradling the small of her back to help her on her toes, a soft chuckle under his breath. Something about this feels so very childlike, perhaps because it's so new, and he can't remember the last time he's felt so giddy outside of his youth. Amazingly, he's managed to let the fact that one or both of them will cease to exist the next day slip from his mind entirely.
Dipping into the bedroom, he turns back quickly to face her, almost too impatient for that door to shut to kiss her again, but somehow finding a bit of self control in the act.]
Far better... yeah. Warmer.
[He lets her remove his gloves easily, letting them drop to the floor beside them. His armor would be next to go, if he could keep himself from touching her for long enough. Alistair's breathing is heavy, excited from the rush of it all but not out of breath. With his hands free of his gloves, he works open belt latches that keep his armor together, a hefty task for Robyn to do alone.]
Mm. [ Her smile goes sideways, fond and teasing, but there isn't much mind left to be paid to banter. Instead, she works with him to rid him of bits and pieces of his armor until he's able to shed most of the heavy outer layers into a bulky pile on the stone floor. Robyn then takes a moment to do the same for her own layers, shedding them, with some aid, until they're both still very much clothed in the softer, under layers, but without the restriction of buckles and the like.
Before she makes moves toward stripping down further, the Warden closes for another crash of their lips, occasionally letting slip one or two small hums of pleasure. Eventually, she does extricate herself again, face now thoroughly flushed, though more so at the moment with excitement, rather than sheepishness. Without too much time to pause, nimble fingers move to start slipping out of the tunic beneath, adding it to the collection at their feet.
Standing in her smallclothes, she's far from uncomfortable, warmed thoroughly by the company of the fire, and by the presence of her companion. Hastily, she replaces more errant hair back behind her ear and stares up at the other Warden, lips parted slightly. ]
[After his own armor thuds to the floor, he assists with her own, careful but somewhat clumsy from his blood-alcohol-level. Alistair groans as she presses into him again, his arms better able to wrap around her, holding her waist above her clothes. He lets out a soft gasp as she steps back, his own lips kiss-swollen and cheeks rosy.
Letting out a shaky breath, Alistair tries to keep her pace, shedding his own tunic and baring his chest. His fingers fumble at undoing his own trousers, but soon they join the pile with the rest of their discarded wares. He watches her for a moment, admiring her form and the way she looks in the light of the fire. Alistair closes the gap between them, his eyes finishing their path up her body to meet her gaze.]
Maker, you are beautiful... [It's said barely above a whisper, like he's in utter awe, having never looked at anything so captivating in his life.]
[ There's a soft exhale as they each drink in the sight of the other, and Robyn doesn't bother trying to mask the expression that betrays both her inexperience and her wonderment in this moment. Instead, she stares back at him before dipping her gaze briefly when he speaks, the ghost of a flattered smile playing at her lips. ]
Thank you. [ She replies, and then can't help but laugh, feeling as though the response had been...somehow silly. Hastily, she adds: ] You're-...incredibly handsome. I - oh.
[ Robyn reaches out delicately to splay a hand against his chest, reacting with pleasant surprise at the newness of it, the firmness. He's certainly well-built, someone who's had to work hard and to fight his entire life, and her eyes flit back up to meet his as she closes the distance, now raising the other hand to explore along the shape of his torso, ghosting over his hips where the fabric of his smallclothes remain.
Slow down! But she feels compelled all the same to hurry, as if she's been consumed by an insatiable thirst for him. In spite of that, she manages to pause for at least a brief time, trailing her fingertips along one of his arms, instead.
Neither Warden wields magic, but the moment seems to freeze in place all the same, as if this one night might be the last, and the final battle in the morning would never arrive. ]
[He hadn't really expected a response, but her hasty addition does have a soft huff leave his lips. Alistair has never really considered himself vain, but the way she touches him with an almost reverence certainly does wonders for his self-esteem. And with such urgency, he himself has to wonder a multitude of what ifs about their current situation.]
Robyn... [He mutters her name low, almost like a question, his hands trailing along her sides idly and around her waist to her back.] Would you like to lay down... I mean, join me on the bed? [Maker, that had to be the least sexy way he could have asked that question, but at least he'd gotten it out. He's certain he'll be a lot more comfortable with a firm yes from her, anyway, but inexperience has led to a unique lack of the best practices for this sort of thing.]
