A/N: All characters belong to Bioware, i'm just borrowing their lovely toys. The lyrics come in part from 'Hips Don't Lie' by Shakira (when I heard it this immediately came to mind.) And i've always loved the idea of a one-night Anders/Isabela (or maybe something longer?) the fighting, the love-making... oh, it'd be maddening. One-shot Anders/Isabela love.
Isabela turned to face to Varric, a sultry gleam in her eye. Just moments before they'd been partaking in a game of Wicked Grace; it ended when they both showed hands of four serpents. At the sight they'd both burst into laughter and promptly accused the other of cheating. Teasingly, of course; but they both had been slipping more favorable cards from their pockets.
"Varric... would you care to entertain me for the night?" she asked, narrowing her eyes vivaciously at the dwarf.
"Oh, no Rivaini. Not me." Varric said, knowing that look when he saw it.
Isabela was a master temptress, and it wasn't that he wasn't flattered, but Varric was stone-drunk and knew he couldn't make a decision like that in his current state. Besides, what would Bianca say?
"Oh Varric, you're so boring." Isabela purred, but moved away from him with a scandalous shake of her hips.
Nodding his head in her general fleeing direction, the blonde dwarf downed the rest of his ale and retired to his room. Even Varric knew when he was beat.
Anders gulped as Isabela sauntered over to him. He was beyond hurt that Hawke was spending this evening with the elf, and he'd gotten stone-faced drunk to make up for it.
"Don't you look dashing, Anders?" Isabela said, a smirk pulling her full lips into a smirk as she ghosted behind him on silent rogue feet.
The apostate nearly choked on his ale, but he managed to salvage his pride by turning to face her.
Right now he didn't really care what the others thought of him, he just needed to get rid of his feelings for someone he couldn't have. He didn't care it was Isabela pulling him to the dance floor, didn't care that Varrics' people were watching curiously to report this to him in the morning. There was that ache by his heart that hurt, oh maker it hurt, and he would be damned if he didn't make it go away. Even Justice was seething in quiet, Anders had forced him to stop bothering for just one sodding moment.
He was lost in Isabelas' body as the music lifted her boots off the floor and her hands reached above her head, hips shaking in time with the beat. Dark curly hair flew in waves down her back. At that moment, the blonde former-warden lost all control and flew at her, gathering her ample assets in his hands and whispering into her ear as they danced sinuously around the room.
Don't you see baby, this es perfecto.
The attraction, the attention.
Oh boy, I can see your body moving.
And I've lost reason, it's not hard to explain.
The two tangled into one later that night, tumbling in Isabelas' sheets. The dwarven noble could hear them from his room. Rather, the noise they were making from his room.
"Oh boy." He grumbled. This was going to be a mess tomorrow, but for now…
You know I'm on tonight
Baby like this is perfection
Let's go, real slow
My hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
A/N: So yeah. Just some random blobs that were floating around my head that I couldn't get rid of. You should listen to the song, Isabela would be proud! Reviews, as always, are very much appreciated but not necessary. Thank you for reading my insanity!