Strings Attached - a There and Back Again Story
Copyright© 2018 by Aquea
Chapter 26: Leliana
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 26: Leliana - 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
He was gone in the morning when she woke, but he’d left a piece of parchment with a note scrawled across it in hasty handwriting: Your route is being handled by another scout for the day. I thought you could use some rest. I hope to see you tonight.
She sighed and stretched. She could admit she had been looking forward to waking up together but knew Nathaniel would be eager to report back to Cailan. It left her with a day to herself – a rare luxury – and she was determined not to waste it. She jumped up and dressed quickly, eating a brief meal of rations from her pack. There was still a small pile of ale-soaked clothing in the corner, and she gathered it up with a wrinkled nose.
Nathaniel’s tent had been disassembled, leaving a small pile of belongings under a tarp made up of the old, torn tent; Leliana transferred everything except his bedroll into her, larger pavilion, determined that Nate would have his tent back. The bedroll she discarded; it smelled awful, and she’d never trust the assassin’s needles had all been removed.
Thinking about the needles – and what she’d done to ensure none of them had harmed Nathaniel – left her pink-faced, but grinning.
She packed her own belongings, leaving them in one corner of the tent, and then went to the requisitions officer and got herself a new tent and bedroll, which she also stashed inside Nate’s. She stepped out through the tent flap when she was done, and nearly knocked Sierra straight off her feet.
“You okay, Leli?” Sierra grabbed her arm, holding on until they were both stable. “I haven’t seen you the last few nights.”
“Oh, yes, my friend. How are you?” Leliana distracted the woman with small talk, having no desire to discuss what may – or may not – be happening with Nathaniel. But she made sure to borrow the small stone showerhead the Queen of Orzammar had gifted her, willing herself not to blush again as she considered the many uses to which it could be put ... later.
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