Between the Sheets
Been lurking for awhile while I finished up some real life stuff that had to take precedence over stories, unfortunately. My muse has also taken a bit of a hiatus, so I haven't been writing much for the past few months. I wrote this story a long time ago but never posted it on ff.net due to ratings problems. It was also the first Dragon Age story I wrote. Placed behind an LJ cut text for obvious reasons, it's a PWP and is my take on what happens when the warden joins Leliana in her tent.
Title: Between the Sheets
Rating: NC-17
Canon: Female Cousland/Leliana
Disclaimers: I don’t own them, but I do like to take them out for a spin occasionally. This story contains spoilers for the game. So don’t read it if you haven’t played the game. Also avoid if the idea of two females getting it on annoys you, if you’re not old enough to read stories of this nature (which means you probably aren’t old enough to play this game), if you’re at work, or if you’re a large purple chicken.
You’ve been warned.
I followed her back to the tent, trying to ignore the strange, fluttering sensation in my belly. I couldn't believe that she had actually taken me up on my offer to join her in her tent. Just imagine, me, Alexis Cousland, the last of my line and one of the last of the Grey Wardens. About to make love for the first time. A blush colored my cheeks, and I prayed to the Maker that Leliana wouldn't turn around and see me blushing like a little schoolgirl.
***
I have been with many women. Back at my family's homestead, I had a reputation among the palace servants for my exploits. Few nights passed that I did not have someone to warm my bed in the evenings. Sometimes it was one of the wenches from the serving tavern - much to the dismay of my mother - who I am sure, no doubt, would have rather I settled down with one of the nice nobleman's sons. A few times it was the daughter of the aforementioned nobleman. It shames me now to think of the disgrace that I brought to my parents. I am certain that was one of the reasons my father had chosen me to remain behind while my brother led the troops to Ostagar. I was such a fool.
When I joined the Grey Wardens, I swore that things would be different. As a daughter, I was a disgrace. Now, though I had a chance to redeem myself, and to become a source of pride to my family. True, I knew Alistair desired me. But I had given my heart to the Wardens, and so had he.
My resolve did not waver until that one day. That was the day I saw her. Leliana. The one who would steal my heart.
It was her eyes that had first captured my attention. Eyes the color of the Amaranthine Ocean. Hair the color of an open flame, searing its way into my memory. My mother had told me that this moment would come - the moment when the world would fade away and I would lay eyes on my soul mate for the first time. I only wish she were alive to see me now. Perhaps it is better that she can only watch me from the Fade. I know she must be laughing at me.
The others thought me crazy to allow Leliana to join us without so much as a question as to her motives. Little did they know I could no sooner send her away than cut out my own heart. From the moment I laid eyes on her I knew I desired her. Oh how Morrigan had chided me, teasing me about my desire to corrupt an innocent Chantry maiden. But no one could have possibly understood the connection that formed from the moment our eyes first met. It was a connection that transcended time, perhaps even death itself. The startled expression that had appeared on her face when we first locked eyes told me that she had felt it too.
* * *
We arrived in her tent, and I stood around, staring at the sparse accommodations that I knew were so unlike my love's previous life. A small row of trinkets rested along the head of her sleeping furs. Trinkets I had given her in my attempts to woo her. Imagine, me a Grey Warden, trying to woo a sister of the Chantry like a young teenager awkwardly courting their first love.
"I know it isn't much," Leliana's soft-spoken seductive voice rang out from behind me.
"It's perfect," I whispered softly, turning and facing her. The soft light of a low fire illuminated her face, dancing across her features like little fireflies. The uncertain expression in her eyes immediately captured my heart, and in a moment I was at her side, my arms wrapped around her slender waist, gazing into her eyes as I rested my forehead against hers.
"Leliana," I whispered, her name rolling off my tongue like pure honey. "Love," I whispered. "Are you certain about this? We don't have to..."
I was silenced by the feel of her lips against mine in a kiss so searing that I almost lost use of my legs. It seemed to go on forever, and I lost myself in the feel of the softness of her lips against mine. Her lips tasted of jasmine and honey, an intoxicating combination that could make me forget my very name. After what seemed like an eternity, we parted, her gaze falling upon mine.
"You think entirely too much, Warden." She said with a mischievous gleam in her eye. Maker, this woman will be the death of me.
"I just want to make sure... I mean I know what ha... I..." My words trailed off and I cursed my sudden ineptitude with speech. Leliana placed a finger gently over my lips.
"Hush, Warden," she whispered softly. "We both must leave our pasts where they belong. Let us remain in the present."
