Soo... for the 50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts, Roslyn and Alistair. 18 Please? "Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the otherās mouth and runs away" *giggles*
Thank you for this prompt! Iāll be honest, Iāve never heard of this being a thing, but it seemed like a nice bit of lighthearted early relationship shenanigans that would definitely work for these two. i hope you like it!
They panted under the hot Bloomingtide sun, the cool shade of the surrounding trees doing them no good so close to midday as they sparred back and forth wield shields and wooden practice swords. As ever, their well-matched skill made the fight an even one, and provided good sport for those of their companions seeking relief from the day under the eaves of the abandoned farmhouse where they were camping.
After a particularly swift flurry of blows, Alistair and Rosslyn parted, winded but grinning.
āThat shieldmaster form is coming along,ā she panted, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her sword hand.
āIs that your way of saying you yield to a warrior of superior skill?ā he teased.
āYou wish. Iāll knock you off your feet yet.ā
He laughed. āNot from over there, you wonāt.ā
Echoing the sound, she advanced on him again, twirling her practice sword to flex out the ache in her forearm.
āYou know, my friends, there are far easier ways to resolve this tension between you,ā Zevran called from his perch by their stacked gear. āAnd it would be less likely to cause bruises ā unless you wanted it to ā ow!ā
āHush,ā Leliana chided. āLet them enjoy themselves.ā
The intervention was too late to stop the spread of a crimson into Rosslynās already-flushed cheeks, but she ignored the comment and squared up to her opponent.
āHow about we try something different?ā she asked.
āWhat are you thinking?ā
With a smirk, she tossed her practice sword aside and brought her shield more fully in front of her, for use as a battering ram. Alistair caught on and did the same, though the lazy way he braced his sword arm against the back of his shield told her he didnāt think much of her chances.
Their eyes locked as their shields clacked against each other. In the first shove, she put a small amount of weight behind it, testing, but he held firm, locked into his stance. She pushed harder. He didnāt budge. Grunting with the effort, her head went down to send more force through her shoulder, her toes pushed into the dirt until her boots scored muddy lines through the grass trying to get him to move.
Alistairās smirk shone through his voice. āGive up yet?ā
āAnd let you win? Never.ā Even if he wasnāt moving, the effort was costing him ā she saw it when she glanced up and found herself an inch from his mouth.
āYouāre always so stubborn.ā
The breath of his laughter cooled the sweat on her forehead, but then his gaze flicked down to where her lips parted above the rim of her shield, and the prepared retort seemed to go out of his head. Only a few weeks had passed since they stood in the sunset and shared their first kiss but the novelty had yet to fade enough to grant her immunity to the smoulder in his gaze whenever he got close enough to touch her, to set her nerve-endings alight with anticipation. He leaned down now, forgetting their audience, forgetting the weight still braced against his shield, forgetting that at least for the moment he ought to be treating her as his enemy.
She, however, remembered. In the last space before their lips met, she stopped, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth for the instant before she blew a puff of hot air directly into his mouth and ducked smartly to the side. He went down with a yell, landing heavily on his front with a muffled oomf and a curse.
āAre you alright?ā Rosslyn asked, when he didnāt move. She nudged him in the side with the toe of her boot and he rolled over onto his back with a groan.
He shot her a mock glare and spat out an imaginary blade of grass. āSomeoneās been taking lessons from the bard. I never knew you had it in you to be so wily, or so cruel in taking it out on me ā I fear the shock means Iāll never rise again!ā?ā
āAnd yet you have so much energy for dramatics,ā she retorted.
āItās charm.ā He wiggled a bit. āYou know, this patch of ground is actually quite comfortable, if you want to try it?ā
For a moment, she considered his hopeful smile and the hand that was patting an invitation into the grass. āAnd what would I do then?ā
āWhat, once Iāve brought you down to my level? How about that kiss you owe me?ā
āI donāt think I owe you a kiss,ā she mused, though she was already bending to sit next to him, steadied by his hand on her waist. āBut I did get you off your feet. Iāll take one, in acknowledgement of my victory.ā
āThat is an interesting argument.ā He grinned. āIt would appear weāre at an impasse.ā
āWhat would you recommend?ā
āCome closer, and Iāll tell you.ā
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