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1st Chant - Just Like Home

Who: Alistair Theirin and you
Broadcast: Nah
Action: On the SS Heron and on Lato'li's surface
When: November 10th

Arrival on the Heron - Closed to Rowan

[One minute, it's nonstop meetings with Teryn So-and-So or Arl Thinks-He's-More-Important-Than-Everyone-Else. The next, Alistair is walking out of the palace's Audience Chamber in favor of finding five minutes alone in the alcove down the hall. He'd never asked to be named king of Ferelden, but he's doing a passable job. Advisers are actually giving advice, instead of trying to tell him what to do. Of course, it helps that he's standing up for himself more and telling them no if he doesn't agree.

But that doesn't stop the constant demands from the nobles rebuilding their lands after the Blight. And the depleted national treasury because of Loghain and Arl Howe. So far, his assessment of this position is: It's a headache.

There are perks, sure. People actually listen to him when he speaks. He's well liked. He's actually respected. It's a total 180 from what his life was like before the Landsmeet where he was thrust into the limelight as Maric's bastard son and the only living Theirin left.

All well and good, but the second he's out the sidedoor near the throne, he's... in a dark, cramped corridor. His father's sword which he normally keeps belted at his waist as the only outward sign of his position is oddly missing and the difference in weight makes him half-stumble before he straightens out and avoids faceplanting on the metal ground. He looks around, but nothing about this place seems like the Fade. Though it's a thought that keeps rearing its ugly head as he looks around and wonders where the hell he is.]

Hello? Riona? Eamon? Hello~? Is anyone there?

[And then there's some sort of strange music, paper being thrown in his face and a tray of... something not too far at hand as he walks into an open space with a wall caving in and scorched. The fanfare is out of place in what looks like a deserted, burned out metal building. And it's the sky outside that gets his attention as he walks closer.]

Maker's breath... What in the world did I walk into?

[And as he attempts to step out of the construct he's on and onto the strange ground, a blood-curdling scream is the only hint that Alistair gets before a sword comes a little too close to his head for comfort.]

Where Is She? - Closed to Riona

[After a very unnerving save by someone claiming to know him and be a Cousland of Highever, Alistair is armed with two swrods against the enemies of this strange world. And looking for his wife. Because he's been told she's here and there's no way he's not going to spend his time to find her.

And while he might be covered in the blood of his enemies, it's a familiar enough feeling that he doesn't even care. It's not important. (At least it doesn't smell like the blood of Darkspawn does.)

As he gets closer to the space ship that is supposed to be where Riona is, he stops running and looks around at the clearing.]

Riona, are you around here somewhere?

[Guess who still doesn't know how to use the damn communicators and doesn't care?]

Choose Your Own Adventure

[Anyone on Lato'li is free to catch up with Alistair as he runs around and fighting like a mad warrior-king. (Without the whole dying thing that another certain king did not that long ago. No more civil wars for Ferelden, alright?

Just hit me up on plurk at

makochan or discord at makotosagara#9497 for plotting ideas!]

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[Like she'd have been able to get into a bathtub with him, completely naked, and manage to not jump him on the spot. Because while she's strong, her strength isn't infinite. And it's been wearing thinner and thinner lately. If Anders and Justice hadn't shown up when they did, well...

It doesn't matter now. They're here, and now Alistair is here with her. Her heart could burst from joy.

She whimpers against his lips as he thrusts up into her. A sharp spike of pleasure lances through her; eager for more, she grinds down against him, lips leaving his to trail down his cheek, then his neck, nipping and suckling just above his pulse point. It's bound to leave a mark. Normally she's not so rough, but it's hard to remember to be gentle when she's half crazed and desperate like this, teeth grazing against his skin and nails digging into his back.]

[Well, there was a part of him that was hoping that it would get to the point where he'd be alone in the bath.

Right now, it's like he has a desire demon wrapped around him and he could care less if she was one. Every sound and spike of pleasure and pain leads straight to his already painfully hard cock. The onslaught from her is so sudden that it appears a little out of character. Not that he's going to stop her.

