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While Kore was having a bath the night before, Alistair went and had a word with the servants, and over breakfast, one comes in to inform him that everything's arranged. His eyes light up, and he glances over to his wife--still the best phrase in the whole world, his wife--who's still eating her breakfast, entirely unaware of what he's done.

He hopes, anyway. She's good at finding things out, but he wants this to be a surprise. As great a honeymoon as this has been, he'd really like to send things off with a bang. (Or maybe two or three.)

"Forgot to tell you, wifey," he says, raising an eyebrow. "I know we have one more day here, but we're going to leave early."

She watches the exchange with mild curiosity, but nothing more. Since they've been married, she's actually instructed people to not come to her--her husband is more than capable of handling travel information, amongst other things. They need not always go right to the Inquisitor. So, she assumes the servant is just informing him about the status of the horses and carriage they'll be climbing into soon.

Perhaps earlier than she anticipated...? Kore sets down her bowl and fixes her husband with a questioning look.

"Leave early? Where to? I'm not packed."

"Don't worry," he says cheerfully, returning to his eggs. "We're not going too far."

There's a lake on the estate, a beautiful clear one with a shoreline of fine sand. It's unlike anything back in Ferelden or the Frostbacks, and he's made sure they can spend their last full day comfortably on the beach.

"Want to finish breakfast or see your surprise?" Always an important question, though he supposes they can always take the bowl of whole fruit with them on the way.

He can't tease her with a surprise and then expect her to wait. This is entirely unexpected, and she's eager to see what he's planned--that's her husband, surprising her left and right.

Smiling, she pushes back her chair to stand.

"Show me. What have you done, husband?"

Alistair raises an eyebrow. "Something you'll like."

It doesn't take long to shuffle into shoes and clothing appropriate for venturing out-of-doors, and the walk to the lake isn't terribly long, either. The entire time, Alistair refuses to give the slightest hint to their goal.

Said goal does eventually come into sight: a tent pitched on the sand, made of thin cloth panels and slender poles, tall enough for them to walk around inside, airy and light and open to the water. There are carpets laid down inside, a mattress topped with innumerable pillows and thin little blankets, a low table to sit at, and unlit candles all around. Those are waiting for the evening, when they'll want flickering votives to help the moon and stars light their little living space.

"Do you approve, wife?" he asks, grinning.

Knowing they're not about to go scale a mountain, Kore puts on a light dress. It's been nice, able to wear such casual clothing if not bypassing clothes entirely. Outside, she keeps a hold on his arm, tugging it now and then in effort to learn about this surprise. No begging or promises of massages or kisses budge him. He can be surprisingly secretive, this man.

She knows it'll be worth the wait.

And it is.

Her jaw drops when she sees what he's planned. She looks between the tent and her husband before turning around to wrap her arms around Alistair's neck. It requires a little hop, but she manages with a laugh and a kiss against his cheek.

"Maker's breath, it's beautiful. I've already married you, you know. I don't need to be swept off my feet."

But she likes it. A lot. He gets a brief peck on the lips before she's letting him go and taking his hand to pull him with her as she goes to inspect their new lodging.

"I like sweeping you off your feet. In fact..." Alistair lets her pull them along towards their little room, if it can be called such a thing. "I think you'll find something on the bed for you."

It's a rose--of course it's a rose--tucked gently against a pillow on her side of the bed. The petals are a deep scarlet colour, the thorns all nicked from the stem.

Alistair's going to have to make sure the servants all get some kind of bonus for this; they've done everything up perfectly, and it's all worth it just to see Kore's face.

Kore releases his hand so she can pick up the rose. She picks it up carefully, lifting the flower up to her nose so she can smell it. It really wasn't all that long ago when he handed her that first rose, was it? There have been roses in between, but that doesn't detract from the warmth she feels in her chest. She's glad to be his.

"It's beautiful," she tells him, and before returning to him she makes sure the rose is safe on the table. She keeps each and every one he gives her. Her hands lift to cup his face, guiding him down for a kiss. "Thank you. This is perfect. All of this is perfect."

It's sad to think it'll be over soon. Back to work, back to traveling--somewhat, at least, given the baby on the way.

Edited 2015-05-31 23:55 (UTC)

Alistair likes having something he can keep giving her, always and everywhere. No matter where they go or what they do, when he looks at a rose, he thinks of her--and that's how he wants things to be. Kore, always Kore.

He lets himself be pulled down for a kiss, wrapping her up in his embrace as his mouth meets hers. This little respite from the rest of the world is temporary, but if they can keep the feelings of it in their hearts, he doesn't think they can ever be too unhappy.

"I was inspired by my wife," he tells her with a fond little smile. "She makes me want to make the world as perfect as she is."

And whenever she looks at a rose, she thinks of him. Her adoring lover, now her husband. There's a reason she's switched to rose-scented perfume. Everywhere she goes, she's reminded of the man she loves more than anything else in the world.

