My christmas hangover has gone finally and I'm back in business, thinking and writing in the right language once more (lest my Spanish creep in unintentionally :P). Hope you all had a a good one. Here's the latest installment.
"Lana, don't do this!" Leandra pled, desperately trying not to let her daughter leave by standing across the front door with her arms wide. "There must be another way!"
"There isn't, Mother," Hawke replied solemnly, not meeting her eyes as she tried to pass her unsuccessfully. It was the morning after her meeting with Leliana and she had been on her way to meet her at the Chantry as arranged and pledge herself into the service of the Revered Mother. Leandra however, had thrown her body across the doorway, preventing her from setting foot outside and they had been arguing for twenty minutes now. Lana was going to be late. "Listen to me!" she said, holding both her mother's arms, trying to make her understand. "Sister Leliana told me that the Revered Mother is out to get me. It has nothing to do with Bethany...not yet anyway. If I don't do this then they are going to find out about her sooner or later. I can't let that happen!"
"But working inside the Chantry, darling!?" Leandra fretted, "Why does this Revered Mother want you so badly?"
"I don't know," Hawke admitted. It simply couldn't just be because of her outburst during that ceremony. There must be something else behind it. Leandra watched her daughter think it over. Her mind jumped to the worst conclusion.
"What have you done, Lana?" she breathed, dread rising in her.
Hawke frowned then, taken aback. "What...have I done?" she repeated, confused. Leandra's expression hardened. Something flickered across her eyes...Suspicion perhaps. Or blame.
"You must have done something to bring this down upon us," she said harshly.
"What?" Lana replied, wondering why her mother's worrying had now turned into an accusation all of a sudden. Right now she didn't look the caring mother she had come to know all these years.
"Since you were born Lana, we have had no trouble from the Templars," Leandra replied angrily, shaking her head, "And now look at us! You're father has only been gone for a year and already your wild ways have put us and your sister in a dangerous position."
"I haven't done anything!" Lana replied, feeling her anger rise at the injustice.
"All those drinks at the tavern?" her mother shouted, disgusted. "Getting into brawls? Spouting your mouth off about the Chantry and its barbaric ways? Not to mention doing Maker knows what else with whoever takes your fancy that particular night. It was all bound to catch up with you sooner or later. Maker, no wonder you're not married yet...Prancing around, seemingly without a care in the world."
"Without a care in the world?" Lana repeated in disbelief. "How can you possible think that? I lost my father just over a year ago! Now, at his bequest, I've suddenly become responsible for three more lives including my own, Mother! I have dedicated every day since he passed taking care of you all, putting your needs before mine. How can you judge me for going to the tavern sometimes to unwind when I finally have some time to myself?"
"I just don't know, Lana," Leandra replied with a sigh. "I've heard you tell Bethany that she and Carver mean the world to you. She looks up to you immensely...but I have to wonder sometimes if you even care about her at all."
"Mother!" Bethany cried loudly as she entered the living area, hearing the raised voices of her mother and older sister. She saw the looks on both their faces as Leandra and Hawke stared into each other's eyes as though seeing each other clearly for the first time. Suddenly there was tension in the air. Lana couldn't believe how much words could sting. Bethany forced herself between them like a wedge. "That's not fair," she said gently, staring at Leandra as she glared at her eldest over her shoulder. "I trust Lana with my life. She has always done her best for Carver and I."
"What would you know?" Leandra asked, still not looking away from Hawke. "You're only a little girl Bethany...And your sister has been up to something for months, I can feel it. Because of her we're all in danger."
Lana snorted. "Maker, you know what? I don't need this right now," she said furiously, putting on her coat. She knew that her feelings for Leliana had been distracting her lately, but her mother would never understand if she told her the truth. Maybe Leliana was right. Maybe she doesn't care what I want, only what she wants for me. She kissed Bethany on the cheek, who responded in kind, and then approached her mother once more. "Are you going to get out of my way?" she asked politely, rather than demanding.
