Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Bioware and EA.
Just a shout-out to my beta - Thank you! For beta'ing this chapter and the next one.
Reasons for calling this an AU is... Well, because some may be butthurt over my choice of change; Dorian will be bi.
So, for heavens sake (and mine) stop reading right now and click the return button if you don't like it. I am not forcing people to read my story. It's not canon, everyone knows that, I know that.
To those who are still with me so far, welcome and I hope you enjoy this fanfic which turned out as nothing more than a smutty two-shot :)
The first time she'd met Dorian Pavus was when he came to Haven, blasting at the wooden gate. The time to speak was short but already then she knew that he was a smug bastard. His arrogance was clear in the way he spoke and carried himself. Damn Vint, she thought. Although him risking his own life to warn them about the attack was heroic. Selfless. Perhaps he wasn't so bad.
She regretted that thought when they'd finally had time to speak. Dorian was a master at getting under her skin, much more than others. He relished in his advantage, his ability to make her irritated with just a look, the way he would just incline his head towards her, greeting her and all she would do was scowl because he always wore a smug grin every time she saw him.
As the Inquisition settled in Skyhold, she found herself spending almost all of her downtime in the tower, specifically the library. One of her favourite ways to pass time was reading, so it made sense she would be there often.
Dorian would look over her shoulder, poking to her, asking about anything and everything. At one point, she was reading peacefully with no Dorian around whatsoever. Or so she'd thought. The door slammed open and in stepped the pestering mage, already having spotted her, the second he stepped in the library, a smile speading on his lips as he walked over to her table. Not many minutes passed and she almost hurled him over that wooden railing that was meant to keep people on the right side.
However, as she learned to be patient with the mage, her feelings towards him changed quickly. Instead of reading books, she talked with him, sometimes way into the night. The more she got to know Dorian, the more she realized that she liked him; he was smart, charming, funny, brave and an excellent mage, still a smug bastard though, but she even began to like that side of him too.
Feeling bold one day, she threw a suggestive remark at him, and to her surprise he responded with his own. Since then, their playful and flirty banter was now one of her favourite things to pass time with.
Their friendship had taken a drastic turn when Mother Giselle revealed a letter from Dorian's father. She still couldn't believe that the priestess had had the gall to ask that it be kept hidden from him.
She knew that Dorian's relationship with his family was strained, but she also thought that perhaps this could improve things. When she'd shown him the letter, to say he threw a fit was an understatement. He was furious and confused, although thankful that she'd informed him.
The two of them decided to travel to the Gull and Lantern to confront his father. Everything seemed to be okay until Dorian threw his biggest secret onto the table - He was gay. While she didn't have anything against it, she was still somewhat disappointed. After his admission, she'd convinced him to stay and talk things over with his father.
She'd avoided him for a few days after that, needing time to accept her feelings about the whole situation. Dorian had, quite tactfully, broken down her walls and wormed his way into her heart. However, these feelings were still confusing to her, not knowing whether it was simple attraction or something more.
The library was empty when she had gone to him. As they talked things through, she pointed out that he'd led her on, making her believe that there had been a chance of something more than friendship between them. He had apologized, seeming almost afraid of losing her friendship. That's when she decided to bury her feelings for him, whatever said feelings were, deep down, away and hidden from him. She would rather have him by her side as a friend than him not being there at all.
It all seemed to calm down after that. They fell into their usual routine... until the rumours began. Mother Giselle was, not surprisingly, the first one to point it out. These rumours apparently said that Dorian was seducing the Inquisitor into doing what he wanted. That they were lovers. That he'd left his family for her.
None of it were true, of course.
Her feelings had been neatly put away - they flared up once more when Dorian had defended both of them, demanding names of those who had said such things, saying that if she believed them to be true, that she might as well leave because it showed how little she knew the Inquisitor, clearly ignoring how much good Kat had done in the past months. Then he threw the closing line at the priestess.
"I'd rather have rumours of being involved with her than some random tramp. Maker knows there is plenty of those."
Now he had her confused. Was he implying something or was it just a means to calm down the rumors?
She didn't want to know.
"You're frowning. Keep at it and you'll begin to look older than you already are." His voice startled her a little, being so far gone in her mind. Her eyes glanced over at him, sitting in his chair. They were in the library, as always, Dorian sitting in the chair and her placed on the floor.
"Something you want to share perhaps? Lately you've been frowning quite a bit. It's not pretty." he lifted a leg over the other, leaning back in the chair, waiting for her response.
