A/N: If you don't want to read anything dirty, don't read passed "get in the tent". It's a little suggestive before that, but it is explicit after that. EXPLICIT. Not like, rough and angry. But words happen. It's short and corny but it happened. Hopefully I'll get back into the swing soon.

Disclaimer: Stuff's not mine.

I was in the front hall before Alistair was, mostly because I didn't have any plans to execute. I dressed and then wandered my way to the main doors of the castle. I'm not really sure how "ten minutes" was supposed to work because it wasn't like we had wristwatches, but I'm pretty sure he was a few minutes late. I could understand why, though, when he came up to me with a tent held beneath his arm, a lantern dangling in one hand, and two bedrolls shoved beneath his other arm. I reached out and took the lantern from him and, after a few minutes of convincing, he let me take one of the bedrolls.

The sun was on its way down but there was still more than enough light for us to walk from the castle and out on to the grounds, far away but not even halfway to the village. By the time we made camp for the two of us the sun was still peaking up halfway over the nearest hill. We put up the tent and made a small fire, sitting in the open flap of the tent practically onto of each other.

It was different; there was an electric charge between us but an awkwardness also. It had come slowly in the bathroom but overwhelmed us and now, going through the motions of setting up camp, we had slowly forgotten how much we needed each other. My desire for him still hummed beneath the surface but it was, honestly, nice to just be alone with him.

"So...uhh," he cleared his throat, turning his head a little to look at me. His smile was lopsided, an easy grin hid the embarrassment that colored his cheeks.

I laughed a little and leaned into him, resting my head against his chin and shoulder. "Hmm?"

"I haven't," he started, hand moving slowly over to take one of mine, "I haven't told you in a while…well, not since the first time, I guess. But I do love you, Gwen."

"I know, Alistair," I smiled, tilting my head to kiss his jaw. "And I…I love you. It seems crazy, but everything does. And I'm completely okay with that. And I want you to know we still don't have to do anything."

He snorted and turned, practically pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me. I could feel his desire to not wait against me and he buried his face against my neck. "I don't think I can. I'm going to get myself killed in battle because I can't focus when you're next to me."

I ran my fingers along his bare arm as he held me tightly against him, relaxing in his arms. I laughed a little at what he said, turning to kiss him. "Well, I know what you mean...every time I so much as think about you I feel like I'm going to lose it."

"Really?" he asked, eyes wide a little as he looked at me. "You mean…you feel…you want…"

"Yes," I grinned and kissed him again, "Alistair, I want you to…I want you to touch me. Everywhere."

His hand moved slowly from my back around my side and to my leg, resting high up on my thigh. "Let's," he started, his hand trailing up to the drawstring of my pants, "…get in the tent."

I climbed out of his lap and into the tent. We sat across from each other, smiling slightly embarrassedly, and Alistair let out a heavy sigh. "So what…do we do?"

"What do you want to do?" I asked, fiddling with the bottom hem of my pants and glancing away from him slightly.

"Touch you," he said slowly, quietly, "…everywhere."

My cheeks flushed with color and heat when I looked up at him, seeing a look in his eyes I couldn't remember seeing before. It was not unlike the look he had had when I was naked in the bathroom earlier that night, but more intense. More serious. More…needy. More desiring.

"Then…" I smiled a little and moved my hands to curl my fingers around the bottom of my shirt and tugged it over my head. I let out a shaky breath as I tucked the shirt next to me on the blanket I had rolled out. "Your turn," I raised my eyebrows, unable to raise just one eyebrow, and settle my hands on my knees.

Alistair chuckled nervously and, after a second, he removed his shirt too. I inhaled sharply at the sight of him, desire thrumming through me. "What next?"

It would be difficult to remove my pants in the tent but I managed to do so by getting on my knees and pulling my pants down before sitting back down and tugging them off the rest of the way. It wasn't beautiful or graceful, but it worked.

