Will You Follow Me (Menage 10)

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Title:  Will You Follow Me (Menage 10)

Words: 1851

Rating: M for sexings!

Characters: Alistair/f!Surana (Philomene) (/Zevran?)

Summary: Alistair and Phi reunite, and discuss whether it’s time for me to change the “characters” heading.

 
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            Zev spent a short time talking to Oghren privately after dinner, then came out and announced that his party was leaving immediately. No time to waste, he said. Perhaps he would have preferred for Alistair to be as quick to move, but if he begrudged him a night in a bed with Philoméne before leaving, he gave no overt sign.

            In exchange, Alistair struggled to keep enough tact to get her into the bedroom before he wrapped himself around her and nuzzled into her throat. “I missed you,” he managed to say between kisses. “Maker, I hate it when you’re not with me.”

            She smiled and embraced him, head thrown back to give him best access to her neck. “I missed you too.”

            “Mmm. Did you? Lots?” He nibbled his way across her throat. “Did you miss me doing this?”

            Her fingers dug into his hair and she giggled before answering. “Yes. Profoundly.”

            “This too?” He started tracing his fingers under her clothes, and as she arched a little toward him, he swallowed his fear and allowed himself to make the jump to his next thought. “Did you miss Zevran?”

            The arch went away, and she pulled his face close to hers, puzzled. “What?”

            “Zevran.”  He recollected his nerves and went on with what he’d told himself to do.  “Have you ever wondered what it would be like? With him?”

            Philoméne scowled for a moment in thought, and then laughed.  “Of course not.  I love you.”

            “I know that.  That’s not my question.  What if – what if I said I wouldn’t mind?  What would your answer be then?”  That only stunned her into silence.  “I know you only pretend to understand jealousy anyway.  When it was... when it was Morrigan, what bothered you most was that it was something I wouldn’t have wanted.”

            She answered that with a wry smirk.  “I don’t think Zev can bear me a child that will save both our lives.”

            Sometimes he thought she would drive him crazy.  He took hold of her shoulders.  “That’s not the point.  The point is, I’ve grown up since then.  I trust us.  You won’t hurt me by telling me the truth.”

            She sighed and lowered her head a little, bowing against his chest.  “Of course I’ve wondered,” she admitted quietly.  After his thick sigh, she added, “Why is this so important to you just now?”

            “Would you want him?  If you knew it wouldn’t hurt me?”

            “Why? Why are you asking these things? I’ve never – did he say something? Because if he did – ”

            “No, no.” Good, he was making her suspicious and defensive instead of open. “Nothing like that, love. He’s never implied anything. He wouldn’t. You know that, don’t you?”

            That removed some of the tension from her shoulders. “Yes. But you’re confusing me. I’m with you, and I’m faithful. And you want to know... I mean, are people even allowed to do that?”

            He grinned. “Um. Human ex-templar royal bastard; elf mage Arlessa. We’re late in the game to start worrying about what’s allowed.” His fingers stroked gently down her back, coaxing her to relax. “I’m sorry I’m confusing you, but it’s an honest question.” He breathed into her ear, still petting her. “I would like your honest answer. My love.”

            She started to protest again by pulling back, but he held her still.  “I adore him,” she said at last, “and he’s beautiful.  If I knew it wouldn’t lead to trouble... yes.”

            He could feel his blood racing just at the word.  “Then we’re agreed.”

            She looked up at him, vexed again.  “Agreed about what?”

            Right, a step too far ahead as usual. Having to fill in the gaps made him start blushing. “Well. What if I... said I thought it was a good idea?”

            Her head shook slowly, bewildered. “Is this supposed to be some kind of trade for Morrigan? I don’t need that.”

            “I know, and that’s not what I mean. I’d never – ” I’d never wish a night like that on you wouldn’t lead anywhere good. “It wouldn’t be fair to Zev.”

            That struck her silent for a moment, and when she spoke, it was quiet and measured. “I’m not sure I follow why it would be unfair to Zev. Unless there is something else you’re trying to say.”

            He’d gotten as far through the conversation as he could standing by the door. He led Phi to the bed, sat down beside her, and ran his fingers idly through her hair. “So you’ve never thought about it either. I’m kind of glad it wasn’t just me.” He sighed. “Why do you think Zev has stayed with us so long?”

            “Because we’re his friends. Maybe the only ones he’s ever really had.”

            It was true, she was just as oblivious as he was. He wondered how they had managed to stumble into each other’s arms in the first place. “Yes. He cares about us. ...Maybe more than you think he does. I mean, think about his history. The way he’s made every other connection in his life.” She was starting to follow him. “He’s always given us everything he could, and we’ve never given him back the one thing he understands.”