I couldn't help myself. I brought my lips to hers, kissing her as I'd never kissed another woman. My hold around her body tightened, and I felt her melt into my arms. I parted my lips slightly, tracing my tongue across her lower lip, smiling when her lips parted, granting me permission into her mouth. I explored the warmth eagerly, moaning when she began her own fervent exploration.
Maker, if I thought it was possible to love this woman even more than I already did, I couldn't have imagined it. It was with great reluctance I drew back, staring deeply into eyes that were filled with as much burning passion as my own.
"Please," I whispered, "call me Alexis. Tonight I am not a Grey Warden, just a woman in love."
Leliana smiled coyly, brushing her lips lightly over mine. "Very well, Alexis. But for being just a woman in love, you have entirely too much armor on."
My hands immediately went to the buckles that held the armor to my body, muttering a low curse when they wouldn't obey my orders and move more quickly. Leliana smiled, her hands closing over mine, which stilled in their frantic motion.
"Allow me," she said, and with all of the grace and agility I have come to expect from her, she plucked the laces from one, then the other of my bracers, removing the offending pieces of equipment as if they were no more trouble than a stray speck of dust, perhaps. Then, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she lowered to her knees in front of me, her fingers working nimbly at the laces of my boots.
All moisture in my body had, for certain at this point, fled south. My mouth felt abnormally dry, the strange, fluttering sensation in my belly growing even more pronounced at the brush of her fingers across my skin. I closed my eyes tightly, willing some semblance of control into my body as she slowly pushed herself up with the intent of undoing the clasps of my armor. My hands covered hers, stilling their motion.
"Wait, my bard," I said softly, my own hands moving to the straps of her armor. "You have entirely too many clothes on. If you would allow me, my lady?"
The smile that passed over her features could have warmed the cruelest of hearts. "Only if you call me by name."
"Leliana," I whispered the name like a benediction, "my love." I slowly turned over one wrist, my fingers not faltering this time as I unlaced the leather bracer from her body, teasing the soft, supple fabric from her delicate skin. I pressed my lips against her pulse point, feeling the irregular thud in her heartbeat. Her nostrils flared slightly, a clear indication of her arousal, but her control was legendary, and she did not falter as I removed the bracer from her other arm, and fell to my knees before her.
I placed a gentle kiss on a bit of exposed flesh on her thigh, her low moan a reward to my eagerly waiting ears. With great care I undid the laces of her boots, sliding off first one, then the other, exposing the most perfect set of feet I am certain have walked the Maker's lands. It was with great reluctance that I stood to my feet, sliding my arms up the corded muscles of her arms to where I knew the buckles of her armor rested.
I undid these clasps, feeling all thought leave my head as the armor slid smoothly from her body, leaving only the thin fabric of her undergarments a barrier between us. My eyes greedily soaked in the sight of her creamy white skin, so soft and yet I knew the strength of the muscles that lied deceptively below the surface. I brushed my fingers across her stomach, feeling them tense under the attention, allowing my gaze to drift up to the sheer fabric covering her breasts. I could almost trace the outline of her nipples, rapidly hardening, through the fabric. I reached up with the intent of exploring those hidden fruits when her fingers clamped gently on mine.
"Not so quickly, Alexis," her voice was filled with barely restrained passion. "You still have your armor on."
A wry smile crossed my features as I felt myself be turned around, facing away from Leliana as she began to work at the last remaining piece of my armor. I felt a cool chill cross my back as the offending piece of equipment fell and I lay exposed, except for my undergarments, for her to see.
Now my body is something I take great pride in, but it is a warrior's body, and I bear more than a few marks of war across my flesh. Not many, mind you, for I am a good warrior. But enough that I still somewhat harbor fear of being regarded with disdain by my lovers. Perhaps that is one reason why I have not seriously sought out true companionship.
I felt Leliana's lips flutter across the back of my neck. A particularly fine scar, I knew, because she had stitched it up herself after our encounter at Redcliffe Castle. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the exclamation of disgust that I was sure would follow.
"By the Maker," Leliana exclaimed softly, sliding a cool fingertip down my shoulder. "You are beautiful."
My head twisted back, regarding her earnest expression with confusion. "You mean you don't find me ugly?"
Leliana laughed, causing my cheeks to flood with embarrassment. I began to draw away, shame filling my heart, but stopped when I felt her hand gently restrain my shoulder.
"My apologies," she whispered softly. "I was not laughing at you, merely at the notion that a goddess such as yourself could ever consider herself ugly. You are a vision of perfection, my dear."
