Isabela let out a scream and she didn't care who heard her.

At this point she felt she was practically bragging. She'd been aching for Hawke for years, and it seemed like the desire was mutual. The Pirate thought at the minimum, she would have to kick Hawke's lover out of bed. Whoever or whatever she had taken for a lover. She wasn't sure who the lover would be, but she had expected it to be someone, even if it was the elf she favored from the brothel.

Perhaps the lack of competition was a lull, or someone yet unidentified.

She had been prepared to fight for Hawke, but Hawke was acting like there wasn't anyone else. She didn't expect Hawke to be overly attached to anyone, but it would be a shame to let a body like that with a talent for sex go to waste. It was Hawke, what had she been thinking.

Isabela thought she might have mentioned someone, but then again they weren't really talking. Mostly they were fucking.

Hawke had always been a bit amorous toward Isabela, but where it once had bothered her she now relished it.

Hawke hadn't stopped from the moment she realized it was Isabela. It was like she needed to hold on to something.

Isabela had barely had a break from Hawke's mouth anywhere, not that she was complaining, but surely Hawke would have been in need of a little attention.

Hawke had most recently pinned her down on the small writing desk under the window. There was light starting to stream in from the outside.

Maker, Isabela thought as Hawke moved her tongue across her slick clit.

They'd been fucking for hours, and neither woman showed any signs that it might end soon.

Eventually, Hawke had finished taking off Isabela's clothes piecemeal until there was nothing left. The desk was too small for any human to really fit on it. Hawke took advantage of the extra exposed skin and raked what very little nail she had down Isabela's back.

Isabela felt herself groan. She didn't care what Hawke was doing, it all felt amazing.

Hawke spread Isabela's folds as open as she could with her hand before covering her with her tongue. She licked everywhere tasting everything. The pace was frenetic, and had an edge of desperation to it but desperation it and that probably made it feel even better.

Hawke slipped two fingers inside Isabela. Isabela was caught off guard by her gruff maneuvering, but simply didn't care getting lost in the sweating, screaming, and slickness of everything. Orgasm after unrelenting orgasm had been building to this for hours.

Isabela's slick walls were clamping down on Hawke's fingers. Isabela was too slick for it to slow Hawke down from the swift stroking pace she had started, but Hawke had been getting closer to letting go herself at Isabela's obvious enjoyment of everything.

It was everything she had missed in bed, with desire, and a familiarity of trust. At least enough trust that no one was getting hurt as long as they were fucking.

Hawke pressed her body against Isabela's. Hawke kept her fingers pulling in and out of Isabela, and added her thumb to massage her hard wet clit as she moved up to kiss her erstwhile lover. Isabela tasted herself on Hawke's lips. She loved the taste of fresh sex, but it had been years since she tasted herself on Hawke's lips.

Hawke was drenched in hard won sweat. Their bodies were slick with it and sex.

Hawke kissed Isabela with more passion than she thought she had left in her life. She kissed the Rivaini deeply, as if she was trying to drink of her soul…if she had one. Hawke managed to convey emotion in the kiss even after all the fucking. Hawke kissed her with whatever love she had left in her.

Hawke's thumb continued to run across Isabela's clit sending little electrical shots of pleasure through her body; Isabela had been building to this for hours. She grabbed hold of Hawke shoulders pressing her body up against Hawke's. The sweat was so hot and slick her body felt vague, which made it all the more fun. Vague or not she was there, fucking her, kissing her, touching her in the most intimate way anyone could.

Of all things, a kiss was the last thing she would have thought that was going to send her over the edge.

This was exactly the type of orgasm Isabela never had. The kind where you just had to let go and trust the other person. She was going to get off either way…the rumbling in her throat gave way to a shriek that caught her a bit by surprise. She knew she was close, she just hadn't thought it was going to be right now.

She didn't care anymore. Isabela let go and let Hawke have her. She could have whatever she wanted. Isabela screamed in pleasure as she let herself go practically laughing that this is what it took. Three years of crap sex and a spurned lover later she was having starting the hardest orgasm she could remember. It had been a while since she was this…Maker, Hawke bit at her neck fucking her harder with her fingers. By all rights it should have hurt by now but it didn't.

Isabela's body was jerking of it's own accord and Hawke clung on to her neck with her lips. Sweat was running down her face, and her arm ached from the angle she was at, but Isabela felt incredible and she wasn't going to break the rhythm at any cost. Isabela was a bit more buxom and soft compared to Hawke's body make of hard muscle and tension. She had missed the way her body felt against her own.

