At first it was just talk.
Isabela had coaxed it out of her, right in the middle of their lovemaking, in her room at the Hanged Man. This time she had come on to Hawke during a game of Wicked Grace. There they were, surrounded by their friends and right when she had a winning hand, and there was the Pirate's hand on her thigh, dipping under her trousers beneath the table.
Marian had never had much of a face for cards. She didn't last out the hand. She had to fold with a four-card match, blast it all, but it was that or bend Isabela over the table right there. Not that the temptress would mind a public ravaging, of course, but Hawke, at least, had some notions of privacy. She threw down her cards and grabbed the Rivaini's arm and dragged her down the hall.
It was there in the pirate's bed, well after all of their clothes had been discarded, that Isabela reminded her of their friends downstairs.
"Seems a shame to leave them out of this," she purred. "They don't know what they're missing." By then the Rivanni's hand had completely disappeared between Marian's legs.
Hawke arched off the bed, every muscle in her body straining at once. She had never had more than three fingers inside her before, hadn't known she could hold even more.
"Ah, you are so sweet, pet. You like that, hmm?"
She nodded emphatically. Yes yes yes yes yes.
Isabela eased herself down alongside her, putting her magnificent breasts within reach, letting her dip her head down to capture her mouth in a kiss.
Isabela had already had Hawke's head between her own quivering thighs; now she was returning the favor. She knew very well how to make her lover come and she was steadfastly refusing to do it until she had driven her thoroughly mad first.
Marian groaned and threw her head back again, her eyes squeezed shut, as Isabela slowly opened her hand and closed it. "Dear maker..." she breathed out.
"You've not had a man," Isabela asked, "have you?"
Eyes still shut, Marian whispered no.
"Who would you have? If you could choose anyone?"
"Please, Bela..."
"Who would it be? Someone downstairs?"
Isabela swatted her hands away from her own snatch. No getting off until she was finished with her.
Heavy-lidded, Marian's beautiful eyes pleaded with the Rivani. "Bela.."
"Who?" she demanded, grinning. Again she opened her hand deep inside her lover and made her buck desperately off of the bed, before bringing her still again.
"The dwarf? No, not Varric. You would like them taller than you, I think."
Hawke was nearly biting her lip through in frustration.
"Anders? I hear he's very skilled. I'd like to sample that one myself, sometime. That patrician nose, I'd love to see it buried between my legs. Wouldn't you?"
Hawke whimpered, moving her hips back and forth to feel the friction of her hand within her.
"Fenris? He's a handsome one. And you know what they say about men with big swords..."
Something in Hawke's face gave her away.
"Ooh, it IS Fenris, isn't it? You want to bed the elf!"
Hawke gasped as Isabela coupled the movements of her missing hand with a tweaking pinch from her other at the very tip of her nipple.
"I would do such things to that elf." Isabela's voice dropped into a low growl. "I'd have him every way possible."
Marian's breathing was growing even more labored, as Isabela's long nails scraped around her breasts.
"I'd have him down my throat until he begged for mercy."
Marian was so close now.
"But I'd save him for you, kitten. I'd have him inside you just like this," she squeezed her hand again.
Isabela finally slid back and dipped her face down below Hawke's stomach.
"I wonder what he sounds like when he comes. He has that sexy voice. I bet you could make him scream, love. When he fucks you, I bet he'd be right out of his mind."
"Bela please I can't take anymore please..."
Finally Isabela brought her clever tongue to the spot that made Marian see stars and yelp so loud they probably heard her downstairs.
On the crest of her orgasm, riding out the waves, Isabela watched Marian writhe and noted how much longer her moans went on this time, how many more times she strained against her.
It was giving her a truly marvelous idea.
Isabela had to propose it to her three more times, over the course of a week, before Hawke really realized that she was serious.
She paused in the middle of stripping off her leathers, thunderstruck, with Isabela watching appreciatively from Hawke's giant four-poster bed. They weren't even fooling around yet, and she wasn't saying it just to tease Marian. The pirate actually meant it.
"Seriously? You want to invite Fenris to bed? With both of us?"
Isabela rolled over on her back, turning Marian upside down in her view. Always a good viewpoint. "As I keep saying, yes. Elf sandwich. Yum."
"But, Bela," Marian pointed out skeptically, "he practically crawls out of his skin whenever you touch him. And I can't even get that close."
"Only because you turn into a little schoolgirl around him."
Hawke rolled her eyes and peeled off her shirt. "Hardly."
"Oh Fenris, you're so funny."
"Shut up."
"Oh Fenris, come over to my estate, I found some wine in the cellar."
She threw her shirt at her. "Well, I did. He likes wine."
"Oh Fenris, come into the dark caves with me, we need your sword..."
"There are spiders in there! I hate spiders!"
The pirate sighed. "You just ruined my innuendo. I was going to go on with the 'exploring-our-caves' thing."
Marian made an exasperated noise and started to work at the binding around her breasts. Isabela flipped back onto her stomach and reached up to her. "Let me help with that."
"Nope. You're being ridiculous."
"Aw, kitten."
"And there's no way he would go for it. He's always angry with me for some reason or other, and he always avoids being next to you at Wicked Grace."
"That's just because I peek at his cards."
"I don't know if he even likes women. Or sex, for that matter. He's still working on the whole conversation thing, really." Hawke reached the end of the cloth that bound her breasts to her body and tossed it onto a chair. Isabela chewed her lip just looking at those lovely little breasts. She didn't understand why Hawke would keep them all tied up like that.
"But he watches, love. He watches."
"Watches for a knife in his back, maybe. He doesn't really trust any of us."
Isabela sat up, smirking. "You haven't seen it, then. He watches us. You and me. When he thinks I'm not looking, anyway."
"Watches what?" Marian quirked a single eyebrow.
Isabela cupped her own prominent breasts pointedly.
"Well, he could hardly miss *those*," Marian giggled, finally coming to kneel on the bed next to Isabela.
"And *this*", Isabela continued, bringing up her hands to squeeze Marian's heart-shaped arse. "He is an avid watcher of this, let me tell you. I've been catching him."
Marian was working at the laces on Isabela's shift. "I've never seen it," she said dubiously.
"Whenever you bend over, darling. Can't say I blame him, it is a magnificent arse. Truly one of the wonders of the world."
"Hmm. I might have to test that." Laces done, Marian peeled away the pesky material covering Isabela's dark nipples and licked her lips. How she loved Bela's tits, and burying her face between them.
"So anyway, I thought I should warn you before I extend the invitation."
Marian might have argued with her, but she was busy. Her fingers and palms and tongue were giving attention to every considerable inch of Isabela's remarkable chest. Once, Marian had gotten her off just by working on her breasts. She was hoping to repeat the trick.
"You *are* all right with the idea, pet?"
Marian disengaged her mouth for a moment. "Yes, but I know nothing's going to come of it."
"Nice choice of words. Ooooooh." Isabela melted as Marian brought her mouth back to the right nipple.
From there the conversation tilted entirely into long vowel sounds and mmmmms and there was nothing more to be said that evening, in words at least.