What Happened

“There you are,” a deep voice said from the shadows.

Elissa’s head snapped around. She’d know that voice anywhere. Loghain.

He appeared from around the side of a pillar in the throne room at the Vigil, all sinew and
sarcasm. His silver armor clinking as he crossed his ankles and his arms, leaning back against
the stone. Elissa took a deep breath and walked towards him, glad that her new companions were
all otherwise occupied. That way they wouldn’t see her blushing like some virgin about to meet
her betrothed. It was CRAZY, but that always happened when she saw Loghain; even when he
was trying to kill her.

“Loghain,” she managed. “It’s good to see you.”

He offered her a crooked grin. “And you as well Warden. You look lovely,” he said.
“Leadership looks good on you, I think.”

“It’s temporary,” she replied, running a hand through her hair, and trying to ignore the way his
compliment made butterflies dance in her stomach.

“Isn’t it always?” Loghain said, his smile fading.

“I was wondering when you’d get here,” Elissa said. “We could use your help. Things are more
difficult than I expected.”

Loghain frowned. “I wish I was here to stay, but I only came to bring you the last of the cache
from the Warden compound at the palace. I have orders to report to Montsimmard, in Orlais.”

“What?” Elissa said, her heart slamming down unmercilessly into her feet.

“Yes,” he continued, standing up from his relaxed position against the pillar. “They say I’ll
interfere if I stay in Ferelden. And they are probably right.”

“Can I do something on your behalf?” Elissa asked. Her hand darted out almost unconsciously
and she grabbed the cool metal of his bracer.

Loghain looked down at her hand and then his eyes slowly crept up her arm, along the exposed
length of her collarbones. His gaze moved up her neck and over the curve of her jaw. Any other
man and that look might have seemed lecherous. But this was Loghain, by the Maker. And
when he did it, it felt like a caress.

Which was completely insane. But there it was anyway.

“No,” he said once his eye met hers again. “My orders come from Weisshaupt itself.” He
snorted. “I just thought darkspawn blood was the last poison I’d have to drink.”

Elissa’s brows drew together over her eyes. “When . . . when do you need to leave?” Boldly, she
took a step forward until she was entirely too close to him. Far closer than protocol would
recommend and close enough to feel the heat of his body even through his armor.

Loghain cocked his head and smirked. “Not until tomorrow,” he said. “But there are other
Wardens here to insist I follow my orders. I cannot delay more than that.”

“I . . . perhaps we could . . . have dinner together?” Elissa stammered. Maker’s Breath, she faced
an archdemon, but got shaky talking to him. Of course, it wasn’t completely unexpected after all.
She’d had a girlhood infatuation with Loghain since the first time she’d met him at thirteen. She
assumed that all the ‘trying to kill her’ madness would be enough to squelch it, but alas, here it
was again. She was certain she had completely lost her mind, but despite her supposed
adulthood and sense, Loghain Mac Tir was still the most handsome man in all of Ferelden. At
least in her warped little version of it.

And now he was leaving for good. Elissa swallowed the lump that was suddenly in her throat.

Loghain looked mildly perplexed at her invitation, and at her stuttering, but he smiled, albeit
crookedly.

“I would like that,” he replied. “It will be gratifying to have one last pleasurable memory of
Ferelden to take with me.”

Maker, if he only knew.

**

Elissa’s famous Grey Warden appetite was clamoring for satisfaction as she waited; if only it was
a desire for food that was plaguing her. She’d changed out of her armor, tying her hair back out
of her face, but dressed simply in a pale tunic and leather pants. She had almost decided on a
dress, of all things, which was completely insane. She hadn’t worn a dress since . . . ever.

But there was this part of her, that sounded suspiciously like her mother, saying something about
her ‘softer skills’ helping her with men. And Elissa hated to admit it, but she wanted help right
now. Loghain was leaving, and Maker, she’d wanted him since she’d been old enough to know
what that meant. If it had only been her body that was interested; that she could have resolved
that easily – with or without Loghain if necessary. But this was something entirely different.
She’d never even allowed herself to think about it before, and now it was too late.

Elissa had herself so flustered, just thinking about, that she almost slunk away, out of her rooms
and considered finding somewhere to hide. She was starting to stand, just as the soft knock came
on the door and it swung open. Loghain stepped out of the shadows of the hall into the brighter
room and took her breath away.