"It's nothing, really. I'm-"
"Fine. You say that every damn time I ask you..." He shook his head, a sigh escaping him. "Kat, for Maker's sake, talk to me."
She lowered her green eyes to the floor, not wanting to look into his piercing ones as she spoke "I- I guess I'm just feeling lost. After Halamshiral... I don't know, Dorian." She stretched out her legs, wincing as her knees cracked. "I'm fine, trust me."
"I hate it when you lie. Have I ever told you suck at it?" he asked.
"Multiple times, I'm afraid."
"Then start talking."
"You're persistent."
"When it concerns you, dear, always."
She felt a smile spread, a quiet chuckle escaping from her "There are things you don't want to know." Kat knew he was glaring at her. Before he could say anything, she stood up and went to the small window, looking out over the moon-lit mountains. "I never thanked you for the dance, by the way," she whispered.
He raised a brow. "No problem, but you're not going to change the subject," he scoffed.
Her shoulders felt tense, a small feeling of irritation bubbling up. "I don't want to talk about it, Dorian. Leave it."
"Something happened at the Winter Palace..." he trailed off, his eyes boring into her back. "Didn't it?"
Kat glanced over her shoulder, their eyes meeting briefly "Both yes and no. Leave it be."
Dorian felt annoyance brewing at her stubbornness. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?"
"I do... Asshole."
"Tsk, tsk. Now she's swearing."
Kat was thankful that he didn't press the subject further, the nervous knot in her stomach slowly untangling itself. She could hear him stand up from the chair, going to stand beside her, his eyes out on the horizon. He was breathing deeply, seeming a little anxious. She studied him as he stared out the window.
"Remember when that noble woman threatened to have you killed for being my lover?" The sudden question threw her off, her breath getting caught in her throat.
"Nobles do love their rumours," she piped out, her voice weak from the dryness of her throat. The memory of the woman entered her mind - it had been after their dance when they'd stumbled upon her, the elderly woman glaring at Dorian, calling him Vint scum and Kat a traitor and she should have the Inquisitor hanged for treason.
"They sure do." he said slowly as he pinched his nose. "It is getting tiresome and annoying and I would be glad if they'd just keep their mouths quiet."
Ouch. The way he sounded... Irritated, bothered and just plain tired of being associated with her in that way - to say that that didn't hurt would be a lie. A very big one. She felt the sting of tears behind her eyes, the lump in her throat making it hard for her breathe. Kat clenched her hands into her shirt, biting her lip.
"If it's such a big problem for you, then..." she took a deep breath, noticing how her voice cracked, "I'll-... ask Leliana or Josephine to silence them."
Dorian's eyes snapped to her the instant she said it. He stared at her but she couldn't stand it, so she lowered her eyes and turned around.
"Why are you suddenly so-" he was cut off quickly by her quick turn to face him startling him. "Hurt? Frustrated?" she snapped at him.
He opened his mouth to say something but again she interrupted him. "You want to know what's been on my mind?" She was getting angry, angry at him for having let her believe something that wasn't true and would never happen, angry at herself for letting him in, angry at the whole situation and angry at being so frustrated all the time!
"Kat, what-!" She was quick, her small hands grabbing his shoulders, forcefully pushing him back against the wall. Kat stared into his surprised eyes, before her gaze drifted down to his lips and she halted for a second.
Her lips brushed his softly and Dorian froze in the spot, his eyes widening. Kat slid her hands down to his chest, her hands fisting into his shirt. Kat put more pressure into the kiss, feeling his resistance. She knew it was wrong but there was no going back now. Her eyes were closed, her mind solely concentrating on the feelings the kiss gave her. If it's the only time I get to do this, then so be it.
To her utmost surprise, his hands slowly raised, sliding up her neck, cupping her face. The he pushed back into the kiss, his lips moving against hers slowly. Dorian pushed himself off the wall and spun her around so Kat was trapped between him and the wall. Her mind was spinning from the movement, her lungs slowly beginning to burn from lack of air.
She leaned back, removing her lips from his. They were both breathing heavily, their chests rubbing against each other. She searched his eyes for any sign of emotion but found none other than surprise.
"Why did you do that?" he asked her breathlessly.
"You know why, Dorian. Don't pretend not to..." she trailed off as he leaned in, his breath whisking past her ear.
"You tell me, Kat." he said.
Her nervousness washed over her like cold water "I-I can't tell you exactly what it is I'm feeling. I don't even know."
