I'm so sorry for such a late update! I've been having a lot of family issues which has resulted in me having move house, so I have been unable to have access to where I usually write my chapters. I hope I'm only living where I am (which is my dad's) temporarily, but until then, I'm afraid it may be only one chapter a week, 2 if I'm in the right frame of mind.
I hope this was worth the wait, and I'm sorry for the grammar and confusing sentences beforehand, I stayed up until 2am to write this for you all. So enjoy and review if you want. :)
Isabella giggled, "Holy shit Fenris! Your sword is huge."
"You know what they say about elves: the pointier their ears, the larger their-"
"May I touch it? Pretty please," she teased; her voice enthusiastic.
Hawke banged her head on the dining table and groaned. She was going to freeze Varric's manhood off for daring Fenris to go into one of the food storage cupboards, completely alone for fifteen minutes.
With Isabella.
They sure were sounding like they were having fun.
"Fuck Fenris! It's really heavy, how do you carry it around with you all day without it flopping about all over the place?"
"Well-"
"Okay! That's enough for one day," Hawke snapped before marching towards the door and slamming it open.
Isabella had her hands on Fenris' greatsword with a drunken look of surprise on her face. Fenris on the other hand, had a smug smile on his face. That damned elf did that on purpose for earlier! She was going to have to teach him a lesson later.
Hawke pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned, shaking her head before turning her back to the pair and walking back to her seat.
"That is never happening again," Fenris chuckled and retrieved his sword from Isabella, who had almost decapitated herself from dropping it and Fenris quickly stopped the sword in its tracks.
"Agreed," Hawke frowned as she slumped back in her seat, taking a swig of her tankard and slammed it back on the table whilst a giggling Isabella swaggered to the table, slightly drunk, and that was putting it mildly.
"If you frown anymore Hawke, your face will get stuck like that," Zev teased his friend, pinching her cheek before she bit his hand in protest, causing the group, including herself, to roar with laughter. Fenris just muttered something in Arcanum before opening another bottle of wine and taking a mouthful.
Varric seemed to be in charge of the empty wine bottle as he spun it around. It ended up landing on Sebastian.
Isabella smirked, half of her words slurred, "Truths or dare, my shweet prinsh?" She poured herself another shot of whiskey as she spoke.
Sebastian groaned; he hated being part of these sorts of games, and Strip Wicked Grace was even worse. He was against all sorts of gambling and drinking, but that was all thrown out of the window when he met Hawke. The mage had managed to awaken the old him, minus the constant sex-drive. But he still held Andraste close to his heart, and after he had retaken his lands, he would pay Hawke back in any means necessary.
"Anybody home?" Varric chuckled as he stopped Sebastian's trail of thought.
He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Maker give me strength…Truth."
Varric, Isabella and Zev huddled together like gossiping fishwives, to conjure up the most despicable, embarrassing and hardest-to-answer truth to ask the archer.
"What is the dirtiest thing you have ever done?" Merrill asked, grinning innocently as everyone's heads turned to gawk at the dalish elf, believing that they were all just hearing things and that Merrill never said things like that. But Isabella was grinning from ear to ear. Clearly, she had completely corrupted the elven mage.
"Erm…I once had a foursome with two other men and a female dwarf. But one of the men preferred…male company and I was the one who had to…receive it all," Sebastian's voice was shaky as he recalled the memory, his cheeks flushing bright red and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead since he was clearly nervous.
There was an eerie silence for a brief moment before everyone fell into hysterics, even Fenris was chuckling away as he tried to prevent a belly-laughing Hawke from falling off her chair. Sebastian seemed to slump further down the chair, praying to the Maker to take him away from the embarrassing situation.
"He's lying!" Bianca narrowed her eyes at the Prince, a huge grin on her face as everyone stopped laughing to listen to what she had to say:
"Well, well, well. It seems our sweet, innocent Prince Sebastian Vael has had an experience with three greased nugs, a male elven mage with sparkling fingers and a stone fist spell," she burst into laughter, even harder than before, and the others soon followed suit.
Tears were streaming down everyone's faces, apart from Sebastian and Fenris. A look of pleading from Sebastian to Fenris told the elf what needed to be done.
"Moving on?" Fenris raised his voice above the roars and screeches of laughter as Varric wiped his eyes free from tears of laughter as he spun the bottle, with it this time landing on Hawke.
"Truth or dare, oh fearless leader?" Zevran chuckled, his eyebrow raised as he looked at her intently from the rim of his tankard.
Hawke smiled slyly, "Dare."
"I dare you and Isabella to make out. Right here. On the table," Varric chuckled, leaning back in his chair and his hands together, making his fingertips move together in a menacing manner as he smiled smugly at Fenris, who had the entire colour from his face flush right out of him, turning to Hawke.
"She would never do that!" Carver simply stated; his arms folded as he stared at the dwarf, who was still sitting back smugly. Zev and Bianca were also smiling. Every pair of eyes darted from Hawke to Isabella, seeing who would make the first move.
"Woah! I don't want to wake up some body part missing for doing this," Isabella had sobered up slightly at the realisation that Fenris would become extremely protective if Hawke proceeded with the dare.
