Five Times Kissed (and zero regrets)
the first time was not timid, not in the slightest. she wanted him, she asked for him, and she had him. everyone wanted her, and only one had had her, until that moment. her hands found cheeks with scruff softer than she's used to, still bearing the last whispers of gauntness haunting him since his arrival. lips met lips, but hers were hungrier, more prepared and ready to devour. when kalla pulled away, her tongue cleaned her lips as a wolf does, lifting its maw from a fresh meal.
his reward for a hard-fought victory, was their second. threnn was still skittish about sverrand, and thankfully the man understood, offering little more than a hand on threnn's shoulder as she nearly pounced upon him. thickening arms caught her weight, leaving the other man to laugh as he stumbles but catches himself, steadying them both.
along with his first time with sverrand, came the third. there were pecks here and there, but all before paled in comparison to soothing caresses of lips he knew to ease him into the lips he didn't. rougher lips, stronger lips, hands pushing calves to lift and she kissed him through the strangeness and minor pains, until he was sighing with content.
they'd found their rhythm, and came a fourth moment between them, the youngest situated between the elder two, moving easily between. kisses were shared, passed from one to another and back again, helping to warm them against night's chills.
the last time was not timid, not in the slightest. he wanted her, she wanted her, sverrand wanted her; this little squealing fireball of a babe, giggling at all the lips meeting her forehead. it was the last dawn before battle, and the fereldan king was calling in any and all allies against the blight. looking down at their daughter, he curls a curious hand around the back of kalla's neck, and pulls her closer.