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Dragon Age Kiss Battle: 2013 Edition
Welcome to the 2013 Dragon Age Kiss Battle!
Any kind of kiss is welcome -- het, slash, femslash; shippy, familial, gen; cheek kisses, mouth kisses, kissing of... other things; serious, fluffy, silly, or all three at once; fanfic, fanart, whatever you come up with; anything goes!
Update: The post is now open! The post will open to prompts and comments at approximately 9AM Pacific Time, Thursday February 7th (Click here for the time in your timezone). I don't anticipate closing it, so come by any time!
THE RULES:
- To leave a request: Post a comment with a pairing (or moresome) and, if desired, a prompt. Put the pairing/characters in the subject line and the prompt in the body of the comment.
- To respond: Reply to the prompting comment. Include characters, rating, and title in the subject line.
- Multiple responses are both allowed and encouraged!
- There is no limit to the number of prompts you can post.
- Artwork can be posted inline, but try not to make it too large. Please link to images that are very large or NSFW.
- Please, be kind to others regarding pairing choices, prompts, or anything else. This game is for everyone! :)
- Anon commenting is on, as is OpenID, if you neither have nor want a Dreamwidth account.
- Send your friends! :D
If you have questions, please ask them here. Thanks, and happy kissing!!
Duties (Alistair/Anora, PG)
By the time he arrived, she'd removed her wedding finery and changed into a simple dressing gown, her hair pulled into a simple long braid. Before departing, Erlina offered her a glass of wine; she'd declined, but now she regretted that decision. She rose from her chair, and he paused in the doorway that connected their separate suites. He wore a heavy red robe, the mabari crest embroidered over the right lapel, and she realized this was the first time she had seen him out of armor.
He bobbed his head and swallowed. "Anora."
"Alistair," she replied coolly, lifting her chin. "Shall we get this over with?"
"I-- yes." He shut the door and came into the room; she turned and headed for the bedroom. "No, wait."
She paused, then pivoted back around to face him. He was holding his hand out, fingers reaching outwards. "Why?"
"I just-- I want to talk. First." He took a few careful steps in her direction, arm lowering back to his side.
Anora shook her head with an impatient sigh. "Why?" she repeated. "We both know our duty."
"Our duty, yes." Alistair came even nearer, then rested a hand on her arm. "But no one ever said that we can't take pleasure in our duty. Right?"
His fingers were warm, even through the heavy fabric of her gown, and they curved just right over her upper arm, but Anora refused to lean into his touch. "I know I am not the woman you truly want, not in your bed, nor as your wife."
Alistair lowered his eyes. "It doesn't matter," he murmured. "I know... I know that's not to be." He lifted his gaze and met her eyes with a wry smile. "No more than I would be your first choice to be here. But I am here, and so are you, and I would prefer to make the best of it." Tightening his gentle grip, he leaned in, and he placed a light kiss on her cheek, then on her lips, and his kiss was so soft, unexpectedly yielding, a question rather than the demand Cailan would have made; she found herself responding, kissing him back, her own hand falling on his broad shoulder, and wondered what it would be like to pillow her cheek there.
Then he drew away with a tentative smile. "See?" he said. "Not so bad."
"Perhaps not," she replied, a half-smile tugging at her own lips.
Alistair lightly fingered a tendril of hair that had escaped her braid. "Then show me the way."
Re: Duties (Alistair/Anora, PG)