Author's Disclaimer: I don't own a thing belonging to"Dragon Age 2."Only the pups did I make up.
Author's notes: And the Hawke estate has a couple of heirs :P The Champion will learn to be a proud papa. This chapter I'm doing something abit different, with a look at a few different vignettes, complete with mini title for each. Also jumping around a few days here. Enjoy.
CharlieBarrow: Thanks for the little story prompts. And for making sure the time line stays right!
QueenTyzula: Hope you enjoy this one :P
"Catching the Wind"
Chapter sixteen "New life together"
-Waking up-
Sleeping with her mate, girlfriend and two small boys turned out to be a lot more relaxing than Hawke thought. Lark and Falcon fell asleep rather easily after a pair of bedtime stories. After a kiss to her mate and girlfriend, Hawke curled up round Falcon.
Now, Hawke could hear giggling as she slowly began to come to consciousness. She listened good and hard, recognizing the sound as one of her sons.
Then she could hear Isabela tutting them, not realizing she was awake. "Boys, calm down! Don't wake your papa…."
Hawke slit one eye open and tickled Lark. The boy squealed and fell onto his back, small legs kicking. "Maaaaaa, she's awake!"
Isabela smiled indulgently at her mate. Hawke sat up yawning, scraping a hand through her short dark hair.
"You two sure get up early," she said, but she held her arm out, letting Falcon ease into a hug. Hawke yawned widely.
Isabela smiled indulgently at her and winked. "They were excited to wake up here. You wouldn't believe….how much they wanted…."
Hawke touched her mate's cheek, fingers trailing down to her bare neck. It touched her that Isabela took off her choker to go to bed now. It said a lot more of how she had changed around her.
"I know, Bela," she said softly. She knew what Isabela was eluding to. The boys, who had lived their small lives without a father, had always wanted to meet her. Hawke couldn't stop the surge of love that flared through her breast. She looked around the master's bed chamber. "Where's Merrill?"
Falcon giggled as Hawke lifted him easily in one strong arm. "To get something," he confided. Hawke suddenly knew what and smiled, confidant.
Before Isabela could ask, the door opened, and Merrill sidled in, her slim body wrapped in a dressing robe that obviously belonged to Hawke; it hung onto her small frame loosely. She had a tray in her arms and carefully set it on the mattress. On it was a small teapot, two cups with saucers, and a few random biscuits for the boys. Hawke was touched as Merrill poured her a cup and handed the tea over. Hawke waited until the boys were given the biscuits and Merrill had her own cup and clinked her drinkware against hers.
Isabela raised an eyebrow. The ease Merrill settled in with tea for her mate spoke that they had had this apparent morning ritual before. When Hawke's green eyes raised to her, questioning, Isabela ducked into the bedside table. She pulled out a flask and took a long swallow.
"Cheers, you two," she said jovially, as the whiskey made a pleasant burning trail down her throat. Hawke grinned at her, glad Isabela was easing Merrill into their family.
"Is Bodahn bringing breakfast?" Hawke asked Merrill. She nodded and broke up a piece of biscuit for Lark. He accepted the piece and chewed happily. Hawke looked around the bed, watching her mate, girlfriend and sons. She had no idea she even had children and she was suddenly gifted with two. She gave Isabela a loving look and the pirate blushed.
'Thank you,' she mouthed. Isabela ruffled Falcon's hair, giving her a sultry wink.
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-'Take your pups to work day'-
"This is where you do work, Papa?" Falcon asked. Lark stuck his thumb in his mouth, shyly holding onto Hawke's hand. Hawke nodded, casting a look down to the boys. She told Isabela she wanted to bring the boys to the guardsmen barracks and show them off to the men and women. And Aveline would do good knowing she was settling in with her full family.
"Yup! I'm Champion, but I do like to help Auntie Aveline with some tasks from time to time. I supply a good sword arm and muscle," Hawke explained. Most of this flew over Falcon's head, but at 'sword arm,' he stared down at his skinny limb, pouting.
"Papa? Can I be strong too?" he asked softly. Hawke's heart thudded in her chest. She nodded.
"Of course, you can! We'll get started on that soon. Come on, boys."
The guardsman on duty at the front double doors did a double take and gave a short bow to the Champion.
