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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.

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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! :)

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If you have questions, please ask them here. Thanks, and happy kissing!!

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"I can not believe I let you talk me into this," Anora stated, fuming at herself for her moment of weakness. Had she not told him time and again that his outings were dangerous? What in blazes had she been thinking in letting him convince her that she needed to go out and be around people in a blighted tavern? They could have been killed when that fight broke out! They would have left Ferelden in the hands of fools like Eamon or worse! “We are not doing that again,” she added sternly with a glare at Alistair as he closed the door to the parlor between their rooms.

“Oh don’t be such a stick in the mud. I swear Sten had more sense of fun then you do and that’s what you were having,” he said, brown eyes dancing as he pulled off the helmet on his head. “I really should have pushed for you to come with sooner. I can’t believe you manage to bluff Macarth. He had been cleaning the men out for weeks and you just wrung every copper out of him through the night.”

“It is difficult to accept appreciation of my talents when the gentleman in question then tried to take my head off Alistair,” Anora grumbled as she pulled off the mail gauntlets, wiggling her fingers some now that they were free of them. She tried to keep to her serious demeanor and remember all the trouble that had happened and having to run away from the blasted city guard of all things to make sure no one found out the king and queen of Ferelden were playing cards in a common tavern. She could not help it though as a smug grin slowly worked it’s way over her face. It was hard not to beam as she remembered besting that Macarth bugger at his own game when he had been being such a terrible winner over matters.

Alistair got a knowing grin on his face and pointed at hers. “Aha! See you did enjoy yourself, and Ferelden did not tumble into the sea from Queen Anora mingling with the commoners and having a little fun instead of working away in her ivory tower. Admit it.”

“Nonsense,” Anora said doing her best to pull on her usual serious mein. “It was a civic duty to put such a ruffian in their place for conning workers out of their fair pay on a game of cards just because one possesses superior skill.”

Alistair however was having none of her explanation. “Uh-huh...admit it and stop dodging there Anora.”

Blue eyes simply rolled heaven ward on an exasperated sigh. Of course Alistair would be childish about such a thing just because he managed to convince her to follow along on one of his mad forays into the city’s taverns. Obviously she should have done her original plan of reading and needlepoint for the night. She was to be in meetings tomorrow and as it stood was unlikely to get enough sleep.

With that thought she got to work getting out of the borrowed breastplate she wore, twisting this way and that to undo the buckles. Alistair came over to help her out of it as she struggled, not as use to getting into and out of armor as much as he was. “You know duty doesn’t have to be this unpleasant and endless to do list for everyone. You can admit to enjoying things.”

“I do enjoy things,” Anora said in an annoyed tone.

“Well then you should be able to admit you enjoyed knocking that bugger down a few notches now shouldn’t you?”

“This is ridiculous. Alistair I have nothing to admit and you are being childish over matters.”

The king made a noise of agreement as the breastplate came off. “I just want to hear you admit that you had fun and actually enjoyed being Anora instead of queen for a night.”

Anora shook her head at him and started to reach for her boots onto to squeak as Alistair poked her in the side. She stood up like a rod with wide eyes that stated dire ramifications if Alistair did that again.

The brown eyed ex-warden looked surprised himself, at the squeak or that at what he had done Anora was unsure but she knew there was going to be trouble as a playful grin crept over his face. “Alistair,” she said in a low tone of warning.

“What?” he asked in return in a tone that did little to help his appearance of innocence.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t? Don’t what? Whatever could you possibly mean my lady?” he asked still maintaining the mock air of innocence. “Do this?”

Anora squealed again as this time she got poked in both sides. She slapped at his fingers and tried harder to maintain her cool demeanor. “You know very well what I mean and I Eeeee! Stop that this minute Alistair!”

“Make me,” he retorted with a smile, clearly enjoying this much to Anora’s aggravation. “You look so much better all flushed and annoyed though I promise I’ll stop when you admit I was right.”

“This is completely ridicu- EEEE!”

“Oh whatever will befall the people of Ferelden when they find out the Queen’s greatest weakness is being tickled,” Alistair said with mock dramatics even as one arm wrapped around Anora’s waist to keep her in place while his other hand tickled away.

