Author's disclaimer: I don't own a thing belonging to "Dragon Age 2"! Nada thing.
Author's notes: And what is everyone up to a few months after the birth? Isabela's up to her neck with baby stuff and Hawke has no idea she's a sire. One of Merrill's lines and Isabela's lines are directly from their romancing angle from the game. Certain lines are suggested and given by CharlieBarrow. Thanks for helping keep everyone in character.
CharlieBarrow: Thanks for getting me into these characters :P I love the triangle we got going on.
QueenTyzula: Stay tuned for a bumpy ride with these guys!
"Catching the Wind"
Chapter seven "Zevran's Folly"
A few months later:
"They're rather easy-going after they've had a taste of your teat," Zevran teased. Isabela raised an eyebrow. She and Syrah were nursing her twin boys, enjoying the languid pulls against the nipple as the babies fed. Syrah's girl was on the mattress by her leg, chewing on her fist.
"Like you haven't seen it all," Isabela said. Syrah flashed her a wicked grin. She switched breasts as Isabela patted her baby, getting a burp out.
"How can you tell them apart?" Zevran wondered. He leaned on the mattress on one hand, seemingly at ease. Isabela smiled and settled her boy on the bed between her knees.
"Easy; Falcon has a string of freckles down his belly. Lark doesn't." Isabela made it sound easy. Zevran frowned.
"There has to be another way to tell them apart…."
"Oh, there is. There's a way to tell by the curve of their mouths. Lark looks more mischievous when he's sleeping and Falcon's is more rounded," Syrah said. She put Falcon against her shoulder to burp when he finished feeding.
Isabela flashed her a smile of thanks. "See, it's that easy."
"I must say, motherhood looks good on you, Bela. You love the boys," Zevran said. He knew he hit the nail on the head. A conflicted look crossed Isabela's face.
"I do."
"And their sire….I bet?" Zevran urged. Isabela glared at him, irate.
"Drop it, Zev, before I kick you out."
"Oh, don't do that. How about dinner tonight? Syrah can watch the boys abit," Zevran offered. Heat flooded between his thighs as the pirate queen gave a small nod.
"You're just trying to loosen me up again after the birth."
"I admit, you need it." Zevran felt his blood stir further as Isabela gave a teasing smile. She covered her full breasts and shared a look with Syrah.
"Syrah, has this one bothered you after giving birth?" she asked. Syrah grinned.
"Better than some lout in the common room, you have to admit," she said. Isabela was no whore, but she wasn't going to rub that in Syrah's face.
"Yes, I do have to agree," she said. Zevran laughed.
"Splendid! I'll have Chef make your favorite meal. Excuse me, ladies." The elf stood and etched a low bow, hand at his waist. There was a definite spring to his step as he left. Isabela raised an eyebrow.
"And here I always had to ask HIM for any favors," she said to Syrah. Syrah laughed.
Later, after washing and changing her tunic, Isabela was admitted to Zevran's new chambers. A fire was going in the hearth and Isabela couldn't help noticing the covers were pulled down on the large canopied bed. She had to grin to herself. Zevran looked dashing in his dark red tunic, the collar unfastened. His blond hair was loose, framing his angular features.
"Thank you for coming, my pirate queen," he grinned. Isabela pretended to sigh as he kissed the back of her hand.
"You just saw me an hour ago."
"Indeed, I did. Is Syrah okay with the boys?"
It touched Isabela that her friend was so concerned with her children. "She is….Patricia is sitting with her, to help with all three babies."
"Good lass," Zevran agreed. He poured her a glass of wine. "Because I've finally got you all to myself, and I'd rather be able to give you my full…. undivided attention."
Isabela sipped, staring at the juncture between his thighs. "Oh, is that what you're calling it?"
Zevran's grin was toothy. "Call it whatever you want. I've missed you, Bela."
"It was always good with us," Isabela agreed. Her heart felt strangely sad, as Hawke's face flashed in her mind's eye. Why should she feel guilty? A good-looking man was interested in spending the evening with her. And she knew he'd be inside her before the hours were through. Her skin flushed, wanting warm hands and lips all over her. Hawke seemed to frown disapprovingly in her memory.
'I left her….I abandoned her…..stop it….' Isabela thought. She downed her glass of wine and reached for the bottle. Zevran served her as they sat at the small table before the fireplace.
"Eat up, my dear. And leave me some wine?" he teased. Isabela flushed as his hand settled over hers. She squeezed his fingers.