"I heard you had a family, but wow!" he said in awe. Hawke smirked proudly, holding her boys by the hand. Hawke had sent for a tailor and had new fine clothing sewn up for the twins a few days ago. She had paid double to have them done within a day, so her sons wouldn't wear out the outfits they'd arrived in. Isabela pressed her hip against her mate's as they walked in and Hawke flashed her a happy grin. Knocking at Aveline's door, Isabela walked in first, causing Aveline to groan.
But when she saw their children, Aveline caught her mood and greeted the twins. "You didn't say you'd be bringing them by," she said to Hawke with surprise. Hawke smiled.
"I thought they'd like to see me spar abit. Maybe you too, Captain."
"I'd be pleased," Aveline said, smiling.
Lark let go of his papa's hand and wandered around the big desk. He stared up at the red-headed woman, eyes tracing over the details of her armor. "You're our auntie too?" he asked, awestruck. Aveline nodded, flashing a pleased look to Hawke.
"Maybe not in the same way as your Auntie Merrill, but I'll protect you all the same," Aveline said. Lark grinned and dashed to his brother. They giggled together.
Hawke rolled her shoulders, armor clinking. She cast a roguish grin to her mate as she led her family to the sparring area. The guardsmen and women snapped to attention and Hawke pointed to one young man to strap on his armor and ready himself. Aveline selected blunted swords and Hawke smiled her thanks. After saluting the sweating young man, Hawke parried his strike and charged him suddenly. Her armored shoulder slammed into his breastplate and the young man almost lost his balance. He faltered, boots scrambling, and got his footing. With Hawke so close, he chose to try a melee strike, slamming his gauntlet into her chest. Hawke grunted at the impact and side-stepped, raising her sword between them.
An outraged cry rang in her ears and Hawke barely had time to blink when two small blurs rushed past her. Lark jumped up and tackled the guardsman's waist, and Falcon grabbed his leg, both wailing with fury. The surprised man dropped his blade on reflex and fell to his knees, holding his hands up. He began to sweat as the boys wrestled him down, hissing at him. Hawke barked a laugh and set her blade down. She knelt down and patted her knee.
"Papa's okay, boys. Come see," she said. Falcon gave the man a punch on his side, and Lark kicked him to boot. They scampered off and stopped shyly in front of their sire. Hawke's smile assured them, and the boys smiled. Their sire looked fine, and they'd gotten a few hits in on the supposed aggressor. Isabela covered her mouth, grinning. Aveline sighed.
"Well, they do have your spirit, pirate," she conceded. Isabela's gaze was fond.
"They sure do," she said. Hawke winked at her mate and blew her a kiss. Isabela blushed.
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-Following in Papa's footsteps-
After the boy's bath after dinner, Hawke sat in a corner of the kitchen, carving tools and knife in hand. Orana turned down the lantern and set the washed dishes into the pantry. She smiled at her mistress and left her to her task.
Hawke hummed under her breath as she carved. Her boys had expressed interest in learning swordplay and she could get them started on exercises at least. Falcon was a boy after her own heart, so a longsword fashioned to a child's hand would be his weapon. It would be one-handed since she intended to carve a wooden shield to match. Hawke had a feeling Lark had more of Isabela's style in him, so he would receive a pair of wooden daggers.
Hawke was very happy, listening to her servant's muffled speech from the other room, and Bodahn's son humming nonsense. The light was low in the kitchen and the room still smelled of spices and the evening meal. Hawke was so intent on her task she barely heard the kitchen door push open. Hawke looked up as Isabela stood over her.
"What are you doing, Hawke?" she asked, bemused. Hawke smiled and showed her the outline of the wooden weapons.
"Making practice blades for the boys. They can learn to hold their own, same as us," Hawke said. Isabela sat on the tiles beside her mate and leaned her head on her shoulder.
"I hoped you would take to your role, but I shouldn't have worried. You're one in a million, sweet thing," Isabela murmured. A delighted blush spread across Hawke's cheeks.
"Bela…."
"Are you coming to bed? The boys are falling asleep," Isabela teased. Hawke tilted her chin up and leaned to kiss her.
"Soon. I want to get a good start on these, so they can have them tomorrow." Hawke's eyes gleamed with excitement. Isabela patted her thigh.
"Don't stay up too late," Isabela said. Hawke nodded. She bent back to her task. She worked so diligently that Hawke was startled to notice the last lantern in the kitchen dim low and almost sputter out. It must be very late, for the rest of the manor was darkened and the front door locked up tight, and the servants had gone to bed.
