Author's Disclaimer: I don't own a thing belonging to "Dragon Age 2!" They aren't mine, not at all.
Author's Notes: I decided to go this route with Isabela. Sorry, I'm not sorry :P Right this moment, she is though.
CharlieBarrow: Thank you for getting me into these characters ^_^ It's a fun series. It's been lovely so far.
QueenTyzula: Your question will be answered :P
"Catching the Wind"
Chapter five "Months later"
Isabela had always been careful.
She liked fucking alphas, but was careful to take contraceptive teas after any of her heats. Particularly after knotting. She didn't ever envision herself bearing a pup for ANYONE, but here she was, heavily pregnant. After a knotting that the sire had been comatose through.
Isabela cursed as she swept through the rough and tumble bar. The ship she had opted to first mate on had docked for the month, and she had to decide whether to stay signed on, or find work elsewhere.
Despite her best efforts to be worthy of Hawke, she couldn't help feeling she'd screwed herself over.
First was the matter of the pregnancy itself. Isabela had been so quick to leave Kirk Wall after departing Hawke's family manor, that she'd selected one of the first voyages she asked about abit too quickly. She had been assured the proper stash of medicinal herbs were on board, but about two months in at sea, Isabela had been dismayed that her moon's blood had stopped. The ship's healer could only confirm her worst fear. She was pregnant.
Oddly, the first curse in her head was to damn Hawke. It was her seed that had gotten her this way, but really, the fault could lie with Isabela. She had chosen to knot her, and Hawke had had no say. It wasn't her fault, no matter how angry she was. Worst of all, the ship's layman had lied to her. No one had replenished the medicinal stash and the jar labeled kajihana was empty. Well, empty but for half a twig of the red herb, as if to taunt her. Isabela had screamed herself hoarse, cursing the ship's healer, the captain, and anyone within sight for two days straight. The voyage didn't end for another two more months, and by then it was too late to terminate the life within her.
Second, was the fact of the matter of currency. Isabela, in her trying days as a newly made widow, would have ransacked the manor for silver items to pawn, and gold money. She certainly had after her husband had died at Zevran's hand. And Hawke came from a wealthy family. Her estate certainly had plenty of items worthy of pawning for the sake of her empty purse.
But Isabela had left, cleanly and without stealing from her. Maybe Hawke had too much affection from her, but sometimes Isabela cursed herself for not watching out for herself. If she was going to keep the pup, she would need every coin she could get. And Isabela wasn't even sure she would keep it. She had half a mind to let some poor wife adopt it.
But Isabela had to get through the day if she wanted to get through the week, and through the month and through the pregnancy. She couldn't think that far ahead if she wanted to keep her sanity. By now she was six months pregnant, and round. She'd had to actually buy pants, and longer tunics to keep her modesty. Every alpha bloke that didn't scent a mating mark on her prowled round to claim her. Isabela had taken a few up on their offers in bed, but had forced the rest away at sword point.
If she did desire release outside of using her hand, she made sure to keep her elaborate gold choker on. No one could bite through that and claim her.
It was stupid to hold onto thoughts of Hawke like this…. but she was round with the evidence of their joining. Isabela couldn't deny it. Without evidence of a mate nearby meant a lot of snark despite Isabela's hard actions. One sod that was undressing her had the nerve to slam her pup's sire, saying he or she couldn't have been that good in bed if she was looking for pleasure elsewhere.
Isabela had pulled her dagger out of her cleavage and threatened to cut out half his tongue in rage.
But now, if someone was half way decent, she could go for a turn. As her body distended outward outside of her usual figure, Isabela was starved for attention.
'Hawke would have been all over if you if you stayed,' her inner conscious argued. Isabela had to concede the bitch of a conscious was more than likely right. If she had chosen to keep it, stay with Hawke…then what? Be a happy little family? Hawke would want to propose. And that was a decision Isabela couldn't fathom ever making again.
No, she'd have to make due with a romp for tonight at least. Someone who wasn't going to damage her and be patient with her rounder body. Isabela scoured the bar, bypassing several chatty betas and the alphas thronging around them. Some were comely of face, and she lingered on one woman whose shortly cut hair reminded her too much of her pup's sire. No, she couldn't sleep with her. She wondered if she'd start crying if so.
Isabela's eyes fell onto a dark-haired elf drinking from a flagon. He was alpha, and clearly without a companion. Isabela flowed up to him, hoping her rounder breasts would do the trick. His eyes fell down to her cleavage as she approached, then in surprise to her belly. He lifted his flagon in greeting.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, beautiful lady?" he asked. His tone held a slight accent. Well, better than Hawke's clipped tones. Isabela focused on him, smiling devilishly.
"Just looking for company. What about it, elf? You won't get me with child, as you can see."
