The night in the camp wasn't all that bad. It was rough because when I managed to fall asleep, I had a nightmare. I saw this dragon, and an army of darkspawn. I managed to block out a good bit of it. Apparently I had been loud during my sleep, because when I woke Alistair was there. He was next to me, stripped of armor and sitting with his legs crossed. He was asleep though, his head propped up on his hand. He started to fall over slightly, and caught himself quickly then looked at me to see if I was awake. I smiled a little, and he blushed realizing he'd done that in front of me.
"You were having a nightmare," He said quietly, trying to change the subject. "What was it about?"
"Mm..." I replied, sitting up next to him. "Not sure... I saw a dragon and darkspawn..." I shrugged simply, and he sighed.
"Yeah, that's the archdemon..." he informed me, and I looked at him. He pursed his lips and nodded. I knew he'd had those dreams as well according to the look on his face, and the calm demeanor.
"Side effect of the blood?" I asked, stretching as I did.
"No, that's why we have it. So we can find the darkspawn better. More like a warning." He watched me, and shrugged a little. I was of course in my normal elven clothing as well, since I wasn't about to sleep in my armor. He looked me over a little, before looking away. "Some of the older wardens used to say they could even understand the archdemon a little bit."
"And what would they think it said?" I leaned over on his shoulder. It was the first time I had seen him without his armor, and he looked just as amazing without it as he did with it. I moved closer, brushing a hand over his chest. I felt the light, slightly rough fabric of his shirt, and the warmth of his body. I felt him shrug lightly in response, and poorly speak the words I don't know. It seemed he was no longer paying attention either. I rested my hand on his leg, grasping the slightly elastic fabric of his pants, and looking up at him from my spot on his shoulder. He looked at my hand, and his eyes seemed to venture up from there. Not moving from me, but examining me carefully, from my hand up my arm, across my chest until he finally looked me in the eye again.
"Are you alright?" He finally asked, though he was still absent in his words.
"I'm alright... Are you?" I responded, and he didn't reply. Just watched me. He slipped an arm behind me, and around my waist. His eyes hadn't left mine the entire time. He leaned a bit closer to me, and I flinched back slightly since I was unsure of his intention. I increased my grip on his clothing, when I realized what he wanted from me. He pulled me back again with the arm he'd had around my waist, and I felt his other hand move to rest on my shoulder. The first time I'd felt his hands... They were rough, from either being calloused or dry, I couldn't tell... And they were warm. His grip on me was firm, but not in a way that I couldn't pull back from if I wanted. And I couldn't tell if I wanted to or not. All the men I had been with before, and none of them compared to this. No touch had ever sent a shiver over my body, and no touch ever made my heart race. The cold around us seemed to be overwhelmed by the heat he left on my body by his touch. I felt a shaking breath lightly touch my cheek, and I instinctively closed my eyes. I didn't dare move, at the risk of breaking the moment he'd created. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I felt the warmth of his lips press on my cheek. He seemed unsure, and a bit weary of the action. Not because he didn't want it, but more because he didn't know what to do. I moved a hand up, beneath his shirt to feel his skin. He flinched forward slightly at the feel of my hands touching him, but his embrace didn't break. His hands wrapped in my clothing and held tightly just as his arms did around my body. It didn't seem he wanted to part when he did, but when he pulled back he looked at me with a soft look.
I quietly spoke his name for real no reason other than to break our silence. The sound made him smile, and move forward to hug me again.
"Why did you do that?" I asked quietly, massaging his back with the hand I had rested there.