Dorian straightened and looked down at the woman in his arms. Kat was beautiful, even he couldn't deny it. With her green eyes, the intense colour of grass in the spring, her high cheekbones, so perfectly sculptured, and her long black hair, with its curling tips. His eyes stared at her plump lips, reddened from the kiss.
"This is wrong..." he trailed off, his mind telling him something else. She looks so alluring right now. It's... tempting.
He felt a jolt of warmth when she bit her lip. He could feel her dainty hands clench and unclench his shirt. His thumb glided over her bottom lip, stopping her from biting it. "Stop." he could barely get the word out.
Kat opened her mouth to say something but his lips engulfed hers as before. He felt her arms around his neck, pulling his body against hers. The kiss heated up as her tongue met his, mingling together, battling for dominance.
Dorian moved his arm and placed it around her midsection, lifting her up slightly. Kat moaned into the kiss as she was pressed against the cold wall. Dorian released her lips, travelling down her neck, nipping and licking the soft skin as Kat sighed appreciatively in pleasure. Her arms wrapped around his head, pulling it closer to her, her hands gliding through his hair. She gasped in surprise when he lifted her up by grabbing her thighs, settling her legs around his hips.
"Uh..." she gulped as she felt something against her center. Dorian stopped his attack on her neck, glancing up at her with dark eyes, his pupils dilated "You expected something else?" he asked.
Kat shook her head "It's just that-" He grabbed her behind, making her yelp, and pressed her body against him, taking in the sight of her eyes rolling back in pleasure and the way she bit her lip.
"It's been some time since I've been with a woman..."
"How long?"
"Years. It's not something I think about much."
"And yet you say-"
Kat gasped as he kissed her briefly, his dark eyes filled with desire and her own needquickly rose to higher levels as they locked eyes.
"As I was saying, it may have been years but I do remember some things," he said, his voice sounding both smug and unsure. Kat nodded slowly, a smile playing at her lips. He smiled back slightly and she leaned in, kissing him on the side of his mouth. Her hands left their spot in his hair, travelling down to his shirt, finding the buttons easily.
"You need help?" he asked impishly, as her hands fumbled with his buttons. She groaned in impatience, removing her hands, letting him do the work. He removed the shirt, throwing it into the chair he sat at before.
Kat studied his chest, a burning sensation throbbing between her legs. She wet her lips, saying, "You're so..."
"Handsome? Sexy?"
"Arrogant."
"You like it."
"Never said I didn't."
His fingers sought out top button of her blouse, but her hand stopped him. "Dorian... If it's not what you-..." He tilted his head, his other hand taking a hold of her chin, making her look at him.
"Don't make me more confused than I already am, Kat. So shut up," he said, is words quick and painless. She nodded slowly and removed her hand, and his fingers let go of her chin and began to unbutton her blouse. Kat felt her face heat up as he pulled the blouse apart, revealing her chest to his hungry eyes. The cold air hit her and her nipples hardened into sharp points. Dorian raised a brow at the reaction.
"Stop staring at them," she mumbled.
He used a hand to cup a breast, feeling the weight of it in his palm, surprised at how soft it was. His thumb rolled over her nipple and Kat gasped loudly. He glanced at her before leaning down and sucking it into his mouth.
Her arms pulled at his head, pressing him into her chest, soft gasps escaping her as he attacked her breasts. Her legs tightened around him, in doing so bringing them close together, creating a friction that had them both groan in pleasure.
While his mouth were attacking her chest, his fingers snaked down her flat stomach, feeling small goosebumps forming at his feather light touch.
"Maker..." he huffed impatiently as he brushed his fingers against her pants. He was growing anxious, feeling his member getting harder and harder by the minute. His fingers swiftly found a way to open her pants and he slid his hand down between her legs.
Dorian groaned as he found her center, the wetness surprising him a little. He searched with his fingers, trying to find that so-called pleasure spot in her outer folds he'd heard so much about.
Kat moaned deeply, making him realize that he'd found it. He pressed his index finger against it and her hips bucked against his, trapping his hand between them. He moved his fingers through her slick folds, making her squeal and thrash against him.
Kat was breathing heavily. "It's more fun if we remove the clothing..." she said, trailing off as he pulled out his hand, studying the juicy substans on his fingers. She raised an elegant brow, chuckling as he looked perplexed. "It's not poisonous."
"I know but I'm surprised at how... wet it was."
Kat scoffed, "It's perfectly normal, idiot. Now take off your clothes."
Dorian let go of her slowly, savouring the feeling of her thighs tightening around him just before sliding down. He smirked when he heard a strangled moan from her as she slid over the bulge in his pants.
