Satisfaction

After a particularly stressful day spent plunging daggers into the backs of countless unwary bandits, Aeryn Hawke was ready to retire to her room and flop face first onto her all too inviting bed with the utmost intention of instantly sleeping then and there. She was completely prepared to do so - fully armoured and all - until Bodahn had made what she found to be a rather inconsiderate statement of logic in her hour of need. Who needed logic anyway?

Once pointed out however, she struggled to imagine sleeping with a veritable smorgasbord of random strangers' dried blood caked across her skin. Even worse was the thought of having to clean it from her bed sheets the following morning. It was in such a predicament that Aeryn heaved an overdramatic sigh and trudged her way to the bathing room with as little effort as required.

Following far too many steaming buckets of water later for her taste, she was finally reclining in relief as the soothing heat rushed up to meet her aching body. It was in this moment, she thanked Andraste for the beautiful dwarf who had so considerately suggested a wash before bed and made a mental note to thank him for such a wonderful idea.

Sighing contentedly, she closed her eyes, relishing the relaxing aura that seemed to engulf her… and for a moment, everything was perfect. For a very brief moment.

Seconds later however, Aeryn's peaceful silence was rudely interrupted by an annoying breeze that stabbed at her skin like a thousand tiny needles prodding her with what seemed to be the sole purpose of killing her buzz. She gasped in outrage, before turning her head to the offending party, who didn't even have the decency to look slightly guilty. In fact, it wouldn't have been a stretch to say she looked particularly amused. Admittedly it was difficult to tell, as her face peered over the stone opening of a window Aeryn was sure had been closed mere minutes ago.

"Isabela! What in the name of Andraste's holy knickers do you think you're doing?" Aeryn shouted indignantly, sitting up instantly to glower at the pirate accusingly. A cheeky grin was apparently what Isabela ordained a suitable reply to such a moment.
"Having a wet dream it appears." She deadpanned, clearly trying very hard to disguise her childish glee. It wasn't long before she cracked however, chortling away to herself as she swung through the window and dropped to the bathing room floor.

"Get it… 'wet' dream." She continued, once again helplessly sniggering at her own joke before it eventually died down with a sigh. Aeryn remained not amused in the least, hardly anywhere close to being in the mood for Isabela's irritatingly upbeat attitude. Her mood was only worsened when Isabela's wandering eyes began to appraise her all too naked body appreciatively. Aeryn's hands instantly snapped up to cover herself, a small blush appearing to colour her cheeks.

"Oh please, don't cover up on my account; I was rather enjoying the view." The pirate winked, seemingly completely unashamed of the situation. Aeryn supposed it would be rather silly to expect anything else from Isabela.

"Get out. Now!" Aeryn tried as calmly as she could possibly muster, despite her growing frustration.

"Now, now Hawke, is that any way to treat a friend?" Isabela smirked, swaggering over to the side of the bath with her usual smug self-confidence. All the while, Aeryn was thinking of all the nasty names she could possibly use to get the smuggler to leave, continually returning to old classics that rhymed with 'bench' and 'witch', or her particular favourite 'cupid bore'. Something similar to that, despite definitely not helping rouse the pirate to leave, would perhaps make Aeryn feel better.

Grinning an evil little grin, she prepared to put her plan into action, but stopped short when she felt hands caressing her back smoothly.
"Isabela…" She warned, knowing full well that those hands could not be trusted so near to places she would prefer were kept private.
"Oh don't get your knickers in a twist. I'm just washing your back. It's all perfectly innocent." Aeryn could practically hear the smirk on the pirate's face, rolling her eyes at the absurdity of such a comment.
"I'm pretty sure you don't even know the meaning of the word." She scoffed huffily, despite being placated enough to allow the soothing gesture to continue.

Feeling her shoulders relax once again, she let her eyes slip closed for a moment, returning to the peaceful and relaxed atmosphere that had been so irksomely interrupted earlier. Isabela however, seemed intent on ruining each of these instants for her, as mischievous hands slipped from her back to her front.

Aeryn tensed again, wondering why she'd ever thought the Rivaini could even attempt to manage non-sexual. She rolled her eyes her own stupidity as Isabela reached her breasts.
"You're right… perfectly innocent Isabela. I can't believe I ever doubted you."

A brief chuckle reverberated against her neck, sending chills down her spine. Had it been a different night, a different circumstance… things might have ended drastically differently. Both Aeryn's fatigue and an adamant unwillingness to let Isabela get her own way after being so rude however, won out.

"What can I say? You're irresistible Hawke. Come on, I promise… you will be thoroughly satisfied." Hawke smiled as a kiss was placed on her neck, before turning her head to look the pirate dead in the eye.
"Is that so?" Hawke smirked. Isabela only answered by leaning in towards Aeryn's soft lips, parting ever so slightly in waiting.

Just as Isabela was about to claim her prize, an unexpected arm sent her tumbling over the edge and into the water.

Hawke stepped from the bath with a restrained grin plastered on her smug face, looking down on Isabela's soaking form.
"You're right; that was thoroughly satisfying." She cackled evilly, all the while sadly wondering when exactly she had become the loser who laughed at her own jokes.

Isabela failed to see the funny side.
"Damnit Hawke! This is my best corset!" She cried petulantly. Aeryn failed to hear her over her own laughter as she exited the room in her robe, feeling much more relaxed than she had in a long time.