Hawke was pacing through her kitchen, the nervousness clearly visible to all of her servants though no one dared to ask her about the reason for her behavior. She was extremely nervous and she didn´t knew why she agreed to it in the first place, she had other worries but she couldn´t ignore her desires forever.
And now, in the middle of the night, she was awaiting someone who made her heart flutter every time she heard his voice or saw him fighting. She never was the sort of woman who could easily show her feelings to the world, she was a rather cautious woman when it came to talking about such things. For her companions, she was always the strong and capable Hawke, the Hawke that had no problem in slicing someone´s throat or helping her friends out of their troubles. But now, well, she guessed that her courage and bravery wouldn´t help her. She was lost in her thoughts so she hadn´t heard Bodahn entering the kitchen and calling her name several times.
"Mistress Hawke, you have a visitor. He says you are expecting him?" He grinned at her, clearly showing Hawke that it is very impolite for him to be at a ladies house at that hour. Hawke stopped and her body froze, there is no turning back now...
"It´s okay Bodahn, we have something to discuss." Bodahn eyed her before he left the kitchen; she stood there unable to move as she waited for him to enter the kitchen. Then Bodahn came and held the door open, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw him entering the kitchen in nothing else then a white linen shirt and dark brown breeches, and she had a hard time to look away from him because this was the first time she saw him without his usual armor.
He stopped and stared at her from the doorway, his intense eyes making her body set ablaze, Bodahn stood between them and eyed them angrily, inspecting and watching him so he doesn´t do any wrong moves. Hawke took her gaze away from him as she looked at Bodahn who was clearly annoyed now.
"It´s okay Bodahn, you can leave us alone..." Bodahn bowed to Hawke and eyed him angrily before he left, closing the door behind him. He stopped by the door and shook his head as he hoped that his mistress would keep a clear head around him, he knew she felt something for him and he even dared to think that he might have feelings for her too, but he had other worries and dedications right now. He slowly made his way back to his room where Sandal waited for him, eager for another story from Bodahn.
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Hawke stood there, immobilized by his intense gaze and beautiful face. She walked to the small table near the fireplace and sat down on one of the chairs before she took her cup and sipped her tea, hoping that the hot tea would lower her heartbeat and her nervousness.
He watched her movements closely before he closed the distance between them and sat down next to her, his eyes never leaving her face. She avoided his intense gaze and she stared at her cup on the table, she swallowed hard to clear her throat as she found the strength to speak.
"You really came?" She heard him readjust on the chair as he leaned his forearms on his knees, his head lowered and staring at the floor.
"Well, we have some things to discuss, right?" He answered flatly to her and her heart almost exploded as he lifted his head and gazed deep into her eyes. She looked away and took another sip from her hot tea, and she forgot just how hot the tea was as she dropped the cup and it fell on the floor, she touched her burning lips as she hissed from the sudden pain. Sebastian took the handkerchief that was on the table and dipped it in his glass of water before he placed the wet handkerchief on her burning lips, her body temperature rose as she felt him touching her face.
"Easy Hawke, don´t burn your lips." He watched her face as she looked into his piercing blue eyes, her mouth slightly open as he caressed her lips with the wet handkerchief, the burning feeling slowly leaving her face. He studied her face as he caressed her lips before he turned his head away from her to put the handkerchief back on the table, he looked back at her and stood still as her eyes looked into his.
"Better?" He asked her, his voice low and husky and it send goose bumps all over her body. She just managed to nod, she didn´t find the ability to talk as his eyes gazed deep into hers. They stood like this, none of them wanting to break the eye contact or to step away. Her eyes fell to his mouth as she slowly dared to lift her hands to his chest, touching the soft material she felt his heat going through the soft shirt. She blinked a few times as her eyes fell to her hands on his chest, his breathing was deep and even as she slowly started to move her hands across his chest, feeling his strong and defined chest under her touch made her shiver.
He stood still as he watched her face, he hardly admit it to himself that he relished her touches, that he loved the way she touched him although he was forbidden to feel that way. She lifted her eyes only to meet his and her heart skipped a beat as she realized just how close they really were to each other, and somehow she knew that this was the closest she would ever get to him. Without thinking, she prompted up on her toes and brought her face towards his as their lips finally met. She had to do it, she just couldn´t let him walk away from her after they were so close to each other. She was surprised though as she felt him taking her hands in his and bringing her even closer to him causing a moan to escape her.
