Author's Note: I've come to enjoy writing this story more than I thought I would. Although, school is upon us and writing will become a pain in the ass. Bear with me, yeah? R&R. Enjoy!
After A/N: So, thanks to Stormy, I have seen the light and notice my work is a big block of words making your senses probably hate me. You honestly can tell when Stormy began helping me. Thank you, Stormy. Although I probably say that a lot.
I snuggled further into the soft quilt. It was approximately 11 at night and my mind was racing as it had been for days since the club. My bed didn't provide the comfort I craved. The qualities I usually loved it for felt strange to me and unwanted ; the largeness of the bed, the softness, the cool of the sheets. All felt foreign. I wondered what Leliana was doing right now. Considering the time she would most likely be sleeping. I wished I could be there, head snuggled into her shoulder, arms wrapped around each other and legs intertwined. I shook the thoughts from my head. Attempting to sleep would just result in being useless; I shrugged out of my covers and sat up. I surveyed my apartment. It wasn't the biggest nor the most luxurious but what can you do? Of course, there was always the option to go home to my parents but they more or less disowned me and I would do better to avoid them at all costs. I stood up and went to the kitchen. The multitude of dishes caused me to sigh. Don't get it wrong, I'm normally a tidy person but work has me scrambling.
The crime in Denerim had taken an up-rise since Corypheus was released from prison. He's what you would call a crime boss. All organized crime stems from him and my job is to stop him, essentially. I began to scrub the plates and bowls furiously. The idea that he could just bribe a path to freedom began to piss me off. I realize that the Wardens couldn't prevent it, despite all their efforts, Corypheus is too powerful of a man, even for the famed Wardens. I had been scrubbing the same dish for 15 minutes. I dropped it, hearing the noisy clattering as it bounced around the metal sink. I sighed again. I pushed away from the counter and walked on the cool linoleum to the soft carpet of my living room. I looked at my forearm. Although the ink was gone, I rubbed my thumb where the number once lay. The paper I transferred the number on was in my drawer. Should I call it? I sat on my couch and turned on the TV. The show became just background noise as I thought about that night. As far as I could tell, the show was about a town of geniuses and one normal cop. My eyes became droopy and I slouched into the fabric of the couch. A knock on the door snapped me out of my sleepy state. I slowly rose from my position on the couch. Who would be here at, I looked at the clock on the wall, 2 in the morning? I pondered who might be at the door as I padded my way there. My hand laid on the doorknob and I hesitated. Corypheus might have sent one of his goons to off me. I grabbed a dagger from the place under the table and returned to the door just as another knock echoed out. I turned the knob slowly, readying myself for whoever it may be. I opened the door to a woman leaning on my door frame.
"Evelyn! I… hic… juswanted to shee you," Leliana slurred out.
She stumbled through the door and I promptly shut it behind her. She examined Leliana. Her outfit consisted of a blue skirt that could've passed for underwear paired with a silver, skintight short-sleeve shirt that had a plunging neckline and back-line. Her boots reached the middle of her thighs, buckles covering the leather material.
The woman staggered to my couch and collapsed on top of it. She peeled her boots off and threw them uncaring of where they landed.
"Leliana? What are you doing here? Are-are you drunk?" I pestered her with questions which probably wasn't the smartest choice due to her condition. I came over to the couch and sat next to her.
"Can you rub my feet? I walked here all tha way frum The Hanged Man," she mumbled. Her face was stuffed in one of the throw pillows, her arms wrapped tightly around it.
I took her foot in my hands and began to rub it. I applied pressure with my thumbs hitting all the sore points in the soles of her foot. Leliana had a lazy moan slip through her lips. The sound immediately struck my core.
"Leli, The Hanged Man is a very unsavory place. Why did you go there?" I asked, concentrated on ensuring that she was all right instead of surrendering to the sounds tumbling out of her mouth and into my center. I put up my 'walls' to try and block out her effects on me.
"Ishabela invited me to shee her apartment," she mumbled.
I froze. Did they…? How did Isabela even find her? Maker, she's really hammered. If that Isabela took advantage of her at a state like this… I resumed rubbing her feet, switching to the other.
"I mished you. That's why I came 'ere," she turned her head to look at me as she talked.
I searched her blue eyes for any sign of honesty and, although drunk, they seemed truthful. I was flattered that she came all this way just to see me but it was an unnecessary risk.
"You should've called me. I could've came and picked you up," my hand came to rest on her lower back as I said that. The material of the shirt was silky underneath my calloused fingertips.
"I wanned to shurprishe you. And, Ishabela shaid some things about you."
Her words made my ears perk up. What could've Isabela said to make Leli not want me down there? My suspicion of the tan woman flew through the roof. Could she be a spy for Corypheus? Maker knows how much he wants my head.
"What did she say?" I asked softly.
I saw a debate warring on her face. A resolution settled in her eyes.
"She shaid that she wanned you. But you're mine sho I dinnt call you."
That… was not what I was expecting. Her response filled me with a sort of warmth. It felt as though I was the tipsy one. My reply was on the tip of my tongue when I heard resounding snore coming from the woman on my couch. I sighed. I deftly slipped my way from under her legs and pulled her into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her head rested on my shoulder.
I laid her down on my bed, ready to cover her with my quilt when her hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me down onto the bed with her. I squeaked, not that I'd admit it. I fell nearly on top of her if not for a last minute, mid air twist. I landed to her left where she promptly covered half my body with her own. She wiggled her legs in between mine and pressed her face into my neck. My objections came short when I heard, yet again, snores coming from the woman on top of me. I relented, wrapping my arms around her and kissing the top of her head. Maker, this woman...