Hawke set the wooden blades aside and put her carving tools into the pantry drawer. She tiptoed back through the dining hall and toward the staircase. Hawke sidled into the master's bedchamber and felt her way to the bed. Soft breathing filled the air and Hawke patted the figure closest to her. Merrill, with a small bundle on her chest. Hawke undressed down to her under shirt and climbed deftly over Merrill's feet toward the middle of the bed. She was touched when Merrill rolled toward her, kissing her shoulder.
"Hawke?" she whispered. Hawke kissed her temple.
"I'm here. Go to sleep, sweetling," she urged. One of her sons curled between them, fisting the collar of Hawke's shirt. She put her hand over his and settled on her back, closing her eyes.
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-"A gift"-
Hawke must have been at ease, for she woke with a longing for her mate and girlfriend. A child's giggle filled the air and Hawke told herself to be patient. She'd have to grab the opportunity and sneak in some alone time. Falcon and Lark were talking quietly under the blankets and perked when they felt her shift on the mattress. Hawke greeted her children and ruefully thought of the room she'd picked out for them. Maybe they could be talked into sleeping in there, so she could get some time with Isabela and Merrill. A subtle pounding ached between Hawke's legs as she sat up and was glomped on both sides.
Merrill woke up, yawning. She stretched on her side. Isabela was stroking her thigh but let up with their sons conscious.
After breakfast, Hawke took her carving to the manor study, intent on finishing. It was well after lunch when she called Falcon and Lark over.
"What is it?" Falcon asked seriously. Hawke grinned. She uncovered the longsword and small round shield and the boy yelped happily. She held the longsword out, hilt first, for her son to take.
"I'll start teaching you both how to be stronger. These are for you."
Falcon stared, entranced with his find.
"And for Lark, a pair of daggers. Your mom can teach you a thing or two as well about how she uses hers," Hawke said. Lark's eyes were huge. He smiled. He clutched the wooden daggers in both small hands.
"Really, Papa?" he asked. Hawke ruffled his hair.
"Before we begin, let's do stretches. Come on."
Hawke began her sit-ups for the day, smiling as her pups tried to keep up. At this point with them so small, just trying was a good start. They sat up rapidly, form off, trying to match her pace. After stretching her legs, watching Falcon and Lark try to match her, Hawke led the twins to the back garden through the kitchen door. Orana was stirring something on the oven and smiled. Falcon carried his sword and shield proudly, and Lark stared down at the wooden daggers in his hands. There was a dummy stuffed with straw beside a large tree her mother had said was shorter when she was a girl.
Hawke adjusted Falcon's shield on his skinny left arm, and put her hand over his tiny fist, helping him raise his wooden sword in a ready stance. Nodding, Hawke moved to Lark, helping adjust his wrists and posture. Hawke ambled to the side of the building, where a two-handed wooden sparring weapon waited. She shouldered its heft easily, and stood before her small pups, readying the weapon.
"Okay, boys. Go on, attack!" She parried their small thrusts easily, letting them slam the wooden weapons against her own. Out of the corner of her eye, Hawke saw her mate and Merrill poke out of the kitchen door, watching. As the boys stopped after several moments of hard whacking, panting for breath, Hawke knelt beside them. She tickled their chins, getting a laugh and nodded.
"A good offense is very decisive."
"What's decisive?" Lark piped up. Sweat glistened on his brow. Hawke ruffled his hair.
"It means a very good choice," she said. "And you both are starting off well. We should do exercises most every day if we can help it. I intend to get you both up to strength."
Falcon and Lark beamed at each other, puffing out their chests.
"How are my little warriors?" Isabela called. She sat on a bench in the shade, thighs crossed.
"Great!" Falcon crowed. Lark beamed at his mother.
"They're starting out great," Hawke assured her mate. Merrill sat beside Isabela, both of them watching Hawke with the boys. It touched Isabela more than she could say. For the past few years, as her pups grew, she could only imagine having a home with life with their sire. Now, it had come true.
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-Trying to get laid-
"Hawke, they could come in any minute," Isabela grinned. What began as a private embrace and simple kiss had heated up to something other. Hawke clutched her pirate to her, lips nuzzling at the round breasts her mate's tunic offered. She tried to unfasten her mate's corset but wound up cupping her ass in her hands instead.
"Just another minute…. We haven't been together in days," Hawke pleaded. Her shift was forming, and heat slammed between her legs as blood rushed to her cock. She was pleased when Isabela felt it and rubbed full up against her torso. Hawke groaned against her mate's neck, as her cock was pushed against.