Leandra looked her dead in the eye. "Your father appointed you as head of this household on his death bed, Lana," she reminded her, a muscle twitching in her jaw. "If this is what you think you have to do to fix this, then so be it...But I'm warning you now. If anything happens to your brother or sister then I am holding you solely responsible."
A heavy silence followed her words. Lana swallowed hard, staring at the cold eyes that were fixed upon her. Something about this mother-daughter relationship had changed, seemingly overnight.
"You have my word," she replied firmly, giving her a curt nod. "I will keep them safe if it's the last thing I do...Mother."
After a few seconds Leandra stepped to the side and allowed her to leave without uttering another sound. Amazing how her concern had changed to indifference in a matter of minutes. Hawke grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open roughly.
"Lana?" Bethany called out softly. Hawke turned back. Her little sister smiled at her, warming her heart before she ran off into the cold and possibly more danger for the sake of her family. "Thank you."
Lana smirked at her as best she could and gave her a caring little wink before turning her back on them both and beginning to run towards the village of Lothering, her mind still burning with the accusations and warning of her mother.
Sister Leliana leaned against the wall surrounding the Chantry, waiting nervously for Hawke to appear. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that this plan would work as the Revered Mother was that self-important that she would believe herself capable of 'taming' and blasphemer such as Lana. She had spoken of it to her earlier and the woman had seemed rather keen on the idea, impressed with Leliana's persuasion skills and quick solution to the so-called 'problem' of the Templars. No, the real reason Leliana found she was nervous was the prospect of having Lana in such close proximity, day in day out, as she would be from now on. Last night she had taken a big step in admitting her feelings, and Leliana knew she was scared, but the woman was still tricky to keep under control, as flirtatious and daring as ever.
Suddenly Hawke appeared among the crowded morning market-goers and a huge grin appeared on her face. Leliana smiled back, relaxing at the sight of her.
"New robe?" Lana teased as she approached, giving her body a quick scan. Leliana giggled, almost feeling her gaze burn through the heavy Chantry robe as though more interested in what was underneath.
"You're late," she scolded jokingly, her face a little flushed. Lana's grin widened and she leaned in, placing a kiss on her soft cheek, both of them lingering longer than was necessary.
"I'm sure I could think of some way to make it up to you," Leliana heard her whisper in her ear before pulling back. She giggled.
"Back to your mischievous ways then?" she guessed, seeing that twinkle having returned to the woman's eyes once more. Lana smirked.
"You didn't think I was going to still be Miss Sensitive after last night, did you?" she teased, "Sorry Sister that was a onetime thing I'm afraid. I'm more about having fun than talking about feelings you see."
"Then you've come to the right place, haven't you?"
Leliana laughed as both of them turned and faced the Chantry. Hawke snorted.
"Clearly," she agreed, eyeing up the building with dislike. "This is the worst idea I've ever been crazy enough to carry out."
"Aw, are you only doing because you fell in love with me?" Leliana teased cutely.
"Hey! I'm not in love. You just tripped me up and I fell for you. It wasn't my fault," Lana replied, making her laugh.
"Oh, you know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?" Leliana said, shaking her head. Hawke chuckled.
"I try," she said. "Now, shall we get this over with then get to the good stuff?"
"I doubt Sister Clarabelle could be classed as 'good stuff'," Leliana joked.
"Ooo, is that who's going to try to convert me?" Lana asked, her eyebrow rising at the thought. "She's a bit of alright, I suppose. I wouldn't mind having her smite me with the hand of The Maker...or his fist."
"Maker's Breath!" Leliana exclaimed, punching her playfully on the arm. "That's all the fisting you're going to get, Lana Hawke."
"Aw, you Orlesians are no fun!" Lana sniggered, rubbing her arm. "You know I've been told that my sense of humour is too near the knuckle sometimes."
"Only too near?" Leliana repeated, chuckling.
"I know!" Lana replied, feigning offence. "On a good day it's up to the wrist!"
Leliana choked, her hand covering her mouth as she laughed. "Andraste's Grace!" she replied, seeing Lana's wicked grin. "I'm starting to think the Revered Mother's right about you. I think a few moments in the presence of The Maker would do you some good!"
