Dragon Age One Shots

Swimming, Alistair

Warm skin flexed under his hands, the beautiful woman dressed in this teeny-tiny swimwear that sent Alistair's jaw plummeting to the floor. When Renata strolled out of her tent to show it off, Alistair marched to her, scooped one arm around her back, another under her knees, and hoisted her into his arms. Without a second thought, he began to march towards the pristine lake rocking fishing boats and the creaking dock against the picturesque mountains.

Renata circled her arms around the back of his neck, her head straining to gaze across the pretty lake that seemed to stretch beyond the horizon. A giggle made the tiny bow at the top of her barely-top bounce along with her untethered bits. "Where are we going?" she laughed.

"It's a surprise," was all he'd answer, legs raising higher when his bare feet struck the wooden dock. It rolled along with the crashing waves, Alistair calmly strolling out onto it as Renata began to nuzzle her face against his neck. Hot lips left a red stain down his throat, the woman finding his Adam's apple particularly tasty.

She was using all her tricky wiles to get him to turn around, to rush back to their tent so he could rip those two small bands off her. No such luck. Alistair was firm in his convictions. Firm in other places too.

Reaching the edge of the dock, Alistair paused gazing out across the sunbeams bouncing off of whitecaps. In the distance, a gull crested its wings inward and dove deep into the water below. Renata turned her head to stare at the same sight, a sigh rolling in her throat, when her body stiffened.

"Alistair...what are you doing?"

The mischievous smile yanked up his lips, causing the woman in his arms to start to wiggle.

"Oh no! Don't you dare!"

"Swimsuits are meant to get wet," he snickered. Renata tried to dig in tighter so he both would and wouldn't let her down. Her legs kicked through thin air, but she didn't stand a chance of escape.

"Alistair, I swear to Andraste if you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Alistair took a step forward and -- with all his strength -- hurled her into the pristine lake. A shriek erupted from her lips, her pert bottom shattering the waves as Renata plummeted under the cool waves. Chuckling, he waited for her to surface, that tiny band no doubt washed even tighter to her body.

A hand broke first, then her waterlogged head. Renata tipped her mouth up to scream, "You idiot! I can't..." a wave washed over her, causing her to sputter, "I can't swim!"

Oh shit! Oh, blighted Maker! She couldn't? She could do damn near everything else!

The flailing turned to bubbles, Renata slipping from view. Without a second thought, Alistair leapt into the water. Cold snapped against his ass, the man in such a panic he forgot to do anything but jump straight in. Twisting in place, he dove down through the murky water trying to snag onto a hand or foot.

Swimming deeper and deeper, he kept diving until he struck the muddy bottom. Terrified, Alistair scrabbled over the ground, praying he'd stumble across her, but there was nothing. No sign of a woman drowning. Not even any disturbed sand. Just darkness and mud.

Pain seized up his lungs, sending Alistair panicking for the surface. When he broke, sucking in air, his heart leapt into his throat. There was no sign of her trying to break beside him, no bubbles to lead him to her. Where was she?!

Filling his lungs, Alistair was about to dive, when he heard a great belly laugh from the dock.

With a hand placed to her sopping wet hip, the bone jutted out above the tiny smalls, Renata laughed uproariously at him. "You idiot. I can too swim."

"Why...?!" Alistair sputtered, his eyes ready to bulge out while his heart slipped back down in place. She was okay. She was laughing at him, but okay. "Why did you let me think you drowned?!"

She tipped her head, the sunlight bouncing off of every water-droplet clinging to her skin. "That's what you get for throwing me into the lake."

Taking a deep breath, his conscience clearing, Alistair was about to admit that was a pretty good joke, when Renata began to run forward. She leapt into the sky, her legs tucked to her chest, as she shouted, "Trebuchet!"

A shadow blotted out the sun, Alistair realizing he needed to move, just as she shattered the lake's surface. Waves of silty water washed over Alistair, nearly drowning him. He wiped at his eyes and spat, trying to shake away the mess when Renata rose from the depths. The smile on her face was damn near contagious as she swept her arms around the back of his neck. Alistair was happy to grip onto her naked waist under the water.

While the two of them waded with their legs, Renata leaned closer, "And this is for jumping into save me." Her white-hot lips crashed onto his, softening to the perfect kiss as Alistair's hands swept up and down her back. Together, they spun in the water, the kiss never wanting to end.

But, just like summer turning into winter, Renata had to pull away. Her eyes sparkled in his as she whispered, "Wanna see who can make the biggest splash?"

"Oh, you are going down," Alistair chuckled.

Quirking an eyebrow, the talented swimmer paused in stroking towards the dock. "Only if you win," she said with a laugh.