"Better get some before I drink it all," she retorted. Zevran angled closer to sip at her glass insolently. Isabela laughed. She slung an arm around his neck and pressed a kiss against the side of his throat. The startled gasp that met her made her smallclothes dampen. "Go on, sit down."
"Yes, dear," Zevran grinned like a loon. He vaulted to sit at his place and the two dug in.
"Any plans for the boy's future? Too early to think of academies, but one can never tell," Zevran said. Isabela pulled a face.
"Now you make me sound like an old mother. The babies aren't but a few months old."
"Who knows what kind of talents they possess?" Zevran said. He sipped at his wine glass. Isabela finished cutting up her steak and chewed on a large piece.
"They're too young to be talented. All they do is sleep, eat, and shit."
"Don't we all? We just add fucking to the list when we're older," Zevran grinned. Isabela raised an eyebrow at him.
"And here you've always been subtle," Isabela teased. She and Zevran finished eating and chased the meal down with more wine. Isabela got up to slide across Zevran's lap. His slim arm circled her waist.
"How can I be subtle when I have a fine woman in my lap? You haven't changed, Bela," Zevran cooed. Isabela set her glass down and twined an arm around his neck. They kissed deeply.
"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," Isabela smirked. She got comfortable on his lap, feeling his jutting erection strain against his trousers.
"Ah, my girl," Zevran grinned. He leaned back, wincing as Isabela got comfortable. "Watch the balls, Bela."
"Oh ho," Isabela knelt up and ground against him. "You just wanted to get to the main event."
"Indeed. Bed's right there." Zevran's grin was wide. He stood and picked Isabela up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He dumped her on the bed and tore his tunic off. Bela helped him unlace and then her tunic was pulled open.
Isabela pushed Zevran to his back, taking her favorite position on top. As they kissed, Zevran tried to part her cave with his fingers. "Wait…. You gotta be ready…."
It touched Isabela that her friend would be considerate of her condition after giving birth. She leaned down to kiss him, her thighs clamped on either side of his slim hips. His thin fingers dug into her hips as she pressed against the head of his cock, struggling to push him inside. After abit of working, their hips were finally flush and Isabela moved slowly.
Zevran's thrusts were slower than his usual enthusiasm, and slowly their lust built. This time was as heated as their past trysts and as Isabela's eyes closed, she could hear someone else groaning beneath her. That wasn't right, Hawke had been unconscious when she had joined them through the knot…
Zevran's sudden shout under her brought Isabela back to the moment. He began to come inside her wildly and Isabela rode the crest of her own orgasm. Zevran's hands roamed up and down her skin, caressing and rubbing. In an instant, irritation spurned through Isabela. He wasn't Hawke and she felt if the sire of her pups knew, she'd be disappointed. Never mind she'd had her share of alphas since running…..
Despite herself, Isabela felt disgusted with herself, even though her loins were more than happy. She pushed off of Zevran, watching him groan with satisfaction. His limp cock dangled between his legs. When he made to hold her, Isabela shouted and slammed a palm smack against his face. Zevran grunted in pain.
"Bela, what's wrong?" he asked. He reached for her again. Isabela began to shout angrily, throwing the pillows on the bed at him.
"Ow! Hey! Stop it! You wanted to!" Zevran shouted, dismay across his features. Isabela slammed her fists against his chest, and shoved him off the bed. Zevran's pale legs flew over his head as he landed on the floor. "What's wrong?!"
Isabela clutched the sheets to her naked breasts. His seed leaked out of her slowly and she bent to the mattress, shaking as irrational emotion surged through her body. Zevran carefully touched her back.
"Oh, Bela. What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No…damn you, Zev!" Isabela wiped her tears away angrily. She didn't shake his hand off and Zevran rubbed her back softly.
"It's Hawke, isn't it?" he asked. He braved her anger as Isabela slammed her fists against his shoulder and chest. "You've fallen in love, haven't you?"
"No, I didn't. I told you once, love's not for me," Isabela ground out. Zevran touched two fingers under her chin. He gave his old roguish smile and winked.
"I think it's landed square on you. You never were one to bear anyone's pups."
"They're good pups," Isabela said idly, but her words sounded weak to her own ears.
"You'll have to admit it one day, Bela. And good luck to Hawke when you do." Malice did not line Zevran's words but Isabela still frowned.
