"I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm really horny, and you're really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?"
The loud thud of a heavy book echoed in the Chantry. Nearly all color had drained from Sebastian's face as he choked, looking at Rosaline with wide eyes.
"Hawke," he managed, finally. A hoarse cough behind the word as he tried to compose himself, reaching for the book he'd dropped. She'd made no secret of flirting with him before, but never had she been so direct.
"What?" she shrugged. "A girl can only pine for so long, Sebastian. And I'm dying over here."
Sebastian shook his head, glancing down at the book and then up to the snickering elf behind her. "As tempted as I am, Rosaline, I simply cannot." She huffed out a pout, putting on her best sad puppy eyes for him. He shook his head again at her. "It won't work."
Fenris leaned over her shoulder, his breath curling against the shell of her ear. "Perhaps I could be of service."
She shivered at the low growl in his tone. A smirk turned up one corner of her mouth as she glanced over her shoulder at him. "If you insist."
Dispensing with any other formality, Rosaline twisted herself around and pulled Fenris down into a heated kiss. One hand she twisted through his hair, keeping him close as her other hand snaked down his back. His own hands began to roam, but Rosaline reached her goal first, delightedly giving a squeeze to his ass.
Fenris groaned into the kiss, forgoing his original path and sliding his hands back up toward her chest. Even as they pulled away from each other for air, the audible complaints from Sebastian were drowned out by the thumping of their hearts against the chests, the rush of blood, and the lingering growl of lust from Fenris.
Rosaline let out an excited giggle as Fenris tugged her toward one of the pews and into his lap. She sunk down happily, wiggling her hips to settle as she dove in for another kiss.