She couldn’t recall ever seeing him without his armor before. And by Andraste’s frilly knickers,
she was now very sad that she hadn’t. He was dressed much like she was; simple linen tunic,
leathers. But his tunic was unlaced a bit at the neck, showing the start of the cleft between the
muscles of his chest and those pants . . . they were so tight it was nearly indecent. Not that she
was complaining, but it made all the blood in her body leap to attention.

She was glad that she hadn’t managed to stand, because she was certain she would have swooned
if she had been.

Some hero she was.

Loghain was also wearing a rather wistful smile and it made her heart feel like a lead weight in
her chest. Instead of indulging the dark feelings she was having, she managed what she hoped
was a congenial smile.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to come,” she said, and immediately felt thirteen all over again.

Loghain frowned. “I wasn’t entirely sure I was either,” he admitted. Rigidly, he sat down across
from her.

“I’m . . . I mean . . . you don’t have to be here,” she said, feeling heat rush into her cheeks. “I’m
not your commander any more . . . and it’s not . . . .” She was babbling and couldn’t make a
complete sentence.

Loghain reached across the table a put a finger on her lips, silencing her.

“Hush,” he said softly. “I want to be here.”

Elissa swallowed hard. “You do?”

Loghain smiled. “Yes,” he said, “More than I should, I’m sure.”

Trying again to ignore the butterflies that were fluttering wildly in her chest, she reached for the
carafe of wine on the table and managed to fill their glasses despite her shaking hands. Gingerly,
she offered one to him, his fingers lingering over hers for an unexpectedly long time.

“To the Hero of River Dane,” she said, lifting her glass up to his.

He smiled sadly. “To the Hero of Ferelden.”

Their glasses clinked together and they both drank. And afterwards, stared at each other in
silence. The quiet seemed to fill the entire room like a Broodmother, and it was nearly as
frightening. Elissa’s heart thudded in her chest.

“Loghain, I,” she began just as he started to speak as well, their words overlapping.

He chuckled. “You first.”

**

“I just wanted to say, that . . . well, I’m going to miss you Loghain, “ she admitted.

“I will miss you as well,” he replied. “Although it does surprise me a bit.” He smirked. “Did
you know that your mother once suggested to me that since my wife was gone, that you and I
should . . . .”

Elissa raised an eyebrow but was too surprised to reply.

“And I was seriously considering it,” he said seriously. “Until the Blight came.”

“And now?” she asked. “What do you think of it now?”

Loghain sighed. “I wish I hadn’t been so slow to make up my mind,” he said. “Because the only
thing that was stopping me was some inane notion that you might be uninterested, considering
my age.”

Elissa looked dismayed. “Maker’s blood, Loghain. That would never have mattered to me.”

“No?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “Not in the least. It wouldn’t have mattered then, and it doesn’t matter now.”

Loghain looked surprised at that. “What are you saying?”

Before her brain could kick in and stop her, she blurted out, “I never realized how much I wanted
you until now; and now it’s too late.”

“You . . . what?” he replied incredulously. “Did you just . . . .” Quite shockingly, he was
stammering and Elissa was blown away. But she knew it was now or never. She would only
have tonight, and then any chance would be gone. Ignoring the sensible voice in her head that
told her she was insane, she leaned over across the table and took his face between her hands.

“I have wanted you since I was a girl,” she admitted. “Please, don’t go.”

“You know I must,” he said, leaning forward into her palms.

“Then don’t leave before . . . ,” she began but he moved forward in a rush, his lips pressing into
hers. She heard the sound of the wine glasses tipping over and rolling to the floor, some of the
wine splashing on to her bare feet. But at that moment all that mattered was pressed against her
lips, warm and alive and devouring her more deliciously than she’d even dared to imagine.


They managed to work their way around the table, their tongues still feverishly dancing against
each other. Finally the obstruction was gone, and Loghain’s arms wrapped around her waist
pulling her close. Elissa could feel the thick length of his erection through their thin leathers.

He mouth broke away from hers, traveling around her jaw to her ear, capturing the lobe between
his teeth.

“You are so beautiful,” he sighed, running his tongue along the curve of her ear.

“Oh, Loghain,” she whispered in reply. She slid her hands down along the hard muscles of his
arms, lingers on every curve and valley. Her hands reached his bare forearms and the touch of
his skin against her fingertips sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

His lips slid down to her neck and further still to her collarbone. She felt his teeth against her
skin. Her hands were wildly questing then, finding the hem of his tunic and sliding up
underneath to slip against the warm, soft skin of his back. His hands too moved, from the small
of her back down the curve of her ass, cupping her and pressing her tightly against him. She
ground herself against him helplessly.