Hawke laughed, "I think I'd have more fun with Andraste, believe me."
Leliana giggled, embarrassed. They both laughed and made their way towards the Chantry, passing two Templars who eyed Lana with suspicion. The heavy door closed behind them, giving Lana an uncomfortable sensation of feeling trapped.
"Maker, is it always so cold in here?" she whispered, shivering as she followed Sister Leliana up the aisle.
"In the mornings just," she replied, glancing back at her grimly, "The candles haven't been lit yet, I'm afraid."
"I could think of a way to warm us up," Hawke joked, her hand slipping discreetly down along the woman's lower back.
"Lana!" Leliana hissed, brushing her off instantly before she reached her destination. "Not here!"
Hawke sniggered and removed it. Maker, she was such a tease!
Leliana pushed open the door on the right of the altar and ushered Lana inside first, giving her a little pat on the behind before following her inside. She saw the woman throw her a cheeky grin before they both approached the desk on the opposite side of the room. The Revered Mother was standing beside it, another sour-looking Chantry Sister at her side who looked like she constantly had a horrible smell under her nose. The smell of repression no doubt, Lana said to herself with a little snort.
"Here she is, Mother," Leliana said with a courteous bow, "Lana Hawke, as you requested."
"Good work, Sister Leliana," the Revered Mother said, eyeing Lana with dislike. "So...Miss Hawke..."
"So what?" Lana replied before she could stop herself. Leliana suppressed a laugh, looking down at her feet. It was worth it to bring Lana here just to hear her 'The Maker can kiss my ass' attitude.
"I see you haven't changed your ways," the Revered Mother continued, angry at her rudeness. "Yet I am told by Sister Leliana that you have decided to accept my offer of a small place her among our Brothers and Sisters."
"That's right," Lana replied, "I guess you could say I've...been a bit of a bad girl, Mother, and that I should be... punished by Andraste."
Leliana heard the hint of a sexual innuendo in Hawke's words and was glad to see she was the only one. Such crass wouldn't be apparent to solid religious types thankfully, and Lana knew this rightly.
"And that you shall be child," the Revered Mother replied, continuing on as though she had heard nothing untoward. "Sister Clarabelle here will be giving you a helping hand along the way."
"How generous of her, but her hands look a little tiny to take me to those places I need to go," Lana replied cheekily.
Leliana snorted with laughter then. She covered her hand with her mouth to hold it in but continued sniggering beneath it. The Revered Mother rounded on her angrily.
"Thank you, Leliana," she said disapprovingly, "You may go."
"Yes, Mother," Leliana managed, turning away and hurrying from the room as quick as she could. She caught Lana's eye on the way out and saw her faint smile before closing the door tightly behind her.
"Now, as I was saying child," The Revered Mother continued, "Sister Clarabelle has offered to allow you to shadow her as she does her work. In doing so you will learn a great deal about respect and honesty in the name of The Maker."
"That's very kind of you, Sister Clarabelle," Lana replied, bowing to her, "However, might I request the services of Sister Leliana, Mother? I think I could learn a great deal more from her instead."
"That's preposterous!" Sister Clarabelle exclaimed, extremely offended. "Leliana is not even a fully-fledged member of this congregation! You know of the stories of her... misdeeds, Mother. Then there's the question of the missing Holy Wine. I know how to spread the Maker's words better than she ever will."
"Wow," Lana replied, immediately disliking her, "That's a lot of hostility from one of The Maker's chosen."
"I agree!" The Revered Mother replied, giving Sister Clarabelle a stern look. She turned back to Lana then and ran a few fingers along her chin, thinking to herself. "You say you will learn more with Sister Leliana's guidance?" she asked, considering her request. Lana nodded.
"Much more," she said earnestly, "Sister Leliana is the only member of this Chantry whom I have respect for, Mother. My sister Bethany has told me of her kindness and compassion for others...and also of her mistreatment by this Sister and those of her brethren in this cloister." She gestured to Sister Clarabelle who looked furious and crossed her arms.