[ She isn't expecting the question (though, to be fair, she doesn't have a lot of expectations in this situation), and there's a moment of faint surprise when he asks. The Warden's expression shifts back into a lazy smile, mind quite grateful for his caution, and body very much interested in, as he'd put it, joining him on the bed. ]
I would. Yes. [ He'd been polite enough to ask, and so she replies with clear affirmation. After that, though, she slips a hand to the front of his chest and nudges lightly: not so firm as to shove him backwards, but enough to indicate what she'd like for him to do next. In the meantime, Robyn takes a beat to slip out of the last bits of fabric, letting them fall softly to the floor with the rest, before moving forward to straddle him again, if he acquiesces and lays down on the bed at his back. ]
[Alistair doesn't really have expectations himself. If anything he's attempting to be very careful with his choices. It's just that this is so very sudden... something he wasn't sure he would have been ready for, but considering their lives are on the line and this may be his only opportunity, the rush doesn't bother him. It helps that he cares for Robyn very much, even if he'd never been able to tell her so before.
His breath catches as she slips out of her small clothes, and since he's following her lead, discards of his own as well, stepping backwards until he feels the bed at the back of his legs. His arms are open to her, anticipating her joining him as he's seated, his expression still in some stage of reverence for her form. Alistair wets his lips as he lays back, his eyes meeting hers again.]
[ In another universe, they would both have taken it slow. So slowly, perhaps, that their companions - knowing, of course, of the obvious situation developing between the two Wardens - might have been wearied of seeing it drag out at a snail's pace. Tonight, though, they both know of the likelihood of death for one or both of them the next day. After refusing Morrigan's request, Robyn is very keenly aware of what she may have passed up. Between that, and the comforting fuzz of their drinks on the battlements, the situation...is different.
Strangely, maybe, she finds herself grateful for the odd circumstances. For this last chance and experience, before...
She tries to put those thoughts from her head in this moment, face rosy with the more obvious heat of the moment, coupled with the way she's grown to feel about him. When he acquiesces and moves backward, she follows and goes to wrap her legs around him, body lighting up as if by lightning at the first skin to skin contact. Her own desire thrums obviously between her legs, something she's quite aware of as they're pressed together on the bed. ]
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[ If they die of some kind of poisoning, then they'll have to do it together. ]
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[Either Robyn has selected the most subtle nod to his own lineage or she missed the opportunity for the perfect joke. Alistair would have been furious if he was clever enough to catch it. Instead, he's laughing still, holding the wine out of her reach, but not after taking a mockingly large gulp of it.]
Oh, but I am scared. If anyone can pin me down, I'm certain it's you.
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Don't make me prove that I can. [ She laughs again, mischievous expression blooming on her face. Pup, sensing the playful nature of their conversations, wags his tail. ] Give it here!
[ She will not waste any time in trying to reach across him to snatch the wine skin away while also (sort of) trying her best not to get it spilled all over the pair of them. ]
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Make me.
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You'll regret this. [ First attempt: is he ticklish? Gonna try! Deft, roguish fingers dart out from the hand not extended to the wine skin to try and tickle him into submission. If that doesn't work, then her pleasant, buzzing brain is already generating other ideas... ]
Surrender and you will be shown mercy!
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[If anyone said they weren't ticklish, they were liars, and Alistair is an exceptional liar when he attempts to bat her off of him. His face is beet-red and though he yells 'Not Ticklish!' his entire body betrays him, twisting and turning while the wind is knocked out of him from trying not to laugh. It's enough of a give to bring the wine skin just within her reach should she be nimble enough to grab it before he's slid down the wall and onto his back on the cold ground with a gasp, pulling her down with him and nearly knocking over the ale that had been set beside them.]
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Ha. [ The Warden gasps triumphantly, holding it high above the both of them, peering down into his face with a gleeful expression. ] I told you so.
[ ...Oh. It's at this point that she remembers herself, becoming quite aware that she is lying across his torso, hair spilling over her shoulders, face...close.
She swallows, blush creeping across her cheeks. ]
...And no casualties, I see. [ Robyn adds lightly, gesturing somewhat to the ale, though not looking at it. ]
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Oh, what a shame that'd have been.
[His eyes follow her hair over her shoulders and onto his chest, and he can feel a pounding in his chest from how close they are now. His arm had been stretched above him but now moves back down, pushing her hair out of her face carefully, his eyes catching hers and seemingly making him blush even darker.]