He was the first to remove his clothing and Kat had a hard time keeping her hands to herself, staring at the perfectly-sculpted body before her. Her hungry eyes travelled down over his chest and then she saw that.
Oh, he's well gifted, alright, she thought as her mouth dried up, feeling her body move on its own, her hands pulling down her pants and undergarment.
Kat straightened her back, the familiar wave of uncertainty washing over her. That feeling only worsened when Dorian stared at her body, obviously taking in the view. She covered her private parts with her arms, hearing a disapproving grunt from him.
"Now don't be such a tease, dear." He pulled her arms away, backing her against the wall. Kat gasped as her bare back hit the cold stone. Her gasp was cut short as his lips attacked hers with renewed intent. Dorian trapped her hands over her head, his other hand sliding over her naked hips, down to her rounded bottom. His touch created a fiery path and her moans were interrupted by the kiss.
She wanted to touch him so badly, slightly irritated by the way he kept her arms above her head. She pushed out from the wall, her naked chest pressing against his, closing small gap between them.
Dorian suddenly let go of her arms, their heated kiss ended. Their ragged breaths mingled, chests rubbing against each other.
Her hands slid up his strong, muscled arms, noting on how soft his skin was. She opened her mouth to say something but shut it again, not wanting her rambling mouth to ruin it.
"Can we move onto more primal things before I fall asleep?" he asked, his voice rough, impatience clear in the tones he used. Kat slowly nodded, allowing him to pick her up.
This is actually happening... She closed her eyes as she felt him line up against her entrance. Dorian groaned as the tip touched her center, wetness sliding down his member.
Kat felt him slide inside her smoothly and she thanked the Maker she wasn't a virgin. It would have hurt, the way his member stretched her out. Her muscles rippled and danced around the intrusion, making him gasp in pleasure.
Her nails dug into the skin of his back, moaning as she rolled her hips and he slid in deeper.
She cried out as he pulled out, only to push back in slowly, testing the waters. He did it again and again, until all the empty places were gone. Kat grabbed his neck, pulling him to her and kissing him roughly. The stone against her back was rubbing against her with every stroke and sheclawed at his shoulders and back, creating thin red marks. He hissed as the kiss ended, backing up against the chair. The back of his knees hit the edge and he fell into the chair, her weight settling on top of him.
Her eyes widened at the new position, his member hitting her at a new angle. Neither of them moved for a moment, the only sound was their mixed breathing.
She rolled her hips, noticing how his eyes rolled into the back of his head, a strangled moan on his lips. She felt empowered, guiding his hands to her hips, placing them how she wanted them.
Thankfully, Dorian was a quick learner and soon he guided her gyrating hips. He opened his eyes, taking in the sight of her bouncing on top of him. Her hair was dishevelled, tiny beads of sweat on her forehead, green eyes closed in concentration and mouth agape as the sounds of pleasure escaped her. Suddenly she twisted her hips, clenching his member so tightly that he forgot how to breath for a second. His hand on her hip clenched so hard it would bruise later on.
Knowing he was nearing his end, he took his other hand and placed it between their bodies. He quickly found the bud he had discovered before and pressed a thumb against it, throwing off her pace as her hips bucked against him. He put more pressure on the sensitive bundle and heard Kat's breath catch in her throat.
His name escaped her lips like a prayer as she fell over the edge. Dorian was glad that there was no one else in the tower, her strangled scream would've caused quite the ruckus.
Kat hugged his body to her, his lips inviting hers into a hard kiss. She rolled her hips again and again, keeping his mouth trapped. Then his back stiffened, his eyes widened and his hands sought out her hips, grasping onto her so he wouldn't lose himself.
After a moment, his hold slackened and his back relaxed. She softened the kiss, her dainty hands cupping his face. His arms slid up her back, pressing her against him.
A heavy sigh escaped him as the kiss ended. He slowly opened his eyes, meeting the satisfied smile that she wore. He grinned back at her.
"I don't know what to say, Dorian," she said softly.
"Perhaps none of us should say anything until we're finished."
"But we just-"
Dorian shook his head "As far as I'm concerned, we're nowhere near finished." he kissed her briefly.
"I-" she piped out as the kiss ended but he cut her off with another quick peck.
"Get dressed and fast. I'm getting impatient."
Morning came, the sun's rays washing over Skyhold. The birds were chirping outside her windows and Kat groaned in displeasure. She yawned and rolled to her other side, a pleased smile on her lips.
