Author's Disclaimer: I don't own a thing belonging to "Dragon Age 2!" Everyone belongs to Bioware.
Author's notes: Continuing on my own timeline. Castillon hasn't resurfaced for Bela, so she has time to try and win things in her favor.
CharlieBarrow: Thanks for keeping everyone in character. Enjoy.
QueenTyzula: Hopefully I can turn you to the side of our pirate queen! Though I am partial to Merrill :P
"Catching the wind"
Chapter twelve "First times again"
"Boys…. come on….get back in the tub!" Zevran snapped. It came out more pleading as two naked dark-skinned boys ran across his chambers, spattering water all over the rug. Zevran sighed, running a hand through his bangs. He jogged after the boys. Just as he reached them, the twins veered off in opposite directions. On purpose, it seemed. Zevran turned and snapped up Lark, then rounded to chase after Falcon.
Lark wriggled his legs trying to upset the elf, but Zevran was used to their little kid "sparring." He caught up with Falcon and bodily carried both, one under each arm, like a sack of potatoes.
"Noooo, Uncle Zevran! Dun wanna bath!" Falcon yelled. Zenran deposited both in the tub, water sloshing over the side.
"Sit down, boys, you gotta have a bath." Zevran tried for a stern look but it only went so far. With their mother gone, the twins thought they could do as they pleased. Only invoking Isabela's name would get them to behave and only for so long. When their mother failed to materialize, they continued to exploit the prostitutes and brothel servants. "I'll tell your mama what you've been up to while she's been gone."
Lark pouted as Zevran poured a pitcher of warm water over his head and worked shampoo into his dark hair. "Mama's not here," he pointed out.
Zevran ran his fingers through the pup's fine dark hair, and rinsed him off. "No, but she will be. As soon as she's done, she'll come back for you both. So, you better behave!"
Falcon crossed his thin arms across his chest. He sputtered as it was his turn to be shampooed. "You won't tell, Uncle Zevran."
Zevran scowled. "Try me, Fal." He tickled the thin boy to make his pout disappear though. The twins let the elf soap up their bodies and finally they were rinsing off. "Okay, time to dry off. Come on out."
That took a lot more sloshing than was needed and Zevran had to practically wrestle both into their nightgowns but at last they were done with grooming for the night. The elf felt too harried for a make-shift babysitter. It was no wonder his pirate friend didn't want to have pups and put it off 'til she'd met the dashing Hawke of Kirkwall. But as the twin boys nestled under the blankets of his huge bed, green eyes shining as they waited for a bedtime story, Zevran had to admit they were just too damned cute.
Zevran had received a letter from Isabela, and while it said she had met up with Hawke again, there wasn't much else to go on. Only one line about Castillon, but he knew Isabela wouldn't be lax about her old adversary. Secretly, he wished her well with the Champion. Isabela may have said love wasn't for her, but it was clear as day she'd fallen for Hawke. He hoped she won the Champion back over, and that said Champion would be receptive to having two children she didn't know about. Better Hawke than him.
"Tell us the one about the raiders you fought with Mama!" Lark crowed. Falcon wriggled in the blankets, demanding a story about one of the rogues he and their mother had fought long ago. Zevran sat beside them on the mattress and began.
"Well, it was a rainy night, boys. This lout had cheated your mama out of forty pieces of gold and she wasn't gonna let that stand. So, she asked for my help and out into the storm we went…."
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Isabela saw Hawke every day. While she was content to sleep in her old room above the Hanged Man, she was mindful Castillon would know of her old haunts. Hawke's presence throughout each day and some during the night, were a welcome boon.
As their company was spent together, the entirety of Kirkwall population took to spreading gossip mixed with the odd sprinkle of truth. Isabela was back, THE Isabela of Hawke's heart. While it was no secret the Champion had defeated the Arishok for the pirate's sake, everyone assumed correctly it was for love. Hawke ignored that part of the rumors, but she couldn't say she was upset to be near Isabela again. They made a good team, and her quick wit always got Hawke laughing or blushing. Her twin daggers flashed as quickly as her blade in combat.
