Aveline

Aveline's lips felt just like the rest of her – hard and angular, yet with a softness you wouldn't expect upon first glance. It took Hawke a moment to kiss her back, she was so taken by surprise. She had been attempting to help the guard captain tell the man she was sweet on that she was sweet on him, but it had backfired somewhat spectacularly, and now they were back in the captain's office. And instead of wallowing in her own self-pity, Aveline was apparently coping with it by attacking Hawke with her lips and tongue.

The guard captain had taken Hawke by the shirt and pushed her into the desk, practically hoisting her up onto it in her enthusiasm. And "enthusiastic" was definitely the right descriptor to use. Aveline had her tongue in Hawke's mouth immediately, her hands finding the woman's hips and gripping them tightly. Hawke barely had a moment to let out a yelp beforehand, and only now was responding, twining their tongues together while her own hands travelled down the guard captain's unyielding armor plating, seeking the softness underneath. She couldn't deny that she had wanted this for a long time, even as she knew it could affect their strong friendship.

"Aveline!" She gasped as she pulled away, catching her breath. "What is this? What about Donnic?"

The woman practically growled, pawing at Hawke's shirt, clearly trying to find the ties. "Isn't this what you do to feel good? Don't you yourself say that it doesn't always have to be about feelings? I'm in love with Donnic. That's not what this is, Hawke."

"But I- oh!" Aveline had found the ties to her shirt and yanked the front of it open, her eyes gleaming at the bound breasts revealed to her.

She flicked her eyes back to Hawke's. "Hawke. I know you want this. You've been hinting at it for years. And your hints are far from subtle."

"Well, can you blame me? I'm not subtle in my hints anymore." Really, Aveline was the most obtuse woman alive when it came to the finer aspects of flirtation, given her experience that day of trying to help her woo Donnic.

The guard captain glared, her hands stilling upon Hawke's breast-band. "Are you really going to argue right now? If you don't want it, the door is over there." Hawke saw a flash of fear, disappointment. Suddenly, Hawke realized that this wasn't necessarily about wanting Hawke desperately – it was about feeling good with a friend, someone who would take her as she was and not judge her the next day.

Hawke was still and silent for a moment before flinging herself forward, capturing Aveline's lips with her own and allowing the redheaded warrior to delve her hands past Hawke's breast-band. Warm hands fondled her, pushing her clothing aside as the warrior's lips and tongue danced along her throat. But after a few minutes had passed, it was clear to Hawke that Aveline was going no further without further prompting.

Pulling back, she caught her breath for a moment before asking the question. "Everything alright?"

Aveline's face, flushed from their kissing, flushed further, turning a bright red. "I…" Her eyes shifted, her brows knitting. "I have not been with a woman. Only with Wesley…"

Hawke could almost laugh. She smiled for a moment, holding back a giggle, having to rush to explain her mirth when Aveline's frown turned from uncertainty to hurt and anger, her hands disappearing from Hawke's skin. Hawke captured her by the wrists and almost shouted, "Wait! Just let me explain." Slowly, not taking her eyes off Aveline's, she guided the woman's hands to her trousers. Undoing them together, she whispered, "I promise, it will come to you. It should at least be familiar terrain."

Undoing the front of the guard captain's trousers as well, she reached in, and together they felt each other's wetness, gasping before kissing each other once more. Aveline found her rhythm very quickly, and soon they were gasping and moaning, kissing fiercely until Hawke started to buck against her friend's hand. Coming down from her peak, she gave a few expert strokes of her own, sending Aveline careening over the edge. A few minutes and some exhausted panting later, she started to laugh.

"Well," she breathed, removing her hand from Aveline's waistband and lazily redoing the woman's trousers. "That was… lovely." The guard captain grinned, a guilty look that said she'd enjoyed it tremendously, despite her constant criticizing of both Hawke and Isabela for the casual sex they both often had. Hawke was about to say something smart to that effect when a knock sounded at the door.

Aveline's face flushed red once more, her eyes wide as she called out. "One moment!" Hawke began redoing her shirt, leaving the breast-band around her waist for the moment. Aveline walked her to the door, and Hawke passed a confused-looking Donnic as she left. Grinning to herself, she left them alone. Hopefully, Aveline would be able to get her feelings out now that she'd had some relief of tension. And hopefully Donnic wouldn't be able to tell what had just happened in that room…