AN - First: I obviously don't own anything.
Second: While I've written before, this is my first attempt at writing for such an audience. Please review and let me know if my writing style is something the community would like to see more of.
She was covered in blood. Well, this wasn't exactly anything new. Marian Hawke always seemed to be covered in blood. Though her twin blades were sheathed, the dark haired woman was sure the blades and scabbards, alike, would be gummy with dried blood by the time she got around to cleaning them. Why was she thinking about cleaning her blades? A familiar arm was wrapped around her own, leading her around her own home. Perhaps that was why she was thinking about her daggers. Or about how empty her estate felt since Mother passed on. It was so terribly quiet without the older woman constantly nagging the rogue about finding a husband. Maker how she missed that nagging.
"C'mon, sweet thing. We've got to get you out of that armor."
Her armor? Hawke ventured a glance down at her person. She rarely wore her equipment inside the estate. Why hadn't she changed yet? Where was her head. Full, pouting lips were suddenly on her neck. The soft sucking noises assaulted her ears like the war cries of the Qunari just before the horned demon men had attempted to take Kirkwall. Her gauntlets were gone. The other woman certainly wasn't wasting any time. She should be… doing something. Shouldn't she? Hawke realized her lack of focus would be all too obvious unless she started removing her partner's clothing.
Deft fingers slipped down to the tops of those soft leather boots and pushed them down, revealing even softer flesh. Only weeks before and Hawke would have been removing the pirate garb even quicker. The champion's fervor was one of the things that kept Isabela returning to her over and over again. Her own lips left chaste kisses at the crook of the darker woman's knee and inner thighs before pushing her hands up and removing the white tunic the pirate queen constantly wore. Isabela was, surely, a beautiful woman.
Why couldn't Hawke be satisfied with this?
She was obviously thinking far too much. Her armor hit the floor, and Hawke stood before Isabela in nothing but her small clothes. Flashes of memory still plagued her. Hawke knew, only, that she needed to block out those thoughts - drown them. Her lithe body crawled over the pirate's prone form, and their lips and tongues met in an almost angry fight for dominance. It was a tired game, as far as Hawke was considered. Isabela, strong willed as she was, always submitted to the blue eyed champion. Her pale toned knee rose up, pressing against the still clothed center of the other woman, forcing a moan of appreciation from Isabela.
The other rogue hadn't moaned like that when Hawke had finally gotten her into bed. When they had coupled, it wasn't hot and passionate like this. It was… more. Better.
Hawke palmed one of Isabela's large breasts as she rocked her knee against her wet heat. Even through the small clothes Isabela still wore, Hawke could feel the liquid proof of Isabela's need. The other woman never made Hawke guess - with Isabela, Hawke never really knew what got the woman wet. Was it her or just some left over arousal from her bloodlust? Maybe looting all those bodies got her wet? She moved her knee harder, repeatedly pressing against Isabela's clit. Hawke had a breast in each hand, massaging the large mounds. She felt the pirate's nipples spike into the palms of her hands. Her breasts were too big, Hawke decided. They didn't fit in her hands well.
Not like Tallis's.
Isabela's hands found Hawke's ass, and nails dug into the flesh and muscle she found there. Images of the red headed elf flooded her mind, and Hawke let the smallest of moans rumble from her throat. "That's what I like to hear." Isabela's voice was low, husky, hungry. Hawke's teeth nipped at her lover's neck. First just above her golden collar, then her shoulder. Dark marks marred the pirate's normally flawless flesh as Hawke grazed her teeth here and there and just along her collarbone. "Andraste's flaming great arse, Hawke." She noted as her lover's breath hiked, signaling that she was close to climax.
Hawke redoubled her efforts. Her knee rocked against Isabela's wet pussy faster - with more purpose. She caught those dusky nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pinching them and twisting them just enough to make the pirate woman moan. This was normally Hawke's favorite part. Isabela's body grew taught beneath her, and her back arched as moans ripped from deep in her chest. "Bloody Maker! Hawke!" The entirety of her form shuddered in her release before she lay still, panting softly. "You never cease to amaze, Hawke." A still gloved hand cupped the pale cheek of the champion, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. "Let me return the favor, lover."
Hawke found herself on her back. This, recently, had become her least favorite part of their… lovemaking… Before, she had the ability to focus solely on Isabela. But now, when all she could do was lay back and allow Isabela to do as she pleased, her mind was at the mercy of its own musings. Even as her small clothes were removed and her thighs parted, Hawke could think of nothing but the bright eyed assassin. Isabela's hands were on her thighs, and Hawke felt the velvet touch of a tongue teasing her nether lips. Hawke still focused only on that one, chaste kiss she and Tallis had shared. Maker, how her body ached for more.
Two fingers, trained from years of lock picking, pressed their way into Hawke's wet pussy. The champion hissed, drawing in air through clenched teeth. Her hips moved against the welcome intrusion. That tongue moved against her clit, circling the eager bud. "More." The command came out as a needy grunt. Isabela seemed to oblige her, thrusting her fingers to stretch her wet opening before slipping a third finger into her. Hawke thrust her hips against Isabela's fingers, and found herself wondering over Tallis. She had held the Dalish woman's hand once, and she could only imagine what those fingers could do.
Hawke's fingers pulled, tugged and gripped at the covers strewn over her bed. "Bloody hell." The curse came as her back arched, bringing her body off the bed. Tremors claimed her body even as Isabela's tongue lazily licked her clean. She opened one blue eye to look down at the pirate, only to see her licking her own fingers with similar care. Isabela crawled over the Champion of Kirkwall and laid down beside her. Hawke's heart continued to hammer in her chest. Hawke knew she had almost cried out Tallis's name. She had tasted the elf's name on her tongue as her orgasm hit. She had to get over this obsession.
Isabela draped an arm over Hawke's middle, burying her face in Hawke's neck. "Not headed back to the Hanged Man tonight?" Hawke asked, even though she knew the answer.
"Not a chance, sweet thing." Soft lips pressed gently against her neck. "I've decided I don't spend nearly enough time with you." Her head rested on Hawke's shoulder. Hawke looked down at the red band that was still tied around Isabela's bicep. She sighed inwardly. "I… love you, Hawke."
Hawke closed her eyes, feigning sleep just so she wouldn't have to respond.