They stood like this for a while, their lips pressed together, suddenly she felt his tongue licking her lower lip, and she opened her mouth only to let his tongue glide through her mouth. They kissed each other passionately as he brought his hands up to cup her face, his warmth radiating to her face as their kiss grew deeper, then his hands left her face to grab her hips. She placed her hands around his neck as she felt his hands touching and grabbing her arse, and she gasped as she felt his strong hands lifting her in the air a little. Suddenly the desire she felt for him became even stronger then she felt before and she broke the kiss to find out what this means to him exactly.
"Sebastian..."
"Hush and lead us to your bedroom." Her eyes widened as his hooded eyes stared at her face. She was unsure about what to do, she was scared to make this decision because she was afraid to lose him, even as a friend. He saw her hesitation and he smiled at her as he touched her face with his palm.
"Are you sure?" He just nodded to her and that was enough for her to take his hand and lead him out of the kitchen, she looked at him over her shoulder from time to time as if to make sure he was willing to follow her, and she was surprised when all she saw in his face was lust and desire.
They entered her bedroom and he closed the door behind him before he took a closer look at her bedroom, it was the first time he entered her private chambers. She walked backwards towards her bed as she stared at him with lustful eyes, slowly opening the laces of her dress as he stared at her. The laces were undone now but she didn´t undress herself, instead she waited for him to come to her. He slowly closed the distance between them, he felt like he was dreaming yet he knew it was real. He wanted to take her, to show her just how much he felt for her, if only for one night. He pushed her dress down her shoulders a little so he could trap her hands with the dress as he started to kiss her shoulders. She moaned as she felt his hot lips on her skin, biting every once in a while as he made his way down her shoulders towards her breasts. She threw her head back as he removed the breast band, her wonderful shaped breasts falling out to him as he took one in his palm, slowly massaging it as his mouth slanted over the other. She gasped as she felt his skilled tongue licking her peaks and she wondered how it would feel in other places.
"Sebastian..." He leaned his face close to hers as he removed her dress completely leaving her only in her underwear. He took in the sight of her, his already hard and aching member pulsing with want and arousal.
He took a backwards step as he removed his shirt and she feared that her eyes would pop out of her head as she saw his gloriously nude chest. Maker but it looked better then anything she ever imagined, or saw before. He couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face as he saw her staring at him, wait til you see the rest, he thought to himself as he slowly started to unbuckle his belt. Her eyes fell down to his hands watching his work closely until the belt landed on the floor. Her eyes found his again as his hands started to remove his breeches, his eyes filled with unspoken wishes and desires. She was so hot and wet as she slowly lowered herself on the bed before she removed her underwear, leaving her completely naked now.
He watched her as his breeches fell to the floor, slowly taking foot by foot out of the pile of his breeches before he slowly walked towards her. One finger was in her mouth and she sucked it in, gently, and soon he imagined her sucking something else into that beautiful mouth of hers. She sat there and watched him, her finger slowly gliding in and out as he stopped before her, her head leveled with his hidden manhood. She brought up her hands to his thighs and she looked up to him, his hooded eyes looking at her as her hands came to touch his cock through the underwear.
He managed to hide his smirk as her eyes widened a little when she touched him, her touch making him even more aroused. She gently grabbed his underwear and pushed it down his strong and defined legs, when she lifted her head again she could see his hard and pulsing cock right in front of her face. She leveled her eyes with his for a moment before she spat on her palm and rubbing the saliva through her hand before she grabbed his big and hard cock. He shivered at the feeling of her touching him, he hadn't felt like this for a long time now and he couldn't help but close his eyes and throw his head back as he felt her hand stroking him in steady moves. She smirked as she saw his reaction and she sped up to increase the pleasure. He lowered his head to look down on her as his hand found it's way to her hair, her soft blonde hair smelling like roses.
