MoonPriestess30 – I'm glad you didn't think it was a filler, and yes the eye was gross but I kinda like the gross stuff. Now bare with me as this chapter seems like a silly one but it's going somewhere, setting up for the next one as it were. Enjoy!

Chapter 28

'Isabela!' Came Amelie's drunk giggle as she laid on her bed. 'Whatya doin'?' She smirks. The girls had gotten together for a night off and it was that time of the evening. Everyone was slightly sozzled and merry. Catherine was sprawled over the chair and held a half filled bottle of spirits, she giggled at Amelie's antics and looked over at Isabela who was searching in her storage chest.

'Lookin' for somethin'!' Came the Pirate's reply.

'Well, duh,' Catherine laughed as she rolled her eyes. 'You stupid tart, you're gonna end up in the chest you keep on,' she snorts and goes to lean forward and slap her on the backside but ends up slipping off the chair instead crashing to the floor, making Amelie choke on the sip of wine she had just taken and cough heavily as she cackled. Isabela didn't even turn around to look at her friend on the floor and continued to pull out random things to try to discover whatever it was she was looking for.

Amelie slid off the bed to the mess on the floor that was her best friend. 'You alive?' She giggled as she poked Catherine in the boob. The smith shnerks in an attempt to hold in her laughter before rolling over onto her front and slapping Amelie away playfully. 'Seriously though Isabela, what are you looking for?' She asked as she attempted to continue poking and getting slapped in return. Isabela made a sound of triumph and pulled out something that can only be described as... kinky. Amelie and Catherine looked at it in wonder and then looked at each other. The mage took the metaphorical plunge and spoke up. 'Uh... what's that?'

'It's an outfit, duh,' Isabela said putting it down and pulling out another, but it was more subtle. 'I think this one is my favourite,' she says as she pulls out a rich purple one with lace. She registers the expressions on the other two, 'what? You don't think I like delicate things?' She pouted.

Catherine gets up and moves to the bed where Isabela had laid out her collection of sultry garments. 'Wow, Izz, this is quite something. You have so many... why?' She asks as she picks up a red and black ensemble.

'Because sometimes I like to feel sexy and pretty, like a box of chocolates,' she teases as she looks at Amelie. 'I want you gals to pick one,' she revealed. Amelie got up and moved to the bed to look at them a blush crossing her face.

'I don't think so, you've got more... bust, than me,' she points out. 'It would jus' hang offa me,' she sighs. 'Besides, Fenris an' I haven't... not for a while...' she admits. Catherine and Isabela look at each other in mutual concern. They take a seat either side of her and each have a drink from Catherine's bottle. 'It's not that I don't wanna! He jus' doesn't seem to!' Amelie babbles getting a little upset. 'Am I not attractive? Or do ya think he's got bored of me an' thas gonna be it?' All the worries that had been building up in Amelie's head for the last couple of months poured out. 'Ever since that damn dragon!' She whined.

Isabela patted her on the thigh and bit her thumbnail, this was crossing into territory that she wasn't particularly versed in. 'Well have ya... tried it on? Like, when you're in bed... y'know?' She asks.

Her uncomfortable posture and words makes Amelie grin despite the moment. 'I thought I'd never see the day that you don't wanna talk about sex,' she laughs.

'It's not just sex though is it,' Isabela said as she motioned for the bottle. 'It's like, love,' she gags before she finishes the bottle. 'Anyway back to my question, have you even like tried?'

Amelie blushes and twiddles her thumbs as she looks at her hands. 'Well, he jus' hasn't been stayin' over really. An' we kiss an' stuff, but it like never goes any further. I don't know what's going on. I mean, he said he loved me a couple months ago but he hasn't said anythin' since then. It's like there's somethin' on his mind and he jus' won't talk to me about it,' she sighed.

'Honestly though, Ami,' Catherine said as she got up to get another bottle from the dresser; a stash they had brought up with them. 'He's been off with Garrett as well, he's not really talking to anyone.' She said simply.