"I won't admit anything," she retorted. Zevran helped her lace her tunic back up. He grinned, dangling her smallclothes from the end of one finger. Isabela smacked him solidly on the shoulder. "You ruddy fool. Clean up."
"Aye. I will." Zevran stood, pulling his trousers up over his hips. He gave an elaborate bow. "Please….rest yourself. You shouldn't rush back to your babes so soon."
Isabela cleaned herself up with his sheets, growling when he left. She poured water from the available jug into a washing bowl and wet a rag. She wiped the sweat from her face and breasts, and ran the rag idly between her thighs, cleaning Zevran's seed. She flung the dirtied rag to the floor in disgust.
A short while later, there was a hesitant knock on the door. At her call, Zevran poked in, slouching under her glare. He dangled a bottle of antivan wine.
"Peace offering?" he asked. Isabela sighed.
"Give me some of that," she growled. Zevran popped the cork and poured. They sat down at the small table, watching the fire climb up the stone hearth. "You are a fool, Zev."
"Yes, but you loved tumbling this fool." Zevran sighed, his slight shoulders hitching and falling. "Was that it? The last time?"
Isabela sighed. She bowed her head. "It has to be this way."
"I figured my luck would run out with you, my pirate queen." Zevran's smile was sad. "I always saw a tumble with you as a bloody good treasure."
"Fool." A slight tone of appreciation was in her tone. Isabela sipped.
Zevran rolled his goblet, watching the wine slosh in circles. "So…what is it about this Hawke that so captivated you? Is it because she's handsome?"
Isabela sighed. Words she never thought she'd admit poured out of her like water rushing from a spring. "So handsome. Short dark hair, soft eyes, such a nervous smile. I don't think she ever thought I'd want to be with her. And I showed up at her home once. She tumbled me right into her bed. And it was so good."
Zevran smiled as she blushed. "Can't be just the sex. Though I know what a minx you can be."
"Oh, shut it, "Isabela retorted. Her eyes grew soft. "It's more than that. It's the little things; she always drinks half her ale before touching her food. Then she won't drink another drop until she's eaten every morsel. Whenever she's in Low Town, she always gives a few coins to the children begging. Captain Aveline runs her like a ruddy errand girl, but she's always there. She's always reliable."
"And the sex had to be good," Zevran grinned. Isabela laughed, blushing.
"Her stamina wasn't so good when we first started. But by the time I…..left…. she could go for hours. Sometimes all night. She's an absolute tiger between the sheets." Isabela's eyes were soft. "I always made a game of pushing her by flirting with other alphas in front of her. She would always fuck me how I wanted after she got me alone."
"Sounds like she already has a thing for you," Zevran guessed. Isabela's eyes darkened.
"Well, I ran away again. Lot of good she'll want to do me. I wouldn't want to be around me," she said. Zevran touched her hand across the table.
"If I meet this Hawke, I'll tell her she's missing out. You're one of a kind, Bela."
"With two pups in tow," Isabela complained. But thinking of Falcon's and Lark's shining eyes, the same shade of green as Hawke's, couldn't bring her mood down.
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"Hawke, you have a visitor!" Aveline poked into the guard's common room, to alert the Champion. She had been idly sparring with a few of the men, but sheathed her blade at the call of the captain.
"If it's another fan or hanger-on, get rid of them, will you?" she called. One of the men grinned.
"I wish I were Champion, I'd court ALL the women."
"I have," Hawke groaned. Aveline turned aside, smiling.
"I think you'll like this one."
"Merrill!" Hawke adjusted her sword belt and rushed to the door. She guided the elf back out into Aveline's office. The other soldiers were gawking at her and nudging each other. It was common knowledge that the elf received a lot of attention from the Champion of Kirk Wall, and people gossiped if perhaps she would be taken as Hawke's bride.
"Hi, Hawke. I hope I'm not intruding, but I wanted to see you before I went to the Hanged Man. It's a good time at night for a drink," Merrill grinned shyly. Hawke found herself cupping the girl's cheek with one calloused palm.
"Are you okay getting there on your own? That place isn't known for its high-class patrons," Hawke groused. Merrill blushed, turning her cheek into Hawke's palm.
"I'll be okay. Maybe I'll see you there?"
"I'll be off duty in an hour. Yes," Hawke agreed. The Hanged Man was aways off from High Town, but she'd make the distance for an agreeable end to a somewhat mundane day. As Merrill waved goodbye, Hawke wondered again if she should ask her to move in. As the days went by and after Hawke's random tumblings of her fans, she worried and thought about Merrill more and more. Hopefully she wasn't getting robbed by her neighbors; hopefully she was safe.