They never broke the eye contact as her tongue licked the underside of his cock, and he almost lost himself in the pleasure, his hand ranking with her hair. She did the same thing again and he groaned, the ache he felt in his manhood suddenly unbearable. He gently pushed her head towards him and she smiled wickedly, before her hot and soft mouth encircled him. He gasped, his head fell back as she devoured him, inch by incredible inch until he was fully down her throat. He looked back at her, his breathing heavy and fast as his hand stroked the hair from her face. She held him like this for a moment before she withdrew, taking a deep breath before she descended again, her moves long and even. He closed his eyes as he grabbed a handful of her hair, he hadn't realize that his grip tightened in her hair but her loud moan on his cock brought him back. He opened his eyes and steadied her head with both of his hands before he started in and out of her mouth. She massaged her breast and rubbed her clit as he did so, the feeling of him taking her that way...he sped up, he was so lost in the feeling that he couldn't control his speed. Then he shoved his cock deep down her throat again, holding still for a moment as her eyes found his, and he found the view very intriguing; Hawke, the woman of his dreams and heart sat on the bed before him, naked and stuffed with his hard and pulsing cock. The thought almost undid him.
He hastily pushed out of her and threw her on the bed. She crawled backwards and he towards her until she settled herself on the bed, he sat back and watched her spreading her legs before him and Maker give him the patience to take her slow and passionately, but he doubted that this was a possibility. He came towards her as she licked one finger before she started to rub her clit again, Sebastian positioned his cock right before her entrance, teasing her lips with little touches that made her bucking up her hips. She tensed and writhed underneath him, just as he had imagined for so many times, but this is reality; he wouldn't have to imagine anymore because he would have this memory. He grabbed his pulsing cock and slowly pushed inside her, her tight walls adjusting to his size and making her even more aroused. He slowly entered her and by the Maker the moment took forever, he never stopped entering her as if he was incredible big. Her eyes turned back and she moaned aloud now as he finally settled home into her hot and slick channel.
They both moaned as he felt her grip on him, he lowered his head towards hers and kissed her, the kiss long and deep, as if the kiss itself is a promise; a promise to always be hers from now on. Then he slowly started to move and he found that he wanted this moment to last forever, he wished he could push back his wild side of him and to be that passionate and gentle with her, but he just couldn't. He had to have her and he had to take her, and that's when his thrusts became faster and harder. Her moans and screams filled the room, not really caring if everyone would hear them, but she knew that Orana and the others certainly heard her. He lifted his upper body and grabbed her hips so he could take her even harder, the sensation was just too much for her and she came, his cock suddenly unbelievable wet and hot. Her tight walls tightened even more around him and by the Maker, this slickness, this heat...he came inside her with a loud moan, his seed filling her.
He collapsed next to her, his breathing heavy and his forehead slick with sweat as he readjusted on his back. He felt her scooping up next to him leaning her head on his strong chest as she silently cried. This was the most wonderful night in her life and she feared that when she wakes up he won't be here. She felt him trailing his fingers on her shoulder and she smiled, suddenly she was too dizzy to think about anything or to speak, so she fell asleep, hoping that she would find him in her arms.
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He stared at the ceiling, her head leaned on his chest and his heart heavy with doubt and concern. He cared for Hawke, Maker strike me down but I even dare to admit that I love her. But he wasn't sure. Was it love he felt? Was it just pure sexual attraction? He was confused. So many emotions swirled through him; anger, love, disgust, satisfaction...he couldn't place all of it in his head. He came here earlier to talk about her feelings for him, about what she confessed to him.
He looked down on her, he could be the happiest man alive with her on his side and yet he was confused, insecure, as to what to do with his life. He could leave everything for her, he could be her husband, her love, but...it just seemed wrong to him. His heart ached to stay here with her, to wake up with her in the morning and to be greeted with her smile, but his mind told him differently. He slowly pushed her back on the bed, afraid not to awake her. He lied down beside her to make sure that she is sleeping, before he made his way out of the bed. He took his underwear, his breeches and shirt and put them back on, his heart tearing apart as to what he is about to do. He turned one last time towards her and spotted a small piece of red cloth on her bedside table. Carefully he walked to the bedside table, his heart hammering in his chest as he stood next to her, his heart sinking into oblivion.
He took the small red cloth and made his way out of her room, out of her embrace, and what's even worse to him, out of her heart.
Notes:
Hey! Another story from me, even though I haven't finished the other one lol. Anyway, this will be a short story, not too long about our smexy prince and lovely lady Hawke (again). Let me know what you think on that one. And thanks for reading it. I will post the chapters as soon as they are finished so be patient. :D