Alistair mimicked my motions and before I could stop myself I had crossed the small space between us, sitting on my knees in front of him. I put my hands on his knees and it was difficult for me not to focus on the obvious strain of his underthings. The rather impressive strain, if I do say so.

"You are so incredibly beautiful," he murmured, his hand curving around my cheek while his other tucked my hair behind my ear.

"So are you," I replied, sliding my hands further up his legs. His breath moved in sharply and I couldn't help but grin at him. "Do you like that?"

"No one's ever…touched me like this," he spoke quietly, eyes on my hands.

"Just you wait, you gorgeous man," I smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips before I ducked my head and kissed his chest. He let out a shaky sigh and his hands, which had moved to my thighs, squeezed gently in response. "I'm going to do a lot of things no one has ever done for you before. Now…lay down."

I sat back and he looked at me in the eyes for a long moment before he consented and laid down on his back in the middle of the tent. With cheeks aflame, I tentatively moved over and straddled his stomach gently. He looked shocked, surprised, and uncomfortable but not in a bad way.

His hands moved from his sides and slid slowly to my hips. "You're so…warm."

I laughed a little nervously, spreading my fingers out over his chest before I leaned down to kiss him. His hands held a little tighter on to my hips before one slid up my back. When I sat up, both of his hands were working on unwrapping my breastband. It was surprisingly easier than taking off a bra and we sat quietly for a moment as his eyes roamed over me.

"Can I…touch you?" he asked, his hands on my waist.

"You don't have to ask, Alistair. Do whatever feels right. I'll let you know if I like it or not. But, between you and me, I'll probably like it," I grinned, leaning over him a little and letting my hands press into the blanket beneath us. His hands moved up from my waist to slowly spread across my breasts. He was gentle as his fingers cupped me, his sword-rough palms grazing my already hard nipples. The feeling shot straight to the place between my legs and I moaned quietly into the kiss I had started. He pulled back, looking up at me.

"That's good, right?"

"Yes, love. That noise is good."

He grinned as I kissed him again and his hands moved a little harder, squeezing my breasts but not hurting me. He realized after touching me for a moment that I liked when he paid attention to my nipples, so he paid more attention to them and I couldn't keep kissing him for all the moaning I was doing. I almost thought I would climax from those touches alone. He slowed down and then pulled his hands away, my breath coming rapidly as his hands moved around, exploring my bare upper half. I leaned down again and pressed kisses all over him, from his lips to his chest. I lifted myself off of him and moved down, slowly, kissing across his stomach and to the top of the shorts he wore for underwear.

"Maker, Gwen," he said breathlessly, his hands on my shoulders as my hair brushed along his naked stomach.

"I'm going to take these off," I said, hooking my fingers beneath the waistband of his underclothes before I tugged slightly. He lifted his hips and pulled them off. I nearly died at the sight of him, standing at full attention. He was quite a bit harrier than I was used to, but then again so was I by that time. I had managed to cut it down to be more manageable but I was used to shaving. I slid my hands up his thighs to his hips, not quite touching the place on him that was begging for me. And then I kissed him, from the knee to his hip and he was all bucking up to me by the time I positioned myself above him. With one hand I held myself up, the other hand I pulled my hair over one shoulder before I leaned down. I licked my lips and opened my mouth, slowly taking the tip of him into my mouth.

The words that left his mouth were quite impressive and he throbbed as I slid my mouth down as far as I could, a little more than halfway, before coming back up. He left my mouth with a light pop from the suction and he groaned, his fingers grasping the blanket beside him.

"What…that felt so amazing," he breathed as I moved off of him and removed my own underwear. "It's a good thing you stopped, though. I don't know how long I could have lasted. Maybe…next time?"

I laughed a little as I sat on my knees beside him, "Yes, Alistair, I can do that again. Whenever you want." Because, honestly, I didn't mind. And his reaction was completely worth it.

"Is it my turn?" he asked, lifting himself to his elbows, his face flushed.