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She's thinking about that, a little, but it's hard to not be mostly focused on Alistair, beneath her. Robyn swallows. ]
I - [ His fingers brush by her face and she feels like she's been struck by something, stunned into a silence that stretches out, on and on. Time seems to have slowed to a crawl, and her hazy mind produces another thought: before, she'd tried to chase down and impose a kiss upon one of their household guards that she'd had a crush on, but he'd insisted (perhaps rightfully) that Lady Cousland would throw him from the highest tower.
She's come very, very far from that time. ]
I... [ Tomorrow, one or both of them could be dead. She remembers her own unpleasant rush of strange emotions when Morrigan had made her request.
Her heart lodges in her throat, blocking her muddled thoughts from escaping. Slowly - can I? - she lowers her face to press her lips to his.
Off to the side, Calen whines softly. ]
A triumphant return.
His head tilts up, meeting her lips halfway with his own, his eyes fluttering shut. At first he's tense, his nervousness showing through, but after just a moment he relaxes into it, his lips going soft while the hand that swept her hair back cradles her cheek.]
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Maybe - maybe! - she's had this dream before. The real thing is still so surprising, though. He's warm, and solid, and Alistair, and she wonders if he can sense her heart in her throat as she kisses him.
It could have been just a minute, or maybe an hour, but her mind snaps sharply back into itself all at once, and she withdraws just a bit to catch her breath, cheeks flushed and rosy, eyes wide. ]
Alistair... [ It's soft, nearly a whine, and the need behind it surprises even her. Robyn shifts her weight, swallowing hard, but is unable to shake the feeling that's taken hold. If this isn't what he wants, she knows she'll abide. But...otherwise, she can nearly see her own desire to explore this moment in its entirety coming at her, massive and overwhelming, like a wave approaching to crash over her head. ]
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He gasps softly as she pulls back, worried he's overstepped his boundaries. His own cheeks are flush, only aided by how much he's had to drink, and he bites at his own lower lip for a moment before wincing, as if bracing himself for a slap. What he wasn't prepared for was the need in her voice, which he doesn't quite understand as such under the present conditions.]
I'm sorry-- I- [He clears his throat, looking at her hopefully.] Was that... okay?
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[ He seems fine, and she's...definitely fine, and so she moves in for another kiss, trying not to come off as quite as hungry as she feels for more of this new physicality. A heat has more than begun to overtake her body, though, warming her skin from the inside out as she straddles him. It's in the graze of her cheek and the grasp of her fingers, and certainly between her legs as she continues to straddle him.
She hadn't really imagined what her last night alive might look like, but this is far from the worst things she could imagine... ]
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Just finding a way to shut me--Mm! [It's not a sound of him protesting, just surprise that she's kissed him again (and maybe, just a little bit, wondering if his assessment was right and she was trying to keep him from speaking). Alistair relaxes quicker this time, relieved by it, his hands reaching for her sides as she straddles him to hold her close. Whatever heat it is she's feeling, he feels it too. He'd thought it maybe the drink, but it's too deep in his belly to be anything but desire for whatever this is to keep happening.]
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It doesn't take long in this position before she has to withdraw again, though this time with a more concrete reason: ]
Er...the battlements are a bit... [ Uncomfortable? She's not even pressed against the stone, but he must be getting a little sore, right? And their outside, besides. Surely, they can do better.
As if sensing his master's intent, Calen starts pacing, tongue lolling from his mouth. ]
Could we continue this...inside? [ Their, ah. Discussion? ]
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He nods, his words catching up with the rest of him eventually.]
Yes. [He's not partial to where as long as they can continue. His hands do ease off of her to allow her to get up, however.]
Mn, are there any rooms that ah... don't come with a peanut gallery?
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[ And, the drinks forgotten, she'll quickly lead him by the hand down the stairs and back inside. Does that mean she isn't going to stop to steal a few greedy kisses on the way, suddenly consumed by a previously-foreign hunger? Absolutely not. If he'll allow it, she'll pause to press him briefly to the stone walls of the stairwell, standing on tip-toes to press her lips to his, before breaking free again to continue on.
If this is one or both of their last days alive, then she'd like to really savor what still mostly seems like a dream.
