Author's Disclaimer: I don't own a thing belonging to "Dragon Age 2." They belong to someone else 😝
Author's Note: I was turned on to the pairings of this video game by CharlieBarrow. Thanks for hooking my interest in Hawke and Isabela! Dedicated to you, my friend.
Warning: This is an Omegaverse reimagining for this pair. If you don't know what that is, I'll 'splain, no, let me sum up…. (two points if you get the reference). Alphas can shift a part of their anatomy, if they're female to begin with, betas go with the flow, and omegas receive the alphas. But either of the three can hook up with the other. Hawke is an alpha and Isabela is an omega. Read on!
"Catching the Wind"
A "Dragon Age 2" tale
She was at the end of the bar. But then again, she always seemed to be there.
Hawke straightened her shoulders and walked stiffly into the Hanged Man. The Rivaini woman was leaning against the bar, mug of ale in one hand as she regaled a hapless young man with a tale of bravado. The fool was hanging onto her every word and lust coiled in his aura. Hawke's thick eyebrow raised despite herself. Jealousy began to flare within her, but she tamped it down.
It was unbecoming for a guardsman to lose their cool with the public. Merrill appeared in her peripheral vision and brightened at the mere sight of her. Well, things were looking up. At the very least, her friend would help cooler heads prevail. Hawke resisted the urge to adjust her sword belt as she neared Isabela. The dark-skinned woman was enough to make her shift happen within moments, but she could hold onto her lust. At least, for the time being.
"….And then I had my boys haul him up the main mast by his knickers. The look on that man's face!" Isabela laughed. She knocked back the rest of her ale and the man laughed uproariously.
"Keep them in line, sailor," he complimented. Hawke tried not to grow angry at his impertinent fawning. She leaned against the bar beside Isabela.
"Is there room for one more?" she asked casually. She smiled inwardly when Isabela turned toward and something that could have been affection glowed in her dark eyes.
"Hawke! Join me. I was just telling Aryon here about one of the short-lived mutinies on my old ship. Boy, was that a turn," Isabela bantered. Hawke nodded politely to this Aryon. The Rivaini woman signaled the barkeep to pour another mug of ale and to refill hers. Hawke raised her mug and toasted Isabela silently. The sailor laughed, touching her mug to Hawke's.
"You goose," she said fondly. "All done saving the day?"
"Two muggings, one domestic and three attempted rapes stopped. All in a day's work," Hawke said. Isabela sighed as she drank.
Aryon interjected and Isabela answered him smoothly. Hawke forced herself to drink and keep her mouth occupied. Her shift threatened to happen as she remembered the throaty laugh Isabela was bestowing on Aryon. She had uttered that laugh while atop her, dark thighs wrapped around her hips…. Aryon wouldn't get to enter the treasure between Isabela's legs like she had.
"If you need a new crew, maybe you could sign me on," Aryon was saying. Isabela turned to prop her chin on her hand.
"I was thinking of a personal guardsman. How about it, Hawke?" she teased. Hawke blushed.
"I'm always ready, at your disposal," she said evenly. Isabela gave another throaty laugh.
"Maybe we should discuss that privately," she teased. "If I obtain a ship anytime soon, come see me, Aryon."
The young man pouted at being dismissed but tried not to let it affect him. "You got it, Isabela."
The Rivaini woman turned on her side, giving Hawke her full attention. "Your kitten is fawning over you across the room. You'll want to give her your attention, hmm?"
"Don't tease," Hawke sighed. "You know Merrill and I are just friends."
"I know. I just love seeing that blush on your pale Ferelden features," Isabela traced one finger along Hawke's wrist gauntlet. Her lips pursed in a thin line.
"You get a blush out of me more than just on my face." Hawke couldn't believe the words that came out of her mouth. But Isabela took it in stride, giggling.
"Is that an invitation?" she asked. Hawke swallowed. Was Isabela bantering to enter her bed again? Or was this all just a game? She decided to press her luck.
"Perhaps you can show me that room of yours upstairs. Unless you want to trek across the city to my chambers," Hawke murmured. Isabela grinned.
"It's abit more….rustic than your stellar chambers. But I'm sure you can manage."
With that, Isabela knocked back the rest of her ale and set the mug down. She didn't have to call to Hawke to follow; her eyes followed the sway of Isabela's hips.
They ascended the stairs and bypassed a few doors in the narrow hallway. All the room's inhabitants had to be drinking and mingling down on the first floor, for it was strangely quiet. Isabela turned a key into one of the door knobs and pushed in. Hawke waited as she lit a small lantern on the bedside table. Aside from aforementioned bed, there was a small chest of drawers, a chamber pot in the corner, and nothing else.