A smile rose unbidden to my lips and I turned my head slightly, to regard her. "Do you really think me beautiful?"
Leliana traced a finger down my bare shoulder, her lips pressing gently against the back of my neck. "Exquisite," she murmured, her fingertips trailing down my back, unclasping my bra and freeing my breasts. I let out a low moan as her hands slid around me, capturing my breasts so perfectly, her fingertips caressing the hardened nipples with well-rehearsed motions. I arched backwards as she massaged my breasts, her hands working their magic for a small eternity before one hand traced a path along my stomach and cupped the source of my womanhood.
"So very beautiful," she murmured into my ear, her other hand, which had been previously massaging my breast, joined the other and removed my final barrier of clothing. "Turn, let me see you."
I obeyed, goose bumps rising on my flesh as I faced her, naked, for the first time. I flushed under her intense gaze, before I remembered her earlier words and lifted my chin, standing proud before her.
"Beautiful," she whispered, and in that moment I knew I had fallen deeply, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with this woman. I also knew I did not want to wait one more moment in showing her. I crossed the small space between us, drawing her tightly into my arms.
"I feel as if I've waited a lifetime to find you," I said, reaching up with my hand and brushing my fingertips across her cheek. "I love you, Leliana."
She leaned into my touch, her green eyes suspiciously bright. "I could not imagine that when I left Orlais where my path would take me. I am so very fortunate that it led me to you." Leliana turned, pressing her lips against my palm. I cradled her face gently between my two palms and brushed my lips against hers. Little jolts of electricity coursed down my spine when we made contact. I brushed my lips against hers once, and then again, deepening the contact.
My hands slid up along the exposed flesh on her back, sliding underneath the thin fabric of her bra and unhooking it, slipping the thin fabric off her shoulders. I moaned into the kiss as we parted slightly, allowing the fabric to slip unhampered to the floor, and then came back together and I was able to feel the fullness of her breasts press against my skin. I slid my hands along the bare skin of her back, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pushing them over the curve of her hips and letting them slide to the floor.
She moaned as our flesh came fully together for the first time, her hardened nipples pressing into my skin, driving me mad from desire. Gently, as if she were a precious glass ornament, I began to guide her down, supporting her carefully as we lay onto the soft furs. Our lips never once parted from their earnest exploration as I slid a hand up her thigh, tracing over the curve of her hip, and up her ribcage, stopping just short of touching her breast. I drew back, my gaze meeting hers as a lover, observing the way her skin flushed under my touch, the tiny pants her breath came in, the way her lips seemed just a little fuller in the dim light of the tent.
"Please, Alexis..." Leliana opened her eyes, pinning me with a smoldering expression.
I leaned in, brushing my lips softly over hers as my hand covered her breast, my fingertips tracing the outline of the hardened nipple.
Leliana groaned loudly, her back arching into me. I covered the smooth flesh with my hand, massaging the flesh as I continued to kiss her, trying to communicate my love with every touch, every caress.
Her back arched once more as my lips trailed their way down her jaw line, following her pulse point of her neck and suckling gently. I could feel her heart racing under the sudden attentions, moaning softly into her neck as her fingers dug into the flesh of my back. I continued to kiss her at that particular spot for quite some time, until she was nearly pleading with me to continue my ministrations lower.
I felt her legs part, allowing my thigh to fall against the moist center of her womanhood. Maker, she is so aroused. I can scarcely believe that I am the source of this pleasure. I instantly vow that I will do nothing to ever bring her pain.
I let my lips trail down the midline of her neck, following her soft, creamy skin between her breasts, before my lips worked their way to one of the hardened pebbles of flesh, suckling gently. Leliana let out a sharp cry, arching into my mouth. I pulled her tightly against me, moaning softly into her flesh. With my thigh I begin to rock against her center, our hips moving together in an ancient rhythm as old as time. I can feel my own wetness coating her thigh as my own arousal grows. My lips reluctantly release their hold of her hardened nipple, working their way up the salty flesh, returning to her neck and continuing to suckle there. I bring my hand across her hips, tracing across the glistening flesh as I move my way toward her core, gently cupping the source of her arousal.
"Maker," Leliana hissed through clenched teeth. "Please, do not stop." Her own hand closed around my wrist, gripping it with surprising strength, and pushing it lower. Her eyes opened briefly, meeting mine in a passionate stare. "I want to feel you," she whispered, "all of you." She continued, placing two of my fingers near her entrance.
