A/N: Updated every Thursday.
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Someone else was to blame for this, Varric thought as his hands fumbled with buckles and ties. Breath, thick with alcohol mingled between them as they stumbled up the stairs of the blacksmith's building. The heat from the forges becoming all too stifling as he and a certain Seeker reached the top and backed up towards her bedroll. His blood was rushing in his ears and he couldn't hear their drunken moans against each other. For some reason, that just seemed to make it all the more desperate.
Sparkler. It had to be his fault. The teasing and prodding. Had it been a bet of some sort during their game of Wicked Grace? That and too much to drink after they had returned from the Hinterlands after that mess with Bianca. His thoughts were cut off suddenly as Cassandra nipped painfully at his ear, but it seemed to only fuel his lust further as they fell onto her bedroll.
Normally, he would have made some joke, some observation about Nevarran royalty sleeping on the ground, but he couldn't be bothered with that. There was only her and her warm flesh and nothing seemed like a better idea than stripping her of her remaining clothes and having his way with her. Something in the back of his drunken mind hissed at him that he was going to regret this come morning, but he pushed it away. There was something primal about the way they went after each other. It was as if their verbal spats, albeit less heated now than they had been, had manifested in physical form and they were trying to outdo the other. Still, he couldn't resist a little jibe, "No silken sheets?"
Cassandra gave a small snort of disapproval, but was far too intoxicated to give a proper quip back. Maker, how had she ended up here? And with Varric of all people. She knew she'd had far too much to drink; Bull had goaded them all into consuming more than they could handle. Hazy bits of memory swam in her mind of the card game, Dorian teasing Varric about being interested in her despite her being right there, Cullen walking out before he ended up losing his clothing again, Josephine feigning surprise at winning hand after hand. But the walk back to her room, how she and Varric ended up here, she couldn't remember.
It didn't matter now. The only thing that mattered, the only thing that existed, was him. She crushed her lips to his as she moaned low in her throat. He tasted sweet, the alcohol heavy on his tongue. She struggled to get her fingers to cooperate as she unfastened the buttons on his shirt. She broke the kiss with a gasp as she felt his hardened length press up against her, setting her core on fire. Andraste help her, she wanted him. "More," she breathed and tilted her head to suck at his neck, finally able to push his shirt down his shoulders and cast it aside.
He was on fire as she kissed at him, her touch sending nothing but pleasant, heated tingles down his spine and straight into his cock. More seemed like a fantastic idea and he slid his hands along her hips, moving to lift her armor off of her and her shirt soon followed. In a clumsy move, he rolled them over so he was on top of her and he retaliated, kissing her neck, determined to suck a hickey to life. His drunken mind was laughing, thinking of how embarrassed she would be trying to cover it up tomorrow.
His hands ghosted over her flesh, releasing the binding on her breasts and he kissed his way down her throat before he latched onto a pert nipple. His fingers cupped and pinched at her neglected breast. Maker help him, but she had nice tits, he thought as he moaned against her, determined to get her to make some noise other than that disapproving grunt. If her heated gasps and moans were anything to go by, he was on the right track. He wished he could think clearly, but his mind was all of a drunken haze and the only thing he could think of was more. He had to have more of her.
Cassandra cried out as his hot mouth covered her sensitive flesh, his tongue swirling and teasing her. Her hand slid into his hair, pulling it as she pressed his face harder against her breast. The stubble on his face scratched at her skin, only adding to the sensations. She squirmed beneath him, her body hungry for his, wanting nothing between them. Her free hand skimmed down his chest, raking her nails through the hair there, to the sash around his waist. Her fingers fumbled again and she gave a cry of frustration. Her breath caught in her throat as Varric pinched her nipple, making her hips jerk and buck up against his. "Damn this thing," she growled before she finally managed to work it loose.
Her face felt hot and she wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or her current position. Oh to hell with it all. Her fingers skimmed the waist of his pants before she slid her hand into them, curling her fingers around the impressive girth she found there. A small smirk pulled at her lips at the sound Varric made, but faltered the next moment when he sucked harder at her breast and she let her head fall back with a cry of passion.