Isabela's world went black for a moment and she choked on the breath she had just taken in. Isabela often gave voice to her orgasm, but this shriek just slipped out. It sounded different, felt different. Her ears were ringing and she clamped down on Hawke's fingers. Isabela's world went from black to covered in white static as she came. Her body was so taunt, and then it just started bucking, just reacting to what she felt.

Hawke felt her coming, but this time it seemed different than most. It was intense, but it was always intense. Hawke looked up at her normally snarky Isabela she had known over the years and it almost looked like it was replaced with a trusting lover. The orgasm felt amazing. And she was seeing sheets of color when she came. She didn't feel that connected to her body, but she felt connected to Hawke, and that was all that mattered.

In that moment she let Hawke take her body mind a soul. She handed over the keys to the house and Hawke took them.

Isabela rode wave after wave of orgasm and realized that loud noise was still her screaming. Tears slipped out of her eyes and she grabbed Hawke holding on to her. Hawke felt everything shift and stopped. She reached around Isabela and pulled her tight.

"I missed you, Bela." Was all she managed to say as she held her. Her pirate queen rode through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Hawke simply held her tight. The sweat was still hot, but it was starting to cool when Isabela rode through the last wave of pleasure.

She wanted to say something to Hawke. What would she say? Hi? It's been along time? I missed you fucking my brains out? Would you like to kiss me now?

Hawke said nothing else; she wrapped the pirate up around her body and carried her back over to the bed. Isabela could have put down her feet and walked, but she tightened her legs hold around Hawke's waist. Hawke pushed her down roughly on the bed. She kissed her slowly, deeply, and deliberately. She pushed the pirate's body to her the slightest bit closer.

Then something changed. Hawke froze for a moment, and pushed herself off Isabela.

Tired Hawke flopped over on her side of the bed. Isabela remembered she always favored the right side of the bed. What an odd thing to remember. The pirate wished she hadn't gone so far away.

She sidled up next to Hawke. Hawke pushed a hard breath out.

"Maybe we should let this go." Hawke said it. The words hung in the air. Isabela was confused.

"Are you kidding? That was the best fuck in a decade." Isabel was incredulous.

"That's the problem." Hawke said wiping the sweat away from her eyes. Hawke ran her fingers through her short cropped messy hair. "It wasn't just a fuck."

***

"Wait. No one walks away from sex that like that." Isabela was having a hard time reacting to competing emotions. "Well most people don't walk for a bit after sex like that." She said half joking. What was Hawke on about? That was the best all around romp she could remember.

"Maybe they should." Was Hawke getting up and getting dressed? Really?

"Hawke." Isabela started softly. She'd loved the way everything was going until now. "I can't let you leave that horny. Imagine what people would say." She purred in Hawke's ear.

"No one I know cares what people say, you least of all." Hawke looked at her for the first time without the lust. There had been a whole lot of hunger covering a whole lot of hurt. Isabela saw it in her eyes before she turned away. The glance was fleeting, but there was much more pain than Isabela would have imagined. For some unselfish reason, she felt bad, and just wanted to hold Hawke and tell her it would all be okay.

But Isabela chastised herself. She knew she was a shit. She knew she was bad for Hawke and always had been.

She just loved the way Hawke made her feel when they were together. She made her feel like more than a back alley fuck. Hawke had never showed any sign of shame or pride when they had been together in Kirkwall. It could have been a friend mentioning it in passing or someone yelling crap from the street. She had just been with Isabela. Isabela had been neither her trophy nor albatross. She showed her genuine affection in bed, and out in public, at least in her own way. Hawke was more private, but she never treated Isabela as anything other than a woman she was happy to be with…and Isabela had run away from Hawke without even a goodbye.

While Isabela had gotten lost in thought, Hawke had gotten dressed. Isabela grabbed clothes and fumbled with putting them on, "Wait." She said to Hawke as Hawke fastened on her sheathed sword.

Hawke didn't turn around. She had built up momentum getting ready and she wasn't going to let anything slow her down.

Isabela put herself between Hawke and the door. Hawke wouldn't go through her, but she started to go around her. The Rivaini placed her back up against the door. "Hawke, wait, here me out."

"There isn't alot to talk about, Isabela. You've seen me at my worst. You just saw me at my worst last night."

"I know. I know I've been a shit. Okay, I've been worse than a shit. I know, I left you alone for the last few years, but I came back. I came back because I missed you." Hawke's eyes had glazed over, she wasn't really listening to her. She was waiting for her to clear the door.

"If what we just had were feelings, I'm okay with it. I'm not accustomed to feelings being fun." Isabela felt her throat synch shut in a painful ache. Tears were welling in her eyes, threatening to spill. Maker, what was wrong with her?

