[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. ]
[In that universe, he might have been more eager for a solution that allowed them to be happy together, even if it did include Morrigan. Perhaps it would have developed slow, but it would have given the Warden every opportunity to be as dreadfully romantic as he fantasized being one day. As it stands, their current room is about as romantic as he can hope for, the shadows cast by the fire certainly adding something to the atmosphere.]
Not a drop of lager to spill, this time. [He teases, smiling up at her as if enchanted by her completely. While their position mirrors the one they had accidentally found themselves in outside, he's feeling a bit more confident now in his actions. A fair amount more playful too, now that they've gotten past the initial awkward part of disrobing. His own arousal is fairly obvious between them, but he's in no rush. They may only have tonight, after all.
His hands run along her thighs with a bit of reverence, eyes meeting hers, the signature smirk on his lips before he tilts his head up to catch her lips with his own once more.]
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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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Not a drop of lager to spill, this time. [He teases, smiling up at her as if enchanted by her completely. While their position mirrors the one they had accidentally found themselves in outside, he's feeling a bit more confident now in his actions. A fair amount more playful too, now that they've gotten past the initial awkward part of disrobing. His own arousal is fairly obvious between them, but he's in no rush. They may only have tonight, after all.
His hands run along her thighs with a bit of reverence, eyes meeting hers, the signature smirk on his lips before he tilts his head up to catch her lips with his own once more.]