Varric felt his length twitch in her grasp and he could practically feel her drunken smirk as she gripped him. "Two can play at that game, Seeker," he drunkenly slurred against her and he abandoned her breast in favor of trailing his hand down to her pants, slipping a hand inside past the loosened ties. He moaned against her as he felt how wet she was as he passed his middle finger over her slit. Before he could think better of it, he pushed inside of her, loving the way her body bucked up against him.
He paused a moment to pull back and he quickly wrestled his pants off, stumbling only a little with they got caught on his ankles because he was still wearing his boots. It was the alcohol talking when he looked back at her, bare breasted, looking thoroughly debauched. He reached down and tugged her pants free before he moved down between her legs. "If only the Chantry could see you now," he murmured, pressing his thumb to her clit firmly. He briefly thought of how this must have happened in every trashy romance novel he could think of. His own, particularly.
"Hush!" Cassandra managed to scold just before stars popped in her vision. The Chantry was the last thing she wanted to think of. But the way Varric touched her made her forget it in an instant. Her back arched off the floor and she clawed at the sheets as hot tremors shot through her. She reached for him again, gripping his length firmly in her fist. It was hot in her hand, and she smirked again as she began to stroke it, determined to one up him. A whine escaped her as he moved his thumb over her clit and she stroked him faster, twisting her wrist. Yes, two could play at this game.
Somehow the pleasure seemed all the more sweeter in his haze, the way the infallible Seeker could be made to give into lust, to bring her down. Part of him relished in it, that he was doing this to her. Her hands shouldn't have felt so good on him though and he could feel his own pleasure growing as she stroked him. Half of him didn't think this was real. It felt as if he were watching from a distance, his head swimming in a way that made him falter for a moment. He shook himself and reached down between them. "Ah ah, Seeker. You're going to reach the climax prematurely if you keep that up. What happened to all that self-taught discipline?"
Cassandra huffed in frustration again. "Can you not stop talking for one minute?" She knew she should stop, should tell him to stop, but she couldn't make herself say it. She wanted this. She needed it. With everything else going on, she needed just one night to escape from it all. She released her grip on him and moved suddenly to yank him down on top of her again. She clawed at his back as she spread her legs wider and pressed up against him. Oh, the feel of his warm body, his hard muscles against her made her want him all the more. "Please," she begged, her mind still dizzy from alcohol. "Do it… ngh… before I come to my senses."
"Andraste's tits, Seeker," Varric breathed out, feeling his length sliding along her wet lips. He couldn't agree with her more. He leaned back, grasping himself before he pressed against her, sliding his tip against her entrance a moment before he pushed forward. He watched, his mind foggy as he slid inside of her. Her body cradled him in a tight grip as he seated himself inside of her. "Damn, you are tight," he breathed and leaned over her, his face pressed against her breasts as he experimentally rocked his hips, making sure he wasn't going to fall over or some shit like that. Gods, why did he drink so much?
As he thrust into her, those thoughts easily fled from his mind and all he could focus on was the silken heat that was the Seeker's body. The obscene sounds of their sweat slicked skin and arousals slapping together became almost rhythmic. It was hard to keep a steady pace with his mind racing.
For a moment, Cassandra felt like she couldn't breathe. His length was thick and impossibly hard as it slid into her, stretching her body in a deliciously aching way. Her eyes teared and rolled in her head as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. "Oh Maker," she gasped as she curled her arms around him, her nails digging into his back. She threw her long legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her body as her walls clenched around him. It was as if she couldn't form a single coherent thought as she lost herself in the pleasure. "Harder!" she demanded, clinging to him, desperate already to reach her climax.
Stars burst in front of his eyes as she clenched around him. Her entire body seemed to draw him in. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he couldn't pull out as far as he would have liked, so he settled for pushing deeper into her and rocking his hips against hers in sharp thrusts. His hair came loose from its tie and fell around his face as he looked down at her.
