Author's Note: God, I hate school. Can one of you take me from it? Anyways, this is a short one but I'm planning more. Hey, Stormy, if you're reading this, I'm sorry for not contributing to the group but school fucking sucks. I still need to talk to you about OITNB. R&R

"How did you even find this place?" I asked the tan woman who was making herself very much at home on my couch.

Her arm was on the back of the couch, conveniently behind Leliana's head.

Her outfit was a bit less cleavage than the club but not by much.

"I've got a man at the Hanged Man that knew you, Sweetness. Varric gave me your address," she said lazily.

Her voice sultry and sexy.

I felt a tugging in my lower belly. I noticed that I felt my heart pull for Leliana but my groin for Isabela.

Glancing over at Leliana, her eyes caught my attention. They were looking at Isabela but not in the way I expected, but more like a warning. Isabela didn't seem to give any indication that she saw it as she was staring at me the entire time.

"You've come for the boots, yeah? I'll get them for you," I rose from my position on my armchair.

I walked across the room to grab them and as I bent down, I looked back, spotting two pairs of eyes glued onto my ass. I hastily straightened and casually pulled my very short shorts down a bit, attempting to cover up.

"I'm here for the show," Isabela said, looking me up and down, biting her lip. She looked at Leliana. "Did she 'Arl your Eamon'? 'Explore your Deep Roads?' Maybe 'pampered your Paragon?'"

Leliana blushed and looked down. The woman was impossible.

"Not yet, thank you very much," the words slipped through my mouth. My eyes grew wide and my eyes veered to the blue.

Our eyes met and I braced for anything.

She winked and returned her gaze to the bronze woman who was looking interestedly between the both of us.

Isabela had a glint of knowledge in her eyes, like she planned this or something.

I handed the leather boots to her, allowing my fingers to brush hers for reasons I couldn't fathom.

She smirked and the golden orbs told me everything that she wanted me to know.

Isabela stood up and seemingly hugged me. Her breasts covered mine I delicious weight. She leaned in to whisper in my ear, "If you want to have fun, I have a room at the Hanged Man. You have my number. Take care of her." She backed off to say in a normal voice, "Well, there are drinks to be drank. See you , Kitten," to me, "Maybe later, Sweetness."

With that, she waltzed out of my apartment.

I returned to my spot, resting my head on Leliana's thighs.

"You know I didn't mean it like that, right?" I said with my eyes closed, revelling in the feeling of her fingers combing my hair.

"I do. I know that it's true, also," she said, her voice like velvet. The cadence of her voice and her words calmed my fast-beating heart.

That's when the idea slammed its way into the forefront of my brain.

"We haven't been on a date. Well, that is, unless you say yes to tonight," I said nonchalantly, pretending to be as uninterested as can be.

I didn't have to look to know a grin was on her face.

"I don't know. There's a lot of work to be done." Great, she was being coy now.

I smirked at her and shot up, twisting and pinning her to the couch, laughing at her indignant squeal.

I kissed her briefly. Our lips met and as I pulled away, she moved her face with mine, trying to continue the kiss. I waited for her eyes to open and said, "Will you go on a date with me tonight?"

She smiled and nodded. I bent down to kiss her again, releasing her hands as I did and cradled her face, feeling her hands wrap into my hair.

I sucked her lower lip into my mouth, dragging my teeth against it as I pulled away.

"Our date is at eight. I'll pick you up," I rose up off the couch, "Now, I have to get ready for a date."

She rose with me, grabbing my head in her hands and smashing her mouth into mine. "At 8, then," she said and lazily walked away to my room, grabbing my sweats and putting them on and grabbing her clothes.

She sauntered to my table and I saw her write something on a sticky note with a Sharpie and stick it to the surface of the wood.

With a wink, she left me.

I laughed to myself. Why had I thought this was going to be hard?

Then it flooded my brain.

Maker, why did I have to ask myself that question?

I made a mental pro and con list.

Cons:

She was my boss

My best friend

Out of my league

Four, five, six, seven, eight the list went on.

Pros

My best friend

She knows me better than anyone

I know her better than anyone

Four, five, six, and although the list wasn't as long, it secured my decision. A smile returned to my face in full force and I hopped up.

I whooped and pumped my fists in the air, jumping around.

I won't admit it, but seems like it'd look like a tribal dance or someone stepping on hot coals.

I assume it was very loud as my neighbor came down and knocked on my door.

"Dear, can you keep it down? It's like a herd of broncos down here," said Vivienne.

That woman scared me. She was like a viper but without all the cuddliness.

"Of course, Vivienne. I will be quiet. I apologize," I said with a sheepish look. I'd rather avoid a war before my date.

She smiled knowingly and left me to close the door.

I scrunched my nose and looked at the clock.

I had six hours before the date.

I stripped myself of my clothes and hopped into the shower, reveling in the heat of the water cascading over me. Time was on my side.