Author's Disclaimer: I don't a thing or one belonging to "Dragon Age 2."

Author's notes: CharlieBarrow of course came up with the attention to details like the wound touches, and ways Hawke got injured for Isabela. She beta read up to the middle.

"Trying to forget"

Chapter two "Isabela"

Really, she'd come for a last good time.

Zevran had come back into her life of raiding and brooding and had dropped a nobleman's invitation into her lap.

"Be my plus one. Come with me," he'd urged.

"What's so special about this lordling's thing?" Isabela had scoffed. Zevran had just grinned.

"You'll see. Don't even need to dress up. Just come on." So Isabela had come, in her usual pirate's tunic, corset and high boots. The lord would just have to like it. Zevran knew she was intending to come back to Kirkwall. This would be a good opportunity to ignore her shirking her heart before landing back in Kirkwall. She wanted to see Hawke again.

But seeing Hawke in this manner was startling to say the least. Isabela had strolled into the dining hall, corset off and ready to shuck her tunic. A few drinks were already in her, but she still had her wits about her. Wits enough to see the disheveled naked form of her ex-lover sprawled with many admirers on the lush carpets and cushions. Hawke, here? Why? But as mouths descended over her cock, and hands roamed over her sides, Isabela knew the question was moot.

Isabela seethed staring as her companion had gotten to Hawke first. Zevran was naked as Hawke, dragging his tongue up and down the rigged scars across Hawke's abdomen, lavishing them with attention. Hawke's stomach concaved as she sighed under the attention. Those scars, they were jagged, red and deep. A permanent reminder of that duel. Hawke had gotten them rescuing HER, coming to HER aide. It didn't seem right or fair anyone else got to see or touch them. Knowing Hawke's initial sober modesty, it was shocking that she'd let anyone see them. And she was shocked the Arishok's blade left such a lasting scar, through her belly. Flashes she could see extended to Hawke's back when she shifted on her side. Such a wound…..and Isabela was upset others were tracing the scars of Hawke's struggles.

Hawke's eyes were still blindfolded, but she happily ran a hand over the woman's thighs beside her. When her hand dwelled between her legs, Isabela blushed unhappily as the woman whined in pleasure, writhing. When Hawke's fingers dragged out, her wetness dripped from them. Isabela was starting to see red when the woman pushed Zevran aside and dragged her cunt up and down Hawke's cock. She was rigid and erect and pushed up to enter the woman. The woman's scream of pleasure pierced Isabela's ears. That was HER alpha, HER cock.

And she was done watching what she didn't want to be happening.

The woman turned mouth parted with pants when Isabela's hand clamped on her shoulder. With a hard shove, Isabela pushed her right off of Hawke's shaft. The woman screamed with displeasure as cold took the place of warm thickness and she came up ready to fight. Isabela brandished a dagger in one hand as she placed a hand between Hawke's breasts, mounting her hips readily.

Hawke sensed a commotion between the women over her and she laughed loudly. Drunken mirth tinged her tone and the low register made Isabela shivered. She gave the obnoxious woman a knick on the thigh with her dagger, forcing her to retreat and not intrude on her.

Isabela's hands pressed up and down Hawke's torso, touching her nipples, dragging along her scars as she pressed Hawke's cockhead to her cave. She stabbed her dagger into the arm of the lounge sofa beside them and lowered down, whining as Hawke was pulled in. Hawke was hers, she'd take her in so no one else could….. okay, Isabela was bleeding jealous. But Hawke's jaw dropped open at the ceiling, her hands scraped at her hips restlessly. Seeing her passion spurned Isabela on. She was reacting to her.

Hawke paused under her, lips parting beneath the blindfold across her eyes. Her drunken mind whirled in circles. The last woman she knew to have a dagger on her always was Isabela. No, it couldn't be…. This omega was just as lithe, just as warm and wet. She would definitely do.

Hawke tensed her abdominals, thrusting upward sharply. Isabela couldn't help a loud moan being ripped from her throat. For all her hang-ups, Hawke was a tiger in the sheets when she got going. Isabela had missed that. Hawke had been the most open and energetic lover she'd ever had. She could admit that now. Isabela tensed, pushed higher and harder than she'd been in awhile. Even back when she'd been tumbling Zevran.

Her rogue friend winked at her across the carpet and Isabela turned her attention down to Hawke. Her hairline was wet with sweat as she churned and thrust beneath her, and Isabela screamed as she suddenly came. Hawke jolted beneath her, hands clawing at her hips, and a heavy sluggish jolt of her cock inside began to spurt warm come into the pirate.

Isabela panted, fingers tracing up and down Hawke's sweaty torso. Her fingertips grazed the deep red scars, regret in her gaze as she came down from her orgasm. Oh, Hawke… when Hawke's hands rose up to touch her, Isabela couldn't help trapping a hand in hers and kissing all over the scars across that wrist. Hawke had a matching set of puncture scars on her other wrist. Both had been given by a giant spider, when she'd convinced Hawke to accompany her into some caves outside of Kirkwall. She was sure there was a treasure cache inside, certain of it.

In the fights that had spawned inside the cave tunnels, Hawke had taken poison from the spider's bites, and Isabela and Varric had had to half carry her all the way back to Hightown and into bed. A healer had been called, and Isabela had felt so guilty over Hawke's time of healing over the poison that she'd come by her house every day for that grueling week. A new bottle of whiskey had been given and she joked and told stories at Hawke's beside. Varric sat across her on the other side of her wide bed and Hawke was truly happy for their company.

Hawke's fingers grazed the side of her cheek when she felt Isabela's lips on her wrist. She looked to be thinking hard, half covered by her blindfold. Isabela clenched Hawke's shaft tightly and leaned down. She moaned a kiss into Hawke's mouth when her breasts were cupped in both hands, fingers teasing her nipples. Hawke's tongue lolled into her mouth lazily as they kissed. Her passion was stoked higher, Isabela was pleased to see.

Zevran huffed beside her. "Hey, give a turn. You were going to see her anyway."

Isabela turned, half on Hawke's lap, and aimed a smack at her friend. "Go find another."

Zevran conceded, giving her a grin as his tanned body disappeared from her view. Hawke rolled her onto her back on the rug and Isabela locked her ankles behind her back, holding on. Hawke's thrusts picked up speed and Isabela's head knocked against the floor, but she didn't care. She was lucky Hawke was so drunk she couldn't recognize her voice. Right?

Hawke had been trying to shake off the vestiges of drunkenness from her looping mind, but to no avail. That voice, it sounded so familiar. It couldn't be, she was long gone. Just her mind playing tricks in her drunken state. Hawke buried her face in the woman's shoulder, intent on fucking her thoughts away. Isabela was gone. She couldn't be here.

Isabela's hands as they moved up and down Hawke's back were soft. She had to admit to herself, she loved the way Hawke took her. She loved how Hawke touched her. And she didn't want to give her up. Not again.

The lady of the house paused beside them, stripped down to her corset. She gave Isabela a pout.

"Let others have a turn with our guest," she commanded. Isabela glowered at the woman over Hawke's shoulder. One of her hands reached for the lounge beside them, tugging her dagger loose.

"Leave us," she growled at the startled noblewoman.

End for now

End notes: Well Isabela landed herself the alpha she wanted. Leave reviews if you like. Stay strong, lovelies.

Pen 7/02/2021