Stale ale and humidity was always the herald to the Hanged Man. Siri could barely pick up the scent of spice, the only person that, even for a little while, could make her forget Anders and the entire onslaught of emotions that came with him. Her relief that Isabela was here was almost embarrassing.
"Kitten," she drawled, sauntering over. "You've come to see me." Siri lifted her face and ignored the pity that met her gaze. Was she so transparent? "Bela," Hawke only hoped that her tone conveyed her desires as she reached for the Rivaini.
"Come along love, I'll nibble all your pain away. Till the only thing you can feel is bliss and that overactive brain of yours is devoid of whatever has put that pout on your beautiful face." Soft pliant lips met Siri's. A nimble hand so like her own wrapping into her short hair and pulling a warm and willing body closer to her own. Her hands fell to Bela's waist delighting in the pliant give of her hips. The frustrated groan the left Siri's lips had the woman in her arms squirming already.
The cat calls reminded her they were in public and she had far too little ale to be feeling that adventurous, she felt too raw. Siri broke the kiss, grinning somewhat sheepishly at the pirate. Isabela's hand remained in her hair, delighting at the shivers that raced down Siri's arms. "I take it you had a bad day."
"Oh I don't know," Siri chuckled. "I'd say that having your worst nightmare drug out from under your bed into reality is good for you. Helps with perspective!" The shaky exhale following that statement conferred more than she would have liked.
"Since you're here and not galavanting off with murder in your eye, everyone's safe as houses now, yes?" Bela mumbled against her neck, nipping lightly at the ever so pale Fereldan skin before her.
Her gaze shifted past Bela to the blonde approaching them. "Of course, but days like this encourages one to drink, heavily, on that note, Varric good to see you."
"Hawke, seems you've got a mind to give half the men in here either a boner or a heart attack. Think you can drink with us a bit before you and Isabela get back to doing... That?" Varric stuttered, either very much captivated by something on the floor or not immune to the display between the two women.
"Best not to let Bianca know we turn you on," Bela teased.
"Bianca and I have an agreement when it comes to you two. We don't talk about it." A mug was placed in her hand as lithe hands wrapped around her waist and dipped below her leather to touch the soft skin of her tummy. Maker those nails left goosebumps wherever she touched.
She took a long pull from the mug anticipating the floaty free feeling the yellow liquid would bring. Numb, yes that's what she wanted, nothing but sated flesh and a silent mind. She settled herself in a chair in Varric's suite. "So, what's the word in Kirkwall? Any good stories to share?"
The dwarf struggled with an answer as Isabela settled herself in Siri's lap and busied herself with nibbling up the rogues neck. "Uh... You're rich now and..." He focused away from the table. "Corff practically accused all Fereldans of being pigeon killers."
Siri scoffed, "When Corff has lived through a Blight he can grumble about killing pigeons. At that point they are food." Issbela's weight felt nice in her lap and she already had one of the pirates gauntlet and gloves off.
Bela grabbed Siri's hand leading it not too inconspicuously to the laughable flap the pirate dared call clothes. Heat built between the two as the darker skinned woman made a tiny noise of want. "Damn Varric and his ale. I want you naked and wet."
"I think Norah's calling for me."
"You can have whatever of me you want, Bela. I'm all yours." Siri purred as those wandering hands made short work of the laces on her leather.
"I'm coming Norah!" The door to Varric's suite slammed closed as the dwarf ran for his life.
Finally alone Siri lifted her charge plopping the pirate on the table, teasing a nipple through the fabric of her tunic. The throaty moan and jerk of her partner was music to her ears. She felt the laces of her trousers loosen and she gratefully stepped between the Pirates legs.
"Always so desperate for me," Isabela keened as Siri forcefully removed the other woman's tunic and began kissing her way down the treasure trail of goodies Bela's skin had to offer. There was a distant thunk and somewhere in her rather occupied brain she wondered just when the pirate had managed to get her boots off.
Siri delighted in the squeal her lover let loose when she lovingly sucked on a dusky nipple, smiling in satisfaction as it rose to meet her tongue. "You're in for a ride tonight Bela, I've got a bit of," she bit down lightly and then blew a gentle breeze to ease the sting, "frustration to work out."
Isabella's hips rose off the table and her hands tangled in Siri's hair. "No one... Told me..." With a wicked smile Siri brought her lips down and suckled Isabella's clit, sweet Andraste, she was already so wet. "It was my birthday," Bela groaned.
Siri chuckled darkly against her sweetest of places, the vibrations drawing a tortured noise from her willing victim. Her hips started rocking gently against Siri's face, the slide of Bela's smooth thighs was more than erotic. Granting the unspoken plea Bela felt two fingers sliding inside. Siri's unoccupied hand found the Pirates breasts and squeezed flicking a nipple along the way.
"Kitten," Isabela moaned. "Don't know what I did to deserve this." Maker she was so close. That was the thing about Hawke though, when you gained her attention, for better or worse, you got all of her attention. The fingers inside her curled against the nicest of places, the slick slide of her digits creating the most wonderful friction within her. Her attention returned to the head between her thighs. Watching Hawke made her skin sing. How Anders avoided Siri's ever so talented hands was beyond her.
She cried out as stars exploded behind her eyelids. Siri's obvious satisfaction at bringing her to a very loud and harsh climax was obvious, especially with the view Isabela had. The tremors started to slow and Siri climbed up her lover practically preening with pride. "And I'm just getting started," Siri mumbled kissing the still panting woman beneath her. Bela wrapped her arms around her present partner delighting in her own taste on Hawke's lips.
Siri's center of gravity shifted and her smirk was replaced with surprise as Bela shifted their positions. "I don't know how he stays away from you."
The impact her words caused was visibly notable in seconds and Isabela didn't have time to lament the loss of fire in Siri's eyes. A sad smile crossed her face and she slowly reached for Bela's neck pulling the other woman down. "You say the sweetest things."
"Shh pet, let me make it better."
Varric didn't get his suite back for a few hours.
