Dragon Age One Shots

Baby, It's Cold Outside -- Alistair/Warden

Sunbeams peeked through the frost-spackled windows, light dashing from the battlements of the Vigil directly into my eye. With a groan, I accepted that morning had once again returned to thedas and the Warden Commander was required in full regalia before her troops. Lifting a hand, I picked up the edge of the wool duvet, exposing my naked skin to the frozen air swirling around the fireless room.

Well, clothes would solve that problem at least.

Set in my duty, I shifted to inch across the bed when a hand wrapped tight to my stomach. It hung there a moment, limp as if it were thrown purely on accident. I stared at the wide grip caressing my nude curve, the bones flexing under the taut skin as he seemed to slip back to sleep. After taking a breath, I resumed my slide to work and the fingers dug in. There was no pain, but I couldn't easily escape either.

Drowsy lips mumbled near the tuft of my hair yet clinging to the pillow, "It's cold outside."

"It's cold everywhere," I sighed to Alistair. It'd take nothing for me to pick his palm off, but I smiled at the gentle massage he worked against my lower belly.

"That's not true," his voice rose barely over a whisper as he wormed his body higher up our shared bed, "it's warm here." A naked leg swung over my hip, Alistair's enviable strength enveloping his body around the back of mine. He was fast to tuck me into his embrace, the swipe of his chest hair — swaying with his breaths — tickled my back. His chin nestled into my knotted hair as he slid above me.

I smiled at the sinewy thigh pressing into mine, his taut muscle in stark relief even as he pretended to slumber. Though, the pronounced prick pulsing awake at the top of my buttocks gave away his ruse. But no. No, I had a duty to the people, the Wardens.

Shaking my head deeper into the pillow, I said, "I really can't stay."

The palm that'd guarded my stomach slid lower, his pad swooping over my piled curves as Alistair circled his fingers up to my hip. Gripping to the tender flesh, he pulled his lips to my ear and breathed, "Why not?"

"There's a hundred things I need to do," I sighed. The moment my lips opened for an explanation, his palm began to worry up and down my thigh, each stretch of his arm reminding me of the cock pressing against my spine.

"What could possibly be more important than this nice warm bed?" he murmured, his hot breath darting into my ear. The leg over my hip shifted, knotting around my own right leg and he turned his hips to pull me partially onto him. His exploring hand finished digging into my thigh muscle. With only two fingers barely touching my attentive skin, he graced them upward over the path of my inner thigh.

When they reached the crease, my lips parted and a sigh escaped, encouraging him to run his fingers clear down to grip onto an asscheek. No. I couldn't let him win. Not like this. Maker, I'd never get anything done.

Spinning on my hip, I slid off the man who nearly had me splayed upon his body and begging for more. His soft brown eyes followed me, looking the perfect picture of innocence as I wagged a finger. "There's plenty that requires my attention."

"Such as?"

Maker's breath, he was in a mood this morning. Despite my insistence I would leave the bed, a chill swarmed up my naked back and I tugged the comforter around while doling out my list. "Meeting with the Wardens, the Treasurer, going over the armory stocks, attending a tea with Bann..."

Alistair wormed a hand under me. Before I could ask what he was doing, he grabbed my hips and pulled my body right over top of his. The coverlet knotted in the manic burst, slipping off my backside to expose it to the frozen elements. I moved to yank it back down, even as I found myself with knees astride his hips, when Alistair beat me to it.