Well, the problem with things is that there hasn't been a day since first meeting her in Ostagar that he hasn't thought she is the most beautiful woman he's ever met. Certainly he's met other attractive women in his life, but there's something about the way she can kick his ass or kiss him, depending on how she feels, that attracts him all the more.
Besides, she knows him. She understands him. She's taken the time to listen to his fumbling ways and help him with his grief over Duncan and, oddly enough, his half-brother that he hardly knew. She understands that while he himself doesn't really have any hopes of leading Ferelden, no matter what other people think, losing Cailan means that he's lost the last real link to Maric. He's lost the last of his childish hopes that he might know his father at all. She understands all of this and doesn't judge him and expect him to get over it and move on.
Unlike some people. CoughMorriganCough
And, well, she is bloody gorgeous. Kissing, flirting, touching her all set his blood on fire, make him crave to know what she tastes like, how she'd sound during sex, what would feel like.
But, he's been good. He's tried to control things as best he can. Except it's not easy when he spends a great deal of time walking behind her, watching the way her hips and backside move so tantalizingly before him. Or he can feel her eyes on him when he takes off his armor and it's just him in his undershirt.
Sort of like now.
Looking over his shoulder, he spots her dark eyes fastened on him and he cocks his eyebrow in a playful question that makes her blush and look away. Was she... Maker, she was.
Quickly, he searches out where Leliana and the others are and sees them all down around the fire. Without wanting to catch their attention, he just tries to casually walk over to Riona's tent, ignoring the bulge forming in his trousers. "Something wrong, my dear?" he whispers huskily.
Oh crud, he's heading her way. She needs to look busy, and fast. Hmm, that pack looks like it needs... something. Whatever, she's going to pretend she's fussing with it and that's what she's been doing the entire time.
And she thinks she's prepared to give a straight-faced answer to whatever he says, but when his voice drops like that she damn near drops her pack. Even on a good day it's hard for her to not react to that, let alone now when she's barely able to refrain from jumping him. "Oh, um, nothing." She smiles for him, hoping to cover her brief fumble. "Just got a little lost in thought. Everything okay with you?"
Well, that's interesting. Riona is definitely the one to make him hot and bothered and more nervous than a cat in a mabari training pen. Awkward and clumsy is just him.
Not her.
But it certainly does look rather attractive on her. Well, everything looks attractive on her, even mud and blood and a million other things. And, now he can't stop thinking about how her hips sway when she walks or how the water clings to her hair when she bathes in camp.
"I-I'm fine. Never better, but... you know, I couldn't help but wonder why you were looking at me so intently. Is there anything you need that I can do for you?"
What a switch it is. Riona is definitely used to being the confident one and being able to trip Alistair up a bit. He's always so cute when he stutters and blushes. But now their positions are reversed. She's the one tripping over her words and he's asking just the right - or wrong, depending on how you look at it - questions.
"I, um-" She straightens up, trying to put on a more confident front than she really has. "Was just admiring your..." Glorious body that she desperately wants to touch and do all sorts of other unmentionable things to. "Work... ethic." Apparently that's what the kids are calling it these days.
"And, you know, to see if you needed help. You looked, um, quite busy. But you had it in hand! Clearly." Cough.
He considers her for a moment. He knows that he was just removing his armor so that his skin could breathe after a full day walking. And, well, he'd also dumped an entire bucket of water over his head after that.
So, now, he's dripping wet and his shirt is clinging to his form. And she's uncomfortable at being caught staring. Well, welcome to his world. At least she hasn't had her staring broadcast to the entire party by a woman old enough to be her mother!
"I see. Well, I won't turn down any help you'd like to offer, Riona. Can't have enough of that, after all."
And there is where his suave lines fail and his self-confidence kicks him in the teeth.
Alistair is quite wet, yes, and it's not helping matters at all. His clothes are clinging to him, they're all but see through too so she can make out the lines of his muscles and the skin she so desperately wants to touch. His skin's also glistening a bit in the dim light. It's all just amplifying everything that makes Riona want to grab him by the collar and drag him into her tent.
Aaaand she's getting distracted again, damn it. He's not making it easier, either, what with his rather innocent little suggest-
Riona's eyes narrow a little. Wait just a moment, he's - Maker's breath, he's doing it on purpose. He knows, and he's trying to wind her up! Her mouth goes a little dry as it hangs open just slightly.
"You're teasing me." It's said a little accusingly, but not because she's angry. "Alistair, tonight is... look, I know we like to tease each other and get a little suggestive, but right now I'm - I wouldn't push it too much tonight. I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me. It's not your fault at all, it's entirely mine. It's - you see..." She's as flustered as ever, though it's not quite so cute as it was just before. It's a little frantic, if anything. "You're - I mean, you're standing there, as unfairly handsome as ever, you're dripping wet... I'm as strong-willed as they get but I'm only human and I... I don't want something to happen that you're not ready for." She so badly wants to grimace. What a complete idiot of herself she's making. "Now I sound like some villainous cad waiting for an innocent virgin to come walking by to throw herself upon at the first possible moment."
