Would You Hold it Against Me?
I love the whole concept of these characters interacting outside of the game's various missions.
Also, I was sized with the thought of how it would go down if Isabela was given some of her own medicine. All in good fun though.
You know that Bioware owns all characters and settings. But they dance to my tune this time!
"Well, what will it be Fenris?" Isabela purred salaciously. She had already taken off her scarf, necklace and a boot.
Fenris dropped the last gauntlet on the floor beside him. He seemed to smolder at her.
Isabela licked her lips suggestively, her eyes tracing the path of his lyrium markings. This was finally going to happen.
"Well, I'm out" Varric declared loudly, dropping his sash to the ground. His vest unfettered, was unable to contain his glorious chest hair any longer.
"Me too" chimed Merrill, taking off her tunic, leaving her in leggings and under shirt.
"Seems it's just us then, Isabela" Fenris said softly, his voice dipping to a lower register than usual.
"This is SO going to happen!" Isabela thought as that deep voice traveled down her spine like a feather.
Fenris adjusted in his seat, just enough that now his taut body was even more majestically displayed for her. The light glinted off his bronzed skin. He tossed his head back slightly; getting his hair momentarily out of his eyes…those deep, gorgeous, elven, green eyes Isabela would fantasize over sometimes. Those eyes that were locked onto her own. Isabela felt her breath falter for a moment.
"I raise you one more article of clothes Fenris" She said a little breathlessly as she dropped her other boot on the floor.
He broke eye contact with her, to glance at his own cards. Had it not been for the dim lighting and her tanned skin, her cheeks would have been burning.
"Sweet Maker! The way he's been playing tonight, he will HAVE to drop trou! This is it!" She leaned on the table, giving everyone an eyeful of her cleavage.
Merrill tittered. Varric feigned disinterest in the proceedings, still trying to (badly) maintain his poker face.
Fenris slowly opened his eyes at her and laid the most incredible hand of Wicked Grace on the table.
He had won.
Isabela nearly fell off her chair. She looked at her hand and saw she hadn't paid attention to her cards, she had…
"YOU WERE LOSING ON PURPOSE!" She cried out at the elf warrior who was, even now, putting his tunic on. "You were purposefully distracting me with your elven wiles! How DARE you!" She accused Fenris.
Fenris demurred and raised an eyebrow at her.
Varric and Merrill had started laughing at the outburst and seemed like they wouldn't stop.
Isabela turned to Varric, eyes blazing with fury. "You set him up to this! You made him divert my attention with his body! That is low, even for you Varric!" Isabela fumed.
Tears were streaming down Varric's face. Merrill was in no better state.
Fenris spoke up "Really, Isabela. This –"he gestured down at his body "-is all me". He finished dressing with a smirk.
Varric and Merrill howled with renewed laughter, clutching each other for support.
"Don't take it badly Isabela. When planning out a strategy, you must use your every advantage." Fenris said as he rose from the table. He bowed slightly at his friends and made towards the door.
Isabela was shocked; shocked and appalled she had fallen for her own tricks.
"Besides, then we couldn't play your favorite guessing game, now could we Isabela?" He tossed over his shoulder as he left Varric's apartments. Fenris winked at her as he stepped out the door.
Isabela was beyond frustrated, but that last bit had renewed her spirits some. She promised herself that she would indeed know the color of the damned elf's underwear some day!
"Well played elf, well played" she muttered.