In fact, he slowly lowers them to the cool floor, reaching for the hem of her shirt once he's resting on his heels and knees. As the cool air hits his neck where her teeth and tongue were moments before, he can tell he'll probably have a sizable hickey there. And he's happy that a certain elf and dwarf are not there to make remarks. Other than that, he doesn't care enough before he's kissing her once more, resuming the teasing thrusts, despite the fact that they're both still wearing pants.]

[The floor is cold and hard under her, but she pays it no mind. Her hands are always on him: caressing, stroking, scratching (gently!) wherever she can reach. The only time she breaks contact is to get her shirt off. Once it's removed and tossed to some corner of the bathroom, she's wrapped around him again.

Well, he'll be free of Oghren's teasing. About Zevran, though...

But that's a problem for a later date. Right now, Riona's far too occupied with him and what he's currently doing to her, which is nothing short of driving her to insanity. The good kind, at least, enough that she's meeting his thrust with her own. The friction is delicious, and one particularly well-aimed thrust lands just right against her, brushing up against a most sensitive spot. A moan rips out of her as she mindlessly pushes against him, wanting it again.]

Maker, you are such a tease.

[Okay, maybe he didn't marry a desire demon. Maybe his beautiful, sane, wonderful wife has been temporarily replaced by a wild animal. It's sort of.... No, it's really very ego stroking.

He takes a moment to look at her body, to see if anything's changed from what he saw just that morning before all this craziness began. Still perfect, even if things have changed a bit. He leans down to suck on one pert nipple, teeth grazing the skin around it for a brief second.]

I've you to thank for that.

[She is still the only woman he's ever been with and he plans on that being the case until he is dead. No one else will understand him the way that she does and for that he thanks the Maker and His Bride everyday for giving him his bride.

His other hand reaches out to grasp her neglected breast and squeeze, hoping to wring more sounds out of her as he considers just how many orgasms he can give her before they're both sated. It's been a long time for her, but he's got stamina that Zevran would sell his soul to a Pride Demon for.]

[One thing that sticks out about her body is the large scar that runs between her breasts. The dragon at the Temple of Sacred Ashes gave it to her, the blow that nearly killed her. It's had ten years to heal and for the scar tissue to form, so he may notice it's a lot more healed up than he last remembers.

It vaguely registers in the back of her mind that, without her Warden stamina, he's gonna outlast her by a long stretch. She's going to be exhausted when this is all said and done.

Thank the fucking Maker.

Whatever retort her lust-addled brain barely managed to form poofs the moment his mouth covers her breast. Maker it's been so long, and they feel more sensitive for it. Her toes curl into the floor, hands gripping him tightly as she sighs and pushes up against him, silently demanding more. He's paying such good attention to her breasts, and his reward for it is a breathy moan as soon as his hand begins fondling the other. Her hips buck against him.]

Alistair. [She says it as a plea and as an exultation all at once.]

[He does notice the scar is nothing but a wicked mass of healed skin. And yet, he is not without his own. His chest, arms, back and legs have amassed a very interesting network of scars over the years of fighting in his many roles. Even at his young age.

However, he's never thought that her scar takes away from her beauty, her perfection. She is perfect for him and that's all that matters.

She's far more responsive than he remembers, which isn't that long ago, honestly. And he can't deny her anything. Especially not when she sounds like she's in dire need of all the attention he can give her. And she when she says his name like that...

He releases her breasts to look down at her again. So wanton, laying there on the floor of this bathing room, ready for him to pleasure her. And he wants to, but he's sure that if she's so wound up now, she's not going to last long. so, he'll have to take care of that little issue now.]

Something you need, my dear?

[As he asks her his favorite question, he reaches for the waistband of her pants, very interested in removing one of the last obstacles in his way.]

[She does love mapping out those scars with her lips and tracing their paths with her tongue. Especially on nights when they took their love making slow, wanting to stretch it out for as long as possible. At another time, she'll be sure to revisit them again. Right now, she's far too preoccupied.

