Inspired by the little conversation between Alistair and Wynne when your PC and Alistair are romantically involved.

He stared at her, enraptured with her every movement. How this goddess had fallen for him was a miracle sent from the maker to torture him. The way they would spend hours endlessly talking, for him to get so close to kissing her, when she would declare she was tired.

The way that when they did kiss, she would tease him, kissing him gently, then with more passion and then stop. The way she made him want her more and more each day was a miracle.

As they wondered the market place of Denerim, he watched her body sway from side to side. Her hips enticing him more and more with each sway.

His mind began to swarm with images.

In camp, he in his tent, trying to sleep when he hears rustling outside his tent, he grabs his sword. When Elissa Walks in, Her long chocolate brown hair let loose and flowing around her, making her skin creamy white in comparison.

He drops his sword, his heart racing and aching for her to come closer. She does, as if she can read his mind. She crawls closer to him, wearing only the bare essentials, almost see through. He sits up, feeling arousal take over him as she crawl onto his body and kisses him with red hot need. He doesn't object, he welcomes it. Kissing her back with as much hunger and passion as she.

She moves away from him and pushes him to the ground roughly, like a wild animal. She sits on him, leaning down and kissing him once more, softer this time and moves on to his jaw, licking and nibbling her way down his body. He cant help the moan that escapes his mouth when she reaches his navel. She's so close. He's sure she can feel him, he can certainly feel her.

She looks up to him with those big, chocolate eyes, and kisses lower, lowering his trousers with her teeth and then…

A cough pulls him back to reality. He blinks. His eye sight hazy.

Wynne is standing there, shaking her head, smiling sweetly. He can feel his whole face and ears burn with his blush. He shouldn't be thinking about that. It was wrong. He was a gentleman, she deserved her privacy. Even if it was in his own mind. He thought to himself. He looked over to her.

She was staring at him a bemused look on her face. He feels his blush deepen.

"Did you just moan my name?" she asks, slight amusement in her voice. Cursed his male brain.

"oh yes about that, you see I was thinking about, umm, that night we were talking for ages about cheese and when you said your favourite was cheddar and mine is Blue cheese, and I was moaning in disapproval" He said, He was never good at lying. And by the look on Zevrans face he could tell.

"I think what our, templar friend is trying to say is, you were both enjoying a quiet evening in his tent, no?"

Curse that damn elf. He will pay for this. He thought.

Zevran winked at him and walked away with Elissa who smiled awkwardly at Alistair. He could feel his shoulders shrug and his head begin to hang. He felt the warm reassuring hand of Wynne, who had become a surrogate mother to him in a way, on his shoulder.

"don't worry too much, I can tell she feels the same way" She said a warm smile in her voice.

He looked at her, head in his hands.

"how can you be sure?"

"I've seen the way she looks at you when you aren't looking at her, rare I know. She admires and cares for you a great deal Alistair. I think it would be wise to ask her tonight if she would…"

His whole face felt like it had gone up in flames.

"seriously, we aren't talking about this. Please say I've hit my head?" He begs.

"I used to be young once dear, you may not think it, but I had many suitors once upon a time…"

Oh maker, He think, thease women will be the death of me.

review? XD

And should i write more ... i do have another idea although if the beginning isn't good enough what would be the point?