I shrugged a little, smiling. "It's up to you, Alistair. We can do whatever you want."

"I want to touch you," he touched me gently on the shoulder, guiding me to lie down in his place. He remained seated next to me for a moment, eyes raking over me before he moved to position himself over me. He held himself above me with one hand and his knees. He used his other hand to touch me, to continue to play with my breasts and nipples. His lips moved from my mouth to my chest and, eventually, they found the perky little nub that his fingers had been toying with. I let out a hiss of breath as his tongue flicked across it and I lifted my hips, bucking up and he moaned against my skin when my skin brushed against the head of his cock.

He moved further down after I started wriggling beneath him, kissing across the abs that were slowly becoming evident beneath my skin to my hips that were much more evident than they had been back home. He paused a moment, just looking at me before his hands pressed my legs out from the inside of my thigh and he leaned down.

His breath on me was almost enough to drive me over the edge and I was seeing stars by the time his finger brushed the hub of nerves between my legs. I thought I was going to have a heart attack or something when his mouth closed over it. When his finger slid into me, I exploded around him, my hands digging into the blanket beneath me and he moved his head back, looking up at me. "You liked that, right?"

"Oh god, yes, Alistair," I moaned, nodding vehemently as he continued to bring me back to the brink again.

"I need you," I hissed, my fingers grasping at his shoulders. "Alistair, I need you inside of me."

He groaned at my words and was aligned with my body in a flash; he was even bigger than I thought he was as I looked down between our bodies. I had never had real sex before but between all of the activities in my life, I no longer had the barrier between my legs that most virgins did. I didn't think it would matter much; putting that inside of me was probably going to hurt either way.

With my legs spread as wide as they went, Alistair kissed me again before he tilted his head down, propping himself on one arm and both knees as he leaned back a little to investigate the goings-on. "What…" he murmured, making a concentrated face as he gripped himself in one hand and rubbed the tip on the moist lips below my hips. I bit my lip at the feeling, preparing every fiber of my being for the feeling before he found the right angle and slid into me a little at a time. We both let out gasps at the feeling – it did hurt, but that wasn't why I was reacting. It was the most indescribable feeling, having him fill me up just a little at a time.

"This is," he breathed, not finishing the sentence as he pushed himself all the way in. I felt a tightness in my chest and I wanted him to move, I wanted to move with him. "Can I?"

"Oh, Alistair, please," I whimpered, lifting my hips to press them to his. He made a noise low in his throat and pulled back only to push in again.

With all the work he had done on me before finally entering me, I was quick to climax with him inside of me. When my body shook with the force of my orgasm, my fingers tight on his shoulders and my kisses broken by moans, he followed shortly thereafter and the feeling was something else entirely.

He stayed where it was for a long while, growing soft inside of me, as he looked down into my face. I blushed, feeling awkward but not wanting to look away.

"That was…incredible," he murmured, tilting his head down to kiss me all over the face. "You're incredible. Thank you."

"Thank you?" I asked, smiling at him. "I feel like I should be thanking you. And we need to do that again."

"Soon," he responded, grinning at me before he slowly pulled himself off of me and stretched out along my side. "Very soon, I hope."

"How long do you think we can get away with staying here?" I asked, snuggling against his side and letting him settle his hand across my stomach.

"Until lunch, I imagine. We'll have to set out tomorrow before dinner if we want to make any kind of headway before dark."

"Do you think…" I started, glancing up at him before looking directly at his chest, "do you think that we could do this…you know, at camp?"

I looked up again and saw the color in his cheeks but he nodded, "I don't think I can be around you for long and not want to. But you know, everyone is going to know about us after this."

"Sweetheart, it wasn't like we were hiding it particularly well before."

"But, you know, it'll be really obvious now. Because you make these wonderful noises…"

I laughed a little, slightly embarrassed, and pressed my lips to his chest. "Only when you do such amazing things."

"Next time I'll do more. I just couldn't help myself."

"I hope you can't ever. Help yourself, I mean."