This certainly isn't the most comfortable place they've done this, but as stated, she really doesn't care about such details at the moment. It's not as if she hasn't "taken care" of herself the past two years. Even got a new tool or two for it, but it's still not the same.

There's an almost pout when he abandons her breasts, but his question has her cracking open her eyes to peer at him. The tease.]

You know well what I need.

[She lifts her hips and (rather woefully) pries one hand off of him to grab her waistband as well, starting to tug it off for him.]

[He chuckles at her impatience and irritability, but there's a hint of his own control starting to snap. He's not likely to last long under her urgency. Not if she keeps looking at him as if he's the last sweet in the banquet hall and she hasn't eaten in three weeks.

And he knows fairly well how to help her.

It takes a few long moments of tugging and pulling before he has her pants and underwear down near her knees. He stops only long enough to look over her body again before he moves to completely divest her of any clothing. When she's naked, Alistair sits back on his heels and tugs her up into his lap not-quite-so gently.]

I love you so much, you crazy warrior woman.

[He goes back to touching her breasts, loving the feel of them as they rub against his bare chest.]

Now, let's take care of you, shall we?

[Goosebumps break out all over her skin as her pants and panties go by the wayside. Partly it's because she's lying naked on the bathroom floor, which isn't exactly warm. But the other part comes from the way he looks at her, lustful and admiring. She won't lie, a part of her's relieved he still finds her attractive, despite the appearance of a few wrinkles and other signs of encroaching age. It's also just plain gratifying, and if she wasn't already desperate for him, that look would have sent her straight over.]

And I you. Always.

[She presses her forehead against his, nodding to his words. Maker, yes please. She's so-

...wait. Did she leave the water running?

It's one of those stray thoughts that float on by, but this one's alarming enough to have her eyes fly open and head lift in alarm. Sure enough, the tub's still filling and it's getting dangerously full. Riona clambers over Alistair and shuts it off, breathing out a sigh of relief when it stops.]

Well that could have been bad.

[She settles back into his lap, smiling apologetically for disrupting the mood.]

Where were we? Perhaps taking care of your pants issue?

[Because uh, those are still a problem.]

[He is a little startled when she pulls away, but he does get the opportunity to watch her move about the small room naked. It's very, very, very nice.

And then she's back in his lap like nothing bad happened and he can't help but laugh as he pulls her closer to him once again.]

That was the next step, yes, but I think with a full tub, perhaps we should use that to the best advantage.

[He looks over at the tub and then at her.]

I've always been curious as to what sex in water would be like.

[The last thing she wanted to do was have to explain to Sokka later how the bathroom floor got flooded. And now they have a nice, warm, bubbly jacuzzi tub begging for people to take a dip into it.

She almost wants to tease him with how she does know what it's like, but then that would require explaining how she knows and, well... if you want a mood killer, that conversation will definitely ruin the mood.]

Then let's find out, shall we?

[With a wink and a kiss to the nose, Riona gets up off of him. Since he so kindly divested her of her clothes, she steps right into the water. A happy sigh escapes her as she sinks into the water, positioning herself in front of one of the jets.]

Water's great. [She crooks a finger at him, beckoning him to come in.]

[That one's easy. 'My husband took his shirt off and I forgot how to think' is a perfectly acceptable answer for why the bathing room looks like a pool.

He slowly stands as she leaves him, feeling extremely uncomfortable considering just how long he's been aroused. Besides, the damn floor is cold, being of metal and no rugs anywhere.]

How can I say no to such a welcoming invitation?

[It takes longer than he'd like but he removes his pants and climbs into the large tub next to her. A jet hits his back, but it doesn't hurt him. It's strange, but it feels good, especially after all the running, fighting and wife-carrying he did earlier.]

We definitely need one of these in the palace.

I suppose I'm just that irresistible.

[Her grin grows wicked at the sight of him. Eyes dark, she watches as he steps in, eager to see his reaction. Once he's settled into the tub, she moves, straddling him and taking a seat back into his lap.]

Mmm, if we can somehow figure out how plumbing works, absolutely.