I slowly slipped my fingers inside of her, marveling at the moist warmth that surrounded me as I filled her. I paused for a moment as her hips stilled, allowing her some time to accustom herself to me, knowing that it had been a long time since she had been with another in this way. After a moment she began to move her hips against mine, and I began to slowly thrust into her, barely suppressing a groan at the most delectable sensations that created in myself. I curled my fingers slightly brushing her inner walls with each stroke, fueled by her cries of passion. With my thumb I reached up to the small, hooded nub, stroking it in tune with each thrust of her hips, driving her closer to the brink.
A pause, and then a shudder, her cries for passion swallowed up by my lips pressed against hers. Leliana's body convulsed against mine as her orgasm overtook her. She clenched around my fingers with such intensity it was surprising. I continued my motions, drawing out her passions out for as long as I was able, until finally she fell back
against the furs, spent. Leliana's eyes remained closed, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Right then, with her sweat-soaked hair plastered to her forehead, the signs of our passion so evident in her expression, she looked like a goddess. Surely, Andraste couldn't have been more beautiful.
I kissed her softly upon her lips, waiting until her hips stilled before I fully withdrew from her center. She shuddered as my fingers left her core, her eyes finally opening to meet my passionate gaze with a hidden fire I had never seen in my new lover.
"Thank you," she whispered softly. “That was...was...” She fell silent, her fingertips caressing my face.
"My lady, if you would but ask for the world, I would do all in my power to give it to you," I replied, reveling in the softness of her fingers against my heated skin.
Leliana's hand wrapped around my neck, drawing my lips to hers in such a fervent kiss that I had felt I had never been truly kissed before. I parted my lips as her questing tongue demanded to explore the warmth of my mouth. I moaned as I felt her hands eagerly cup my breasts, massaging them until I was throbbing with need.
I scarcely noticed the deftness with which she had managed to roll us both over so that she was on top of me and I was her willing captive, but not a complaint left my mouth as her lips nibbled their way down my neck, fastening hard onto my pulse point and sucking. I groaned at the feel of her naked flesh against mine, of the erotic nature of my new lover's fingers teasing my nipples into hardened points. But when her lips left my neck; destined for points further south, what little semblance of control I held quickly faded.
"Maker," I hissed as her mouth latched onto one of my nipples, nibbling softly. I had not been a terribly religious girl before my parent’s death, but this was pure Heaven.
Leliana kissed her way across my chest, spending a fair amount of time on my other nipple, lavishing it with her tongue and hands until my body was positively throbbing for more. I cried out softly as her kisses trailed lower, tracing the outline of a faint scar that I had earned at Orzammar. It ran down my side from just below my left breast to just below my...
Maker! My hips came up off the bed involuntarily as Leliana's kisses followed the dips and curves of my stomach. I felt myself grow instantly wet as she positioned herself lower, between my legs. Her lips brushed across the inside of my thigh, rendering me totally incoherent. I let out a low moan of pleasure as her kisses moved inward in a more intimate fashion. The sensation of her lips and tongue working their magic against me nearly drove me over the edge then and there. But I fought against the total loss of control.
"Alexis," Leliana whispered, the words rolling off her tongue in an almost melodic fashion. "Let me love you." She continued, her index finger tracing around my entrance in a tantalizing fashion.
I could only nod, for if I spoke I knew I would lose all remaining vestiges of control. Leliana smiled coyly, and then pressed her lips against me as she slid a finger effortlessly into my warm, wet folds.
My hips shot up instinctively, moving in time with her thrusts as she made love to me with lips and fingers. I could feel the pressure beginning to build inside of me, threatening to burst free.
And then I was falling. My eyes clenched so tightly shut that I nearly saw stars as the waves of pleasure overtook me. Coherent thought left me as Leliana drew out my cries with her lips and very talented fingers. I called her name out over and over until my voice grew hoarse.
I did not feel Leliana move from me, placing a last, tender kiss on my folds as she crawled up my body. I only remember the utmost care as she took my shaking, nearly sobbing form as she held me, whispering soft, comforting declarations of love into my ears until I was once again in control of my emotions.
If it had been anyone but Leliana, I would have demanded that they leave the tent, so ashamed I would have been from my childish display of emotion. But I was not, and because it was her, I allowed myself to be cradled in her arms until the dawn of a new day first cast its lonely rays of light across our campsite.
It was then that I finally realized that while I had entertained many lovers in my past, last night I had made love for the first time. I squinted one eye open, relieved to see Leliana was still sleeping.
