Morrigan beckoned to Leliana. “Come, I have something to show you.”
Leliana looked up and studied her a moment before acquiescing to the request and followed along until Morrigan reached her camp. The witch chuckled to herself as she rummaged in her pack. She turned and waved the doll in Leliana’s direction.
“I say we should have some fun.”
“I’m all for female bonding, Morrigan, but do we have to play with dolls? I’d much rather do your hair.”
Morrigan thrust the doll forward, brandishing it right before the bard’s face. “You don’t see the resemblance?”
Leliana’s brows drew down in consternation and then flew up in surprise. She clapped a hand over her mouth, covering a startled giggle. “It looks like Alistair! Oh, how cute!”
Morrigan cackled. “Yes, ‘tis rather cute, isn’t it. Now we wait. No, you may not do my hair. Sit over there and stop giggling, you’re drawing attention to us.”
Sure enough, the remaining companions had glanced curiously in their direction, but not for long. Wynne excused herself, Zevran strolled toward the watch post and Sten remained stoic, sitting before the fire.
“What are we waiting for?” Leliana whispered.
“That.” Morrigan nodded toward the main campfire. Alistair held out a hand toward his fellow warden, Elissa, and the pair disappeared behind the flap of his tent.
~~~~~
Elissa reclined onto the bedroll with a soft sigh. It had been a long day of marching, skirmishing and bickering amongst the companions. She glanced up at Alistair as he secured the tent flaps and wondered if he’d mind if she simply wanted to cuddle tonight.
He turned around and she caught the look in those warm, hazel eyes. She chuckled. Oh well, she’d sleep when she was dead, right? She held out her arms and he lay down beside her, nuzzling her neck and kissing his way up over her chin and to her lips. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to his kisses, her hand slipping down his back to the hem of his shirt. She began to inch his shirt up over his head when Alistair collapsed against her in a fit of laughter.
Leliana looked up and studied her a moment before acquiescing to the request and followed along until Morrigan reached her camp. The witch chuckled to herself as she rummaged in her pack. She turned and waved the doll in Leliana’s direction.
“I say we should have some fun.”
“I’m all for female bonding, Morrigan, but do we have to play with dolls? I’d much rather do your hair.”
Morrigan thrust the doll forward, brandishing it right before the bard’s face. “You don’t see the resemblance?”
Leliana’s brows drew down in consternation and then flew up in surprise. She clapped a hand over her mouth, covering a startled giggle. “It looks like Alistair! Oh, how cute!”
Morrigan cackled. “Yes, ‘tis rather cute, isn’t it. Now we wait. No, you may not do my hair. Sit over there and stop giggling, you’re drawing attention to us.”
Sure enough, the remaining companions had glanced curiously in their direction, but not for long. Wynne excused herself, Zevran strolled toward the watch post and Sten remained stoic, sitting before the fire.
“What are we waiting for?” Leliana whispered.
“That.” Morrigan nodded toward the main campfire. Alistair held out a hand toward his fellow warden, Elissa, and the pair disappeared behind the flap of his tent.
~~~~~
Elissa reclined onto the bedroll with a soft sigh. It had been a long day of marching, skirmishing and bickering amongst the companions. She glanced up at Alistair as he secured the tent flaps and wondered if he’d mind if she simply wanted to cuddle tonight.
He turned around and she caught the look in those warm, hazel eyes. She chuckled. Oh well, she’d sleep when she was dead, right? She held out her arms and he lay down beside her, nuzzling her neck and kissing his way up over her chin and to her lips. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to his kisses, her hand slipping down his back to the hem of his shirt. She began to inch his shirt up over his head when Alistair collapsed against her in a fit of laughter.
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