4

Isabela didn't know a lot about the girl she was working for. Except, of course, for the fact that Isabela found her incredibly attractive. In six months, she'd learned only the most basic information about the apostate from Ferelden.

Of herself, Hawke didn't say much. She didn't drink, she didn't flirt, she didn't do anything of interest at all, really. If Isabela had been told that Hawke was a Chantry sister, she would not have been surprised. Of course, then the challenge to see what was up her dress would have been even more irresistible, so it was probably for the best.

They were scouring the track to Mount Sundermont, on a ridiculous hunt for a lost amulet. "The reward is 3 gold sovereigns, well worth it" Hawke had insisted.

Varric was with them, seemingly just as unimpressed with Hawke's money making scheme. But, she had promised them a sovereign each if they helped her find it, so the two rogues begrudgingly trekked along the rocky path with her. They both fell in step behind the mage, equally enthralled by the view of those swaying hips.

Isabela was a pirate to the core, and the only that reason she had agreed to this wild goose chase, was because she liked booty - both kinds. Hawke's was first class, and would make quite a notch on Isabela's bedpost. She could take the swaying no longer, and decided it was time to test the waters.

"You're a very pretty girl, Hawke. Varric, don't you think Hawke is pretty?"

Varric shot Isabela a curious look, and she gave him a cheeky wink. "Yes, Hawke is beautiful, for a human."

Hawke gave a quizzical glance over her shoulder, and slowed her pace. "Umm… thank you Isabela, that is kind of you to say."

"But you already knew that, didn't you Hawke? Pretty girls always know that they're pretty."

Hawke paused slightly. "Why are you asking me? You're a pretty girl, do you know that you're pretty?"

Isabela smiled mischievously behind the mage's back. "So… you think I'm pretty?"

Hawke kept up her slow pace, keeping her back to Isabela. "Yes, I think you're pretty. Because you are pretty."

"Hmm… that's good to know" Isabela said victoriously, openly staring at the delicious set of legs in front of her.

"Is there a joke that I'm missing here?" Hawke asked nervously. A lot of Varric and Isabela's banter went over the head of the inexperienced Fereldan.

"Ignore her Hawke, she's just trying to confuse you… and me!" Varric interjected.

"Have you ever had a woman, Hawke?" Isabela continued, while Varric spluttered uncomfortably beside her.

Hawke was silent for a moment, and Isabela thought that she was going to ignore the question entirely, and spoil Isabela's fun. "You mean… in bed?" she asked quietly.

The question brought a smile of delight to Isabela's lips. "Yes, sweet thing, in bed. The fact that you even had to ask that has answered my question."

"Umm… No. I've never had a woman in bed."

"That's a shame, Hawke. Women are so much more fun in the sack than men. You have had a man, haven't you, Hawke?"

Varric's cheeks went slightly red, and he ran his hand through his slick, sandy blonde hair. "Okay Isabela, you've had your fun, now leave the kid alone."

"Be quiet, Varric. Hawke and I are having girly talk. So, where were we, sweet thing? Oh, that's right. Are you a virgin?"

She caught a glimpse of the side of Hawke's cheek, and saw that the young mage was blushing furiously. She was shy. Isabela liked shy. So much more rewarding when you finally get a shy girl on her back, moaning and begging for more.

"No, I'm not a virgin. I have had a man."

"Just the one?" Isabela asked, trying to get another look at those blushing cheeks.

Hawke cleared her throat. "Yes. Just the one."

"Did you love him?"

Hawke paused uncomfortably, before answering. "He was a good man. He was very dear to me."

"Did you break his heart, Hawke? You look like you're a bit of a heartbreaker…" Isabela was enjoying this game. She didn't realise that Hawke would be so open to playing. She would have started it months ago, had she known.

"No, I didn't break his heart. He marched to Ostagar with the rest of the soldiers. He never returned" Hawke explained, only letting her voice betray the slightest emotion.

And just like that, Isabela's game ended. There were perils to playing with people who had just escaped a Blight.