The elf laughed and set his flagon down. He ran a hand gently up and down the small of Isabela's back. She tried not to arch into it. It felt like it had been too long since someone had touched her nicely, even if she did have sex a few nights ago.
"That is a strange pick-up line, my dear, but consider me yours for tonight. Do you have a room?"
"I do. I've been working here for a week or so," Isabela said. The elf nodded, and offered his arm. The slight stab at chivalry jolted Isabela's heart. Hawke had seemed carved from chivalry, always looking to right any wrongs…. No, stop it. He'd given his name but Isabela barely heard him. She murmured her own and the elf gave a half bow, letting her unlock her door.
Upstairs in her small room, Isabela gave herself up to her body's wants. If she couldn't focus on Hawke, the least she could do was enjoy herself. The elf proved passionate enough, eyes hazy with lust as he carefully undressed her like a prized possession. Isabela pulled on his pointy ears, pulling his face up for a kiss.
Hawke had looked at her that way, often in public like she was the only woman alive, and often in private, before, during and after joining, softening with pure emotion after they were tangled up together, lolling in bed, darkening with lust as they flirted…. stop it, Isabela!
The elf lowered her to the mattress, and made sure she was comfortable against the pile of pillows. That he was focusing so much on her pleasure made Isabela think about Hawke, yet again. Even if his coloring was different, his ears pointed, and the wrong nationality, she couldn't help it. He was being so blasted nice!
"Don't worry about me. Just fuck me," Isabela commanded. The elf dropped his trousers, sporting a fine erection. He still had to play the gallant fool by rubbing her feet and thighs until her body was singing. He smiled when her knees spread wide.
"Didn't think the night would go this way," he grinned, before sitting back on his heels. He rubbed Isabela's knees, spreading them carefully. He gripped himself by the base of his cock and rubbed against Isabela's wet cave.
The pirate arched her back, clutching the pillow behind her head with both hands. "Neither did I. Hurry."
The elf obliged, carefully sliding his length in. There was a bit of tugging before he was snugly pressed in to the hilt, hips warm against Isabela's hips. She sighed against his shoulder as he slowly began to pump his hips. She didn't fear he would prematurely climax. The determined look on his face told the pirate she would come and wonderfully tonight.
The give and take was wonderful and when her release came, Isabela was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Eyes closed, she was startled when she suddenly cried out "Hawke!"
The elf paused in his strokes, then hurried his pace. He came a few minutes after he was certain she came down, giving a short cry aloud. Isabela covered her face with her wrist, blushing. The elf kissed her gently, and withdrew as slowly as he could.
He sat back on his heels, limp cock dangling between his knees. He patted Isabela's knee. "Are you okay?"
"Yes…." Isabela shifted her hips and sat up. Her hand went to her belly. The elf picked up his trousers and pulled them on. He re-laced and stood up.
"You should think about going home then. It sounds like this Hawke is your home," he said.
The multitude of emotions that slammed Isabela's heart alarmed her. Excitement, sorrow, joy, affection, anger…. everything passed through her mind. She rubbed her belly, looking aside.
"Go on, leave," she suggested. The elf finished dressing, wiping sweat off his face with his tunic before pulling it on.
"It was fun," he offered. The door shut heavily behind him. Isabela pulled the sheets up over her body, hands falling to the swell of her belly. She brooded, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
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Hawke woke with a gasp. She had been dreaming of the open sea, and Isabela crying on the deck of a ship. Her heart had seared as she tried to reach her. But she had woken, and the dream's sad feeling stuck with her.
"What was that?" Hawke mumbled, rubbing her eyes. The mattress dipped as her companion rolled closer. Merrill yawned against her shoulder, slinging an arm over her waist.
"Hawke? You okay?" she asked sweetly. Hawke grunted, but rubbed her hand up and down the elf's skinny side.
"Yeah, I'm okay, Merrill. Promise." Hawke didn't know how convincing she sounded. Despite all her sweetness, Merrill knew she couldn't fully win Hawke's heart. It had already been taken to sea by her pirate queen. The most she could offer were sweet touches and sex, something Hawke sometimes felt guilty for taking advantage of.
Merrill ran her hands up and down the bunched muscles of Hawke's back. Hawke shouldn't have been surprised she pulled her close for a kiss. Propping her head on one hand, Hawke accepted it. Banishing Isabela from her thoughts, she answered Merrill's deepening kiss.
Merrill giggled and climbed on top. Hawke's hands found her small hips as she mounted up. Hawke blinked up at the cute elf. She may not be Isabela, but her damp cave was warm to slide into and felt just as good.
End for now
End notes: Two hearts separated by a foolish decision. The angst! Stay strong, my lovelies. Like it, smash that button, do that review thing ^_^
Sincerely, pen
8/09/2017