Strings Attached - a There and Back Again Story
Copyright© 2018 by Aquea
Chapter 23: Nathaniel
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 23: Nathaniel - Nathaniel Howe, the pariah of Ferelden. Leliana, a damaged bard. Two people who never should have met - but the story has changed, and somehow the two are drawn together despite everything. There and Back Again presented their relationship as a 'fait accompli' - but how did it start?
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fan Fiction GameLit High Fantasy Oral Sex
Nate’s smile fell, his hands clasping into fists at his side. “Maker take me, we had him. If I wasn’t such a blighted idiot...”
Leliana turned to him, her smile sympathetic. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known—”
“You did.” Nate sighed. “I’ll bet you all did. And I’ve just ruined any hope of pinning this on Esmerelle.”
“He wouldn’t have talked.” The Antivan seemed completely confident in his assessment. “I know the type. Anyone willing to poison themselves to avoid capture wouldn’t break. I doubt even his name was real.”
“We’ll never know now, will we?” He sighed. “Anyway, thank you again for your help. All of you. I’m not dead – and there probably won’t be time for another attempt before we meet the Archdemon, so I guess it’s a win?”
Aedan slapped Nate on the shoulder. “I’ll find someone to clean up the body. You, my friend, need a new tent and a new bedroll. Even without the needles, I wouldn’t want to sleep there.”
“Get checked for injuries, yes? I am quite certain I found all of the needles, but...” Zevran trailed off.
Nate nodded and turned to walk away – where he was headed, he wasn’t really sure. He had no intention of seeing the healers and would have to make a huge fuss to procure himself another bedroll and tent in the middle of the night, which he would never do.
He had gone only a few paces when he realised that there were footsteps following him. He spun, hand on the dagger sheathed at his waist, suddenly very anxious about a second attempt – but it was just Leliana, her red hair hidden in a deep hood, a sympathetic smile just visible in the dim light. She stepped towards him, closing the distance between them, and reached out to pry his fingers off the pommel. He released it with an embarrassed sigh, but somehow ended up with her hand in his, their fingers interwoven. Her hand was cold, and he shuddered at the contact – but it wasn’t the temperature that got to him. He just stared at her, his throat tight, eyes prickling with an unfamiliar emotion.
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