Leliana turned over, snuggling her head into my shoulder and wrapping an arm around my bare stomach. The look of contentment on her face was so peaceful. I smiled, making a vow to myself then and there that I would remain by Leliana’s side for the rest of my days.
Title: Between the Sheets
Rating: NC-17
Canon: Female Cousland/Leliana
Disclaimers: I don’t own them, but I do like to take them out for a spin occasionally. This story contains spoilers for the game. So don’t read it if you haven’t played the game. Also avoid if the idea of two females getting it on annoys you, if you’re not old enough to read stories of this nature (which means you probably aren’t old enough to play this game), if you’re at work, or if you’re a large purple chicken.
You’ve been warned.
I followed her back to the tent, trying to ignore the strange, fluttering sensation in my belly. I couldn't believe that she had actually taken me up on my offer to join her in her tent. Just imagine, me, Alexis Cousland, the last of my line and one of the last of the Grey Wardens. About to make love for the first time. A blush colored my cheeks, and I prayed to the Maker that Leliana wouldn't turn around and see me blushing like a little schoolgirl.
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I have been with many women. Back at my family's homestead, I had a reputation among the palace servants for my exploits. Few nights passed that I did not have someone to warm my bed in the evenings. Sometimes it was one of the wenches from the serving tavern - much to the dismay of my mother - who I am sure, no doubt, would have rather I settled down with one of the nice nobleman's sons. A few times it was the daughter of the aforementioned nobleman. It shames me now to think of the disgrace that I brought to my parents. I am certain that was one of the reasons my father had chosen me to remain behind while my brother led the troops to Ostagar. I was such a fool.
When I joined the Grey Wardens, I swore that things would be different. As a daughter, I was a disgrace. Now, though I had a chance to redeem myself, and to become a source of pride to my family. True, I knew Alistair desired me. But I had given my heart to the Wardens, and so had he.
My resolve did not waver until that one day. That was the day I saw her. Leliana. The one who would steal my heart.
It was her eyes that had first captured my attention. Eyes the color of the Amaranthine Ocean. Hair the color of an open flame, searing its way into my memory. My mother had told me that this moment would come - the moment when the world would fade away and I would lay eyes on my soul mate for the first time. I only wish she were alive to see me now. Perhaps it is better that she can only watch me from the Fade. I know she must be laughing at me.
The others thought me crazy to allow Leliana to join us without so much as a question as to her motives. Little did they know I could no sooner send her away than cut out my own heart. From the moment I laid eyes on her I knew I desired her. Oh how Morrigan had chided me, teasing me about my desire to corrupt an innocent Chantry maiden. But no one could have possibly understood the connection that formed from the moment our eyes first met. It was a connection that transcended time, perhaps even death itself. The startled expression that had appeared on her face when we first locked eyes told me that she had felt it too.
* * *
We arrived in her tent, and I stood around, staring at the sparse accommodations that I knew were so unlike my love's previous life. A small row of trinkets rested along the head of her sleeping furs. Trinkets I had given her in my attempts to woo her. Imagine, me a Grey Warden, trying to woo a sister of the Chantry like a young teenager awkwardly courting their first love.
"I know it isn't much," Leliana's soft-spoken seductive voice rang out from behind me.
"It's perfect," I whispered softly, turning and facing her. The soft light of a low fire illuminated her face, dancing across her features like little fireflies. The uncertain expression in her eyes immediately captured my heart, and in a moment I was at her side, my arms wrapped around her slender waist, gazing into her eyes as I rested my forehead against hers.
"Leliana," I whispered, her name rolling off my tongue like pure honey. "Love," I whispered. "Are you certain about this? We don't have to..."
I was silenced by the feel of her lips against mine in a kiss so searing that I almost lost use of my legs. It seemed to go on forever, and I lost myself in the feel of the softness of her lips against mine. Her lips tasted of jasmine and honey, an intoxicating combination that could make me forget my very name. After what seemed like an eternity, we parted, her gaze falling upon mine.
"You think entirely too much, Warden." She said with a mischievous gleam in her eye. Maker, this woman will be the death of me.
"I just want to make sure... I mean I know what ha... I..." My words trailed off and I cursed my sudden ineptitude with speech. Leliana placed a finger gently over my lips.
"Hush, Warden," she whispered softly. "We both must leave our pasts where they belong. Let us remain in the present."
I couldn't help myself. I brought my lips to hers, kissing her as I'd never kissed another woman. My hold around her body tightened, and I felt her melt into my arms. I parted my lips slightly, tracing my tongue across her lower lip, smiling when her lips parted, granting me permission into her mouth. I explored the warmth eagerly, moaning when she began her own fervent exploration.
