Dragon Age One Shots

Chocolate Box, Alistair/Warden

She fished around in the crate beside the campfire, digging through the supplies recently "acquired" by their assassin. Reaching back to bat a fallen hair from her face, she froze at the sound of a crash followed quickly by an adorable voice sputtering, "Blighted Maker's foot fungus."

Whipping her head over a shoulder she watched her fellow Grey Warden staggering up to his feet. A smashed box lay on the ground, but what drew her eyes was the massive smear of something brown all across his face. It claimed that impressive nose, his deadly cheekbones, that cute chin, and some even stained his pretty lips.

"Alistair...?" she asked, stretching out his name as he foolishly shrugged and kicked a foot into the box.

Giving up on the crate full of potatoes, she stepped quickly to the man smeared in whatever he'd been tasked with carrying. "Is that...?" Yanking her glove free, she drew her finger over his chin. The sharp prick of scruff tried to stab back, but it was smothered in the confection adhered to his skin.

"Chocolate?" By the waning firelight she got a good look at what coated both her finger and his delectable face.

"I suppose so," he shrugged, his rising smile threatening to crack the chocolate already drying to a shell. An Alistair shaped chocolate statue that was also true to life. Maker, that'd be something to see.

Laughing, she grabbed the fool's arms and wrapped them around herself. He paused in his wincing to focus on the woman rising to glance the tip of her teeth and tongue over his jaw. The decadent treat melted in her mouth...and the chocolate was pretty good too. A groan broke from Alistair, his eyes closed as she worked her way down to his chin.

She was about to plunge to his lips, when a thought struck her. "Wait a moment." She didn't leave his arms, but leaned back a bit to catch those sometimes mischievous eyes. "I've seen you on the battlefield, you are many things but you are not clumsy."

"Are you saying that I purposefully tripped so my face would plop into a box of chocolate knowing a beautiful woman would want to lick it all off? That's preposterous! Preponderous? Perspicuous?"

That fluffy voice that'd sometimes sing childish songs as he knotted the laces on his armor drifted so low her spine trilled. "Do you really think I'm that clever?"

Grabbing onto the back of his neck, she pulled him right to her lips. But she held off on the kiss. The thin skin of their mouths barely glanced upon each other, their eyes burning as she read every mischievous thought in his brain. "More than you know," she breathed, plunging for a kiss.