"This is an outrage, I-"
The Revered Mother held up a hand, silencing her. Sister Clarabelle fell quiet, though looking as though she still had plenty to say. Lana waited, her heart beating fast in her chest as the Revered Mother thought for a moment.
"Fine," she relented finally, "You will have what you seek. Sister Leliana will help you to affirm your belief in The Maker, and in doing so find her own redemption."
Lana couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Mother."
"You are to report here every day at twelve until eight to repent your sins with her aid, learn The Chant and help her in any duties she must fulfil in the name of The Maker and His Bride. Understood?"
Lana nodded, "Yes, Mother."
"Good, then you are dismissed. Sister Clarabelle, take this woman to Sister Leliana and inform her of the recent changes to the plan and of her new duties."
Sister Clarabelle nodded reluctantly and threw Hawke an icy stare before exiting the room and holding the door open for her to follow. Lana walked alongside her, feeling the anger reverberate off her. She smiled to herself, feeling rather mischievous all of a sudden.
"You know, I wouldn't have minded you giving me a hand, Sister...but Leliana's finger nails are a little shorter," she joked. Sister Clarabelle eyed her with confusion, having not understood her sexual humour.
"You know, I don't know why the Revered Mother's bothering with trying to convert you, Hawke. I think you'd react better to feeling the back of my hand," she replied as spitefully as she could. Lana chuckled.
"I think the front of your hand might be more effective Sister, but you're right, I'd probably enjoy it too much," she joked, giggling to herself.
"Oh, speak sense won't you?" Sister Clarabelle scolded, not seeing what was so funny. "I hope the Revered Mother knows what she's doing by bringing you here."
"Oh I'm sure she doesn't," Lana replied.
"So am I," Sister Clarabelle spat, glaring round at her. "I'll be keeping my eyes on you, Hawke, mark my words."
Lana smiled at her, "And you can bet I'll be keeping my eyes on you too, Sister," she said, glancing down at her body fleetingly. She's not a bad looker at all.
Leliana was bent over, watering a few of the plants outside as they approached. Lana's eyes immediately left Sister Clarabelle and became transfixed on her round behind.
"Or maybe not," she muttered to Sister Clarabelle, already distracted by the Orlesian woman's perfect figure. Maker, Leliana definitely wins in that department.
Leliana stood up and turned to meet them. She smiled kindly at Sister Clarabelle, avoiding Lana's eyes lest she make her laugh in front of her peers again.
"How can I help?" she asked brightly.
"This blasphemer requested your help instead, for all the good it'll do," she informed her in a dulcet tone, "Your new duties from the Revered Mother are to show her around, listen to her confessions and teach her The Chant from twelve to eight every day...That's if you can even get it right by yourself."
"I'm sure I can manage," Leliana replied colder now, sick of the Sister's condescending attitude towards her.
"If you say so," Sister Clarabelle replied, rolling her eyes, "I'll be waiting for you to fall on you face as usual though, like every other trivial task you have been assigned."
Leliana's head dropped as Clarabelle laughed mockingly. Lana's face became furious then.
"You know, you're very cocky for someone who has never had one before," she joked. Leliana chuckled and looked up then, seeing Lana standing with her arms folded and a huge, cheeky grin on her face as she squared up to Sister Clarabelle. "You do have a large stick up your ass I suppose, but that still doesn't give you the right to talk to people like they're a piece of shit."
"Watch your tone, Serah Hawke," Sister Clarabelle warned, "Or I shall have you reported for indecency when you are inside these walls."
"Watch how to talk to my mentor," Lana countered, "Or I shall have you bound and gagged, hanging naked from the rafters. Then how would you spread your precious Chant?"
Sister Clarabelle's retort caught in her throat as she realised Hawke was no longer joking. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that the threat was real. "Enjoy your stay," she snarled, "I expect you won't be here long mind you." She turned away.
"Just long enough to annoy you!" Hawke called after her as she walked away in a rage. Lana chuckled and turned back to Sister Leliana then. "You know, I think I'm going to have fun working here."
Leliana chuckled, "Thank you for that," she said, brushing her red hair behind her ear looking sad. "She's been not at all nice to me since I've came here, and the others tend to follow her lead."
