Even Pirate Captains Get The Blues

Her mouth is liquid fire...it moves too fast...head spinning...got to get control.

My eyes open to her sea of amber hair covering my thighs...I can't breathe...her tongue moves on my sex and fire spills out of me as the waves finally start to build...my hands reach for something so hold on to...they find silken sheets...my throat is raw from breathing too fast...I am on fire...fire...fire...I want to scream but there is no breath...I want to her to stop but I beg her to continue...her mouth is a liquid inferno and my sex is weakening to her touch...this is not how it's suppose to be...I'm the strong one...but I am her plaything and she knows it...my breath is finally gone and the explosion hits but...but...right at that magic moment..right at the apex..right when I scream...right when my voice is begging for rest... her mouth becomes ice...the coldest...the fiercest ice...burning in the other direction..my vision goes grey and my soul hangs on eternity's edge...

Finally... I can breathe again...finally my body is my own...the waves ebb...the fire extinguished...I find my voice...my vision clears...I am in the real world again...I open my eyes and see her glowing amber eyes looking up at me from between my thighs...her grin perfectly evil...then as if on cue she blows the slightest rings of frost that gently land on my stomach giving me chills...

Damn shagging a mage just fucking rocks!

She crawls up next to me and I fall into her arms. Then she whispers..."My sweet, sweet Bella what would I do without you?"

Fear grips me. She is getting serious again. She is falling in love. Why can't she just enjoy the moment? Why can't we just enjoy the now? I'm not what she needs but I am too weak to say no. What little happiness I find now is in her arms...but I am not right for her. I love her too much to let her love me. But I am weak and I stay.

"Amber, we've talked about this." Is all I can say.

"Why do you have to be such a stick in the mud woman? The world won't come to an end if the mighty pirate captain Isabela actually committed herself to just one person." She replies.

"You know how my marriage went lover. I can't do that again." I say again for the thousandth time...the same old argument..or at least that's what I want her to think.

"But he was a man. You know I would never treat you that way." she honestly answers.

"Stop it or I will leave." I finally have to insist.

"Alright you win...again." She says as she snuggles closer and is soon fast asleep.

I listen to her breath and it calms me. It's hard to be calm these days. The Mages and the Templars always at it in Kirkwall and my lover is probably enemy number one.

I look around at her room. Several soft candles make her skin appear more golden than normal. Jeeeshhh...this room is bigger than my whole place. What I am doing her? I don't deserve this...well..yea I do!

I hear her servants Orana, Bodahn, and Sandal talking downstairs. I sometimes wonder if they listen to us in the bedroom. Orana always gives me the evil eye every time I see her but most Elves don't like me for some reason, other than Zevran that is! Why can't I fall asleep? I should be exhausted but I am full of energy. I wonder what she has to eat?

I slowly crawl out of bed and quietly put my clothes back on, weapons included. Right as I go to open the door she says, "Same time tomorrow?"

DAMN! Why can't I ever trick her?

"Sure lover..sure." I say as I return to kiss her on the forehead.

The first floor of her mansion is amazing. I feel so self-conscious as Orana glares at me while I eat some leftover chicken from our meal earlier. She didn't appreciate me opening another bottle of expensive wine either.

"Would you like a napkin perhaps?" Orana asks as I drink the wine straight from the bottle.

I wipe my mouth on my bare arm and reply, "Naw, I'm good." The look on her face is priceless! I laugh to myself.

Eventually I find myself in the cool night air. Freedom. It cools my nervousness from both Orana and Amber. Arrggg! Why did I have to fall in love?

Two pathetic thugs jump out from behind a corner in a poor attempt to attack me. My daggers are back in their sheathes before the thugs' heads hit the ground. Stupid amateurs.

I finally reach the Hanged Man Pub where my room is. I wonder if Varric is around. He is always good for a laugh.

The low hanging smoke and stench of stale beer is like exotic perfume to me, so different than the potpourri scented mansion. This is my Kirkwall home! Except for the open ocean there is no place I'd rather be...except...except curled up next to her. Why did I leave again?

I taka a place at the bar and make small talk with the barkeep. I don't see Varric perhaps he is already in his room. I think about going to mine but then I notice her.

Sitting alone in the shadows dressed in very expensive black armour she lurks. Whoever she is, she is way out of place here and she is pretending to not be observing me. This is trouble. I casually put my right hand on a hidden dagger. I keep relaxed I need her to make the first move.

Thirty minutes goes by and she is as still as a statue. She is doing the same thing I am. Now I am worried. She's good and she knows it. But I am Captain Isabela and this is MY place.

Slowly I turn to face her. I stare. She knows I know and her hand slowly goes to her sword but still unsheathed.

The space between us slowly empties and I quicker than lighting let loose a throwing dagger. She easily dodges it by rolling and landing on her feet, steely sword drawn. The pub starts to empty in a crush but no one dares come between us.

I pull my twin daggers out, they feel perfect in my hands. The only friends I have ever really counted on. This is going to be good!

She slowly steps closer. Who the hell is she?

"Hello sweetheart. You mind telling me why you are so eager to die?" I ask in full seduction mode.

She slowly smiles before answering, "We are all going to die sweetheart, though I highly doubt my death will be tonight you filthy whore."

Damn..sister's got issues but a surprisingly husky voice for such a slender woman. I wonder what she sounds like when she orgasms?

"That's nice and all love, but you still didn't answer my question." I purr out.

"Castilon" she grimly replies.

Ah shit. Not him again but we killed him ages ago. Then the pieces start to fall in place.

"Lover or daughter?" I ask.

"Wife." She replies.

"Ah...nothing personal darling but he tried to kill me and he was a slave runner. He brought upon himse..." before I can finish my sentence she charges and nearly catches me off guard. She is good!

I spin out of her path while simultaneously elbowing her in the kidney. Hearing her groan in pain makes me smile. Though I didn't appreciate her slicing my forearm as she went by. Just a scratch but Amber will be all up and in my business about leaving her place so late. Perfect.

Finally really serious, I spin and turn blocking her sword parry with one dagger while simultaneously running through her left thigh with my other. She stumbles in agony but manages to stay upright. Tough chicka.

"Look sister, I don't want to kill someone as talented as yourself so let's just stop and have a drink?" I sincerely ask.

I see her eyes tear up. She's hurting inside and out.

"You killed my husband. He was a great man." She bites back.

"And you seem like a great woman and there are so few of them in this world. Don't make me take you out... Please."

I see hesitance in her eyes. She's is considering it but her sword is still drawn. Goddess please let her take my offer.

She starts to move forward but stops and drops her sword to her side. She glares at me with venom before she speaks. "I'm so sorry but I hate you too much.."

Damn...I thought she was going to be different but as she charges me for the final time with a flick of my wrist her bowels find the floor and the pain finally leaves her eyes. As she fades out she mouths, "Thank you..."

I need a fucking drink.