Strings Attached - a There and Back Again Story
Copyright© 2018 by Aquea
Chapter 28: Leliana
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 28: 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
She led him through the tree the way she’d come, to another, smaller clearing just out of line of sight. She had laid everything out already – two tarps for standing on, one already wet and one dry except for a few small, damp footprints; a clean towel; soap and shampoo, the scents he favoured; a blade to use as a straight razor; and a pile of new, clean clothes that had been harder to obtain than she’d admit.
She turned to face him from the edge of the tarp and held out her free hand, dropping the little stone showerhead she’d borrowed into his palm. She thought he’d be touched – privacy and cleanliness were both hard to find in the middle of an army encampment in the woods – but he wasn’t even looking at the preparations. Instead he watched her, his eyes dark.
She flushed and broke the silence. “Go ahead and get cleaned up. That quick wash last night didn’t do you justice.” He growled as she pretended to sniff the air. “I’ll be over there when you’re finished. I thought we could maybe ... talk.”
He nodded, but didn’t let go of her hand, instead tugging her closer gently. She went willingly into his arms, skin still pink. He closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve half a mind to invite you to wash my back.”
She giggled. “Naughty man! And here I was trying to help you get clean, my Lord.”
“My name is Nathaniel.” He chuckled. “We could do that too. Together.”
She stepped back with a mischievous smile. “And waste the supper I packed us? Not a chance. Get changed, Nathaniel.”
She waited for him on the blanket in the larger clearing, trying to avoid thinking about him just down the hill, naked and damp ... and hoping she’d wash his back. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, choosing instead to lay out the picnic that she’d organised. It was nothing remarkable – some fresh game, caught by one of the Dalish hunters who’d been helping supply the army, some bread and cheese, and a rather expensive bottle of wine. Getting fancy food in the middle of an army camp was impossible, but at least it wasn’t salted meat from one of the barrels and hard biscuit.
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