"Well, not anymore," Hawke said, "Not now that I'm here to make inappropriate jokes and to keep you out of trouble. Come on," she took her hand, smiling at her reassuringly. "Let's go for a walk now that I have my permission slip."
Leliana giggled and stared up at her. "How ever did you manage to wrangle that one?" she asked in amazement. Lana winked and led her away towards the river.
"I suppose I was honest for once in my life. You really are the first member of the Chantry who I've had any respect for."
The day grew steadily into darkness as the hours rolled by in Ferelden. The bitter coldness of the night before had been replaced with a gentle breeze, and an essence of warmth had crept in as winter made its way out. Leliana walked Lana to the mountains on the outskirts of the village after their first Chantry session together, wanting to spend as much time as possible with her now that they were no longer being watched by Templars.
"Are you ever going to show me where you live?" she asked, linking arms with her, not afraid to be close now that they were outside of Lothering and away from prying eyes. Lana hesitated. She could only imagine the look on her mother's face if she brought home a Chantry Sister after their argument this morning.
"My family are very private," she lied, trying to avoid the truth. "My mother likes her space away from visitors and such. It wouldn't be right for me to take that away from her."
Leliana's face fell, "Oh," she replied, knowing there was more to it but not wanting to pry, "I'm sorry. It's just...I would have liked to call on you one day."
Lana smiled down at her. She stopped then, holding Leliana's face in her hands. "I would have loved that," she said, sighing, "But I'm afraid of my family finding out about us...about me."
Leliana sighed. "You know, you should tell them, Hawke," she whispered, touching the hand on her face, stroking it gently. "Tell them before someone else does. You haven't exactly been discreet with your affairs. They're bound to find out sooner or later, no?"
Lana released her and walked away a few paces. She sat herself down on the long grass and exhaled, leaning back on her arms and looking up at the stars. Leliana smiled sympathetically and walked over to her, settling herself down beside her and putting her arm around her. Lana rested her head on her shoulder, snuggling in closer to her.
"I think my father knew," she said sadly, daydreaming into the night as his face appeared in her mind. She felt Leliana's arm tighten around her, her hand rubbing her bicep. The woman's warmth was so comforting she felt she could fall asleep right in this very spot.
"He found out?" Leliana ventured gently.
"Oh no, nothing like that. I hadn't started sleeping with women at that point. I'd already had my first experience with a man though, but found it wasn't to my liking. My thoughts were constantly clouded with women that I was probably just that obvious," Lana said, smiling as she remembered how awkward she used to get around attractive ladies. "It was just the way he used to stick up for me in front of my mother when she mentioned marriage. I don't know...Maybe I was imagining it, not wanting to feel so alone...But I'm sure he at least suspected it. If he was still alive...I don't know, maybe I would have considered coming out..."
Leliana smiled and kissed her on the head. "I'm glad you had him through that, however distantly," she said, "You must miss him greatly. I know Bethany does."
"She speaks of him to you?" Lana asked, lifting her head and looking up at her. Sometimes she heard her little sister crying at night after his death but she had never once mentioned it to her. Leliana nodded.
"It's true," she said, "She often compares him to you. You mean a great deal to her, Lana. She's a very sweet girl."
Hawke smiled. "She's the best little sister anyone could ever ask for," she replied chuckling silently as Bethany's cute face appeared in her mind, warming her heart. "It's her and Carver's seventeenth birthday tomorrow. I'm sure she'll come with me to the Chantry to see you."
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Leliana exclaimed excitedly, "I saw this lovely pair of shoes in the market earlier that I would like to get for her."
Lana chuckled, "That's settled then!" she said happily, "I just got her a new journal yesterday when I was shopping. I think she'll like your present better though. I was never really much good with such things."
"What about your brother?" Leliana asked interestedly. "What did you get him?"
"A sword," Lana replied, remembering how much it had cost. "He's easier to buy for, a bit more like me in that department. It's a good one too. He's wanted one for a long time now. I swear he's better than half the King's Army and he's only turning seventeen."
