He rolled onto his back, panting, and his eyes were wide, shocked. Morrigan followed him, bracing herself above him on one arm. "Surely it is not so much a surprise as all that," she said.
"N-no," he said, and blinked, swallowed. Something flickered in his eyes, and then his mouth quirked into a smile, shivered and then steadied, edging into crooked wryness as he looked down, at her shoulder, and the uncovered swell of her breast. To his credit, she thought, he did not look away with a blush. "It's just I've never actually done this with a woman." He blinked, and the firelight played across his face as he looked at her, reaching up to trace the curve of her breast, brush hair back out of her eyes. "What will this really accomplish?" he asked. "What will we create here tonight?"
Morrigan shrugged. "Life," she said. "'Tis a chance, for you and your friends. What more do you wish from me?"
He smiled. "Your friends, too, Morrigan," he said, and smiled at her scowl.
"Be careful," she said, "or I may yet change my mind."
"Then I will keep my mouth attending to other things," he said, and leaned up to press his lips to her breast, trailing them up the underside, his soft lips and breath hot against her skin. She sighed, let her back arch as he traveled up her chest, over her shoulder to her neck, his other hand coming up to brush hair off her forehead with callused archer's fingers. Sentimental. He was not nearly as sentimental as Alistair, but still, he was gentle. But not, she thought, soft.
"I suppose I'll never know," he said, a moment later, breath soft and damp against her neck.
"What?" she asked, almost snapped. He was stirring a fire in her, unexpected and unlooked for, with his hands and mouth and soft kisses.
She did not appreciate the complications at this late juncture. Besides, he was the Antivan's man, not hers, and even if he had been hers, it would not be for long.
"The changes you'll bring to the world," he said. "I suppose that's all right, this is enough." He braced both hands on her jaw, suddenly, and looked up into her eyes. "Morrigan," he said, seriously, earnestly. "Thank you, for my life."
"Ridiculous," she muttered, and rolled her eyes before she leaned down to kiss him, molding their lips together and nipping on his before sweeping her tongue into his mouth, pursuing his, pressing him down into the bed, under her, his mouth hot and yielding before her own, and he groaned and let himself be pushed back, let his hands slide down to her waist as his mouth opened and he gasped against her lips.
Re: Mahariel/Morrigan
"N-no," he said, and blinked, swallowed. Something flickered in his eyes, and then his mouth quirked into a smile, shivered and then steadied, edging into crooked wryness as he looked down, at her shoulder, and the uncovered swell of her breast. To his credit, she thought, he did not look away with a blush. "It's just I've never actually done this with a woman." He blinked, and the firelight played across his face as he looked at her, reaching up to trace the curve of her breast, brush hair back out of her eyes. "What will this really accomplish?" he asked. "What will we create here tonight?"
Morrigan shrugged. "Life," she said. "'Tis a chance, for you and your friends. What more do you wish from me?"
He smiled. "Your friends, too, Morrigan," he said, and smiled at her scowl.
"Be careful," she said, "or I may yet change my mind."
"Then I will keep my mouth attending to other things," he said, and leaned up to press his lips to her breast, trailing them up the underside, his soft lips and breath hot against her skin. She sighed, let her back arch as he traveled up her chest, over her shoulder to her neck, his other hand coming up to brush hair off her forehead with callused archer's fingers. Sentimental. He was not nearly as sentimental as Alistair, but still, he was gentle. But not, she thought, soft.
"I suppose I'll never know," he said, a moment later, breath soft and damp against her neck.
"What?" she asked, almost snapped. He was stirring a fire in her, unexpected and unlooked for, with his hands and mouth and soft kisses.
She did not appreciate the complications at this late juncture. Besides, he was the Antivan's man, not hers, and even if he had been hers, it would not be for long.
"The changes you'll bring to the world," he said. "I suppose that's all right, this is enough." He braced both hands on her jaw, suddenly, and looked up into her eyes. "Morrigan," he said, seriously, earnestly. "Thank you, for my life."
"Ridiculous," she muttered, and rolled her eyes before she leaned down to kiss him, molding their lips together and nipping on his before sweeping her tongue into his mouth, pursuing his, pressing him down into the bed, under her, his mouth hot and yielding before her own, and he groaned and let himself be pushed back, let his hands slide down to her waist as his mouth opened and he gasped against her lips.