It was definitely awkward. The first time, Alistair had knelt down, leaned in to sink one hand, half-tentative, into the hair into the back of her neck, beneath her braids, and pressed their lips lightly together. They ended up about right light that--Alistair was tall enough in the torso that it left them about equal. But now he was in his armor, and kneeling just didn't seem quite possible in the brief moments that they had. He tried to kneel down, putting one hand on the wall behind her, but the angle was terrible, and he bumped her nose into her cheek and she bit his lip by accident.
"Ow!" he yelped, and she laughed out loud. When she saw his indignant face, she just laughed harder, holding one hand over her mouth to try and stop as she doubled over.
"Sorry, sorry," she said. "You just looked so--haha. Mm. Sorry for laughing."
"See if I try to kiss you again, you minx," he said.
"That's so unfair, my height isn't my fault," she said.
"You're laughing at me," he said.
"Just a little," she replied. "Besides, I'm laughing at me, too. That was just sad. You'd think two experienced warriors, Grey Wardens even, would be able to figure out a little kissing."
His face relaxed, and a fond smile tugged at one corner of his lips again. "Yes, well, look at our past history," he said.
"Is that a dig at my leadership of this band of miscreants?" she demanded, but she was smiling, too, and reached up to rest both hands on his breastplate, curling her fingers around the straps and yanking him down. "Now, let's try that again."
She had to go up on her toes to meet him, as far as he could lean over in the armor, but she threaded her fingers into his hair as lightly as she could in her gauntlets, and he sighed into her mouth, lips soft and eager against hers. She tilted her head into it, avoiding any problem with noses, and let her eyes slide closed, just for a moment.
She bit down on his lip again after a moment, and grinned at his startled yelp, but swept her tongue into his mouth before he pulled away, and he sputtered a little, then kissed her back again, fumbling at first, then hotter, with more passion. When he pulled away, they were both panting.
"Ow," he said, "my back. Maker's breath." But he grinned at her, mouth kiss-stung and eyes sparkling.
"Next time," she said, "I'll stand on a tree stump."
If At First You Don't Succeed (f!Aeducan/Alistair, PG)
"Ow!" he yelped, and she laughed out loud. When she saw his indignant face, she just laughed harder, holding one hand over her mouth to try and stop as she doubled over.
"Sorry, sorry," she said. "You just looked so--haha. Mm. Sorry for laughing."
"See if I try to kiss you again, you minx," he said.
"That's so unfair, my height isn't my fault," she said.
"You're laughing at me," he said.
"Just a little," she replied. "Besides, I'm laughing at me, too. That was just sad. You'd think two experienced warriors, Grey Wardens even, would be able to figure out a little kissing."
His face relaxed, and a fond smile tugged at one corner of his lips again. "Yes, well, look at our past history," he said.
"Is that a dig at my leadership of this band of miscreants?" she demanded, but she was smiling, too, and reached up to rest both hands on his breastplate, curling her fingers around the straps and yanking him down. "Now, let's try that again."
She had to go up on her toes to meet him, as far as he could lean over in the armor, but she threaded her fingers into his hair as lightly as she could in her gauntlets, and he sighed into her mouth, lips soft and eager against hers. She tilted her head into it, avoiding any problem with noses, and let her eyes slide closed, just for a moment.
She bit down on his lip again after a moment, and grinned at his startled yelp, but swept her tongue into his mouth before he pulled away, and he sputtered a little, then kissed her back again, fumbling at first, then hotter, with more passion. When he pulled away, they were both panting.
"Ow," he said, "my back. Maker's breath." But he grinned at her, mouth kiss-stung and eyes sparkling.
"Next time," she said, "I'll stand on a tree stump."