Prompt: I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Isabela slipped into the large brass tub in the kitchen of the Amell estate and sighed in pleasure at the sheer luxury of so much hot water. When she could get a bath, normally she had to be content sneaking into Varric's quarters. Though that was better than the bucket of cold water normally given to guests at the Hanged Man, the dwarf-sized bathtub really wasn't comfortable.
But this... Isabela sank into the water so that her knees broke the surface and the steaming water came up to her collarbone. This she could get used to.
The thought niggled at her for a moment, like an itch on her foot that she couldn't quite scratch. Did she want to get used to this? She'd made it clear to Hawke from their very first night that they were using each other - just letting off steam. But unlike her previous lovers, she'd been sleeping in Hawke's bed for a little over a month.
That explained the itchy feeling. She'd been here too long. Time to weigh anchor and get out of the harbor. Isabela dunked her head under the water, scrubbing at her scalp with her fingers. It was time to leave; he didn't need her, after all. All that talk about love... he was just trying to leash her like her husband had tried. Well, she wouldn't allow it. She scrubbed at her arm with a sponge, watching with satisfaction as a layer of grime from the day's foray into Darktown came off. A clean, fresh start; that's what she needed.
"Any hot water left?" Hawke's deep voice came around the privacy screen hiding the tub.
"Yep," she replied automatically, then chided herself. Do it now!
"Mmm." She felt Hawke's body slide into the tub behind her, unable to hide the smile on her face when he pulled her back against him.
"Scrub my back?"
Hawke chuckled, pressing a damp kiss to the side of her neck. "Only if I can work my way to the front afterward."
Maybe... I'll leave later.