After nearly an hour, about the only thing I knew about her was that she was from South Carolina, was drop-dead gorgeous with a personality to go with...the looks. I did notice when she laid her boarding pass on the table that she was in seat 2C in business class. I was in seat 30 B, center seat in economy. We walked together through security and to the gate. She went directly to the gate customer service desk while I found a place to stand. All the seats were taken. She did find a seat near the. And it may have been illusory, but I'd felt safe, relatively, in Denerim, while being back on the road was decidedly ... not. Not that being practically right under Loghain's nose was particularly risk-free, either, though. Whatever, at least there was a bed.I sucked it up and pulled on my gear, breastplate now not rubbing awkwardly, repaired bracer finally not leaving me feeling lopsided, and I spent a moment thankful for Wade. The helmet was still going to drive me crazy, but at least it. She was a luscious young woman, and I had been eager to bed her and plunder her ripe body before her stupid brother and his crew of redcoated jackals appeared. I shot the boy officer off his horse and then we ran, she in her frilly shift and half-loosened corset and me still booted thank you very much with my shirttail flapping and flies ahoo.Now we lay together in a ditch while I showed her how to prime properly and snap the frizzen closed. We kissed now and then, just little friendly pecks. We would always sleep in the same bed growing up so this wasn't weird for us. Ale was wearing a white spaghetti strap top that showed a good amount of cleavage. She had her arms crossed under her chest that pushed her boobs up even more. I was getting hard and pitching a tent. I blushed and awkwardly turned my hips. I think she noticed and smiled a little. "I know the effect I have on you" she said randomly. "W-what are you talking about?" I stutter. "You have feelings for me don't you?" "Yo no.