Maker, if I thought it was possible to love this woman even more than I already did, I couldn't have imagined it. It was with great reluctance I drew back, staring deeply into eyes that were filled with as much burning passion as my own.
"Please," I whispered, "call me Alexis. Tonight I am not a Grey Warden, just a woman in love."
Leliana smiled coyly, brushing her lips lightly over mine. "Very well, Alexis. But for being just a woman in love, you have entirely too much armor on."
My hands immediately went to the buckles that held the armor to my body, muttering a low curse when they wouldn't obey my orders and move more quickly. Leliana smiled, her hands closing over mine, which stilled in their frantic motion.
"Allow me," she said, and with all of the grace and agility I have come to expect from her, she plucked the laces from one, then the other of my bracers, removing the offending pieces of equipment as if they were no more trouble than a stray speck of dust, perhaps. Then, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she lowered to her knees in front of me, her fingers working nimbly at the laces of my boots.
All moisture in my body had, for certain at this point, fled south. My mouth felt abnormally dry, the strange, fluttering sensation in my belly growing even more pronounced at the brush of her fingers across my skin. I closed my eyes tightly, willing some semblance of control into my body as she slowly pushed herself up with the intent of undoing the clasps of my armor. My hands covered hers, stilling their motion.
"Wait, my bard," I said softly, my own hands moving to the straps of her armor. "You have entirely too many clothes on. If you would allow me, my lady?"
The smile that passed over her features could have warmed the cruelest of hearts. "Only if you call me by name."
"Leliana," I whispered the name like a benediction, "my love." I slowly turned over one wrist, my fingers not faltering this time as I unlaced the leather bracer from her body, teasing the soft, supple fabric from her delicate skin. I pressed my lips against her pulse point, feeling the irregular thud in her heartbeat. Her nostrils flared slightly, a clear indication of her arousal, but her control was legendary, and she did not falter as I removed the bracer from her other arm, and fell to my knees before her.
I placed a gentle kiss on a bit of exposed flesh on her thigh, her low moan a reward to my eagerly waiting ears. With great care I undid the laces of her boots, sliding off first one, then the other, exposing the most perfect set of feet I am certain have walked the Maker's lands. It was with great reluctance that I stood to my feet, sliding my arms up the corded muscles of her arms to where I knew the buckles of her armor rested.
I undid these clasps, feeling all thought leave my head as the armor slid smoothly from her body, leaving only the thin fabric of her undergarments a barrier between us. My eyes greedily soaked in the sight of her creamy white skin, so soft and yet I knew the strength of the muscles that lied deceptively below the surface. I brushed my fingers across her stomach, feeling them tense under the attention, allowing my gaze to drift up to the sheer fabric covering her breasts. I could almost trace the outline of her nipples, rapidly hardening, through the fabric. I reached up with the intent of exploring those hidden fruits when her fingers clamped gently on mine.
"Not so quickly, Alexis," her voice was filled with barely restrained passion. "You still have your armor on."
A wry smile crossed my features as I felt myself be turned around, facing away from Leliana as she began to work at the last remaining piece of my armor. I felt a cool chill cross my back as the offending piece of equipment fell and I lay exposed, except for my undergarments, for her to see.
Now my body is something I take great pride in, but it is a warrior's body, and I bear more than a few marks of war across my flesh. Not many, mind you, for I am a good warrior. But enough that I still somewhat harbor fear of being regarded with disdain by my lovers. Perhaps that is one reason why I have not seriously sought out true companionship.
I felt Leliana's lips flutter across the back of my neck. A particularly fine scar, I knew, because she had stitched it up herself after our encounter at Redcliffe Castle. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the exclamation of disgust that I was sure would follow.
"By the Maker," Leliana exclaimed softly, sliding a cool fingertip down my shoulder. "You are beautiful."
My head twisted back, regarding her earnest expression with confusion. "You mean you don't find me ugly?"
Leliana laughed, causing my cheeks to flood with embarrassment. I began to draw away, shame filling my heart, but stopped when I felt her hand gently restrain my shoulder.
"My apologies," she whispered softly. "I was not laughing at you, merely at the notion that a goddess such as yourself could ever consider herself ugly. You are a vision of perfection, my dear."
A smile rose unbidden to my lips and I turned my head slightly, to regard her. "Do you really think me beautiful?"