Amazing how she can keep her cool and guide others through some harrowing situations, and yet in front of this man she so desperately loves she can barely speak right. "Just, please. Dry yourself off and keep out of arm's reach of me tonight."
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Date: 2019-09-13 10:25 pm (UTC)Besides, she knows him. She understands him. She's taken the time to listen to his fumbling ways and help him with his grief over Duncan and, oddly enough, his half-brother that he hardly knew. She understands that while he himself doesn't really have any hopes of leading Ferelden, no matter what other people think, losing Cailan means that he's lost the last real link to Maric. He's lost the last of his childish hopes that he might know his father at all. She understands all of this and doesn't judge him and expect him to get over it and move on.
Unlike some people.
CoughMorriganCoughAnd, well, she is bloody gorgeous. Kissing, flirting, touching her all set his blood on fire, make him crave to know what she tastes like, how she'd sound during sex, what would feel like.
But, he's been good. He's tried to control things as best he can. Except it's not easy when he spends a great deal of time walking behind her, watching the way her hips and backside move so tantalizingly before him. Or he can feel her eyes on him when he takes off his armor and it's just him in his undershirt.
Sort of like now.
Looking over his shoulder, he spots her dark eyes fastened on him and he cocks his eyebrow in a playful question that makes her blush and look away. Was she... Maker, she was.
Quickly, he searches out where Leliana and the others are and sees them all down around the fire. Without wanting to catch their attention, he just tries to casually walk over to Riona's tent, ignoring the bulge forming in his trousers. "Something wrong, my dear?" he whispers huskily.
they're both hopeless
Date: 2019-09-14 03:54 pm (UTC)And she thinks she's prepared to give a straight-faced answer to whatever he says, but when his voice drops like that she damn near drops her pack. Even on a good day it's hard for her to not react to that, let alone now when she's barely able to refrain from jumping him. "Oh, um, nothing." She smiles for him, hoping to cover her brief fumble. "Just got a little lost in thought. Everything okay with you?"
He always has been. What's her excuse?
Date: 2019-09-19 11:37 pm (UTC)Not her.
But it certainly does look rather attractive on her. Well, everything looks attractive on her, even mud and blood and a million other things. And, now he can't stop thinking about how her hips sway when she walks or how the water clings to her hair when she bathes in camp.
"I-I'm fine. Never better, but... you know, I couldn't help but wonder why you were looking at me so intently. Is there anything you need that I can do for you?"
Him. He's her excuse
Date: 2019-09-20 12:41 am (UTC)"I, um-" She straightens up, trying to put on a more confident front than she really has. "Was just admiring your..." Glorious body that she desperately wants to touch and do all sorts of other unmentionable things to. "Work... ethic." Apparently that's what the kids are calling it these days.
"And, you know, to see if you needed help. You looked, um, quite busy. But you had it in hand! Clearly." Cough.
That's a bad excuse. She'll need a new one
Date: 2019-09-20 02:34 am (UTC)So, now, he's dripping wet and his shirt is clinging to his form. And she's uncomfortable at being caught staring. Well, welcome to his world. At least she hasn't had her staring broadcast to the entire party by a woman old enough to be her mother!
"I see. Well, I won't turn down any help you'd like to offer, Riona. Can't have enough of that, after all."
And there is where his suave lines fail and his self-confidence kicks him in the teeth.
"That is, if you're still offering to help."
He doesn't have the monopoly on being hopeless ok
Date: 2019-09-20 03:25 am (UTC)Aaaand she's getting distracted again, damn it. He's not making it easier, either, what with his rather innocent little suggest-
Riona's eyes narrow a little. Wait just a moment, he's - Maker's breath, he's doing it on purpose. He knows, and he's trying to wind her up! Her mouth goes a little dry as it hangs open just slightly.
"You're teasing me." It's said a little accusingly, but not because she's angry. "Alistair, tonight is... look, I know we like to tease each other and get a little suggestive, but right now I'm - I wouldn't push it too much tonight. I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me. It's not your fault at all, it's entirely mine. It's - you see..." She's as flustered as ever, though it's not quite so cute as it was just before. It's a little frantic, if anything. "You're - I mean, you're standing there, as unfairly handsome as ever, you're dripping wet... I'm as strong-willed as they get but I'm only human and I... I don't want something to happen that you're not ready for." She so badly wants to grimace. What a complete idiot of herself she's making. "Now I sound like some villainous cad waiting for an innocent virgin to come walking by to throw herself upon at the first possible moment."
Amazing how she can keep her cool and guide others through some harrowing situations, and yet in front of this man she so desperately loves she can barely speak right. "Just, please. Dry yourself off and keep out of arm's reach of me tonight."