            Her eyes rounded, and her fingers clutched into his shirt. “You’re right. When you put it that way, it seems so cruel.” Her lids fell a little as her grip eased. “And you’re suggesting that I correct that?”

            He took a deep breath. “That we correct it. If you’re willing. Yes. I mean, I think you would have to make an overture to him before anything else, but. But eventually, both of us. Together.”

            She was blushing, but not frowning, and she leaned her head into his hand. “Together. I... didn’t know you could even do that. And it would be all right with you?”

            “Yes.” He let out a relieved chuckle as he pulled her a bit closer. “You really didn’t even know it was done? Does the idea offend you, then?”

            The answer came in a soft breath on his neck. “No.”

            Maker bless everything forever. That settled, he could focus on getting her out of her clothes and himself out of his, kissing her feverishly the while. He had to rise to his feet for a moment for that, and another wave of gratitude tinged with lust hit him as she gave enthusiastic tugs at his shirt and pants. When he sat beside her again he leaned over to whisper into her ear. “I admit my motives are partly selfish. I would want to see.”

            His usual self-consciousness about such things did not kick in until he’d already said it, but since she responded with a gasp and a throaty laugh, he didn’t have to worry about it. “Would you?” she asked.

            “I would – Maker’s breath, yes, I would.” He swept her onto his lap straddling him and ran his hands up and down her torso and thighs, his blood coursing at the thought. His eyes swept ravenously over her shape, and his mouth followed as it was able. “Is that very alarming?”

            She was breathing heavy, and she scooted herself closer to him. “No. Surprising, not alarming.” Then she yelped as he pulled her forward by her nipples for a deep, desperate kiss.

            There were no words to capture how much need he felt thinking about it, but he fumbled for some anyway as he dug the fingers of one hand into her hair, and of the other into the flesh of her hip. “You’re. You’re both so. Gorgeous.” He could barely breathe, and she was giving him the half-lidded look that filled his head with bees. “And the – look on your face when you – ”

            They both gasped together as he grabbed her in and entered her, and he smiled feverishly. “Yes,” he whispered. “That one.” He watched thought fade out of her eyes as he pushed and pulled her, helping her adjust herself so that she could contribute to the movement. She leaned forward to kiss him but he held her back, intent on watching her, seeing as much as possible when he was also the one making her react.

            With a whine of protest she swung her head down, and her nails dug into his shoulders, but she also pressed her knees into the bed and started lifting and dropping herself at a more provoking angle. And then she slowed, and an evil little smile spread across her face as she watched him struggling.

            It was to be like that, was it? He allowed the slow pace but drew her deeper onto his thrusts, staring into her dark eyes. There, yes – after a few strokes her eyes fell shut, and she started to shudder. He fought to keep his own eyes open, watching her breasts jolt at the rough endings that were creeping into their rhythm. Before long he couldn’t stand it any more; he grabbed her by the small of her back and flipped her onto the bed, and with a victorious growl he reset the pace to something harder and much faster.

            That took the contrariness out of her immediately. She threw her arms around him and clutched him to her eagerly, moaning into his mouth. Instinctively he sucked at her with his talent as well as his lips, and tasted nascent lightning as she trembled with the joy of releasing that part of herself to him. It was the one good thing about his templar training, a level of intimacy that still overwhelmed him every time – he clenched and shook as his last few thrusts drove home.

            The kiss slowed and then broke into a series of lighter ones as he let everything relax except for his arms, so as not to lay on her so heavily that he crushed her. He sighed contentedly, then with what remained of his energy dragged her the rest of the way onto the bed and rolled them so that she was resting on top of him. She did nothing to escape his tired embrace, so there they stayed.

            “So,” he breathed, taking a stray lock of her hair between his fingers. “Tomorrow we head off into a random ditch. Excited?”

            “Mmm, terribly! If there are really darkspawn in the area, it won’t feel completely pointless. And at least we won’t just be sitting here, wondering how Zev is doing.”

            He smiled and scooped her head down to kiss her forehead. “I don’t think you need to worry. I mean, killing off unwanted nobles is sort of the whole point of the Crows, isn’t it?”

            She pouted a little. “He’s not a Crow any more.”

            “Aw, Phi.” His fingers worked into the tension in the back of her neck as he realized what her real worry was. “He’s not going to revert, you know. It’s been a year. I don’t think a couple of uppity lords from Amaranthine are going to mess up his head too badly.”

            She nodded and settled her head against his chest. “They’d better not.”

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