"I mean, look at the size of you Qunari, yeah? If I were Dorian I'd be shitting it every time."

"I didn't know you found us Qunari so intimidating, Sera." Adaar jibbed, her thick fingers running through the sandy hair on the head flopped into her lap.

"Look. All I'm saying is that Dorian must get through a lot of oil." Emitting a gleeful giggle, Sera's light grey eyes met her lover's. "One of the good things about us. Imagine spending silvers to make everything work all nice and wet?"

Adaar reached behind her to prop up one of Sera's many embroidered cushions against her back, shifting forward slightly to avoid her curved horned making a further notch in the window frame. On too many occasions had Sera pounced on her giant lover, pushing her backwards into walls and hitting her head. Once, a wedged horn took out a good chunk of wooden framing as it dislodged. Sera would always apologise and always disingenuously.

"I dunno Sera," said Adaar, the hazy thought of their love making sending thoughts into her head. "I can think of a good uses of oil I would happily use on you."

Sera sat up, smacking the Qunari's thick thigh. "Get off." She crossed her arms and sneered. "You're starting to sound like Bull. Some of the stuff Dorian's said they get up to under the covers." Sera mocked a look of repulsion, leaning sideways off the sill and falling dramatically onto the piled blankets and cushions that make up their love nest. "No thanks."

Adaar smirked, raising one thick eyebrow. "You may not be into your elven roots, Sera but don't vilify my proud Qunari culture."

"You what?", a gentle panic hitched in the elf's voice as Adaar, after standing up, heavily thudded her knees either side of Sera's small waist. Slim wrists were brought together and were held easily in one large hand before being restrained, stretched far above Sera's head.

Adaar placed her other hand gently at Sera's hip, her thumb rounding in circles against the prominent hipbone found there. She leaned closer towards Sera's pointed ear and huskily murmured "They say Qunari themselves would rather face a demon that be under the domination of a Tal Vashoth." Adaar leaned away again, gauging the wide, inquisitive eyes of the small woman trapped under her, before the tension became too much and Adaar burst out laughing – a deep, throaty expulsion which she muffled by pressing into Sera's agape mouth.

"Oh, you arse!" Sera exclaimed, as the Inquisitor tried to capture her lips in a kiss. But she too, after the tension relieved, started to giggle and ended up pressing her face deeply into Adaar's, straining her shoulders against the tension still at her wrists, nipping with her teeth at her bottom lip. "You. Giant. Arse!" She murmured between firm kisses.
Adaar rolled so she was on her back, bringing Sera with her, clutched tightly against her chest, one hand entwined fingers' in Sera's hair whilst the other was placed, lightly on her bottom. They lay there, for a short while, catching their breaths, in comfortable silence; Sera enjoyed the feel of resting her head on a large mantle of bosom. Without raising her head, she asked "I mean, what other use of oil is there?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You said you could think of other uses."

"It's hard to explain-"

"Then show me." Sera fully pushed up from the floor, sitting up on Adaar's stomach, a sharp glint in her eye. Her sudden enthusiasm shown in a huge grin that split her face. "Dorian was telling me some things about you Qunari, yeah? Apparently Bull has these long leather straps. Dorian showed me some of the bruises." She gestured towards her thighs. "It all sounded so icky when I was picturing it because… Bull! He's so… I mean he must have a giant…." Sera scrunched up her nose before quickly continuing. "But right then you did that. That! I liked that. I like you so maybe I get why Dorian might have been into it."

Adaar sat up whilst Sera was talking. "Hold on. You want me to… do to you what Bull does with Dorian?"

"Not exactly the same. Not the, you know." Another dirty laugh erupted out of Sera. "Maker no, not that. But all that Qunari stuff."

"I was kidding, Sera. It's not exactly a Qunari only phenomenon."

"Well fine," she rolled her eyes. "I mean the stuff with the leather. And one time Dorian couldn't sit down all day because apparently Bull stole a riding thing from Dennet. And I want to know about the oil."

Adaar leaned forward, wrapping her lean, muscular arms around Sera, kissing her forehead. "You sure?"

"Shit, It might be nice to make you do all the work for once," The elf teased, biting the soft flesh between collarbone and top of breast through Adaar's cotton top. "I'll trust you, ok?"