Suddenly, Isabella felt a magical force lifting her up into the air before making her kneel in the middle of the circular table, her eyes darted around in search for the source of the magic, for it only to appear in front of her suddenly, kneeling down on the table with her. Hawke's nose was inches away from her face, a small nervous smile playing on the mage's lips as she stopped her spell from holding Isabella to the spot. Fenris' eyes were widening in both shock and horror as he saw Hawke close to someone else other than him. He should not have allowed it and stopped her, but curiosity got the better of him.
"Holy shit, is she really going to do this?" Carver whispered to Zevran, who just chuckled darkly in response.
"Your sister is quite the adventurous one."
Isabella looked deeply into Hawke's emerald green eyes, her amber ones blinking several times to see if this was all just a trick.
"Hawke, you cannot-"
But her words were cut off by Hawke crashing her lips against Isabella's. The pirate gasped in surprise, and Hawke used the opportunity to plunge her tongue into the pirate's mouth, tasting the sweet whiskey from Isabella's tongue. For once, Isabella was completely frozen on the spot as Hawke continued to wrap her arms around the woman whom she had her lips locked with, pulling her close and encouraging her by swirling her tongue around the pirate's. Isabella gave in with a sigh of pleasure before grabbing Hawke's behind roughly and pulling the mage's body close to hers.
Merrill and Bianca just giggled as all the men's jaws were dropped open, both in shock and in awe as both Hawke's and Isabella's hands explored the other woman's bodies, stroking each other's chests and rears. Carver, on the other hand, growled and looked away, knowing that his sister was just doing this because of Maker knows what she was trying to prove to the rest of her companions.
Whilst Zevran and Varric smiled smugly, the entire colour from both Fenris' and Sebastian's face had been drained. But they both could not prevent the arousal that occurred between their legs. Sebastian attempted to cover his by folding his legs, which ended up just being painful, so he just blushed brightly and closed his eyes, praying to the Maker for forgiveness and muttering the Chant of Light for good measure.
Fenris was simply mesmerised by how Hawke had seemed to be enjoying herself with another woman, even if it was Isabella. Usually, he would have rampaged and forbid her to not touch anyone else apart from himself, but tonight, he did not know whether it was the mixture of alcohol and arousal or just a change of heart that allowed him to prevent himself from intruding.
After a few more moments, Hawke and Isabella's lips parted and the two women just stared at each other, both in shock for what they just did. Isabella's shocked look turned into a sultry smile.
"I didn't know you swung both ways, sweet thing."
"You obviously do not know me well enough."
Hawke smiled impishly before jumping off the table, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she took her place beside a shocked Fenris, who could not take his eyes off her. Isabella suddenly broke into a fit of giggles as she slid off the table and slumped into the chair beside Zevran.
"What's so funny, Bella?" Merrill asked innocently, her eyes still tinged red with embarrassment.
"Hawke had been a virgin before Fenris, and there she was, making out with me like it was her lifeline! I have taught her well it seems," she cried with laughter and took one last mouthful of wine before standing up and grabbed Zevran by the arm, "You are coming with me to finish what she started."
"Don't I at least get a meal first? Maybe even flowers?" Zev chuckled as he allowed himself to be dragged away. The pair left the mess hall, leaving everyone else behind.
"You were a virgin before Fenris?" Merrill asked a blushing, embarrassed Hawke.
Damned that pirate for her drunken state!
Six sets of eyes were now all staring at Hawke, who giggled nervously. She turned to Fenris, whose eyes were soft and caring; his hand brushed against Hawke's under the table before taking hold of it, a sign telling her that he knew.
"Not everyone wants to exactly be involved with a mage, Merrill. You're lucky you found Carver, I guess. Even if he is an arse," She chuckled, trying to divert the attention away from her and direct it towards her brother instead.
"Shut it, Trinny," Carver grinned as he said the nickname he knew she loathed. A fireball suddenly shot right past him.
"Don't call me that!"
"Alright children, settle down," Bianca smiled warmly before turning to Hawke, "It's nothing to be ashamed of Hawke, I was exactly the same as you: I waited for the right person to walk into my life, and that happened to be the ass sitting next to me."
"Oh ma'am, you wound me!"
"You love me really."
Varric sighed and simply nodded; causing Bianca to grin widely, Sebastian rolled his eyes before standing.
"As...lovely as this night was, we will be arriving in Antiva tomorrow, or so Isabella said. I'm going to retire for the evening, good night everyone," Sebastian smiled quickly as everyone bade him goodnight before he made a quick exit.
"I guess that is our signal to leave also," Carver then left with Merrill in tow with her rambling about Hawke and Isabella.
Shortly after they left, Bianca and Varric too went, both of them giving smug smiles and winks towards Fenris.
The couple were left in complete silence, drinking the remainder of their tankards before walking out of the mess hall themselves. The blanket of stars above them in the night sky, as well as the full moon, were the only light source to be had. Hawke stared up at the stars above them in wonder, her eyes darting from constellation to other groups of stars. Fenris chuckled at Hawke's pleasure in such a small thing as he tangled his fingers with hers.
"Why didn't you stop me from kissing Isabella back there?"
"You may be mine Hawke, but you make your own decisions in what to do. I knew the kiss meant nothing, and that's how it will stay."
Hawke looked up at her elf and smiled, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. The gentle kiss soon became heated as Fenris wrapped his arms around Hawke and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss as he devoured her lips, both of them fighting for domination over each other's mouths as their tongues delved into the depths of each other's mouths.
Fenris swept Hawke off her feet and carried her to their cabin, where they would spend most of the remainder of the night, continuing what they started on the deck of the ship.