(As a warning this is all in my head between my own Inquisitor and Champion of Kirkwall. I will try to loosely base the story on things in game however for obvious reasons the characters and most of their interacts are all from my own head. Enjoy)
Natesha Trevalyan groaned and placed her forehead against the banister of the balcony that over looked the mountains behind Skyhold. Her meeting of the Champion of Kirkwall proved she was completely unused to dealing with people outside of a Circle. Sarcastic and smart assed she barely got through the meeting without wanting to kick herself a few dozen times, though she hoped she had managed to not seem too much a fool when she asked him about his time since the Mage Rebellion and his family. Luckily Seris Hawke seemed to go with the flow of sarcasm she couldn't seem to stop, even chuckling a few times at her very badly timed jokes. She heard the door that led to the hall to her room close and lifted her head, not wanting to seem overly affected by what had happened. "Varric if that's you to come pick on me for how I acted around Ser Hawke I swear upon everything I will hurt you."
"I thought you were quite charming actually." Came the deep rumbling tone of Seris, his voice causing a gasp to leave Natesha as she spun around to see the very tall male standing in the doorway leading back into her quarters, his lanky form resting against one of the wooden frames as a cocky grin crossed his lips. Raven's wing black hair brushed across his forehead as a small breeze kicked up, his blue green eyes looking up with a small amount of exasperation at his hair before a hand encased in the clawed gauntlet of the Champion lifted and flicked the offending lock away. His eyes rested again on her face, her eyes glued to his face even as she felt blood rushing to her pale cheeks. "And to be quite honest there is a much higher chance of him picking on me for fawning over you than there is of him teasing you."
She snorted at his comment and turned from him, cursing her burning cheeks mentally. Her mother had warned her, as did her mentor in the Circle, that her pale skin coupled with her red hair would lead to any embarrassment showing on her face. Now she wished she had asked for outside privileges more so she could have gained some color to hide her blushes, knowing her cheeks had to be a bright red by now. "Fawning were you? I must have missed it over all of my bad jokes."
She heard his boots against the ground and startled only slightly when he leaned on the banister on her right side, close enough to touch him without needing to reach too far. In the angle they were in she could see that the hair on his left side was shaved under the long locks, giving him an even more roguish look than the armor he wore. He glanced up to her, a small wry smile on his lips, the smile causing her to duck her head and hide her face with her blood red locks.
"Oh I was definitely fawning over you. Did it more once you left. I even tried to get Varric to tell me if you had anyone special in your life. That... that had him showing he considers you as much of a friend of a sort as he considers me. I don't think I have ever heard Varric threaten me before. So I thank you for the new experience, my lady." Seris said, his tone joking even as he twisted so his body weight rested on one elbow. His words had her looking to him with a small confused frown on her face, one that quickly turned into confused laughter. "Varric? Threatened you? I don't believe it. He thinks the world of you."
"Oh he definitely did threaten. And apparently Sister Leliana even has people spying on newcomers because when I entered the main hall, to find you of course, she was waiting for me. She wanted confirmation for the same thing. When I told her it was true she shook her head and walked away laughing, probably as surprised as you and I."
"I wouldn't be surprised to find out all the crows in Skyhold have some mental connection to Leliana honestly. They are everywhere and she always knows when something has happened. Even if it had just happened."
That comment earned her a full laugh, the sound loud and boisterous as the man himself. Slowly, Seris stood straight and stepped a little closer the female mage, causing them to be only inches apart. "The crows huh? Knowing the Nightingale you are probably not far off. However I did not risk getting hurt by Varric, or the rumors the knights will have once they learn I was up here, to speak of her. I want to know you Madame Trevelyan."
Netasha shivered as his voice lowered, the sounds of the words coming out more intimate than any touch she had received. She lifted her head, her lyrium blue eyes meeting his ocean colored ones, trying to show a confidence she did not feel at the moment. Her tongue slipped between her lips to dampen her suddenly dry lips, her breath catching in her throat as she watched his eyes drop to her lips, the gaze intense even when their eyes met again. "Y-you wish to know me? Ser Hawke what ever do you mean?"
His lips lift in a teasing smile as he lowers his head till their faces are only a breath apart, his hands moving to clasp behind his back. Her tongue slides between her lips again, the movement catching his smoldering gaze as he seemed to think of exactly how he would say the thoughts running through his mind. Natesha felt frozen, prey facing it's predator and yet unable to move even as a voice in the back of her mind kept repeating over and over how bad an idea all of this was. The sound of her own racing heart drowned out the cautionary voice even as Seris' eyes finally met hers once more, the wicked glint of humor dancing behind the desire darkened sea green eyes making her heart race fast.
"I will admit Madame Treveyan I did mean originally that I wished to know you personally, to get to know you and hopefully be able to court you in between all of the insanity that is plaguing the Thedas. However... I think I need to know one thing before I can be the gentleman I had planned to be." With these words Seris leaned forward, capturing Natesha's lips with his own, his hands moving from behind him to embrace her against him. One hand cupped the back of her head, the clawed gauntlets sliding through her silken locks even as his other hand wrapped around her body to pull her flush against him. A small gasp sounded from her against his lips, the sound only opening her to him as he deepened the kiss. Her hands trapped against his chest, Natesha grasped at the front of his armor her head tilting to give him a better angle. Her tongue danced with his, the initial surprise fading to allow her to respond eagerly to his ministrations. He groaned against her mouth as she felt her responding to his kisses, the sound causing a shiver to come over the petite female, her slender frame pressing against his now more voluntarily.