Leliana traced a finger down my bare shoulder, her lips pressing gently against the back of my neck. "Exquisite," she murmured, her fingertips trailing down my back, unclasping my bra and freeing my breasts. I let out a low moan as her hands slid around me, capturing my breasts so perfectly, her fingertips caressing the hardened nipples with well-rehearsed motions. I arched backwards as she massaged my breasts, her hands working their magic for a small eternity before one hand traced a path along my stomach and cupped the source of my womanhood.
"So very beautiful," she murmured into my ear, her other hand, which had been previously massaging my breast, joined the other and removed my final barrier of clothing. "Turn, let me see you."
I obeyed, goose bumps rising on my flesh as I faced her, naked, for the first time. I flushed under her intense gaze, before I remembered her earlier words and lifted my chin, standing proud before her.
"Beautiful," she whispered, and in that moment I knew I had fallen deeply, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with this woman. I also knew I did not want to wait one more moment in showing her. I crossed the small space between us, drawing her tightly into my arms.
"I feel as if I've waited a lifetime to find you," I said, reaching up with my hand and brushing my fingertips across her cheek. "I love you, Leliana."
She leaned into my touch, her green eyes suspiciously bright. "I could not imagine that when I left Orlais where my path would take me. I am so very fortunate that it led me to you." Leliana turned, pressing her lips against my palm. I cradled her face gently between my two palms and brushed my lips against hers. Little jolts of electricity coursed down my spine when we made contact. I brushed my lips against hers once, and then again, deepening the contact.
My hands slid up along the exposed flesh on her back, sliding underneath the thin fabric of her bra and unhooking it, slipping the thin fabric off her shoulders. I moaned into the kiss as we parted slightly, allowing the fabric to slip unhampered to the floor, and then came back together and I was able to feel the fullness of her breasts press against my skin. I slid my hands along the bare skin of her back, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pushing them over the curve of her hips and letting them slide to the floor.
She moaned as our flesh came fully together for the first time, her hardened nipples pressing into my skin, driving me mad from desire. Gently, as if she were a precious glass ornament, I began to guide her down, supporting her carefully as we lay onto the soft furs. Our lips never once parted from their earnest exploration as I slid a hand up her thigh, tracing over the curve of her hip, and up her ribcage, stopping just short of touching her breast. I drew back, my gaze meeting hers as a lover, observing the way her skin flushed under my touch, the tiny pants her breath came in, the way her lips seemed just a little fuller in the dim light of the tent.
"Please, Alexis..." Leliana opened her eyes, pinning me with a smoldering expression.
I leaned in, brushing my lips softly over hers as my hand covered her breast, my fingertips tracing the outline of the hardened nipple.
Leliana groaned loudly, her back arching into me. I covered the smooth flesh with my hand, massaging the flesh as I continued to kiss her, trying to communicate my love with every touch, every caress.
Her back arched once more as my lips trailed their way down her jaw line, following her pulse point of her neck and suckling gently. I could feel her heart racing under the sudden attentions, moaning softly into her neck as her fingers dug into the flesh of my back. I continued to kiss her at that particular spot for quite some time, until she was nearly pleading with me to continue my ministrations lower.
I felt her legs part, allowing my thigh to fall against the moist center of her womanhood. Maker, she is so aroused. I can scarcely believe that I am the source of this pleasure. I instantly vow that I will do nothing to ever bring her pain.
I let my lips trail down the midline of her neck, following her soft, creamy skin between her breasts, before my lips worked their way to one of the hardened pebbles of flesh, suckling gently. Leliana let out a sharp cry, arching into my mouth. I pulled her tightly against me, moaning softly into her flesh. With my thigh I begin to rock against her center, our hips moving together in an ancient rhythm as old as time. I can feel my own wetness coating her thigh as my own arousal grows. My lips reluctantly release their hold of her hardened nipple, working their way up the salty flesh, returning to her neck and continuing to suckle there. I bring my hand across her hips, tracing across the glistening flesh as I move my way toward her core, gently cupping the source of her arousal.
"Maker," Leliana hissed through clenched teeth. "Please, do not stop." Her own hand closed around my wrist, gripping it with surprising strength, and pushing it lower. Her eyes opened briefly, meeting mine in a passionate stare. "I want to feel you," she whispered, "all of you." She continued, placing two of my fingers near her entrance.