And in quieter moments, Hawke's eyes couldn't stop roaming over the pirate queen's body. She was still as voluptuous as ever, even if her fuller breasts gave her pause. They looked good though and Hawke drooled in her head over the view. Such as now. While they hadn't slept together yet, Isabela was back to her teasing tricks. She hadn't outright felt between Hawke's legs for evidence of her flirtation, but she did like to press those breasts against Hawke's arm or chest just because she could.
It was like old days, only now Isabela said she wasn't going anywhere. It was a refreshing new start. As they strolled through Hightown market looking for odds and ends or anything fascinating, Hawke offered her arm like a proper noble should. Isabela tucked her hand in Hawke's elbow, and she found herself leaning close.
Isabela did notice that several men and women seemed to be following them. This hadn't been the case at first, but as she spent more time with Hawke, she noticed it more and more. It seemed every other omega and beta in the market square was watching them.
Hawke pressed the fist of her free hand to her brow, grimacing. "I, uhm….this doesn't happen when I go out often."
Isabela gave a wry smirk. "It's okay, Hawke, really. As long as they're not filling your bedchamber."
"No…" Hawke was glad to be truthful of the matter. She wanted to invite Isabela back to her manor and bed, but didn't feel like voicing it in a gaggle of spurned omega and betas was the way to do it. She grandly led Isabela through the throng of people and Isabela's heart thudded. Hawke did know how to extend grand gestures.
Hawke began to relax as Isabela let her arm go to look over a merchant's stall. He thrust a few pieces of gold jewelry into her hands to try on, smelling a sale with the Champion in the pirate's tow. One of the omega woman that Hawke unfortunately recognized as a romp that lasted a few hours, sidled up to her. Hawke blushed and her spine stiffened.
"Hawke. Champion, where have you BEEN? I missed you," the woman flirted. Hawke sweat-dropped and tried to back off.
"I've been busy." Hawke tried to ease out of the uncomfortable situation, but the woman didn't seem to care she was within five feet of Isabela. With the pirate's back turned, she must have thought the situation a clean one.
"Oh no no no, you don't get off that easy! Or maybe you do…" the woman licked her lips. Hawke backed up, hip slamming into another merchant's display table. A squawk of protest sounded in her peripheral. Just when Hawke thought she was going to have to get physical, Isabela dropped the jewelry, and she was on the woman. She twisted the omega's arm behind her back, delighting in the cry of pain.
"Hey!"
Isabela tutted her with a click of the tongue. She forced the woman's arm up higher along her back. Her free hand jabbed a dagger into the girl's back, eliciting a shriek.
"Now now, didn't anyone teach you not to touch what isn't yours?" she growled. A hard light was in the pirate's eyes and despite her witty line, she looked positively enraged. Hawke stared at her. She couldn't help being surprised. Isabela could always handle herself, but to see evidence of any jealousy concerning her past dalliances was something else entirely. Hawke's heart thudded faster when she dwelled on that. Isabela was jealous. And she wanted her all to herself. It was all over her face. Her heart ached.
"I was just…!"
Isabela pressed her dagger in harder. "You were just poking where you're not wanted. Hands off the Champion. She's not on the market any longer."
Isabela looked up, expecting a witty line from Hawke. She was fairly staring at her in a new way. She blushed, gave the girl a hard shake, and pushed her on her way. The girl stumbled and tripped as she ran away. Somehow, Isabela knew the word would get around.
"Not unless you want to stay on the market for the little omegas…?" Isabela raised an eyebrow. She felt flushed from her flare of unexpected jealousy. Hawke took her hand and kissed the back of it gallantly.