It isn't long before the Warden finds a bedroom and slips into it, letting Alistair enter ahead of her and closing the door, back to the wood as it snaps shut. Her eyes are bright, trained on him with unavoidable emotion behind her gaze, but still with that newfound desire very much present. ]
Bit more cozy in here, I think? [ It's got a fire, for one. And a bed.
Outside the door, she hears the dog settle down onto the ground, keeping watch. Content with their move, Robyn moves closer again, looking down from his face only to remove his gloves: the first step of many to continue the effort to get more comfortable... ]
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Dipping into the bedroom, he turns back quickly to face her, almost too impatient for that door to shut to kiss her again, but somehow finding a bit of self control in the act.]
Far better... yeah. Warmer.
[He lets her remove his gloves easily, letting them drop to the floor beside them. His armor would be next to go, if he could keep himself from touching her for long enough. Alistair's breathing is heavy, excited from the rush of it all but not out of breath. With his hands free of his gloves, he works open belt latches that keep his armor together, a hefty task for Robyn to do alone.]
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Before she makes moves toward stripping down further, the Warden closes for another crash of their lips, occasionally letting slip one or two small hums of pleasure. Eventually, she does extricate herself again, face now thoroughly flushed, though more so at the moment with excitement, rather than sheepishness. Without too much time to pause, nimble fingers move to start slipping out of the tunic beneath, adding it to the collection at their feet.
Standing in her smallclothes, she's far from uncomfortable, warmed thoroughly by the company of the fire, and by the presence of her companion. Hastily, she replaces more errant hair back behind her ear and stares up at the other Warden, lips parted slightly. ]
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Letting out a shaky breath, Alistair tries to keep her pace, shedding his own tunic and baring his chest. His fingers fumble at undoing his own trousers, but soon they join the pile with the rest of their discarded wares. He watches her for a moment, admiring her form and the way she looks in the light of the fire. Alistair closes the gap between them, his eyes finishing their path up her body to meet her gaze.]
Maker, you are beautiful... [It's said barely above a whisper, like he's in utter awe, having never looked at anything so captivating in his life.]
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Thank you. [ She replies, and then can't help but laugh, feeling as though the response had been...somehow silly. Hastily, she adds: ] You're-...incredibly handsome. I - oh.
[ Robyn reaches out delicately to splay a hand against his chest, reacting with pleasant surprise at the newness of it, the firmness. He's certainly well-built, someone who's had to work hard and to fight his entire life, and her eyes flit back up to meet his as she closes the distance, now raising the other hand to explore along the shape of his torso, ghosting over his hips where the fabric of his smallclothes remain.
Slow down! But she feels compelled all the same to hurry, as if she's been consumed by an insatiable thirst for him. In spite of that, she manages to pause for at least a brief time, trailing her fingertips along one of his arms, instead.
Neither Warden wields magic, but the moment seems to freeze in place all the same, as if this one night might be the last, and the final battle in the morning would never arrive. ]
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Robyn... [He mutters her name low, almost like a question, his hands trailing along her sides idly and around her waist to her back.] Would you like to lay down... I mean, join me on the bed? [Maker, that had to be the least sexy way he could have asked that question, but at least he'd gotten it out. He's certain he'll be a lot more comfortable with a firm yes from her, anyway, but inexperience has led to a unique lack of the best practices for this sort of thing.]
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I would. Yes. [ He'd been polite enough to ask, and so she replies with clear affirmation. After that, though, she slips a hand to the front of his chest and nudges lightly: not so firm as to shove him backwards, but enough to indicate what she'd like for him to do next. In the meantime, Robyn takes a beat to slip out of the last bits of fabric, letting them fall softly to the floor with the rest, before moving forward to straddle him again, if he acquiesces and lays down on the bed at his back. ]
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His breath catches as she slips out of her small clothes, and since he's following her lead, discards of his own as well, stepping backwards until he feels the bed at the back of his legs. His arms are open to her, anticipating her joining him as he's seated, his expression still in some stage of reverence for her form. Alistair wets his lips as he lays back, his eyes meeting hers again.]
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Strangely, maybe, she finds herself grateful for the odd circumstances. For this last chance and experience, before...
She tries to put those thoughts from her head in this moment, face rosy with the more obvious heat of the moment, coupled with the way she's grown to feel about him. When he acquiesces and moves backward, she follows and goes to wrap her legs around him, body lighting up as if by lightning at the first skin to skin contact. Her own desire thrums obviously between her legs, something she's quite aware of as they're pressed together on the bed. ]
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