I slowly slipped my fingers inside of her, marveling at the moist warmth that surrounded me as I filled her. I paused for a moment as her hips stilled, allowing her some time to accustom herself to me, knowing that it had been a long time since she had been with another in this way. After a moment she began to move her hips against mine, and I began to slowly thrust into her, barely suppressing a groan at the most delectable sensations that created in myself. I curled my fingers slightly brushing her inner walls with each stroke, fueled by her cries of passion. With my thumb I reached up to the small, hooded nub, stroking it in tune with each thrust of her hips, driving her closer to the brink.
A pause, and then a shudder, her cries for passion swallowed up by my lips pressed against hers. Leliana's body convulsed against mine as her orgasm overtook her. She clenched around my fingers with such intensity it was surprising. I continued my motions, drawing out her passions out for as long as I was able, until finally she fell back
against the furs, spent. Leliana's eyes remained closed, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Right then, with her sweat-soaked hair plastered to her forehead, the signs of our passion so evident in her expression, she looked like a goddess. Surely, Andraste couldn't have been more beautiful.
I kissed her softly upon her lips, waiting until her hips stilled before I fully withdrew from her center. She shuddered as my fingers left her core, her eyes finally opening to meet my passionate gaze with a hidden fire I had never seen in my new lover.
"Thank you," she whispered softly. “That was...was...” She fell silent, her fingertips caressing my face.
"My lady, if you would but ask for the world, I would do all in my power to give it to you," I replied, reveling in the softness of her fingers against my heated skin.
Leliana's hand wrapped around my neck, drawing my lips to hers in such a fervent kiss that I had felt I had never been truly kissed before. I parted my lips as her questing tongue demanded to explore the warmth of my mouth. I moaned as I felt her hands eagerly cup my breasts, massaging them until I was throbbing with need.
I scarcely noticed the deftness with which she had managed to roll us both over so that she was on top of me and I was her willing captive, but not a complaint left my mouth as her lips nibbled their way down my neck, fastening hard onto my pulse point and sucking. I groaned at the feel of her naked flesh against mine, of the erotic nature of my new lover's fingers teasing my nipples into hardened points. But when her lips left my neck; destined for points further south, what little semblance of control I held quickly faded.
"Maker," I hissed as her mouth latched onto one of my nipples, nibbling softly. I had not been a terribly religious girl before my parent’s death, but this was pure Heaven.
Leliana kissed her way across my chest, spending a fair amount of time on my other nipple, lavishing it with her tongue and hands until my body was positively throbbing for more. I cried out softly as her kisses trailed lower, tracing the outline of a faint scar that I had earned at Orzammar. It ran down my side from just below my left breast to just below my...
Maker! My hips came up off the bed involuntarily as Leliana's kisses followed the dips and curves of my stomach. I felt myself grow instantly wet as she positioned herself lower, between my legs. Her lips brushed across the inside of my thigh, rendering me totally incoherent. I let out a low moan of pleasure as her kisses moved inward in a more intimate fashion. The sensation of her lips and tongue working their magic against me nearly drove me over the edge then and there. But I fought against the total loss of control.
"Alexis," Leliana whispered, the words rolling off her tongue in an almost melodic fashion. "Let me love you." She continued, her index finger tracing around my entrance in a tantalizing fashion.
I could only nod, for if I spoke I knew I would lose all remaining vestiges of control. Leliana smiled coyly, and then pressed her lips against me as she slid a finger effortlessly into my warm, wet folds.
My hips shot up instinctively, moving in time with her thrusts as she made love to me with lips and fingers. I could feel the pressure beginning to build inside of me, threatening to burst free.
And then I was falling. My eyes clenched so tightly shut that I nearly saw stars as the waves of pleasure overtook me. Coherent thought left me as Leliana drew out my cries with her lips and very talented fingers. I called her name out over and over until my voice grew hoarse.
I did not feel Leliana move from me, placing a last, tender kiss on my folds as she crawled up my body. I only remember the utmost care as she took my shaking, nearly sobbing form as she held me, whispering soft, comforting declarations of love into my ears until I was once again in control of my emotions.
If it had been anyone but Leliana, I would have demanded that they leave the tent, so ashamed I would have been from my childish display of emotion. But I was not, and because it was her, I allowed myself to be cradled in her arms until the dawn of a new day first cast its lonely rays of light across our campsite.
It was then that I finally realized that while I had entertained many lovers in my past, last night I had made love for the first time. I squinted one eye open, relieved to see Leliana was still sleeping.
Leliana turned over, snuggling her head into my shoulder and wrapping an arm around my bare stomach. The look of contentment on her face was so peaceful. I smiled, making a vow to myself then and there that I would remain by Leliana’s side for the rest of my days.