“Maker,” she panted. “Please Loghain.”

She felt him smile against the skin of her neck. “Please what?”

“Please,” she repeated. “Please, make love to me.”

His only reply was a supplicating moan and the throb of his length against her. She pulled away
a little, tearing his shirt off over his head, allowing him to do that same to her. His sword worn
fingers fumbled with the cloth of her breast band until it fell free on to the floor. With another
licentious groan, he leaned forward and ran his tongue across the peak of her nipple. He took it
into his mouth and flicked his tongue. Elissa legs turned to jelly, but his hand grabbed at her
waist again, keeping her steady against him.

**

He pulled back, his eyes riveted on the round globes of her breasts for a moment, before looking
up into her eyes. His blue eyes were heavily lidded, crinkled in the corners from his smile.
Elissa took the hint of his look, and moved her hands down his chest, reveling in the hard
expanse of his flesh. Her fingers reached the laces of his pants, and she felt the tip of his cock
nearly pushing its way through the waist. Her fingers were more steady than she expected as she
unraveled the laces, his cock pushing out as if it had a will of it’s own. She wrapped her hand
around him and was rewards by his moan and his eyes closing.

Elissa wriggled out of his grasp and slipped to her knees. She held the base of his cock hard,
aiming it towards her mouth. She licked her lips first and then flicked her tongue against the head
of his cock. She glanced up at him through her lashes.

“I have wanted to do this for so long,” she whispered and before he could reply, she took the
head of his cock into her mouth. He tasted like salt, and sweetness and duty.

He buried his hands in her hair, but stayed still. The muscles in his thighs twitched but he
resisted the urge to thrust himself into her warm mouth. She did it for him instead, taking his
length as deeply as she could.

“Oh,” he whimpered as her mouth slid slowly along his length. “Yes,” he groaned. “Suck me.”

Elissa felt her pulse between her legs at his blatant words. But a creature of duty until the end,
she did as she was told, sliding his cock back into her mouth. She worked his cock with hand
and tongue, her other hand coming up to cradle his heavy balls. He was panting hard, managing
parts of words and groaning.

Gently, his hands touched her face, pushing her away. She looked up at him expectantly.

“I can’t take much more of that,” he said, pulling her to her feet. His fingers tugged at the laces
of her leathers. “And I want to do as you asked.”

He slid to his knees, working the tight leather off over her hips. He leaned his face against her
thighs and breathed deeply, inhaling the heady fragrance of her arousal. He slipped a finger into
the cleft her legs and then licked her moisture from his finger. He sighed. Elissa fell back to her
knees, half straddling his thighs.

“Please,” she said again. “I want you inside me, now.”

Loghain pushed her on to her back on the floor, pulling his leathers to his knees and settling
down between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her. Teasing her. He took his cock
in his hand and slid it against her clit. She opened her legs widen and moaned, pushing herself
up against him.

“Please,” she whimpered yet again.

He chuckled, leaning his head forward, rubbing the head of his cock in tiny, fervent circles
against her. “Please what?”

“Now Loghain,” Elissa whimpered. “Fuck me . . . now.” She punctuated her sentence by
thrusting her hips forward off the floor, the head of his cock sliding down her cleft.

With a growl, Loghain pushed into her, burying himself to the hilt. Wildly, he began to thrust
into her. His hips slammed into her thighs, and she pushed up hard. He tilted his hips as he
moved so the arch of his pelvic bone rubbed against her clit.

Words turned into incomprehensible grunts, all thoughts of a slow pleasuring forgotten. They
were like wild animals, bucking and groaning, their sweat soaked flesh slick against each other.
More quickly than had ever happened in her life, Elissa felt herself clench around him. She
threw her head back, smacking it against the stone floor. But she didn’t feel anything except
Loghain’s thick cock pounding into her.

His hand snaked up to cup her ass and he buried his head in her neck, pumping deeply. His cock
churned into her and she grabbed at him, pulling him tighter against her. She felt his orgasm
begin in the muscles in the small of his back, rippling through his entire body. With a grunt, he
thrust hard into her again, deeper than she ever knew she could be penetrated. His cock throbbed
hard as he spilled himself inside of her.

Panting, he collapsed against her. His weight was comfortable, despite the cold stone under her
back.

“Loghain,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, cradling him against her. “I .
. . I love you.” His cock twitched inside her.

“I know,” he murmured against her. “And I’m sorry.”