She'd had the most surprising dream last night. Also the dirtiest. A small chuckle rose as she clearly recalled the dream. He'd taken her so many times, she had lost count.
Her arm stretched out to the other side of her bed but when he fingers touched skin she jolted awake. She stared at the naked back of Dorian and now that she actually noticed it, every movement hurt down there.
Dorian sighed deeply in his waking, rolling onto his back. Kat was frozen in place as he stretched out his arms, yawning as he did so. He opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling, until his face turned to the side and he met her green eyes.
"I hate waking up early." He sounded like he always did. Casual, like nothing had happened. Kat was almost panicking. He was in her bed, for Maker's sake! And naked too, by the look of it.
"I-... We-" She stopped talking. She had no words for this. Dorian raised a brow at her croaking words "You're babbling." he pointed out.
"Did we-?"
"I lost count, dear. But I believe we may have created a new record."
"Oh Maker.." she said, her voice muffled as she rolled onto her stomach, hiding her face in her hands. Dorian moved over to her side of the bed and his legs touched hers briefly,under the same blanket. Kat was never so slow to notice things but this time she was absolutely lost.
He put his hand on her lower back, leaning his head on his arm. "Why are you so upset?" he asked, his hand sliding further up her back.
"You hate me. I would hate me. I mean, I practically threw myself at you... Maker, I'm so sorry."
He gave her a half-smile "You did throw yourself at me, but if I recall correctly, I didn't protest." She peeked at him beneath her hair as he continued, "And I could never hate you, Kat." He removed his hand from her back, moving to brush some of her hair to the side so he could see her. "I'm not sorry. Surprised and confused yes, but I am not sorry."
His words comforted her and he let his hand cup her cheek. "What happens now then?" she asked him.
He shrugged. "That I don't know. Perhaps I should tell Iron Bull about this." Kat nodded but as she processed the words she jolted up from the bed.
"Why would you tell Bull...?"
"He and I are kind of sleeping together," he said nonchalantly, "It's nothing serious." His words did nothing to calm the rising storm. Kat glared at him, getting even angrier as he looked confused when she left the bed, not caring about her naked body.
"And you're telling me this now?!" she hissed at him, balling her hands into fists, the desire to beat the living shit out of him getting stronger as she stared at his carefree expression. "I can't believe you kept this from me! How the fuck am I supposed to look Bull in the eye now? Maker, I feel horrible." she turned around, hugging her arms around herself.
Kat didn't notice how Dorian trailed his eyes down her body, appreciation shining in their depths. "I seriously want to beat the shit out of you, Dorian," she warned him. "I think you should leave."
"Such language for a lady, Trevelyan," he said sarcastically and Kat had to bite her cheek to restrain herself from yelling at him as he continued, "but I don't think it would be wise of me to leave you at the moment."
"Get out!" she yelled, whipping around only to meet his chest. She stared at the naked skin, her ire growing even stronger. She was about to shove him away but Dorian caught her tiny hands in his.
"Listen to me, woman. I said it's nothing serious." She glared at him but it didn't seem so threatening as tears welled up in her eyes as well. Dorian felt a pang of guilt shoot through him, "He won't mind. You are throwing a fit for no reason."
"No reason?!" she bit out, "Do you hear the bullshit you're saying?"
"No, I do not. Cause it's not." He lowered her arms slowly, looking her dead in the eye. "Bull has told me of.. some interesting things his people do."
"What?" she hissed out.
"I quote 'It's not uncommon for three people to sleep together'... It's their kind of way of de-stressing. It sounds quite fun." he explained.
Kat's eyes widened as she caught the meaning of his words "You're suggesting-" Dorian nodded, a small grin spreading "Bull has expressed his desires to me. At the time I didn't know I was... Into women also." Jealousy washed over her at the mention of other women. Dorian noticed this and he pecked her mouth with his lips. "Well, I'm into you."
"This is..." Kat shook her head, "Crazy. That you even suggest it is.."
"Maker forbid the Inquisitor having a little bit of fun." she chuckled at his comment.
"But he's so... big!" she gasped, the pain she could imagine made her squirm, "I don't know..."
Dorian let go of her hands and pulled her to his chest. "Oh, he's.. Well, big. But with enough time, I think it'll be easy." She looked away, her eyes staring into the distance.
He leaned down and placed small kisses on her neck, saying, "Think about it, dear," before lifting her up in his arms, her legs automatically winding around his hips.
"But think about it later. I'm not quite finished with you yet."
Eh. It is PWP. I know. There may have been some OOC in there as well but..
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