"I know that look. I've seen it on your face before." Aveline moved through the doorway, armor clanking. She sank into her chair behind her desk. Hawke crossed her arms, trying to appear casual.
"What look? I was just thinking."
"You're either constipated or half smitten. That sweet thing must invite a lot of bad attention. Shall I send a team of guards after her?" Aveline offered. Hawke smiled.
"Have them patrol Merrill's street in the Alienage. I'm going to catch up with her."
"As the Champion wishes," Aveline said smoothly. Hawke waved as she left the guards barracks. Her armor clanked with each heavy boot fall and random betas and omegas hailed greetings, half flirtatious with the gesture. Hawke ignored them and made for the Hanged Man.
Inside the raucous tavern, Hawke bypassed the bar. Her eyes fell onto one stool in particular. Whenever Isabela frequented the tavern, she chose that stool to perch on. It was empty which was good; Hawke had half a mind to spill the stool's next unwelcome occupant to the floor and rudely.
"It's Hawke! Hey, Champion!" A chorus of greetings came her way. Hawke inclined her head politely and gladly made her way to Merrill who sat in the corner, waving when Hawke noticed her. Hawke found her footsteps quickening.
"You're early!" Merrill beamed. Hawke leaned to kiss her cheek as she sat beside her. Pulling the elf into her lap made her relax. It didn't even have to be about sex. There was something about the elf that calmed her. When Merrill slung an arm around her neck, holding onto her, Hawke smiled contently.
"I couldn't let these scoundrels get all your attention. Two mugs of ale." Hawke ordered from a passing tavern server. She nodded, smiling generously at the Champion, put off in the next instant when Hawke turned to kiss Merrill. The elf kissed her back sweetly. They could take their time. Once they got back to whoever's quarters, Hawke could let more of her armor down. Figuratively and literally.
Merrill was chattering against her and Hawke tuned in to listen. "I couldn't quite patch that tunic you gave me, but I'm hopeful I can do better on the next one. You'll give me your sewing? Don't live it to Orana."
Hawke smiled. "Of course, Merrill."
After they finished their drinks, and the patrons began singing a tavern song, Hawke asked Merrill if she wanted to come to her manor that night. The elf looked interested. But Hawke knew she was still somewhat skittish about High Town in general. She was nervous to make a good impression on Hawke's noble neighbors.
"Maybe my place? The bed frame's been getting rickety. Maybe you could check it?"
Hawke grinned at Merrill's non-subtle suggestion. "Oh, I'll check it for you and gladly," she drawled. Merrill took her arm and leaned against her shoulder as they walked the streets of the Alienage. Hawke's reputation kept any would-be pickpockets at bay and soon Merrill let them into her small hut. Hawke let the latch down inside, locking the wooden door. As Merrill made to tidy up the mess on her table, Hawke held her from behind. Merrill gasped as Hawke ground against her, grinding her shift unsubtly against her ass.
Merrill turned in her arms and flung her arms around her neck. Hawke could barely catch the elf as she kissed her eagerly. After their lips parted, Merrill's small hands traced Hawke's armor. She helped her with her breastplate and gauntlets, setting them carefully on her table. A scroll smushed beneath a gauntlet but before Hawke could smooth it out, Merrill tugged at the waistband of her trousers. Hawke sat on the edge of her bed, grinning as the bed frame creaked under her weight. Apparently, they'd loosened it from its fastening to the wall at some point.
Merrill blushed, tugging at her clothes. When Hawke stood and slowly undressed her, her face rioted in a red blush.
"I-I was going to….oh, Hawke, I'm so glad you're here," Merrill admitted. Hawke slowly kissed her, feeling her lust spiral higher. Merrill's thin curves pressed into her muscular torso. Hawke wanted to push on top of her companion, but Merrill pushed her to her back on the bed and climbed on her.
Her shifted shaft stood up between them as Merrill kissed down her throat and torso in eager nips, hands roaming. Hawke lay back, enjoying the touches. Merrill blushed as her name erupted from Hawke's lips.
"Wait," Hawke murmured. But Merrill's small hand in the center of her chest, kept her back. Hawke waited, chest rising and falling with her heavier breathing. Merrill rubbed against the underside of her shaft, groaning as her dampness painted the erect flesh with wet swipes. Hawke grit her teeth, enjoying the soft pushes. She held onto Merrill's hips as the elf knelt up to rub down against the broad head of Hawke's cock.