[But she is so not concerned with that at the moment. No, her focus diverts to his rather hard erection that's currently pressed between them. Pressing what's meant to be a distracting kiss to his lips, she seizes the opportunity to reach down and take hold, giving it a testing stroke. It's been way too long since she's done this, but hopefully she remembers well enough.]

Flames take me.

[His voice is low and almost painful as she straddles his legs. It's such a suggestive action and he wants her. And it's obvious that she wants him.

Every look, touch, and word that's passed between them has been laced with desire and it's taking everything he has not to just grab her and fuck her senseless. And when she kisses him before touching his erection, he lets out an animal growl while thrusting up into her hand and tweaking one of her lovely nipples hard.]

Riona, do something or I will.

[If she wasn't in such a state, where all she can think of is him inside of her here in this warm water, she'd probably tease him a little and stretch it out. See how long he lasted before his control snapped and he took her. Oh she loves how gentle and kind he is, but she also loves when he gets all assertive and growly like this. It sends a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

But given her own pressing need and impatience, she decides not to. She nods, forehead pressed to his as she lifts herself up. The churning water makes it hard to see, so she has to feel her way through it as she guides his member into her. With a shuddering breath, she sinks down onto him. A moan rips out of her as she does, despite it being a bit tight (it's been awhile, after all). She doesn't begin to thrust yet, though, needing a moment to acclimate.]

[Soft and sweet, hard and aggressive, both are fine, but right now he just needs to be inside of her. It's a visceral need. And it takes her too long to finally guide his erection inside of her.

But then it's so tight, so warm, so good that the only thing he can think of for a long time is just how perfect she feels. His hands fall to her hips, feeling the smooth, wet skin and sliding along to her back and buttocks.

He leans in to kiss her and thrusts his hips up, letting out a pleased groan at the way her body grips him so well. He just wants to stay like this for as long as he can. this woman, this gorgeous and dangerous warrior, is his and he's hers and... he has to thrust again, slowly but not gently.]

[When he thrusts, her hands snap out and brace against him, fingers clutching his shoulders. She hums against his lips, returning the kiss in kind as she swivels her hips down to meet his next thrust. As she begins to relax and re-acclimate, she finds it almost overwhelming, all the feelings that swell up. How much she missed this, missed him, and the feeling of him being inside her, filling her, making her feel whole and loved. Thankfully, the lust keeps her from getting emotional about it, at least right now.

Comfortable now, she grinds her hips down, sliding all the way down his length before pulling back up, almost unsheathing him. Then down again. It's a slow pace she's setting up, though she doesn't expect it to remain that way for terribly long.

One hand remains on his shoulders for purchase, but the other winds up his neck, brushing over his cheek before drifting back around his head. Fingers tangled in his short tufts, she grips him firmly.]

Alistair. [She kisses him, quick but potent.] Oh, I love you. So much.

[He loses himself momentarily in the way it feels to be inside her. And then she moves and he moves with her in a familiar slow, almost sweet pace. They're so physically close that it's almost as if they might be part of the same organism, if not for the obvious differences. And, yet, it doesn't matter.

All that matters is how she feels around him, the soft moans that they both make, her heavy breathing between the words of her declaration, the tugging of her fingers in his hair, the friction of skin against skin, the added bounce that comes with the water. His world is narrowed down to the two of them and this bath tub right then. She is his everything, not that that would surprise her to learn.

He returns her kiss, adding to it. He's not foolish enough to try and refute her declaration. He knows she loves him as much as he loves her. All he wants to do is please her right then, and that means not slowing down or saying anything stupid. ~~Besides, there's a part of him that still needs to hear those words as often as possible.~~

However, this slow pace isn't doing it any more for him, and it's too gentle. He places both of his hands on her hips, holding her still and impaled before he begins an almost punishing pace that leaves her little room to move from where he has her.]