Leliana chuckled, "I wonder where he get's that from," she teased, "I've never met him before. What's he like?"
Lana snorted, "Let me see how I can describe this..." She thought for a moment. "Carver's a little pest," she finally said, making Leliana laugh."He is my friend and my bitterest rival, my confidant and my betrayer, my sustainer and my dependent, and scariest of all, almost my equal on the battlefield."
Leliana's eyes widened. "Wow...he sounds nothing like Bethany."
Both of them laughed.
"He's not," Lana said, "Bethany's the complete opposite. She was born with grace and a brain in her head, whereas Carver is as subtle as a Qunari and as blunt as a Dwarven maul."
Leliana laughed musically and lay herself back on the grass, bringing Lana with her. She held her in her arms, staring into her brown eyes seeing the reflection of the night sky in them. Lana stroked her cheek, breathing in her flowery scent. She felt Leliana's hand caress her side as the two of them lay side by side, centimetres apart.
"Do you ever think your life would be better if you weren't who you were?" she asked, watching her finger run along Leliana's soft jaw line. Leliana's gentle sigh tickled her face.
"Sometimes," she answered truthfully, "I did a lot of things I'm not proud of. I thought The Maker was punishing me up until I met you. Now I think he has put me on this path for that reason."
Lana smiled and looked into her eyes. "Are you saying I'm a gift from The Maker?" she teased. Leliana chuckled.
"I'm saying you're so much more," she said, "I just wish we didn't have to hide it."
"Me too," Lana echoed, "Somehow I don't think the Chantry would appreciate your methods of teaching me the Chant though. I'm sure my yelling, "OH MAKER!" as I climax isn't the type of worship the Revered Mother had in mind."
They both laugh together, feeling the other shake gently in their arms. Leliana ran a hand through Lana's brown hair.
"Where were you a few months back when I needed you most, Lana?" she wondered, staring into her eyes, "If I had of met you sooner then maybe I wouldn't have gotten myself into this mess in the first place."
Lana could see her pain. "Are you ever going to tell me what happened...How you ended up here?" she asked, having heard Leliana refer to her life a few times before this but never elaborating. She exhaled, wondering where to begin.
"I was betrayed, Lana," she said, her voice cracking. Hawke heard her swallow, overcome with memories. "By Marjolaine, my mentor...and my lover..."
Lana's mouth fell open, "Maker's Breath...Leliana..." she breathed. Her fingers caressed the woman's cheek as tears built in her blue eyes. "Did you...Did you have to kill her?"
Leliana took a deep, shaky breath. "No," she replied hoarsely. "I...Can we talk about something else, Lana?" she asked, evasive. Every time she imagined her last conversation with Marjolaine her whole body felt like it was cracking into tiny pieces. The woman was still out there somewhere, biding her time. It wouldn't be long before she struck again, all because Leliana couldn't take that final blow, still feeling something for her despite everything she had done. Only Lana's arms around her were holding her together right now.
"Of course," Hawke said, understanding. She could see how tortured Leliana was by the memories of her past. "I don't want to push you, Lel...Just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk."
Leliana smiled. "Thank you," she whispered, "But if I never talk about what happened to me again let's just say I'll be more than content. There are just some things that no one will ever understand about the life I shared with that woman...What I felt for her..."
Not knowing how to respond and seeing Leliana didn't want to continue, Lana leaned in and kissed her gently, a subtle hint of her tongue brushing along Leliana's pink lips. It worked, distracting her instantly.
"What do you feel now?" she whispered, their mouths hovering inches apart. Leliana's breathing quickened. Without reply she leaned in and pressed her full weight on top of Lana, pinning her back to the grass and kissing her full on the lips passionately. Their chests rose and fell together as they both became caught up in the moment, rolling around several times before one of them gained dominance. Leliana pressed Hawke down onto the partially wet grass and continued kissing her deeply. She slid her hand up the inside of Lana's leg blindly, her slender fingers then beginning to caress the woman's centre through her breeches, getting an encouraging moan in response.