Hawke watched the thin lines of Merrill's belly strain as she pushed against her tip, pushing onto it. She angled a hand between them to gently tug at Merrill's clit to help. Merrill groaned loudly and sank down. Her thighs shook around Hawke's hips as she slid down as far as she could. Hawke took pity on the trembling elf, and helped support her thighs in her strong hands. Amply supported, Merrill rolled against her, her gasps filling the hut. Hawke thrust her hips up slowly, watching a line of sweat pour down Merrill's jaw as she clutched onto her.
"Ma Vhenan!" Merrill cried out. Her head tilted back as she rolled with Hawke's cock. Hawke kept herself inside, moving with Merrill's rolling hip thrusts. Merrill gasped as she half sat up, face against her small breasts. The position put a strain on Hawke's lower back, but she kept her hip movements as languid as she could. She focused her eager attention on the erect nipples in front of her face, moving her mouth from one to the other. Merrill's hands twined through her dark hair. She came in quick thrusts of her narrow hips, as she always did.
Hawke's ego was always stoked when she came loudly around her. When they had first begun in bed together (and even now, Hawke couldn't call it fucking), it took a long time for Merrill to come, and she hadn't at all inside her. She had been scared she'd hurt her. But now, Merrill blossomed open for her. The fit was always tight, but as long as Hawke kept her thrusts from their full speed, she could push along to her own end inside the elf.
And she knew Merrill loved it when she spilled inside her. Merrill clutched her shoulders weakly, fluttering around the top half of her cock. Hawke scooped her up in her arms, keeping inside as she rolled on top. Merrill's feet clasped the back side of her calves as she trembled beneath the Champion. Hawke bit the edge of Merrill's shoulder as she thrust in deep languid pushes, keeping her hips pressed tightly against the elf's. Hawke's feet strained against the mattress as she tried not to slam the thinner woman.
Merrill purred encouragement against her ear and Hawke grit her teeth, feeling a line of sweat dot her bare spine. She arched up on her hands, thrusting her hips in a slightly faster rhythm. She was so close…. If she could just come, it would feel so good enclosed within Merrill's tight velvety grip….
When her end came, Hawke rode her orgasm gladly, shooting hard inside the elf. Merrill's thighs widened, but a large amount of her seed always backtracked to spill around their legs. Merrill's sheets were dampened again with her seed, but Hawke couldn't find it in her to care. She grunted as she thrust the last few spurts of her release and collapsed against Merrill. Her thighs strained to keep her from slamming the rest of herself into the tight elf.
Merrill held onto her with wide arms and legs, and Hawke was soothed by her crooning voice whispering endearments. Her hands roamed up and down her back and shoulders, even going as far down to grip her ass. Hawke gave an uneven thrust, sighing.
"Merrill," she murmured. Merrill's lips were against hers and Hawke kissed her hungrily. Merrill's arms twined around her neck.
"Don't leave…..stay…" Merrill begged. Hawke curled up against the elf's thin body. Merrill settled against her torso, fingers trailing along the massively raised scar across her abdomen. Hawke's stomach concaved, but she didn't take Merrill's hand away.
"You really should think about moving into my home. You'll have all the room you want." Hawke couldn't believe she was saying it. But her heart felt calmer as the elf giggled nervously.
"Me? In High Town? The fancy part of the city without rats?" Merrill looked curiously up at the naked guardsman. Hawke pulled her hips back and withdrew as gently as she could. Merrill tilted her head back, crying out at the sudden pull. Hawke kissed her chin and jaw reassuringly.
"Yes; you. I'd love having you," Hawke murmured. She still thought about Isabela. But as the days went by, she saw her less and less in her mind every time Merrill smiled, opened her arms to her, took her inside. Her heart was damaged but it was slowly healing.
Merrill giggled. "You'd just get tired of me. I promise you."
"I don't think I would," Hawke murmured.
"Oh, you." Merrill stroked Hawke's face. Hawke captured her wrist and kissed her arm. Her heart surged when Merrill went limp against her, pulling her close. Merrill's fingers traced the deep scar across the guardsman's nose. She loved that scar for it made her Hawke so handsome.
Hawke blinked as she traced her face. She smiled.
End for now
End notes: Both on highly different areas of the heart :P Like it, smash that review button and do that review thing :P
Sincerely, pen 9/4/2017