Want to read the backgrounds of our fully developed characters?
Head to NattyWright's page and read "From The Dales To Denerim" to learn more about Lyla and Leliana Mahariel.
For Crystal and Morrigan's polyamorous tale, look for "Spiritual Connection" under SilentStormSociety. (This fic is a Dragon Age/Skyrim crossover)
"Set of course for Ferelden Space. Planet, Ostagar."
Crystal's eyes flickered up toward the beautiful commanding elven captain. She could not have been more honored to be serving under such a ruthless leader. Captain Mahariel had saved both Crystal and Isabela from their prison cells back at Headquarters; and for that alone, she would be eternally grateful.
They had been captured for pirating. Morrigan had argued on their behalf and convinced Lyla they'd be invaluable additions to the crew. They were lucky the elf could see reason. Isabela had jested that secretly the fearless leader had a soft spot for romance and obviously only rescued them to reunite the three women. Whatever the reason, Crystal had silently pledged her undying loyalty to Lyla, and to follow her every order without question.
Reuniting with Morrigan, their third romantic partner, had been a godsend as they had been separated for more than a year while Morrigan worked her way up the Federation ladder. To be working on the same ship with the two women she loved was more than she could have ever hoped for.
"Heading set. Due to arrive tomorrow, mid-day. Permission to be relieved, Captain? Mine and Ensign Cousland's shifts are over and we have… dinner plans." Isabela glanced Crystal's way and added a wink at the end as she mentioned dinner plans. A small half smile pulled at Crystal's lips; no one could make her truly smile like Isabela and Morrigan.
"Bloody hell, is it 0900 hours already? You three sure do have a tosh time for dinner."
"Joys of working the night shift," Isabela responded as she headed for tactical and grasped Crystal by the hand, dragging her toward the turbo-lift. "Night Captain."
As soon as the turbo-lift doors closed, Isabela was all over Crystal. Pushing her against the wall and pressing soft, succulent lips to Crystal's smooth, thin ones. "I've missed you all damn night, love" Isabela breathed as she crashed their lips together a second time. Crystal kissed her back quickly before lightly pushing the sexy pilot away. A laugh escaped the ensign as she said, "I literally work ten feet from you."
"I'm a physical being, love. You know that." Isabela whined.
"Deck two."
The Mess Hall was crowded with crew members eager to get their breakfast before starting the day. Crystal spotted Morrigan at a table near the back window before Isabela did, she grasped the caramel colored hand and led the way toward their partner. Crystal winked at the bard Maryden and got one back as they passed her. Maryden played the lute professionally for the crew during mealtimes which Crystal always loved. She missed the hobby desperately; sometimes she'd play Maryden's lute while the bard took a break. They became fast friends through their love of music.
Crystal leaned down to kiss Morrigan on the cheek before sitting in the seat across from her. Isabela did the same but took the seat beside Morrigan and slung an agile arm around the Lieutenant's shoulders while using her free hand to snatch Morrigan's toast from long, slender fingers before taking a bite. The raven-haired woman seemed unfazed, clearly use to the behavior.
The downfall of working the night shift meant they didn't get to spend as much time with Morrigan as they would have liked. The Chief Engineer, of course, was needed during the day. Morrigan had tried to get them all on the same duty roster, but until Crystal and Isabela could prove themselves to the Captain, they were stuck with night duty.
Having dinner while Morrigan had breakfast was the only time they really got to be together lately. They wouldn't see Morrigan again that day until she was crawling between them at night, completely and utterly exhausted from the long, daunting task of running the engineering bay.
Even then, all they could do was exchange a few lazy kisses, a couple of sluggish gropes before Morrigan was passed out asleep and the other women woke up groggy and readied themselves for their own shifts. They hoped it wouldn't be forever. They had hoped to get some time off soon but with reports of another blight, things weren't looking good.
"Morning my loves, I was beginning to think you weren't going to show. What kept you?" Morrigan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry Morrigan, Isabela got a little handsy in the turbo-lift."