'What am I supposed to do! I'm supposed to be his... girlfriend or whatever you wanna call it!' Amelie gets up and takes the alcohol that Catherine was offering her. She still had a limp from the entanglement with the dragon, her ankle hadn't completely healed yet. She sighed and opened the bottle taking a large swig.

'Sounds like he's fucking grumpy from not getting' laid!' Isabela snorts. 'I know I get inna foul mood when I'm not getting any!' She grins. Amelie sighs and doesn't even give a little bit of a smile, Isabela stands up and takes the mage's hand. 'Ami... in all seriousness, do you like... love him?' She asks getting a nod in reply. 'Does he love you?' Isabela says squeezing her hand. 'D'you think that he loves you, right now?'

'Yes,' came Amelie's quiet reply.

'Then what ya fucking waitin' on? Maker girl, are you horny? Ya want some of that tasty elf ass? You need him to bang you like a door in a hurricane? Bend you over and hammer you like a nail? Taste some of that swee-' Amelie giggled as she literally put her hand over the pirate's mouth in a bid to get her to stop talking. Isabela smiled and took her hand away, 'it sounds like Fenris needs to talk about somethin' that's botherin' him. But, men, they're fucking useless at talkin'. You need to make it so he's relaxed enough to open up, and men, they do that after sex,' she says simply.

'It's true, men are never more honest than after sex,' Catherine nods.

'Now, I'm only really good at the whole, I'm horny, wanna bang? Scenarios, but I'm thinkin' if ya invite him over, wear somethin' enticing an' get his instinct goin'. Then you can get what you want an' he can feel relaxed enough to chat, or whatever,' she shrugs. 'Okay, that's it, I'm tapped out of advice. Cat?' Isabela offers and receives a shrug in reply. 'Right. I want you to put this one on,' she said picking up a blue and white one, and pressing it against Amelie. The mage tried to protest by the nightgown that she was wearing was quickly whipped over her head by Catherine.

'Maker Almighty!' Amelie screeched in embarrassment. She quickly covered herself with her hands, 'what are you doing?' She said rehtorically.

'Relax, we've seen it all before,' Cat laughs as she slaps Amelie on the arm playfully.

'It's not that! It's fucking cold in here, I'm cutting glass!' She moans. Isabela holds out the pretty lace that she wanted Amelie to try on and the mage sighed, snatching it out her hands and stepping into it, trying to figure out the straps. She finally manages to get it on and uncrosses her arms. 'Well?'

'Hmmmm,' they both said together, Catherine moved to stand next to Isabela. They looked at each and shook their heads.

'No, I thought the blue would suit your hair, but it jus' makes you look silly,' Isabela says simply.

'I agree, it's like she's a dolly and that ain't sexy,' Catherine pulls a face.

'I need a lot more wine for this,' Amelie said picking up a bottle. They spent an hour or so going through Isabela's collection and nothing seemed to work. 'Are you not bored of this yet?' Amelie sighed as she sat in the latest pick, the red and black one that Catherine had been eyeing up at the beginning. Between them they had finished the bottles of booze that they had brought up with them, the other girls had passed the realms of sobriety.

'Hmm. Oh shit a barnacle!' Isabela said as she shoved her dresses into her chest and then started to pull them out again. 'I have the perfect one!' She squeals. 'I bought it as I was gonna adjust it, the top was too small but it was just so fucking gorgeous!' The pirate looks frantically. 'It'll suit you perfectly!' She adds as she finds the bag she wanted and handed it to Catherine while she put the rest away.

Catherine opened the bag and gasped. 'Oh my fucking... Andraste, that's gorgeous,' she agrees. 'Amelie, strip, now,' she commands as she pulls out part of it. Amelie sighs and rolls her eyes as she pulls off the one she was wearing.

'Is this necessary?' She asked annoyed, the fun had worn off now for her. Catherine shushed her as she handed her the bottoms. 'Kitty Cat, this has like, ribbons,' she said tilting her head as she looks at her friend in pained annoyance.