"No. I don't." The pain of the past three years was playing with Hawke's emotions. It was new to see Isabela jealous over her and fighting for her sole affection. While she wanted to feel flattered, she couldn't help feeling hurt all over again. She took Isabela's arm again. "Come on…I could use a drink."
"Me too," Isabela said. She was surprised the Champion steered her to the noble houses of Kirkwall, and to the Hawke estate. She would have been fine at the Hanged Man, but clearly, Hawke wanted to be alone with her. Her heart thudded hard even as her stomach fell to her shoes. The front door of the estate was opened for them and Hawke gestured her in.
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Bodahn took Hawke's cloak; he tried to take Isabela's daggers, but she waved the dwarf footman off. "They stay with me."
"Of course, miss. Orana can serve you in the dining hall, Serah Hawke." Bodahn was all smiles as he helped Hawke off with her breastplate and gauntlets. He took Hawke's cloak to hang up. Hawke gestured to the narrow but tall dining hall. She sat at the head, and Isabela took the chair to her right. Orana came bearing a tray with two glasses and a bottle. Hawke took the bottle, read the wine label, and offered it back to the maid.
"Please, can you get us whiskey instead? Thank you, Orana," Hawke said smoothly. The maid smiled and dashed off to obey. Isabela leaned back, watching the hooded eyes of her companion. Obviously, she was making strides to get her something she'd prefer to drink instead of the household wine. When the whiskey came, Hawke poured for both of them.
Isabela sipped quickly, content with her drink of choice. She finished too quickly, and Hawke poured her another glass. This time, Isabela tried to drink slower. Hawke watched her with silent eyes and it was starting to get very uncomfortable.
"Please, ask me what's on your mind. I promise to answer," Isabela said finally. Hawke sighed. She leaned back in her chair.
"I wonder if you'd tell the truth," she murmured. Isabela frowned sadly to her, but bowed her head.
"Of course…. you deserve that from me," she insisted. Hawke blinked tired eyes to her.
"Why come back? Why? What do you want from me?" she asked. Hawke nursed her whiskey sullenly. Her tired eyes blinked at the pirate over the rim of her glass. Isabela met her gaze and held it. The moments ticked by, too long, too silent. Isabela knew Hawke wouldn't say a word until something was had from her. If she wanted reassurance, Isabela would give all of it that she could, never mind this was a new position for her.
Hawke's eyes widened slightly when Isabela pushed Hawke's chair back from the table. She knelt before her, plucking her glass and setting it away on the table. She clasped Hawke's hands in hers, naked emotion in her eyes. Hawke blinked, wary once more. She had been hurt too badly and was shielding herself from further irritation. Isabela's heart bled. Her son's faces flashed in her mind, sliding beside the pale features of the alpha she loved best.
"You. I want you. Just you," Isabela said. Her words were truthful, but she wondered if Hawke wanted to hear it. All the years of hurt were in her angry green eyes again. Her lip quivered. Just as Isabela was beginning to think it was a mistake and was wondering if she should leave, Hawke's eyes softened. Just ever so slightly.
Isabela's fingers gripped Hawke's tightly. She had to chance it. Even if she got dumped on her face, she had to keep trying… She leaned up on her knees, reaching to frame Hawke's face with her hands. Hawke stared at her in surprise, but she didn't move when the pirate knelt up to press her lips to hers.
The kiss was very sweet and short, and tears spilled down Isabela's cheeks when she felt Hawke kiss her back. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her tunic as she clutched her shoulders.
"Please…" Isabela whispered against Hawke's lips when she parted from her. But Hawke only tugged on her elbows, urging Isabela to fall into her lap. There was nothing overtly sexual about the position, Hawke just wanted her close and Isabela happily twined her arms round her neck. Their kisses were soft and sweet, slowly heating to shivering slow ones that left them trembling. Isabela blushed against Hawke's throat as the Champion parted from her, eyes soft with something that made her heart jolt. More than desire, more than lust and sex, Isabela wanted all that Hawke could give her.