"It's not much, but it does when I'm here," Isabela shrugged. Hawke found her gaze drifting down to her cleavage as she stretched her arms.
"Cozy," Hawke agreed. She shifted, armor clinking. "Can I take a seat?"
"Go ahead," Isabela grinned. She took a seat on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress. "I won't bite."
"I might like that," Hawke admitted. Isabella rooted around under the bed and came up with a bottle of rum. "You sneak."
"I always come prepared. Let's do a shot, Hawke."
The two women sipped at their small glasses and Hawke was impressed with how quickly Isabela downed hers. "Is your armor heavy?"
"Abit. Care to help me?" Hawke's face flushed as the pirate neared her, an impish smile on her lips. Isabela's clever fingers removed her breast plate. Her nipples hardened inside her tunic. "And here I wanted to bestow attention on you."
"Attention, hmm?" Isabela waited, hand on her bare thigh. Her long white tunic barely covered her smallclothes. "I know you like the view."
"You know me too well…" Hawke pushed the sleeves of her tunic up. Her shift started and she eased back on her hands. Isabela's eyes traveled between her thighs.
"Well, I'll take that as a compliment."
Hawke coughed. "I can go if you want…."
"Don't…" Hawke was surprised when Isabela's hand settled on her thigh. She gave a low smile. "I'm used to being hounded for that….but that time was good. With you."
Hawke's mouth went dry. "Good times in High Town…."
"Or high above you," Isabela climbed onto Hawke's lap and slung her arms around her neck. "Ooooh, you're hard, guardsman…"
Hawke let her hands trail down and cup Isabela's hips. She gave a low smile when the pirate started a grinding motion against her cock. "Like what you feel?"
"Yes. And I'll be feeling more…." Isabela breathed the words against her lips. Hawke wasted no time kissing her. She smiled in her head when Isabela pressed her to the bed and clambered on top.
Hawke was busy trying to tug Isabela's corset loose so she could loosen her tunic and get to her breasts. She stopped when Isabela unlaced her trousers and worked her cock out through the opening. She fell onto her back, hissing with surprise. Soon, Isabela was grinding against her erect flesh, painting her with warmth to combat the cool of the air.
"Is…." Hawke murmured, shortening her name. Isabela's eyebrow raised high. A pink blush stained her complexion. She worked against the head of Hawke's erection. "Slow? How not like you…."
"You like it slow, you like it fast…" Isabela smirked as Hawke's hands pulled her smallclothes low. She wriggled her hips to help. "However I…. Ah!" Isabela gasped when Hawke grasped her hips and thrust upward. The head of her cock began to split her bare pussy lips open and the pirate shuddered with desire, sinking down. Their hips flush, Hawke throbbed inside her. Her hands cupped Isabela's breasts, as she got her laces open.
Hawke murmured against her throat. Isabela worked her hips against her. Hawke could feel the taut musculature of her thighs as she thrust against her. Hawke fell onto her back, her widened eyes taking in the Rivaini woman on top of her.
Isabela caught her eyes and her hips slowed. She rolled against her like the gentle lapping of the ocean's waves and Hawke felt the tightness in her belly coiling tighter and tighter. Hawke gave a low growl as Isabela rode her faster and faster.
Small curses of delight escaped Isabela's lips. Hawke pressed the soles of her feet into the mattress and arched her hips up. Isabela's head tilted back as she rode Hawke's wildly surging thrusts. Her cries spurred the half-dressed guardsman on. A fine stream of sweat glistened in Hawke's hair. It streamed down her cheek and down her neck.
"Oh, Hawke…..yes… harder…" Isabela cried out. Her cries were as bawdy as the other calls from down the bar's rooms but Hawke had ears only for Isabela. When she came, Hawke tried to hold onto her orgasm, stretching it as long she could. Isabela was watching her, dark eyes wide, and then her head rolled back as she moved back and forth, harder and harder. Hawke was relieved as she came in shuddering gasps.
Her hands scraped up and down Isabela's bare thighs, up under her tunic to caress her thighs and along her belly. Isabela leaned down, half laying across Hawke. The guardsman took her weight easily, and smiled almost tenderly up at the pirate.
"Sorry if that was fast…" Hawke murmured. Isabela smacked her side playfully. She leaned down and planted a tender heated kiss on Hawke's parted lips. Hawke kissed her back longingly. Isabela's eyes were shining as she raised her head.
"It was just…. fine. Hmmm, very nice," she purred. "Guess they do it hard and dirty in the guard halls."