[It's almost too much, too maddening. Her mind spins, a swirl of emotions and heady lust as she continues to ride him. He fits just right in her, filling her almost to the point of stretching, but not overly so. The sounds she makes come out unbidden, gasps and moans, with the occasional cry if they manage to hit a sensitive area just right. She's so very lost within it all, and Maker she doesn't ever want to leave. Not with how close he is to her, breaths intermingled and skin sliding against skin. Surely but surely, she feels an orgasm begin to build in her.

Her hips stutter when his hands grip them tightly. She lets out a surprised cry when he, with little warning, hastens the pace, slamming into her. Skin slaps against skin, the sound audible even underwater as Riona hangs on. She moves her hips with his as much as she can, but he's in control. Her orgasm climbs at a furious pace, building and building with each thrust into her. As such, before long Riona feels it threaten to climax. Her fingers dig into him.]

Alistair, please. Please. I'm so close. [Though it's coming quicker than she'd like - almost embarrassingly so - there's no way she can stop it now. All she can do is reach for it, angling herself with what little room she has.] Fuck. I'm-

[It breaks, making her cry out, nearly a scream as her body goes rigid. Eyes squeezed shut, she rides out the high. All bliss and feeling, remembering nothing but the sensations washing over her and Alistair inside her and around her.]

[And there she is, making so much noise, her body squeezing tightly around him and pulling out an orgasm from him that is almost painful with the sudden onset. His world is soft and wet and sweet and he pulls her forward to bury his face in the curve of her neck and kiss her clavicle.

He knows that it won't take long for him to recover. It never does. But he wants to enjoy the way she seems to all but melt into him with her own orgasm.]

You're a vile temptress, my dearest wife. Have I told you lately that I love you?

[Even under water, his skin is prickly with pleasure and not even their strange position is enough to ruin this moment for him.]

[Maker's bride help her, she forgot how good orgasms were with another person involved. And the feeling of him spilling inside her, gripping her tightly and coming undone, comes second to none. As her orgasm wears off, she slumps and curls up against him, humming contentedly.]

You're the one who started this. [She gently pokes him.] All half naked and sexy and whispering those things in my ear. [Her eyes tiredly lift to meet his.] But I love you too.

[This is where she misses that Warden stamina. He'll be raring to go in short time, but her? Between all the walking and fighting she's done today, followed by the emotional whammy of his arrival and then the sex, Riona's getting tuckered out.]

[Even though they're on a ship on a planet that is far away from Ferelden and Thedas, they are still them. Riona still fits against him, he inside her.]

I believe you told me to get undressed, my dearest wife. [He places as chaste a kiss as he can manage while in this position on her cheek.] It's hardly my fault that you find me irresistible.

[He knows she's tired. It's written in every feature. And while he is already starting to recover, he knows that she's probably not going to ready to go again unless she gets some rest. But he doesn't mind that. He loves the infrequent moments when he can spoil her.]

Let's get cleaned up and then you can take a nap before I ravish you again.

Hardly my fault you're bloody sexy. [She stifles a yawn, nuzzling against the side of his neck. Mmmm, he's so warm and cuddly.] And that I haven't had sex in ages.

[Everything says he says makes good sense, and she wants to do it. Problem is, that all sounds like it requires effort, which she is in short supply of at the moment.]

Mmmm. Mkay. [She says, not making much effort to move.]

I see. That's all it is. Any man who tempts you will do then.

[And, yet, he's flattered anyway. Because he knows that she'd not break their vows anymore than he would. That's the reason she hasn't had sex in ages, not that she hasn't had the opportunity in all this time.

And as she cuddles into him, he knows that he could definitely go again or take care of her. But the sharp smell of blood still clings to her hair and he knows that only soap will rid them both of it.]

My poor, poor wife, so tired. Come on. We need you clean because there is blood in your hair and Kiter will begin to worry soon.

But you're so warm. And snuggly.

[It'd be so easy to nod off here, in the warm, swirling water, safe in his arms and so very loved. For the first time in so long, she's completely content. Yes, there are things to talk about and deal with later, but for now, she's ridiculously happy.]

All right. Let's get to scrubbing, and then a nice, long nap.

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1st Chant - Just Like Home

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shall we wrap this up?

For our lives, maybe