"What's going on here?!"
Fenris heard his own voice booming throughout the Hanged Man – but he didn't care.
He had walked in with Aveline to meet their companions. He liked most of them. He disliked others.
Then there was Aisla Rem.
Aisla Rem, along with her sister, had been part of their motley crew for about six months now. And he couldn't decide whether he liked her.
He enjoyed talking with her well enough, however if he found himself thinking of her, he would become frustrated. In a variety of ways. He almost felt cursed.
Varric had invited everyone to the Hanged Man, and it appeared as if Fenris and Aveline we the last to arrive.
But that was not the problem.
The problem was what he saw.
Aisla's pale, slender form was laying across a tavern bench near the back of the room, though easily seen. Her buxom chest heaved up in her loose top, which also rode up to reveal her toned, ivory midriff. One arm rested behind her head as her other was placed across her lower stomach. Her tight leggings emphasised her womanly figure as one knee was raised, leaning against the tavern table.
She was clearly sound asleep, her pink lips parted and eyes closed.
Merril, Hanaki and Isabela sat across from Aisla, the latter smirking as she mentally undressed the pretty little elf before her.
She was not the only one, though…
"Let her sleep, Fenris." Hawke admonished light heartedly, though his eyes watched the elven warrior cunningly. "She's been on several missions now without sleep, after all."
But Fenris hardly heard his friend, instead, he glared balefully at every male in the room, though they were not paying attention to him at all – their eyes fixated on the sleeping beauty ahead.
Fenris stormed over to the bench, roughly grabbing a man who had been slithering up slowly to Aisla, by his collar.
"Hey! What's your problem?" The weasel whined.
"She's NOT yours to touch, cretin!" Fenris bellowed. The lecherous male flinched, fear slightly evident in his eyes as he tried to hide it.
"Mmm…"
Fenris froze, rigid, as he heard the small moan slip from Aisla's lips. He glanced down at her, observing her stretched slightly, arching her back and pushing her breasts up. He felt himself angering. Was she doing this on purpose?...
"Oh? She yours, then?" The disgusting man still in Fenris' grasp asked dubiously.
Aisla stretched back once more. Fenris felt himself about to explode. He felt she was exploiting the situation…surely she cannot be truly asleep… no one was this appealing asleep…
"Fenris?"
She asked quietly, sleepily, as she opened those blue orbs to smile up at him sweetly. "You're here… about time." She yawned slightly before blinking several times, unable to resist the sleep that had overcome her once more.
Fenris hadn't realised his previous anger had completely evaporated, as he shoved the man in his grasp back harshly. He gently embraced Aisla's top half as he sat down on the bench, placing her head in his lap.
"Oh my… he seemed so angry before." Merrill wondered out loud.
This earned a glare from Fenris, himself as Isabela let out a smug laugh, "He's smitten, kitten."
Fenris was about to respond in his normal, grouchy manner, when Aisla moaned slightly, rolling over and burying her face into his lap. Fenris immediately reddened.
Hawke and his companions laughed.
Fenris just hoped Aisla Rem couldn't feel his… discomfort.