A/N: A prompt given to me by my wife: "I want Hawke to fuck ALL the women. And my only stipulation is that it be comedy-sex."
So she watches me play these games, and she's read a little of what I write. While I'm playing and I'm talking to any given lady in the game, she'll inevitably ask me, "So you gonna fuck her?" She got tired of me saying no. So the other day when I asked her if she had any requests for smut, she immediately gave me this prompt. You got it, honey!
Isabela
"No."
"What do you mean, 'no'?"
Hawke shook her head. "Absolutely not."
Isabela rolled her eyes. "You are no fun, Hawke." She ran a hand down Hawke's stomach.
"Isabela!" Hawke grabbed at her hand, trying desperately to keep it from wandering inside her trousers. They were in public! People could see them!
Isabela chuckled, snaking her other hand in while Hawke focused on the first one. "Oh, but it will be so much fun!"
Hawke hesitated, her body already responding to Isabela's faint ministrations through her smallclothes. The woman definitely knew what she was doing. Her hesitation was her undoing. Within minutes she was being dragged through the doors of the Chantry, cursing her treacherous body and its inability to say no to an opportunity to have sex with a pretty, willing woman.
"Now," the pirate purred quietly. "Let me show you how much fun this can be."
They were upstairs, in one of the library nooks of the Chantry's main hall. Isabela pressed her up against the wall before dropping to her knees, dragging Hawke's trousers with her. The smallclothes were around Hawke's knees next, and then that talented tongue, those knowing fingers, were parting wiry hair and finding her most delicate of places.
Hawke gasped, immediately threading her fingers under the pirate's bandana and into silky locks of raven hair, seeking balance. The pirate really knew what she was doing.
"Shit, Isabela," she managed, trying desperately to keep her voice at a whisper. "I'm sorry I doubted you."
She was answered with a throaty chuckle. Then those hands were parting her knees as far as they would go, and that tongue was seeking her entrance. An answering flood of wetness coated Isabela's chin, making both of them groan in pleasure.
"Is someone there?"
They froze.
"Hello?"
"Shit," Hawke mouthed in an urgent whisper. "I told you this was a bad idea!"
The rogue was on her feet, her hand over Hawke's mouth, immediately. "Hush," she mouthed, close to the warrior's ear. "This is part of the fun – the risk of getting caught."
They heard footsteps on the stairs.
Isabela gave Hawke a sharp tug, and the warrior followed as best she could with her pants still around her knees, staring daggers into Isabela's back as she went. Never again, she promised herself. Never again will I listen to Isabela.