Hawke had never been so ready for the weekend. The last few days had been a blur, getting Bethany ready for her transfer to Ferelden, comforting her mother throughout the process.

It was the third day. Cullen still had not phoned.

When Varric phoned her near the end of her shift, she had been relieved to be given something else to think about.

Now, they were spending the Friday evening on Varric's back deck, admiring the fence he had finally finished. Young Theron was playing in the grass with Tali, who patiently let the small child climb all over her.

Varric had been spending more time with his son. It seemed Merrill had spoken to him about his absence. She was at one of her first birth observations. She was absorbed with her new career path and Varric tried to accommodate her.

Varric was trying to tell Hawke about his thoughts for the final installment of his current series. It was still a few years off, but he was thinking ahead, trying to tie it all together.

"It's a blessing," Varric said, sipping his beer, "Since Daisy has been out so much, I find I'm getting more work done after the little tyke goes to sleep."

"I guess you weren't getting much work done being out all the time," Hawke said passively, darting a quick look at Varric before turning her gaze back to the child and the dog.

"I should have guessed Merrill would have told you."

"Varric, if this is all too much, you know we're always here to help. I think Mom loves Theron more than she loves me half the time."

Varric paused, opening his shirt slightly in the summer heat, then turned back to Hawke.

"I'm saying this only because I know you were worried about me," Varric said quietly, "But I wasn't drinking."

"What were you doing?" Hawke asked.

Varric smirked slightly, "That's not my secret to tell, Hawke. I made a promise."

"So what changed? Why did you stop?"

"My son needs me," Varric said, putting down his beer on the wooden deck, "That's why."

They heard someone open the door in the front of the fence, and they both turned to see Isabela, demurely dressed in jean shorts and a black t-shirt, wave at them.

"Hope it's okay to let myself in," she said, "Your Mom told me you were over here. I thought I would join the babysitting party."

"We can't spend every Friday night at gay bars," Hawke teased.

"Why not? We can bring the kid along," Isabela winked, rushing forward slightly to scoop him up in her arms. He laughed a little, nuzzling his nose against Isabela's. She spun him around slightly, Tali spinning trying to follow Theron.

Hawke felt her heart pang slightly and Varric stood, coughing slightly. "All right, Tee, it's time for all good boys to go to bed."

Theron frowned and muttered, "No."

Varric rolled his eyes, "You have to learn one word, and that was the one you picked."

"Merrill told me he learned a few Dalish words as well," Isabela added, carrying him over to his father.

"Well that doesn't help me much, does it? He can have a conversation with his mother and only tells me off," Varric grumbled, taking his son into his arms. Theron looked up at him with a smile and the scowl wore off Varric's face.

"I know," Varric said, "You're cute. I can't stay mad at you. You ladies are all right for a little bit while I put him to bed?"

"I think we can handle ourselves," Isabela said.

"Don't set my yard on fire," Varric warned, walking back into the house, Tali in tow behind him.

"How have you been?" Hawke said, trying to seem relaxed.

"How have I been?" Isabela laughed, "Is that all I get for being a complete twit?"

"Well, I didn't want to say so," Hawke joked awkwardly.

Isabela knelt down beside Hawke's chair, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to say it over the phone and then with everything with Anders and your sister…it seemed like a terrible time to say it. But…there it is. I care about you, you know that."

"I know," Hawke said softly, "But you didn't have to run away."

"You know my past," Isabela said quietly, "This isn't easy for me, but I'm sorry I took that out on you. I want…I want to try things with you. But I have a few ground rules."

"Okay," Hawke said, her heart fluttering slightly.

"I can't be monogamous. My livelihood depends on it. There's no talk about the future. We live each day and we figure it out from there," Isabela said, "And finally…there's no talk of love. Ever."

"Do you think any of that can change?"

"Maybe," Isabela admitted, "But not any time soon."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yes," Hawke said, leaning over to kiss her, "I can work with that."

Isabela kissed back, holding Hawke's face in her hands tenderly.

"You want to get out of here?" She asked quietly.

"Maker, yes," Hawke groaned.

oOoOoOoOo

They had barely said goodbye to Varric as they ran to Isabela's car. Hawke could barely keep her hands off her as Isabela drove, her hand creeping in between her thighs, feeling the pulsing heat of her sex.

