its_not_tuesday | it's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes (closed to Jo)

Sliding her hands over his back, she pressed a little closer as well, enjoying the feel of his frame against her own. Pressing a kiss against the curve of his neck, she nuzzled him softly. "Have I ever told you how good you feel?"

"Do you know, I think you've neglected to mentioned that." He smirked a little, threading his fingers tenderly through her hair, tracing the curve of her cheek with his thumb. "Though since I've neglected to mention the same thing I suppose we're even."

"I think we're making up for it." She smirked against his skin, pressing another kiss to the spot behind his ear.

"That's a lovely thought," he murmured, ducking his head to resume kissing a path down her neck and chest, one hand trailing up her body to cup her breast. "I'll take it."

"I'll take it too." She replied breathlessly, arching into his hand.

Sex, Alistair was discovering (and not without some measure of amusement in said discovery), wasn't all that different from fighting. Pay attention to your opponent's every move and reaction, counter as necessary, turn weaknesses to your advantage. Same principle, really. He paid attention to reactions and reacted appropriately, brushing the backs of his fingers across the peak of one breast while he ducked his head and swept his tongue across the other, feeling the skin tighten, the little goosebumps raise automatically all along her skin.

She didn't mind that he compared sex to fighting because she could certainly look at it the same way, especially since it was working so well for him. Her breath shuddered as his tongue swept across her breast, causing her nipple to tighten further and goosebumps to rise up. She squirmed, feeling the heat start to grow between her legs as she shifted against him, her fingers still wandering to caress his skin wherever she could reach.

He felt the way she squirmed against him and picked up fairly quickly on what she needed. He let his hand slide down her body to unbutton and unzip her pants, shifting to tease her other breast with his mouth as his fingers slid inside her panties to find her sex with a careful, testing touch.

She moaned his name ever so softly, shifting her legs further apart to give him easier access as she rocked her hips to get closer to his fingers. Tilting her head back, she strained to catch her breath as she closed her eyes and tightened her fingers around his shoulders as though he were the anchor keeping her there.

Fascinated by her reactions, his slid his fingers through her slick heat until he found the little bud of nerves, the pads of his fingers massaging the sensitive area with a delicate touch. He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her breasts, then further up until he found her neck again, pressing harder, more heated kisses to the long, exposed column of her throat, lightly scraping his teeth across her skin, repeating things she'd done to him that he'd enjoyed.

A shudder ripped through her as his fingers pressed over her, touching her more intimately than before and giving her exactly what she needed. The friction was sweet and sharp, adding to the pleasure that rushed through her as she moaned again. She could definitely appreciate the feel of his kisses and the soft nips against her neck as he continued to work her to get all the reactions he wanted.

As much as he hated to, he had to stop and finish getting her clothes off. He sat up, working her jeans and her panties the rest of the way off of her hips, fingertips caressing her skin as he slid the denim down her legs.

She whimpered in disappointment when he stopped but then she lifted her hips to help him in getting the rest of her clothes off. Wriggling, she smiled a little as she watched him.

He smiled down at her, setting her pants and underwear aside. His fingertips moved back up her legs slowly, tracing the shape of her calves and thighs with a delicate touch. "I really do like your legs," he murmured with something closer to a smirk.

"Yours are pretty nice too, you know." She smirked back, squirming a bit again as his fingers brushed up her legs. The delicate touch could almost undo her more than any other touch.

"Are they?" he teased, smirking a little and ducking his head to kiss her stomach. "I don't suppose I've ever really noticed."

"I've noticed, but I also notice a lot of things about you." She trailed her fingers down his arms. "Like how much I like your torso and your arms. They're both very nice."

"I guess that's what Chantry training gets you," he quipped, lifting his head to smirk at her crookedly, fingers sliding further up her thighs to brush lightly across her sex.

"I definitely like their training." She shot back, chuckling before her breath hitched sharply at the feel of his fingers brushing against her. Her eyes darkened as she watched him with a smirk.

Almost curiously, he slid his fingertips through her slickness and pressed in, letting his finger slide into her as he lowered his head and kissed her stomach again.

She groaned as he pressed a finger into her, tightening around the digit as she rocked her hips ever so slightly. Sliding a hand through his head, she wet her lips with a flick of her tongue while he kissed her stomach.

Encouraged by the noises she made and the way she rocked her hips up to meet him his touch, he slide his finger further into her, withdrew it slowly and joined it with another before sliding them back in. He continued to plant soft kisses across her skin, the pad of his thumb straying upward to circle her clit as he slid his fingers slowly in and out of her.

"Oh..." She cursed softly as she gripped the back of the couch for some kind of support as he continued to torture her in the most pleasurable of ways. Rocking her hips to match the motions of his fingers, she groaned as she tilted her head back against the arm of the couch. Yes, he was definitely a quick learner.

Yes, he was nothing if not a quick study. And, well. He'd traveled with Zevran for long enough that he'd really heard more than he'd ever wanted to about sexual practices. Apparently Antivans were quite open about such things.

Urged on by her reactions and utterly focused on her pleasure to the complete disregard of his own, Alistair slid his thumb out of the way and replaced it with his tongue, tentatively, unsure if he was doing everything right.

"Oh...fuck." She gasped, slapping her hand against the back of the couch before gripping once more as his tongue slid in place of his thumb. The intense pleasure stole her breath as she trembled beneath him, her thighs quivering while her toes curled in response to his ministrations.

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