"Right now, the world is perfect," she smiles up at him, because as far as she's concerned, the entire world is this tent. "Now what?"

"Now?" Alistair grins, combing a hand back through her hair. "Now we do whatever you want. Swimming, walking, building sandcastles, seeing how comfortable that bed is..."

No matter what they do, he'll be happy if they're together. She can have any specifics she likes.

She hums thoughtfully. It does actually require some thought as all of those sound wonderful. Well, perhaps not building sand castles. Kore hates sand and anything that reminds her of the Hissing Wastes. Sand in her boots. Sand in her smalls. Very unpleasant.

"I think we can get through all of those today. Help me decide which one is first," he says, hands roaming down the small of his back and down to his arse because it happens to be right there. As she waits for his reply, she gives his bottom a playful squeeze.

No burying the wife while she naps in the sun. Check. In the meanwhile, Alistair's more than happy to do what he's told.

"Let's narrow it down to two," he says, the hand not tangled up in her hair settling comfortably at her hip. "Pull off that dress and go swimming with me, or pull it off and go to bed with me."

No burying the wife while she naps in the sun. Not that she'd ever do that--Maker knows how quickly even the sun here would cook her pale skin. And then there would be no touching Kore for however long it took for her to recover, and everyone would be sad.

"Bed," she nods, lifting her arms. He can have the honor of pulling her dress off. "Then swimming, if you're able."

If he's able, she says. Her muscles have been aching due to the sheer amount of sex, but it's a nice ache. The kind that leaves her sprawled out and breathing heavily, and that bed looks very, very comfortable. A good place for tired thighs to recuperate.

Yeah, in light of the way she's nearly reflective in direct sunlight, none of that scenario should occur. Maybe they'll have to invest in a beach umbrella, if and when they vacate Skyhold permanently. In the meantime, the tent they've been provided should suit.

Especially when she raises her arms like she wants him to undress her right then. It's tempting, and Alistair lets his gaze move up and down her frame shamelessly.

But in the end, he swoops in (tsk, tsk) with a wide smile and picks her up like a sack of potatoes, carrying her over his shoulder towards the tent. "If I'm not, maybe we'll see if it's any good for sleeping."

There's always moonbathing, but Kore's not fond of being eaten alive by mosquitoes, either. Or whatever might lurk in this picturesque place at night. She imagines being by the water is much different than relaxing on their balcony.

"Ugh," she gurgles, forever entertained at how he can so easily pick her up, as if she were nothing but a pack to be slung over the shoulder before departing camp. The press of his shoulder into her stomach is a little uncomfortable, only if because something is pressing into her bladder. Not very sexy, having to excuse yourself to pee.

But she can grab at his bottom again like this, with both hands, trusting him to keep a hold on her.

"We've only been up a few hours, Alistair."

Alistair's determined to keep her safe from mosquitoes tonight, along with everything else that might disturb them. This is going to be a day for them both to remember, ideally through modes other than itchy red bumps for the rest of their travels.

Poor Kore, hefted around by an oversized slab of man, one who responds to her groping by pinching her bottom lightly (with the hand not keeping her from sliding off his shoulder, naturally--he's not a monster).

"You're sleeping for two now," he answers cheerfully, walking them into the tent and laying Kore down upon the mounds of pillows far more delicately than he picked her up. "If you need a few extra hours..."

Once she's laid out, he stretches out next to her, turning her head for an affectionate kiss.

Could there be any more pillows? Kore feels herself sink into them. And she thought her bed at Skyhold was ridiculous. Here, she doesn't feel guilty about it. Here, it feels deserved.

"I don't want to sleep," she murmurs, kissing him back and cuddling up against his side. It never feels right unless she's flush against him. "I want you."

At you she playfully pokes his clothed chest. And then she glances around.

"Though this would be an excellent place to read a book and doze off. It's lovely."

"Damn," he says, pretending to smack his forehead. "I forgot the books. Not a single one out here for either of us. Whatever will we do now?"

The question is asked slowly, with a bit of a leer, his eyebrow raised as he starts reaching for the lacing of her dress. It's beautiful on her, but there's nothing lovelier than Kore's flesh on its own. Now more than ever, with the slight curve of her belly beginning to hint at things to come.

"I guess," he says, caressing her cheek with the backs of his fingers, "we'll have to find some other way to entertain ourselves."

There's not much separating her skin from him. Underthings have only been a hindrance during their stay, and Kore didn't bother putting them on for this surprise as she was fairly certain sex would happen sooner or later. Didn't it always, with them?

She pushes up his shirt so that her fingers can slide over his stomach, up over his abs and then his ribs as she smiles at him. It's a promising smile, her cheeks a little red from being carried over his shoulder.

"The usual?"

Kore's smile turns into a grin. The usual, but Maker, she'll never grow tired of having him.

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