"No more than usual," Isabela quipped.
Crystal caught Morrigan's sultry smile before looking up to the crewmember that approached their table. "Evening ladies, would you mind if I joined you this morning?"
Crystal patted the seat next to her. Aside from her lovers, Krem was her best friend on the ship and one void of a soldier on the field; she trusted no one more at her back than him. The handsome lad with dreamy eyes took his seat and flagged down the cook, indicating they had yet to be served.
Cole rushed over in an instant. "Hello Griffon crew, what can I get for you?"
"Errrr, are you rhyming, Cole?" Krem asked with a puzzled look.
"I did not mean to can't you see? Just sometimes this happens to me!" Cole grabbed the back of his neck and looked at his feet a moment while taking a few deep breaths as he collected himself. He was an odd one to be sure. Crystal didn't know why Lyla brought him on board, perhaps she felt sorry for the misplaced soul, it couldn't be because of his cooking. His food was quite terrible.
Cole cleared his throat before speaking again, "Food for you? And you? And you? Nourishing, reenergizing, nutritious sustenance so you may see the controls you mortals so desperately cling to. Control. Control is what you all desire; it is your power and your flaw and your—"
Isabela held a hand up to stop the pale faced guy from rambling on, "Three more breakfast trays, Cole. Thank you and goodbye." She rolled her eyes as the slim man skittered away and quickly returned with their order.
"Sooo," Krem began, "Any of you get a look at the new bard?"
"Maryden? Fancy her do you? I'm sure Crystal would be more than happy to introduce you. Love is bliss, Krem. Pursue it before it eludes you." Isabela pulled Morrigan in for an alluring kiss after making that statement, causing Krem to drop his jaw wide and gawk at the pair as they tongue wrestled.
Crystal couldn't help the snicker that escaped. She loved Isabela to death and found humor in how she embarrassed the soldier to no end.
"I'd be happy to introduce you Krem, I'll go get her right now." Krem turned redder than the red shoulder pads of Isabela's uniform just then.
A moment later, Crystal returned. "Maryden, I'd like you to meet my friend, Krem. He loves your music. Krem, Maryden."
"I have seen you here before. It is a pleasure to meet you finally, Krem." Maryden smiled a brilliant smile. Her voice was melodic and gazed at Krem affectionately.
"We'll leave you two alone," Crystal said, nodding toward the other two to leave with her. Crystal squeezed Krem's shoulder in reassurance before winking and turning to leave. When she looked back, Krem was holding out a chair, gesturing for Maryden to sit. He was always so chivalrous, a real lady killer. The three women broke out in laughter as soon as they escaped the Mess Hall.
"Have time to walk us home, love?" Crystal asked, hoping she could get a few extra minutes with her most neglected mate.
"Afraid not, my loves. I am already running late. I love you both; I'll see you tonight."
With grumbles, each woman kissed Morrigan goodbye as the Lieutenant headed the opposite direction. Isabela wrapped an arm around Crystal and pulled her close, "Cheer up Crystal. It won't always be like this."
"I know, I just…"
"Really miss her?" Isabela finished.
"Yeah."
"Let's go home, love. We can get you into a hot bath, and I promise to make you forget about her for a little while."
A predatory smile crossed Crystal's lips as they entered the elevator. "Deck three."
The plus side for Isabela and Crystal to be dating a high-ranking Lieutenant was they got to live in the VIP quarters of the ship. Spacious rooms, with roomy beds, and large bathtubs. Once they arrived, Crystal allowed her partner to drag her inside by the collar.
As soon as the doors hissed shut, modesty no longer existed between them. Lips crashed together with a bruising passion as anxious hands expertly tore at the clothes of the other until they were completely stripped bare. Isabela leaped into Crystal's arms and wrapped her legs around her lover's slender waist, knowing the woman was much stronger than she looked. Crystal walked them over to the bed; lips still locked as the ensign lowered Isabela to the mattress while gliding one hand up the pilot's smooth, toned thigh and taking her by storm.