Title: 100 Themes Challenge #52 – Deep In Thought (You Kiss The Way You Fight)

Pairing: Marian/Isabela

Word Count: 689

Summary: Marian sits in front of the fire when she thinks, and Isabela sneaks in when she wants.

Sitting cross legged in front of the fireplace in her room, she looked into what was left of the dancing flames, thinking of the situation she knew she had to confront tomorrow. Being the go-to person of Kirkwall had started to take its toll on her, and she found she needed these periods of contemplation just to make it through each day without biting someone's head off— needlessly, of course. Though she had never resorted to that particular method of beheading.

Her shoulders slumped forward as she sighed. Hawke was not looking forward to visiting the Arishok come morning. She watched as a particular coal jump apart with a crack. This city was just as unpredictable as fire. And she felt it was all she could do to keep it from falling into war on itself. Resting her head in her hands, she inhaled deeply. What would happen if she just didn't meet with the Qunari leader? Took on the role as a regular, snobbish, selfish noble instead?

Snorting, she laughed at the empty air.

"If I didn't know you better, I might think you were losing it, dear."

The warrior started, and glanced over her shoulder. The languid, tanned form of the pirate perched itself on the edge of the bed before beginning the strenuous process of taking off her thigh-high boots. Leaning back on her hands, Hawke watched with a smirk, finding the task amusing. She didn't even question the woman's presence; Bodahn simply allowed her in by this time, and though the door had been locked, she could hardly expect it to keep out the rogue.

"But since you do know me better?" she questioned, voice drawling. Isabela paused and looked up, smiling charmingly as she set the boots to the side.

"I know you've already had your brains dashed out and are in need of someone to care for you." The rogue stood, curling and uncurling her freed toes into the carpet with a light laugh before sauntering over to where she sat.

Hawke stuck out her lower lip in a pout. She tilted her head back to watch her approach upside down, but didn't drop the act as the talented, roguish hands reached down to use her shoulders as a support as she bent over her, amber eyes gleaming with mischief while her face hovered inches above the seated woman's own. "Isabela, you're so mean to— mmmf!" The Rivaini caught the offending lip between her teeth and playfully tugged, eliciting a surprised groan from the raven-haired woman. She smirked, and released her only to kiss the bite better.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, Hawke," she murmured against her lips, digging her nails briefly into her shoulders. The warrior gasped, leaving her mouth open for the pirate to plunder, to which she took full advantage of. Slipping her tongue past, she found quick opposition in her partner, and was soon beaten back to her own side. After a moment she pulled away, pleased to hear the sound of protest from the other.

"You kiss how you fight," she observed before sidling around to Hawke's front, and lowering herself to sit practically in her cross-legged lap. A hand went to the back of the warrior's neck, running through the short locks of hair, while the other began to push down the shoulder of her robe.

"Is that a…" She stumbled over her words as Isabela slung her right leg over her left, pulling herself up higher. While her darkened blue eyes lowered themselves to the pirate's chest, her hand went to the booty, using it to hold her close. "A bad thing?" she finished, her voice slightly gravely.

"Hmmmm…" the rogue hummed mock-thoughtfully, her hand dragging down the edge of her robe tantalizingly slow, moving towards the center of her chest. Hawke inhaled sharply as the hand squeezed her breast. "It means you're fast and strong and take control of the situation without much difficulty." Her voice was a seductive whisper in her ear, and she could practically hear the smirk as it spread across her full lips. "It's a good thing."