Hawke's gaze snapped to Isabela's eyes. Hawke's watery blue eyes were now like ice, and could cut just as deep. Cold eyes locked on to Isabela's. Underneath the ice was bitter hurt. Hurt Isabela had caused.

"Hawke we've had great times together. We could have great times again." Hawke was damned sexy. Anger just complicated it and made her sexy in a different way.

"I think that ship has sailed, Isabela. When you left…I didn't know it would hurt so much. I know there was nothing we had that was more than…"

Isabela couldn't let her keep talking. Hawke was talking herself right out of the room and Isabela's life. Hawke hadn't completely closed herself off yet. She could still get her to listen to reason or listen to her body.

Isabela rushed to Hawke and kissed the slightly taller woman. Hawke reacted instinctively kissing her back as she had 1,000 times before. While Hawke was distracted she needed to keep her distracted. There had always been a small gap in the armor where she could push her small hand passed it and reach in and stroke Hawke. It wasn't comfortable, but the bit of pain that came with it made it a tab bit more interesting.

Hawke had been fucking Isabela for hours and her body betrayed her excitement at Isabela's touch. She swallowed whatever sound started to come out of her body.

Hawke had wanted a clean exit. She didn't think she could go through this again.

Isabela only got a few simple strokes in before Hawke's body started to react. She was definitely in need of attention. Hawke grabbed Isabela wrist and composed herself. "I should be going. I don't need a pity fuck."

"Is that what you think this is, because that is simply not something I have ever done. And even if I ever had in my life, it wouldn't have been with you." Isabela was close to her. Too close. She could feel her breath on her, and it was almost enough for her to give in right then. "I'll stay with you no matter what, if you ask." Isabela breathed.

"I shouldn't have to ask."

Isabela swallowed hard, and thought about what she was saying. "Then I'll stay with you no matter what." She was searching Hawke's face for forgiveness.

Hawke would eventually give in to lust. She had been Hawke's lover for too long. The woman was near her breaking point when it came to sex no matter how pissed off she was. There was always a chance she could win Hawke back in bed.

"I'll think on it." Hawke managed growl as she pushed Isabela out of the way and toward the main staircase at the Hanged Man. Isabela gave chase and was surprised at how easily Hawke had let her catch up. Then she saw why.

It was a motley group of hodgepodge at one of the larger tables. Merrill was smiling and waving vigorously to her. Next to her was Aveline, who looked anything but pleased, Fenris had never looked pleased, and Anders was next to him. Who thought up the seating arrangement of death. Varric, good humored as always raised a mug, "Champion." He nodded.

"It's so great to see you back. To see you both back together, if you are together. Are you together? I've missed you so much Isabela…and your stories. Well, I've missed your stories too, but not as much as I've missed you, of course. I'm going on and on aren't I."

"Hawke?" Isabela asked.

"We'll finish talking about this later." Hawke said under her breath.

Varric brought over two fresh drinks and put them down on the table. Hawke sat next Aveline, and Isabela followed suit and sat next to Hawke. Without thinking she put her hand high up on Hawke's thigh, as she had often done when they drinking at the Hanged Man.

Hawke either hadn't noticed or hadn't cared. It felt good to be touching Hawke.

In truth, Hawke had noticed when the Rivani had slipped her hand on Hawke's thigh, but she had missed Isabela terribly. Isabela touching her felt familiar, comfortable, and gave her a false sense of stability.

Hawke was pretty sure they were over. Sure Isabela was a great fuck, but there were plenty of those to be found in Kirkwall.

She had almost instantly removed the offending hand from her thigh, but what harm could a little contact do? It did feel nice to be next to Isabela, again. She was almost lulled by the touch for a moment. She had forgotten how much she loved the subtle smell of fresh flowers Isabela often wore on her skin. It was intoxicating. Without thinking Hawke slipped her hand into the small of Isabela's back. Stroking her back, comforting her, as she had always done after a hard day's…well anything: killing, fighting, searching, whatever.

Isabela decided to press her luck and move slightly north to the top of Hawke's thigh. Her hand was definitely retractable, but she wanted to see what Hawke would do.

"So are the two of you back together?" Merrill intoned. "I was just wondering, I know it's been years, but it seems like Hawke has been waiting for something for a longtime. I don't know what it was exactly, but now that your back I wondered if it were you."

"No." Hawke said, but she didn't remove Isabela's hand from her leg. It gave Isabela a desperate last hope.

***

Okay, so I had to write some extended sex. It's Hawke and Isabela; it's what they do.

They are all about the sex, but will either of them give voice to the emotion behind it and what it means?

The angst/hangover chapter is up next…again…and at least a goodbye fuck even if they don't stay together…

Emotion. We'll see if they can agree on it. If not, they can always try again later.