“Stop-EEE! I mean it AlistAAIR!” Anora replied, vainly trying to escape with dignity and tact even though her husband was apparently not going to have any of it. Every time she opened her mouth to say something he tickled her. Even worse he was still mostly in armor so she could not employ methods to make him stop. The Queen of Ferelden was reduced to a giggling and laughing mess on the floor thrashing about while trying to draw in air, the King hanging over her and granting no respite in his merciless campaign. It took awhile before she finally managed to pull in enough to speak again, quickly saying. “Yield! Yield!”

Alistair sat up some, looking smug as Anora pulled it much needed air. He waited with an expectant air that had Anora wondering if she might escape. However Alistair seemed to follow her train of thought ahead of her thinking them as he had her legs under him and made tickling motions with his hands at her. “You were saying?” he asked in a pleasant tone.

Anora sighed, disgruntled in defeat. “Yes I had fun.”

“Aaaand?” Alistair prompted, not about to let her escape easily it seemed.

With another sigh Anora continued. “And you were right, I needed to get out and stop being the Queen for a while and just be Anora...or Annie as you decided to have me dubbed. It...helped.”

Alistair’s smile changed, from smug to pleased though it maintained it’s playful childish tone. One callused hand tucked a stray lock of hair that had escaped her stern style during his tickling away behind her ear. It lingered on her cheek and Anora had to resist the urge to squirm nervously about it. “See? Now was that so hard to admit?” he asked, never ending in his teasing. “So, what do I receive as a reward?”

“Reward?” Anora asked with an incredulous air.

“Yes, seems to me that I saved Ferelden from the brink of war. It’s poor Queen was going to fall into a homicidal breakdown there and have the Orlesian dignitaries beheaded if she did not unwind somehow there after all. It was my civic duty to risk her ire and convince her that a night out on the town was exactly what she needed. No small feat given the lady in question. I mean have you met her? I’ve only been married to her for a little over half a year but I can tell you she’d head butt an ogre into submission for what she feels her people need and has this terrible habit of forgetting she’s human like everyone else and always putting herself last...”

He said some more but Anora honestly lost track of it, not something common of her but she could not help herself as she thought about things over the last half a year. Alistair had many duties as a king and a husband but worrying about her personal well being had never been something she had listed under his duties. How long had it been since she had someone that cared honestly about her as a person instead of her as a queen?

That temporary insanity that had been popping up all night reared it’s head again and much like the rest of the night Anora found herself not quite able to logic herself into refusing it. Her hands came up to catch Alistair’s face and he stopped talking in surprise an instance before she sat up enough to press her lips against his.

She must have shocked him because he was perfectly still for a moment before she felt one hand playing with those loose locks on her head restlessly. Anora had to admit that she was not use to kissing. Chaste pecks on the cheek and this press of lips in affection were all she knew even if she had wanted more than that. It had simply not been in Cailan to give and she doubted it was in Alistair either, after all she wasn’t...well...

She pulled away quickly, her face going red from embarrassment. Foolish is what she was. Alistair and her might be managing well enough currently but she should know better than to get any romantic notions in her head. They would be as doom to failure as they had been with Cailan. Now she had likely made things very awkward between them and perhaps even damaged this tentative friendship they were managing to create.

“I-” Anora started to say before clearing her throat. Stuttering would only make her appear weak and unsure of herself so she sat straighter as Alistair allowed her to pull her legs out from under him. Brown eyes narrowed a bit as who knew what thoughts weaved through his head. “I apologize. I should not have-”

Apparently it was Anora’s turn to be interrupted. The hand playing with her hair firmed on her neck and she suddenly had Alistair’s mouth against hers. She half expected him to be rough given the grip on her neck but he stopped short of that, instead being insistent. Anora found herself yielding without a thought, content for once to offer instead of demand when she found her mouth being tasted like some curious dish. She could not remember ever being kissed like this ever and she had to bend her considerable will to keep her hands still on metal covered shoulders. It was not new to her to want but it was new to feel the keen edge of it that she feared might have been need.

It was Alistair that stopped, causing another fear in Anora that she had to swallow against as those tawny eyes seemed to touch every feature of her face for a moment before that playful grin of his made another appearance. “That...was an amazing reward my lady.”