And she wasn't running away. Their kisses went on and on. Orana and Bodahn walked in at one point to collect their dishes, and walked right back out noticing they were both still occupying the dining hall. Finally, Hawke stood, collecting Isabela into her arms. The pirate queen blushed as her feet left the ground. She wrapped her legs round Hawke's waist as she lifted her up, both of their lips moving and unable to part as they moved through the first floor of the manor.
"We should…go upstairs… just to talk," Hawke said. Isabela had the sudden thought they would get to more than talking. Sudden nervousness slammed through her. She was never one to shy from sex, but suddenly the idea of being physical with Hawke again was harrowing as well as exciting. Would Hawke still want her as badly? Would she be a disappointment? Isabela was certain her belly, while still flat, had abit more softness after the birth of her twins. Would Hawke still like her?
Hawke carried her effortlessly up the stairs and down the hall to the master's bedchamber. Isabela giggled as Hawke backed her up against the door, reaching behind her for the doorknob. The pirate reached back, turned the knob and they stumbled inside. Hawke tried to keep her in her arms and upright, but the sudden lurch sent them both pitching onto the rug. Isabela giggled loudly. Hawke sprang up on her knees, and off her, searching for injury.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked frantically. Isabela giggled. She sat up and Hawke huffed a sigh. She arched a boot back and kicked the bed room door shut.
"Well that wasn't the tumble I had in mind, sweet thing," Isabela teased. A blush darted across Hawke's pale face. She cleared her throat.
Geez, that was lame," she huffed. Isabela gave a wry grin to break the mood. Both rose to their feet, helping the other.
Hawke's face held an expectant look as well as a question. Isabela leaned up to kiss her again and again. Her fingers wandered down to play with the clasps down the front of Hawke's tunic, starting to unfasten them. As her fingers grazed inside, she stroked along the edges of her intended mate bite. Hawke stared at her, shuddering openly. Isabela watched her, a touch of awe in her gaze.
Hawke took her hands in hers, and kissed the backs of them. Serious stillness was in her gaze again. "Bela….I guess it's redundant to ask if you want to stay."
Isabela nodded, mouth dry. She swallowed hard as desire crept slowly into the Champion's gaze. She looked away. There was still something off, something that had to be talked about. Isabela turned Hawke's face to hers. She leaned on tiptoe to kiss along her proud jaw.
"If you have to tell me something, go ahead. You can tell me anything," Isabela murmured. Hawke smiled wearily. She bent to press a sweet kiss to Isabela's cheek.
"I haven't….disrobed for anyone. Not fully. Always kept the tunic on. I didn't want anyone else to see."
"See what?" Isabela's heart was pounding hard. Hawke frowned weakly. She gestured to her middle.
"The Arishok's damage. You saw what he did to me. It's bad. And all it did was remind me that you left, that…. "Hawke bit her lip, tears in her eyes. Isabela waited a few moments for the Champion to collect herself. She rubbed her back gently.
"That's okay. If you don't want to show me, you don't have to."
A hard light filled Hawke's eyes and Isabela knew the stubborn jut of her jaw when she saw it. "I want to. I guess I have to."
