There and Back Again Ch. 045-046

He laughed. "I love you, have I told you that today?" He leaned down to kiss me, and I quickly moved away. He pouted.

"You've got blood on your face."

"Maker! Sorry. I'll go have a bath, quickly. Then maybe we can try that kiss again?"

The glint in his eye made it obvious he was hoping for more than a kiss, and I shivered. "I have a better idea."

"Oh?"

"How about I help you wash?"

I don't think I'd ever imagined someone in heavy plate armour getting undressed so fast.

We had the tub filled, both of us red-faced and giggling as the boy who hauled the water grinned cheekily and winked at Alistair when he thought I wasn't looking. We gave him Alistair's armour to be cleaned, and then locked the door. I slipped my simple dress over my head, and slid into the bath, which was hot and smelled sort of foresty. Alistair's gaze never left me as I waited for him to rinse the worst of the blood off his skin and hair in a bucket before joining me.

Alistair wet was even more fantastic than Alistair any other way, and I was drawn to him like iron to a magnet. Kneeling in the tub, facing each other, I took the cloth and began washing his face, neck, arms, and chest, while he just watched me with dark eyes. He stood, and I washed his stomach and legs, both of us blushing as that put his manhood on the level with my face. When he sat back down, I had him turn so his back was to me, and washed that as well, then massaged his scalp with shampoo. He floated on his back, his eyes closed, a blissful look on his face, and I rinsed his hair carefully before leaning over him and pressing a kiss to his soft lips.

That was apparently the invitation he'd been looking for; he sat up, drawing me into his lap so I straddled him, and kissed me again. I could feel his hardness against my thigh, and raised myself a little to capture it inside me before sinking down to rest against his legs. His hands stroked me everywhere, gently but firmly so as not to tickle, and he soon had me whimpering with need. I started to move, lifting up and dropping back down, but he moved his hands to my hips to keep me moving slowly, teasing us both. The leisurely speed allowed us to maintain the connection with our lips, and he swallowed my moans as the heat in my core increased. I wanted to speed up, desperate for release, wanting to feel him spend inside me, but he held me relentlessly and all I could do was endure.

When release finally did come it was somehow softer, smoother than the frenzy in the night, but at the same time strangely more intense and fulfilling. He shuddered through his own at the same time; I felt like I was closer to Alistair when it was over than I had been before and I collapsed into his arms with a long sigh.