This story has been transferred to Archive of Our Own (AO3), but here is a short excerpt. I cannot post the full story here due to this website's policy against sexually explicit content. You can find the full story at archiveofourown dot org/works/3171101/chapters/6886412. Just replace the "dot" with a period. Thank you for reading!

UPDATE 3/1/2016: I'm sorry, but due to this website's policy against sexually explicit works, I will no longer be posting or updating any such stories here. Those stories - and most all of my stories in general - can be found on Archive of Our Own (AO3). The link to my AO3 profile can be found in my author profile here. Again, I'm sorry.

Just a Taste

Part One

It had been something of an accidental discovery. Neria hadn't ever guessed, and, Maker's breath, Alistair had had no idea, being a complete virgin beforehand and all.

But it was a very, very good discovery.

After their first awkward attempt together – made even worse by the fact that she was small and he was big (in more ways than one) – she had suggested some additional foreplay to help ease the way. He had been a little reticent at first, being the sheltered Chantry boy he was. But, as she soon gladly found, it was not a reluctance borne from disgust but from a lack of knowledge, and that she definitely knew she could help.

"It's not all that difficult, Alistair," she had whispered, once they'd turned in to their tent for the night and were alone. "It's like any skill. You'll think you're all hands – so to speak – at first, but once you get the basics down and you feel more comfortable, it'll just come to you."

Never mind she'd never been with a man who'd tried more than once or twice to get any good at it, but if she could relax the nervous former-templar any, she figured a little white lie couldn't hurt.

Still, he bit his lower lip. "Are you sure it'll be all right? I… I won't injure you or anything, will I?" he said. "I mean, after last time, I just… And, well, you were…"

She carded her fingers through his hair and brought him down for a gentle kiss. He moaned into it and curled closer to her, reaching over to tangle his fingers in her hair and deepen the contact. Then he groaned when she nipped at his lower lip. He pressed his mouth harder against hers, sucking on her own bottom lip in retaliation, until the need for air finally forced them to part.

"Damn," she gasped. "You've gotten good at that."

He smirked at her. "Only because I've got the best tutor."

She laughed. "Flatterer."

"It's true, though," he said, leaning down to nibble along the edge of an ear.

She moaned and curled her fingers into his hair more tightly. In response, he tenderly bit and then sucked on her lobe, and she nearly shook from the feeling. Her ears were one of her most sensitive places, and he seemed to take a special delight in teasing them every chance he got since discovering that fact.

She was starting to wonder if they could simply do this all night, when he pulled away with a nervous smile, and she remembered what she'd just suggested to him.

"So," Alistair said, "step one?"

Neria took in a deep breath before releasing it. "Right. First, let's lie down."

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