Before Isabela could protest, the Champion was opening her tunic, clasp by clasp. The fabric fell open to the waist, showing off the hard lines of her torso and musculature. Hawke's impressive abdominal muscles weren't a surprise to Isabela, but the jagged scars raised along them were. The Arishok's blade had skewered Hawke clean through. The scars were red and raised from the surface of Hawke's pale flesh. The full expanse of the marks reminded Isabela how large the Arishok's blade was. She knew without looking that the scars went to her back; she had been run clean through, and raised off the ground on the end of his blade. Hawke's kicking legs as she balanced on the cutting edge of pain and an opponent's mercy made Isabela's mind go just a touch mad to remember. Just looking at them made the pirate feel dizzy with guilt. She had caused this… she had almost lost Hawke, just look how bad it looked even three years later…. She could have lost her. Hearing Hawke scream had convinced Isabela in a stunned moment of panic that her guardsman had died on the Arishok's blade…
Hawke's pale fingers clutched the edges of her tunic open. Isabela still didn't say anything, and her fingers trembled on the fabric of her shirt. She began to do up the tunic, but Isabela stopped her. Her dark hands covered Hawke's pale ones, caressing. Tears were in Isabela's eyes, despite herself. She ran her fingertips to the top of the Champion's ribs, just south of her breast band. She gazed into Hawke's eyes. "If you don't like me touching here….tell me…" she whispered. Hawke nodded. She still looked like she wanted to flee. Her stomach went concave as Isabela gently ran her fingers down, along the abdominal muscle lines. Isabela winced as her finger tips touched the raised edge of one scar. She kept her touch light, ready to pull her hand back. Hawke stared at her; her abdominals tensed.
"See…still stunning," Isabela tried to make her words light, but her emotions were a mess. Hawke gave a curt nod, mouth stretched to a thin line. When Isabela continued to cry silently, her broad shoulders slouched.
Isabela retracted her touch carefully, and was surprised when Hawke wrapped her arms around her waist, lifting her up close. Hawke kissed her, wanting to forget the pain her scars caused her. Sometimes she woke remembering the pain, remembering the sick bed. The changing of bandages, the sharp pain as Anders applied more herbs. And the absence of Isabela. Hawke kissed her desperately, longingly, keeping her close. Her hands twined through ebony locks as she clutched her pirate queen.
"Please…" Hawke whispered against her lips and she was startled to feel wetness against her cheeks. Opening her eyes, she was startled to see Isabela was still crying. "It…it doesn't hurt much anymore. Oh, Bela, don't cry…"
"I shouldn't have left. I'm so sorry…" Isabela murmured. Hawke kissed the tears across her face tenderly. Her hands gripped the swell of Isabela's rear, picking her back up. Isabela clung to her neck, legs around her waist. She shuddered against Hawke's throat.
Isabela clinging to her made Hawke tumble with her across the wide bed. Isabela was smiling now and Hawke's heart thudded hard. They kissed deeply, again and again. Hawke's hands were everywhere, staring as more dark flesh was revealed to her intense gaze. Isabela teased her, urging her to unlace her corset. Isabela sat up and pulled her boots off, smiling when abit of Hawke's old confidence resurged as her tunic was yanked open. Isabela surprised Hawke by chucking it over her head and off. She reclined on the mattress, naked except for her smallclothes.
"Well, that's better," Isabela teased. Her heart gave a lurch of joy as Hawke pressed on top of her, tumbling with her. Isabela laughed, kissing Hawke's bare shoulder. "You're still wearing too much, Champion. Off with it all."
Hawke leaned up, her dark hair tousled. She gave a nervous grin. But her tunic was open, keeping her scars uncovered. She nodded. "Well, if you insist…"
Isabela caressed her warm side, on the opposite side of her scars. The Champion was so turned on, she felt like she was aflame. Isabela leaned up to kiss her.
"I do." She raised an eyebrow. Hawke sat up on the edge of the bed, tugging her boots off. Off went her pants and she turned, clad only in her smallclothes and open tunic. Isabela had a feeling this was the last of Hawke's apparent armor about her pain. She kissed the slope of her pale shoulder as she unwound her breast band. Isabela couldn't help squeezing one small breast, thumbing a nipple as she went. Hawke growled and took her lips in a hard kiss. Isabela smiled in her head as she was pushed to her back. Hawke slowly shucked her tunic off. She looked somewhat put off about it still, but Isabela's hands all over her back, fingers sliding over the shifting muscles, felt way too good to complain about. Her shift had swelled through the teasing and now pressed insistently against Isabela's wet cave. Isabela flopped on her back, arms above her head, breasts heaving with arousal.