Isabela led Hawke up to her apartment. She lived fairly close to her old place, only a few blocks from the Hung Man. During the elevator ride up, they purposely stood apart, watching each other lustfully as the bell sounded each time they went up a floor.

By the time Isabela was unlocking her door, Hawke was running her hand up her shirt, cupping her breast underneath her bra. Isabela tried to hide her grin as she opened the door and pulled Hawke inside.

They made it barely inside the entrance before they started tearing off each other's clothes. Isabela smirked, unzipping Hawke from her police uniform.

"You're going to need to come home in that more often," she purred.

Undressed, naked before each other, Isabela pushed Hawke against the wall, kissing her fiercely as a hand snaked in between her thighs. Hawke moaned as Isabela slipped two fingers inside, stretching her, stroking lightly, as Isabela kissed up her neck, coming to rest by her ear.

She whispered in Hawke's ear, "I couldn't stop thinking about this. Every day, I would want to be inside of you again."

Hawke moaned, her own hand reaching for Isabela, and to her surprise, Isabela opened her legs slightly, letting Hawke touch her outer lips. Hawke let out a surprised moan, feeling the delicate folds, wet with arousal. She looked up, seeing the pleased look on Isabela's face.

Isabela quickened her strokes, her other hand reaching around to cup Hawke's ass, pulling her thigh around her waist. Hawke held Isabela closer with her free hand, her forehead resting against Isabela's shoulder as she began stroking her swollen clit. Isabela laughed slightly, kissing Hawke's neck.

Hawke felt that same sensation growing in her belly. She had tried to replicate it since then, a few feeble attempts in the dark. But here, with her…

Isabela started panting. Hawke had speed up without realizing it, and looking upon Isabela's concentrated face, she wanted to make her feel it too.

With one finger inside her and another outside, Hawke stroked harder, her lips coming up to Isabela's ear and whispered, "Please."

Isabela cried out, her legs shaking and Hawke held her tighter, her nails digging into her back, and she pounded into her. Isabela tried to speak, but all that came out was a moan as she held onto Hawke.

Hawke felt her shake, the throbbing of her sex increasing, and the lovely fresh arousal that smelt of piss and honey.

Isabela gasped, kissing Hawke as she came down. But for Hawke, this was not enough. Hawke took her leg from Isabela and picked her up, carrying her over to the couch. Yet as she did so, Isabela flipped her over, kneeling above her with a coy smile on her face.

She pushed Hawke further down the couch as she went back, nuzzling her face in between Hawke's legs.

"This is my favourite," Isabela said in between kisses on her outer lips, "I want to show you what I want you to do to me."

Hawke nodded as Isabela slipped her tongue slightly inside of her. Hawke cried out, Isabela licking inside of her, her hands holding Hawke's ass, pulling her towards her. Hawke felt herself grabbing her own breasts, playing with her hardened nipples as Isabela looked up and smiled.

"Good," She said, "Keep going."

Isabela turned towards Hawke's clit and sucked on it lightly, her fingers reaching back inside of her, arching upwards to stroke that swollen mound Hawke remembered fondly.

She cried out, moving her body against Isabela's and Isabela dug deeper, holding her closer as she sucked. Hawke trembled and cried out as the bliss once again rocked her body.

As her panting slowed, Isabela laid down on top of her, kissing Hawke passionately even as the taste of her stayed on her lips. Hawke held her close, kissing her deeply.

Isabela grinned, "I guess there is a perk to virgins after all. I can teach you how to do it right the first time."

Hawke blushed slightly and kissed her again, softer this time.

oOoOoOoOo

They were falling asleep, side-by-side, Isabela was barely covered in the sheet as she turned to face Hawke. Hawke looked over at her, silhouetted by the streetlight, her curves distinct under the thin sheets.

"Maker," Hawke murmured sleepily, "You're beautiful."

"I hope you're not thinking of jumping me again," Isabela yawned, "You wore me out. And I'm a professional at this."

"Maybe I'm in the wrong profession," Hawke teased, kissing her nose.

"We'll swap," Isabela joked, "I'm sure people would take me seriously in that uniform."

"I like listening to the orders you give me."

Isabela pushed Hawke away playfully, giggling slightly. She reached out a hand, stroking Hawke's face tenderly. Hawke kissed her again, turning on her other side. To her surprise, she felt Isabela's arms around her and she held her close to her chest.

This was the moment Cullen decided to phone Hawke's home.