"I could show you first hand," Hawke bantered. Isabela chuckled. She gave a sharp gasp when Hawke thrust her hips upward. Her softening cock began to surge and throb, hardening. The first time they'd done this, Isabela had climbed off her after orgasm, but Hawke intended to show her a further good time…..and she wanted to stay as close to the Raivini as possible. It was selfish, but maybe Isabela would feel as close to her as she felt to her; through sex, at the very least….
Isabela looked undecided; Hawke worked her round breasts into her palms, and thumbed her nipples as she kneaded; her hips began a firm thrust upward. Isabela had left her laying in a puddle of her own drool and release. But if she could show her she had what it took…then Isabela would stay. At least for another orgasm.
Isabela's groans were high and continuous. Her thighs gripped Hawke's waist as she ground down onto her length, harder and harder. Hawke had a firm hold on her renewed lust, and her hips were a blur as she thrust hard upward. She found her head lolling back and a loud moan erupted from her parted lips. Isabela leaned low, dragging her breasts across her tunic front.
"You want this…you want this bad…." She was murmuring against Hawke's lips. Hawke captured her mouth in a kiss, but she broke apart to howl her passion. Isabela's dark hair fell around Hawke's face.
"Yes…." Hawke murmured as the moment spiraled to heated blurry goodness. Her hands gripped the small of Isabela's back tight enough to bruise. "But you do too…"
Isabela's dark eyes sparkled with lust and surprise registered on her face for maybe the second time since they met when Hawke rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath her weight. A blush stained the Rivaini woman's face. Hawke pumped desperately into Isabela, her engorged length twitching. She gave a loud grunt of pleasure and lowered her face to Isabela's breast. White lights burst behind her eyes. Hawke's orgasm swelled over the top as her release spurted wildly, trapped in clinging warm satin.
Dark hands stroked through her hair and Isabela gave a soft moan beneath her. Hawke was ready to climb off her but Isabela only angled her face up so she could kiss her. Even though Hawke was pretty much fully dressed and Isabela was only half undressed herself, she counted it a victory as the kiss turned intimate. It seemed unlike Isabela, but Hawke drank in her kiss eagerly. Isabela angled her leg around Hawke's hip and played with the collar of her tunic.
"That was…. Hmm…. You guardsmen know how to work the hips," Isabela grinned. Hawke stared into her face, sweat pouring off her chin. She leaned her head down and pressed a stream of hot kisses across the pirate's breasts.
"You're just…amazing," Hawke murmured. She licked a nipple into her mouth and sucked it gently. Isabela's thighs widened around her.
"Usually I boot the unfortunate git who just fucked me out of my room," Isabela murmured. Hawke raised her head, face red in a blush. "But stay a moment…."
Hawke gave a deliberate pump of her hips, pushing her softening cock through Isabela's wet cave. She gasped prettily. "If that's your command."
"It is." Isabela smiled almost shyly up at her. By and by they separated and Hawke excused herself to use the chamber pot. After she'd relieved herself, she shook off the drops and re-laced. Her shift began to recede and she sighed as the heaviness between her thighs vanished. Isabela was tying her corset, tunic loose around her breasts. Hawke prowled closer and surprised the pirate by helping lace her corset from behind. She dared to plant a kiss along the back of Isabela's neck as she did.
"You're sweet, Hawke." For just a moment, Isabela let herself be held from behind. She even leaned back into Hawke's torso. But before she could blink, the pirate was extracting herself from her hands. "That was great."
"Yeah…." Hawke didn't know what to say. If she returned the compliment it would wind up sounding hollow. She cleared her throat. "Are you staying in town long?"
"For abit. I have a few people to suss out, and maybe get some information." Isabela stretched her arms above her head. Hawke tried not to stare at the back of her bare thighs.
"Need any help?" Hawke asked. At the very least if they weren't going to be screwing all night, she could lend her some aide. Isabela turned with a smile.
"Do I look that put out? No, don't look that way. Of course, I'd relish the help. Especially from my own guardsman," Isabela teased. Hawke was glad she was put to comfortable areas again and took up her armor. She refastened her sword belt around her hips.
"You look freshly fucked," Isabela teased. Hawke's face exploded into redness.
"I…"
"Here, let me." Before she could ask, Isabela was stroking loose hairs behind her ears, and making sure all the sweat was wiped off her face and neck. "Much more presentable."
As they left Isabela's room, Hawke hoped the next time they were joined would be in her chambers. And maybe next time she'd feel all of the pirate's skin flush against hers without any heavy clothing in the way. Hawke made it a point to make that a goal as they walked down the hallway to the stairs.
End for now
End notes: I just got into this pairing so if there are any character inconsistencies, please let me know. Like it? Smash that button and do that review thing 😝
Sincerely, pen
6/9/2017