"All off…" she pleaded.
Hawke smiled above her. Their smallclothes were pulled off and tossed aside. As Hawke was leaning on top of her, wrapping her thighs around her waist, there was an intense question in the Champion's eyes. Isabela was about to urge her to go ahead, already, when the words that fell out surprised her.
"Not leaving?"
Isabela blinked. Her hands wandered along Hawke's shoulders and to her face, drawing her down.
"Not again." She swore. Isabela was pleased to see a relaxed smile on the Champion's lips. When she stretched inside, Isabela cried out with more than pleasure. She was where she needed to be.
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Hawke knew she must look a fool, but she couldn't help it. They had slept on and off all night, trading kisses, embrace, and fluids, if she were going to be crass about it. Isabela had taken her again and again, and after being inside her once, Hawke had to keep reclaiming her. First it had been slow and sweet. After waking a few hours later, things grew more heated and Hawke was urged on to more athletic tumblings.
Now, Hawke gazed down at the sleeping pirate. Her bandana was off, and she had removed her earrings, but her gold choker remained in place. Hawke didn't mind. It made her look barbaric wearing only that piece of jewelry in bed. Small kisses along Isabela's sternum and breasts roused her. She groaned, thighs rolling open as she woke. Hawke leaned into her warm body and sucked a nipple into her mouth gently. Isabela groaned.
"You know how I like to wake," she murmured. Her hand swiped affectionately through Hawke's short hair. Hawke kissed around the curve of her breast to the other one. A small bite around the other nipple forced a gasp from the pirate queen. "You were so wonderful…"
"Enough with the compliments," Hawke grinned up at her. "I missed you. You pushed me on, Bela."
Isabela's heart surged at the 'missed you.' She wrapped her arms and legs around the Champion, leaning up to kiss her. Their tongues stroked slowly.
"I suppose I should repay you….." Isabela pushed up against Hawke's collarbone, urging her to her back. A heated kiss and Isabela's lips were moving down her torso. Hawke writhed, not minding when she moved along her stomach. Her shift was present and throbbing urgently up between her legs. No other woman had ever excited her this much, or made her feel safe. Well, except for…. Hawke focused on the now, so she wouldn't feel guilty about Merrill. "Especially with so many paying you lip service, I better stake my claim….."
"Believe me, I'm yours," Hawke groaned. Her head fell back on her pillow. Isabela's hot mouth wrapped around the head of her cock, suckling gently as her hand caressed her base firmly. "Bela!"
"Hmm hmm…" Isabela murmured around her. She lifted off, lapping at her slit with her clever tongue, forcing out small trails of precum. "No one else gets this…you better stick to your word, Hawke."
Hawke gave a strangled gasp as Isabela moved her mouth over her head and went straight down, taking half her length in one fell swoop. Her abdominal muscles tensed. "No one….damn…Bela…. keep doing that…"
Isabela blushed, bobbing her head up and down, flicking her eyes up Hawke's torso. Her Champion was on the edge, conflicted, trying not to fuck up into her throat, and failing as her hips gave small thrusts upward. She moved with it, forcing her Champion to spiral harder and harder out of control. Finally, a hard stream of come was her reward. Isabela brought her mouth up back to the head, swallowing down as her hand squeezed her base and up, milking her.
Hawke collapsed, muscles tensed as she panted for breath. Isabela wiped her mouth on a corner of the sheets and reached for a glass on the bedside table. "You always did taste strong," Isabela teased. She took a swallow of whiskey.
Hawke's cock bobbed, half erect and sticky, between her legs. Isabela's inner walls gave a pulse of desire. Hawke's fingers tangled through her hair in surprise as she bent down to carefully lick around the sensitive head.
"Ah! Bela, that's enough," Hawke pleaded. She was so sensitive the gentle licks almost hurt. Isabela gave her a final soft lap of the tongue and leaned up on the mattress to pillow her head on her shoulder.