"Here?" she asked breathlessly, breaking their kiss, a little uncertain and semi-conscious of the fact that they were both lying in the dirt on the mountainside and anyone could be travelling this direction. "Are you sure? I don't want to rush you after...everything..."
"You don't need permission, Lel," Lana replied holding her cheek, feeling an indescribable longing in her body. She knew that she was trying to protect her after she had opened her heart for the first time in her life, but Lana knew what she wanted in that moment. She pulled Leliana's lips towards hers again, kissing the woman's smile and demanding her attention once more. Leliana slid her hand up under her shirt then and along Lana's tense abs, feeling them tense up as she tickled along the soft, skin that stretched across them. Her palm slithered up along one of Hawke breasts, feeling the woman's own adventurous reach grab her ass and pull her closer, making her groan with desire. The heavy Chantry robe restricted her from going any further however, much to her disappointment, and Lana found herself very much under the control of Leliana's more than capable hands.
Throwing her head back on the grass instead, Lana decided to give in as Leliana's tongue began to brush along her exposed collarbone and her touch began to travel south again. The woman's slender fingers slipped under the waistband of her breeches and past a thin line of hair before sending her body into tiny spasms as they began to massage her throbbing womanhood that had been left untouched for months.
"Leliana..." Lana gasped, closing her eyes and losing herself completely, allowing the woman's magical fingertips to send her off into a fit of pleasure and arousal with their massaging, circular motions. She heard a faint giggle from Leliana somewhere nearby, in between the woman leaving a wet trail of kisses down along her partially exposed breast and in between her cleavage, visible above the low neckline of her shirt. The sensation's rippling through her body were ten times better than any sex she'd experienced with other women in the past. Leliana was definitely a natural. Her tongue was a gift from Andraste.
Suddenly the rebellious Chantry Sister slipped two, moist fingers inside of her. Lana moaned erotically, unable to believe that this was finally happening again. She hadn't slept with anyone since Leliana all those months ago and thoughts of their first night together had tortured her dreams ever since. Leliana's sweet mouth demanded her attention once more as her thin fingers curled inside her, then out, taking her breath away as they hit their spot over and over just has they had done the first time.
"Maker..." Lana gasped, unable to control herself.
Leliana breathed seductively above her, sliding her fingers in further, feeling herself become aroused as she listened to Lana's soft moans of ecstasy. As soon as she felt her body contract underneath her she relaxed on top of her and retracted her hand from under the woman's breeches, seeing she had reached her limit. It was a lot harder to do this properly clothed. She exhaled, feeling Lana's warm arm tighten around her midsection and rested her head down on her semi-bare chest below her, feeling Lana's full, pointed breasts cushion against her face.
"Next time...we do this..." Lana breathed, staring up at the night sky, "Promise me you won't...wear that damn robe again...It's a bloody nightmare trying to get into it."
Leliana chuckled, knowing she had kept her sexually frustrated because of the restricting heavy Chantry get-up she was wearing. It was intentionally made to encourage people to be chaste and virginal. Even the last time Lana had had some difficulty in stripping it away to get at the perfectly formed body underneath. Considering that Hawke, of all people, could do nothing more than grab her ass this time, Leliana had to say that the robe did indeed seem fit for its purpose, much to both their dismays.
"I'm sorry," she apologised, thumbing at Lana's pointed nipple that was sitting upright under her thin shirt. She heard another soft moan escape the woman. "And may I also suggest something...?"
"Of course..." Lana breathed, enjoying the sensation. Leliana looked up at her, a cheeky smile playing on the corner of her lips.
"Let's do it in a bed next time, no?" she said, "It's much more comfortable and not nearly as dirty..."
"Clean sex?" Hawke joked. "Sounds a little boring."
Leliana chuckled.
"Well, not exactly, but dirty in a better way...Trust me."
Hawke sniggered and laid her head back onto the grass again, smelling the soil wafting up from Leliana's red hair from their brief tussle in the grass. Truth be told her back was starting to hurt a little, feeling a stone jab into her spine uncomfortably where she lay.
"Agreed," she replied finally. A bed wouldn't be such a bad idea right about now.