When he was with Bianca, he never really noticed much of a height difference, but this. This was an entirely different matter and the last thing he wanted on his mind was the woman who had betrayed him, lied to his face. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him. He and the Seeker were better, but that still didn't change the fact he had also lied to her about Hawke. His head was starting to hurt and he gave up all of his coherent thoughts in favor of seeing how loud he could make the woman beneath him scream out her pleasures for Andraste to hear herself. Something about that thought spurred him on and he gasped out, his pleasure climbing.
Cassandra cried out as he drove himself deeper into her wet core, pressing against all the sensitive spots within her body. She met his eyes and her mouth went dry, her heart hammered in her chest. There was something appealing about the way his hair fell down and stuck out at odd angles around his face. She pulled her hand from his back and cupped his stubbled cheek, tracing his heavy jaw as if memorizing his face for a moment. Her hand fell away the next moment to claw at the sheets as he gave a powerful thrust, making her scream out in pleasure.
Varric leaned down, nibbling at her collarbone, moaning against her as she squeezed him harshly. Maker's balls, was there any muscle in her body that she didn't train? He leaned back, slipping a hand between them so he could stroke at her clit as he continued to thrust into her. His own climax was fast approaching, but he was a gentleman and wasn't about to leave her wanting. "Come for me, Seeker. Let Skyhold hear you," he breathed out.
She lost all composure then, giving in to the pleasure he gave, and she screamed out again as her body went rigid. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy raced through her veins, setting her entire body on fire until she finally collapsed beneath him. Her chest rose and fell heavily with every breath. She set her face determinedly and planted her feet on the bedroll, lifting her hips to him, opening her body even more. She wanted to watch him come undone, to know she could bring him just as much pleasure as he gave her. She squeezed around him again, as tightly as she could, and growled out, "Let them hear you."
"Shit!" he cried out as she squeezed him, his eyes were tracing over her form. Her skin was shimmering in the soft glow left from the forges below and the way her breasts bounced as he thrust into her was mesmerizing. He grasped her hips tightly, probably enough to leave a few bruises in the morning, but at that moment he couldn't have cared less. His balls were pulled tightly up against him and he was teetering on that edge as he thrust into her sharply once, twice more before he tilted his head back as he came deeply inside of her. He held her securely to him, letting her body milk every last drop from him before he fell forward. The high of the orgasm and the alcohol made him sluggish and unbelievably content for the moment. "Fuck, Seeker," he slurred.
Cassandra whined as she let her hips drop back to the floor, his length slipping from her body. She relished in the feel of his hot seed within her and she gave a long, contented sigh as she relaxed back on the bedroll. Her vision was blurry, her head swimming pleasantly, and she gave him a sleepy smile. "Impressive, dwarf," she said as her breathing evened out. Oh, curse that alcohol. The room seemed to spin now and she felt incredibly sleepy. Her hand went to her face, rubbing at her eyes, trying to clear her vision, but it was hopeless. "Never let me drink this much ever again," she moaned.
Varric groaned as he moved off of her, rolling to her side as he lifted his own arm to drape over his eyes. He shivered as the cooler air wrapped around him and he fumbled around until he grasped Cassandra's blankets, pulling them up around their shoulders. He snorted, "As if you would let me stop you from doing anything. We both know you would throw something at me, one of my books with a knife stuck in it, and continue on your merry way. Besides, how is this my fault?"
"You were the one who sssuggested that we play that ridiculous card game," she slurred. Her eyes drooped and she blinked harshly, trying to keep herself awake. She rolled and let her arm flop across his chest. "It is all your fault. Everything is always your fault."
He snorted, his drunkenness taking away the hurtful bite of his words, "Yes, of course Seeker. I would hate to disappoint you by doing something right for once." He quickly shut his mouth to try to mask the hiccup that worked its way out. Gods, he was going to be feeling this one in the morning.
"Shhhhhh," she hushed him, slapping weakly at his chest. She meant to retort, but the words died on her lips as her eyes slid shut and instead a long snore escaped her.