"Never could resist when you're just there for the taking," she teased. A wide grin was on Hawke's face. "Could I ask you something, Hawke?"
"Anything," Hawke said. She kissed the pirate's cheek. Isabela trailed a hand between Hawke's breasts.
"Why so many lovers? I get you wanted to have a few playthings, and I'm not one to talk. It seemed there was a fleet watching us in market." It wasn't easy to admit she was jealous. She wanted Hawke, and all to herself from now on.
Hawke gave a sad frown to the canopy above them. "It wasn't you. Well, I guess in a way it was. I was mad and upset and the Champion. I could have anyone if I chose to. So, I guess I was trying to fill the part you left empty. I was….lonely."
The hurt in Hawke's voice made Isabela's heart lurch. She leaned up to kiss her urgently.
"Never again, sweet thing. You've got me," she promised. Hawke's smile returned. She kissed her back gently.
"Good. Because I'll punish you if you decide to leave again." The firm hand Hawke rubbed along her ass belied her words and pushed a teasing mood. Isabela arched against her and giggled.
There was a knock at the door and Bodahn pushed in, breakfast tray in his hands. "Good morning, Serah Hawke; there's eggs, lots of bacon, fruit…" His eyes registered the guest in his mistress's bed and his face erupted into a blush. "I, that is….I'm sorry!"
He set the tray down and rushed out of the room, covering his eyes. Hawke gave a lazy shrug and leaned up. She pulled the tray onto the bed, and poured coffee for herself. Isabela snagged the whiskey bottle from the nightstand for her morning drink.
"And here I'm already scandalizing the servants," Isabela teased. Hawke kissed her shoulder, and spooned eggs and fruit for her.
"They'll get used to it," Hawke promised. They kissed softly and dug in.
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Merrill woke suddenly. She looked around her dark hut, legs tangled in her scratchy sheets.
There was a banging at her door and longing made Merrill fling her shift on and run for the door.
"Hawke?" she called, certain that's who it was. Hawke had always been polite, knocking instead of forcing the door as her neighbors sometimes did. Merrill unlatched the door, see she DID remember to lock it sometimes, and flung it open, beaming with want. "I knew you'd…!"
But it wasn't Hawke. It was one of the Alienage elves, asking for any meat or leftovers she could spare. At least this neighbor was polite and didn't just take. Hawke called it stealing, but Merrill was only too glad to help everyone.
"Sorry, I don't have much. But you're welcome to it," Merrill said. The thin woman smiled with thanks and left. Merrill remembered to shut the door. She wandered back to bed in a daze.
Hawke had loved her giving nature. It had been days. Would she ever come back? Even to tell her her decision? Tears filled the elf's eyes. She fell into bed, clutching her spare pillow. She had sewn fabric from one of Hawke's tunics to make an impromptu pillow case. She hugged it to her face and inhaled. Faintly, she could still smell Hawke's alluring musk. It was a poor substitute for the real thing and Merrill hugged the pillow, crying.
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"Did you have to bring her?" Aveline asked, cross. Isabela gave a wave to the captain, even as her other hand was busy playing with Hawke's tunic. The Champion had a goofy grin on her face as her pirate teased her. Half the soldiers in the barracks were watching longingly.
"Course I did. Isabela wants to help, and I want her to." Hawke's words were convincing but as they walked off, the pirate's hand went due south, caressing the bulge between her thighs. "Bela…."
"Dare I say I can help you with that," Isabela teased lowly. Aveline sighed. She threw a stack of parchment off her desk.
"Go, get off, and hurry it up. If you can't behave yourself in front of our client, don't show," Aveline growled. Hawke insisted she would finish up at the noblewoman's request, but her giggle as Isabela led her around the corner to an empty corridor of the barracks belied that.
End for now
End notes: Stay strong, lovelies. Leave a review if you liked.
Sincerely, pen
11/26/2017