Author's note: This is a prompt from dragon meme. There's not a lot of story to this one, mainly just sexing. So you have been warned.
Original prompt: F!Hawke/Sebastian sex in the chantry. Doesn't matter if it's in his quarters or in a pew or what have you; just chantry sex, trying to be quiet and avoid getting caught.
Bonus points if it's in a confined space, and/or if there's a boatload of sexual tension preceding it.
Extra bonus points and internet cookies for a rivalmanced non-mage!Hawke.
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Sebastian was going to go to the Void. Hawke seemed to be the Maker's way of punishing him for every sin he had ever done, and some he must not know about. The rogue tormented him to no end. Constantly pushing him. They didn't agree on much, but a more amazing woman he had yet to met.
His main complaint was the girl was a horrible tease. At first her flirting with him had seemed innocent enough. A teasing glance, a slightly misspoken phrase, an innocent pressing against him as she moved past. But that had quickly escalated as she seemed to sense his weakness towards her.
How many nights had he thrashed alone on his hard bed wishing for her? How many nights had he spent wishing she had never walked into the Chantry all those years ago? How many nights had he wished she had walked into it sooner?
She had been a constant thorn in his side. But she was one he couldn't live without. He had to have her. This stupid game had gone on long enough, he thought.
"Are you sure about this, Sebastian? You aren't going to change your mind again in a few days?" Elthina asked watching him closely.
"No, your Grace. I know now this is my course." He said bowing his head to her.
She sighed. "If you are sure, then you have our blessings. You know I just want the best for you, that is why I've made you hold off, right? I didn't, nor did the Maker want another hasty decision."
"I know. I appreciate all you've done for me." She sighed and nodded. He hurried out of her office. A plan already forming in his mind as he hurried to the confessional booths. Yes, Sebastian was going to the Void, but he damn well wasn't going to go alone.
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Hawke knew she was wrong to continue as she was with Sebastian, but she couldn't seem to help herself. At first it had only been a bit of fun. Teasing him until he blushed and tugged at his collar. But then something changed.
One day a look passed between them, and she realized with a start that she was starting to love him. He had come to her aid in a battle. The details escaped her. Who and what they were fighting, none of it had mattered. All that had was Sebastian had suddenly appeared and finished off the person who had been pressing the attack. She had been injured in the battle. Not too terribly badly, but a wound that would make walking difficult.
Sebastian had swept her up into his arms and dashed for the nearest cave as the rain had come pouring down around them. He had gently tended the wound on her leg, all the while berating her for picking today of all days to wonder on the coast with no one but himself. She had reached out and brushed back a stray auburn curl on his head. Heat had flared between them. White hot in it's intensity. The look in his eye had held dark promises held back tightly behind his vows.
She had hated the Chantry even more in that moment. Her perfect man was forever out of her reach. He was everything she wanted. Strong, smart, kind, thoughtful, and dedicated. Not to mention handsome and with an accented voice that left her a puddle on the floor when he purred her name.
He challenged her like none of her other companions. Always pushing her to see things differently. They clashed often, but that didn't deter her from wanting him. It was a thrill to have someone who would push back. She hadn't had that in a long time.
She knew he would never break his vows. No matter how much she tried to convince him to take back Starkhaven, he thought his place was in the Chantry. When she had first started suggesting him returning to Starkhaven it had been purely what she thought was the thing to do. They needed a strong ruler. He was made to be a prince. Then it became a matter of if he did, he wouldn't have the vows to keep them apart. Well, in part at least. He adamantly refused, so she had set about to torment him as he did her.
She had taken a lesson from Isabela and started wearing skimpier clothing when she went to see him. She always made sure it was short and low cut. She only attended confession when she knew it was going to be him. She proceeded to tell him about the things Isabela had spoken to her about. And then added to it the books Isabela was giving her to read. She made sure to include the naughty parts. A few times she had confessed dirty dreams to him. Careful to leave the man blank enough that he could picture himself in it. She knew she was getting to him as he would begin to clear his throat and fidget in the booth. She would lean forward as if she was worried about him, but knew that it gave him a fairly clear view down her top.
He would quickly tell her her penance and then hurry away from the booth. She would watch him as he rushed off looking pleasantly disheveled. Yes, she was going to drive him as insane as he did her. Part of her felt bad about it, but he wasn't happy in the Chantry. Anyone could see it. It was only a matter of time before he did as well.
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Sebastian worked at not smiling as he saw her stroll into the Chantry. He knew that the finery she was wearing was meant to have another shirt under it, but she refused to wear it. And instead of a belt, she had a waist cincher on, shoving her heavy breast up even higher in the opening of the wrapped around silk top, and exaggerating her small waist farther. He had little doubt that the skirt was meant to be longer, but between her long legs and her gift with a needle, she had made it quite a bit shorter.
She flashed him that smile that bordered somewhere between sweet coyness and sultry brazenness as she made her way towards him. He leaned back against the pew as he watched. She had that cat-like walk down. Some how always swaying her body in the perfect way that showed off all the Maker had given her. And had he given her plenty.
Sebastian noted that her hair was down today. He had once commented on how beautiful it was. A stupid moment of weakness on his part. And she had began to use it to her advantage, growing it out longer. It had once brushed the tops of her shoulders in chocolate waves, but now it caressed the small of her back. Her blue eyes lighting up mischievously as she reached him.
"Hello, Sebastian." She said as she bounced slightly on the balls of her feet. He didn't even try to keep his eyes chastely away from her this time. He let his eyes roam over all the bared skin before they reached her face that wore a smirk as she crossed her arms and leaned back. "See something you like?"
"Now, Hawke, you know better than to taunt me so. It is beneath us both." He said watching her as she lost her smirk and sighed heavily. He had to work at not smiling. She was going to play right into his hands nicely. "I would love to stay and speak with you, but it's my shift. Perhaps we can speak later?"
She inclined her head to hide her wicked smile. "Of course, Sebastian." He nodded to her and entered the middle confessional booth.
She only waited a few minutes before she entered the side opposite of him. "Bless me, brother, I have sinned." She started. She grinned as she heard him sigh. "I have had improper thoughts of a man, brother."
"Improper you say?" He asked.
"Very. I can't seem to stop thinking about him." She sighed as if it troubled her.
"Have you tried saying a prayer whenever the thoughts come upon you?" He suggested. She was puzzled why his voice sounded a bit farther away then normal. He hadn't bothered to pull up the shade so she couldn't see what he was doing. He won this round.
"But then I would be praying all the time. He haunts my every waking, and even sleeping moments." She said struggling to catch a glimpse of him. She was going to have to up her game as well. "Even now, he plagues me. Images of him wrapped around me. Holding me close, whispering in my ear, hands roaming my body." She was met with silence. "The thoughts make me feel so…" She trailed off when she suddenly felt the wall beside her shift. She whirled as much as she could in the small room. She stared at the opening dumbfounded as Sebastian leaned in it.
"Feel so?" He pressed as he stepped over the bench she had just fled.
"Sebastian?" She asked worriedly as she bumped into the closed door behind her.
"Do continue, Hawke." He said smirking at her startled look.
She swallowed and raised her chin. "This isn't how confession is supposed to work."
"Oh? I thought you would like this better. A more hands on approach. Isn't that what you want?" He asked and grabbed her as she whirled to flee. He sat down, pulling her into his lap. He quickly pinned her arms before she could try to fight with him. "Now, now, Stella. You started this. What was it you were just saying? I'm wrapped around you, and I'm whispering in your ear. Now what was the other thing?" He asked pressing his mouth to her ear.