"Maybe more than a minute?" Isabela teased. Hawke nodded eagerly, looking around. The door to the family study was closed and there was a desk nearby. It would have to do. Hawke reached around under Isabela's tunic to grasp the hem of her small clothes when the door banged open. Hawke tore her hands away as if burned and took a step back from her lover.
"Papa! Mama! Found you!" Falcon announced. He and his brother rushed forward to hug their parents. Hawke tried not to sigh externally but her mind was already screaming to finish what she started. But not while her pups wanted her.
"You did. I thought you were going to get lunch from Orana?" Isabela asked. Hawke was amazed how even her voice was after being felt up.
"We are! We wanted to find you too," Lark insisted. Hawke took his hand in hers as they all made their way to the dining room. Merrill was looking over a heavy tome, brows knitted in concentration. She looked up, smiling at her lover. Isabela and Merrill locked eyes and Isabela gave a low shrug.
"Perhaps you boys can try your bedroom tonight. It'll be your own place to guard for me," Hawke suggested. She was pleased when the twins looked at each other and nodded.
"We'll guard it, Papa. Make sure no creature takes it away!" Lark insisted. Hawke gave a silent sigh of relief.
"We'll still read you your stories. But tonight, let's try your room."
"Why, Papa?" Falcon wanted to know. Hawke tried to be tactful, but her body was craving her mate and girlfriend.
"Because sometimes mamas and papas need their time together," Hawke stammered. Isabela nodded.
"They need to show each other how much they love each other." Isabela added. Hawke wanted to laugh, but it was true. Well, her body wanted to show Isabela and Merrill how much it loved them.
After bath time, Hawke picked up her boys, one to each shoulder and nudged the door of their bedroom open. The chambers had been dusted by Orana and the bedding changed, but the room still smelled mostly unused. It saddened Hawke a moment that most of her mother's estate was mostly unlived in after her own brothers and sisters had left to make their mark on the world.
Falcon climbed on the left bed and hopped up and down experimentally. Lark took the remaining bed and kicked the covers low. Hawke sat on Lark's bed and leaned her weight on one hand.
"Shall I tell about the time I made my fortune on the Deep Roads with Uncle Varric?" Hawke said. She looked around the walls of the bedroom, eyes lost in thought. The boys exclaimed and nodded. Isabela sidled in and tucked Falcon in.
"Yes!"
"Well, I had signed on with Varric and his older brother. They were leading the party for the unexplored parts of the Deep Roads. There was dwarven treasure we wanted to find…" Hawke began. She kept to the more "high adventure" part of the tale. Bethany's corruption and her choice to give her to the Grey Wardens was a heartbreaking memory and would have to be told another day.
Merrill sat on Lark's bed. The boys began to yawn as Hawke went on and on. When their eyelids fluttered, Isabela blew out the candles in the room.
"Good night, son," she whispered, leaning to kiss Falcon's brow. Lark was already passed out when all three kissed him. The three adults tiptoed out and Isabela wisely kept the door open a crack, so they could find their way out.
Once inside the master's bedchamber, Hawke found herself pressed up against Merrill, kissing her as Isabela nibbled on her neck. Errant hands groped and tried to loosen articles of clothing as panting breathing filled the air.
"Finally..." Hawke breathed as she nipped along Merrill's neck. The elf shivered in her arms. "Bela, you okay with….?"
Isabela shook her head against her shoulder, as her hands slid under Hawke's tunic, sliding under her bound breasts.
"I want you first, but looks like kitten got to your cock first," Isabela pouted. She pressed heated kisses along the side of her mate's neck and shoulder as she and Merrill stripped their Champion. "Hurry up and get to me…"
Hawke swept Merrill up into her arms, laying the skinny elf onto the bed and sliding on top. Their limbs twined, and a flush swept over Merrill's face as her tunic was unfastened. Hawke rested her face against one small breast, licking and sucking the hard nipple as her hips ground down against her girlfriend's. Merrill's thighs parted, and her legs twined around Hawke's lean hips. Isabela was reaching to unlace her to help when a sharp cry sounded from the boy's room. Hawke and Merrill froze, and Isabela's hand locked where it was, down Hawke's trousers.
"What are the chances they need us?" Hawke murmured. Merrill panted under her, blushing. She shrugged as Hawke moved to her other breast.
"Could be a nightmare. If I go check on them, you had better be close to my turn," Isabela offered. Hawke snapped a mock salute.
"Yes, my love," she purred. Isabela swatted her ass and regrettably climbed off the large bed. The soft sighs behind her filled her ears as Isabela left the master's chamber and padded down the hall. She made sure she was covered and presentable and poked into the boy's room.
"Falcon? Larkie?" she said softly. A sniffle sounded from Falcon's bed.
"I had a scary dream! And Lark won't wake up," Falcon sniffled. Lark's loud snoring filled the air. Isabela maneuvered around his bed in the dark and sat down with her eldest boy. She stroked his hair, letting him lean on her lap and told him a short story.
"You have your new sword in here, right? It's there if you need it to slay the monsters," Isabela suggested. Falcon murmured an affirmation in the dark.
"Okay, Mama," he said softly. Isabela kissed his brow and leaned him down in the covers.
"Can you go back to sleep?" she asked. Falcon said he could and Isabela gently withdrew and sidled back to the door. She called a soft goodnight and kept the door partially open.
Back in the master's chambers, Isabela sidled in to ruefully notice that Hawke and Merrill weren't finished yet. She hadn't been gone long, but Hawke looked to be taking her sweet time, sliding inside Merrill with short shallow thrusts that kept much of her length from slamming into her small lover. Merrill was breathing harshly, crying out on each thrust in. Her feet slid along Hawke's calves.
"I haven't had any in a few days either," Isabela noted. She shucked her clothes off and ran a hand down her mate's sweaty back. Her muscles bunched on each thrust. Hawke lifted her head, grunting on each stroke. Apparently, it'd been too long for her too. Isabela watched the muscles of Hawke's backside flexing as she pushed Merrill over the edge.
Merrill mewled and buried her face in Hawke's neck. Her small hands shook against Hawke's back. Hawke raised her head and looked at Isabela with a dazed look. Isabela noticed she hadn't come; it was evident in the coiled tension in her mate's muscles and the sweat pouring off her brow, making her bangs stick to her face.
"Hawke…" Merrill tried to rouse her, and Hawke smiled, leaning to kiss her. She pulled out and planted a few kisses along the elf's breast. She knelt up, cock bobbing and Isabela was pulled across the bed toward her.
Isabela giggled and was pulled into a hard kiss. Hawke's mouth was wet and warm, and her tongue slid into Isabela's mouth eagerly. Isabela loosened her corset and Hawke stripped her quickly. Merrill rolled on her side, eyes blinking sleepily. She focused on Hawke's roiling musculature as exhaustion overtook her.
Isabela went to take her usual place on top, but Hawke growled. The noise went due south, making Isabela drip from the possessive sound. The pirate's hand trailed down Hawke's chest, caressing her mating bite. Hawke pressed her to her back and slid between her thighs, working herself in with short hard thrusts. Isabela could feel how desperate her mate was. Hawke pounded into her, once she was sure her mate could take it, shaking that side of the mattress. Isabela could only hold on, thrusting her hips back as best she could. She couldn't help giving a few shrieks as her alpha thrust into her. The noises Hawke was making told her she was close, and Isabela roamed her hands down her mate's back, gripping her buttocks.
"Yes, love, yes, fill me," Isabela crooned. Hawke gaped down at her, sweat rolling down the line of her jaw. She gritted her teeth, squeezing her eyes closed. She grunted loudly, thrusting harder. Isabela was surprised when she rose to her knees, hands roaming down the insides of Isabela's silky thighs, pushing her legs further apart.
One hand went inward, rubbing the hard nub of her clit. Isabela saw stars and squealed. She was pushed harder and harder and finally came undone, shouting. Merrill rolled over on the other side of the bed. Hawke grunted and burst a few moments later. Isabela moved beneath her, guiding Hawke through her climax. The shooting streams of hot com felt too good. Before Isabela could say a word, Hawke fell forward, curling on top of her mate. Her cock was still inside, softening, and Isabela could feel their releases leak around the base of her mate's shift. Isabela found she didn't care, stroking her mate's back, kissing the side of her head.
"Love you," she murmured. Hawke kissed her shoulder sleepily.
"You too," she said drowsily, and Isabela forgave the short words feeling her mate snore on top of her.
With two small children in the house, Isabela wondered how long they had to lay connected together. But she would take the moment as it were.
End for now
End notes: Leave a review if you liked! Stay strong, my lovelies.
Sincerely, pen
3/24/2018