'Yeah, they like go up and around your hips and waist,' Isabela explains from her box. Amelie sighs and rolls her eyes as she pull the knickers on and fiddles with the ribbons. 'Right, you put that on and I'm gonna get more booze, I'm sobering at a rate I don't like,' Isabela said as she got up.

'Oh! I'm gonna grab some cards,' Catherine said as she staggered towards the pirate, 'Varric should have some right? Amelie you get that on and we'll be back in a moment,' she says grinning. The pair wandered out the room and let Amelie get to it. She had to admit what she was putting on was actually very pretty. The lace was very floral and delicate, even the ribbons that wound across her skin felt very soft. She pulled on the top piece clipping it around her back, the ribbons wound under her bust. It fit really nicely, she sat down in front of Isabela's mirror and looked at herself. She took out her ponytail and began to thread her fingers through her curls, loosening them up a little.

'Andraste, I do actually look really sexy,' she says out loud to herself making herself blush as she looked at her bust. The navy colour suited her skin and hair, complimenting her eyes. She stood and turned her hips to look at her back and felt guilty about how she thought her bum looked really good. 'That damn pirate is rubbing off on me,' she sighed, she heard footsteps coming towards the room and she looked down as she began to untie the ribbons under her bust. The door opened and Amelie apologised, 'I'm taking it off, I feel like a fool,' she said simply. There was silence and she frowned turning around she went to face her friends, 'don't get grouchy because I don't wanna wear it- Oh... shit,' she said simply as the ribbons dropped from her fingers.

Fenris stared at her, his mouth hanging open a little, then he quickly shut the door behind him. 'I did not expect... I did not know... you were... I mean,' he stuttered making Amelie flush with heat as she watched him stumble over his words. 'I saw... I saw Isabela and Catherine... they were in the bar... I assumed you would be up so I...I... I came to say goodnight...' he said running his hand through his hair. 'I did not know... why are you...?'

'It was Isabela's idea! She thought it might make me feel better as we've not been... I mean...things... they're different at the moment,' she said trying to explain and failing. He was looking at her with an expression she couldn't figure out. Fuck! She thought in annoyance, this was not the way she wanted him to see her like this, in this type of outfit. Oh screw it! You think you look good so fucking own it! Come on Ami, get yourself together! He's seen you naked before,she mentally slapped herself. Uncrossing her arms she shifted her weight onto her good foot and let her hip drop. Her right hand went up to her hair and brushed it over her shoulder, her other hand resting on the curve of her waist. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes for a brief moment, take control! When she opened them Fenris was still a little shocked and simply stood there with his hand on the door from where he closed it. 'Do you not like it?' She asked forcing herself to be confident as she walked towards him. 'I thought you would like it,' she said as she got close running a finger down his breastplate.

'I.. did not expect to ever see you like this,' he says, his mouth dry and his words deeper than usual. Amelie grinned as she bit her lip.

'Well I was thinking that you've been a little tense lately and that you might need some help to relieve some stress,' she smiled as she played with a strand of his hair. 'I thought I could take care of you,' she adds her tone very suggestive. 'Maybe you should stop thinking, just relax and... well...' she says losing her bottle. Amelie wasn't getting any reaction from him. No clear signs and she really didn't want to push him into something he didn't want to do.

Fenris seemed to finally breathe again and looked at her, 'you are wearing this for me?' He asked.

Amelie laughed a little bitterly. 'I wasn't going to wear it to the yard,' she shrugged a shoulder. 'If it's not your thing I get it, I just thought that you would want to forget about whatever seems to be on your mind for a while. Isabela and Catherine were helping me choose which one,' she didn't mention that it was their idea in the first place and she wanted to die halfway through the entire thing. I'm officially sober and I think Isabela would just kill herself with my attempt at seduction, she mentally sighed heavily. She turned away and went to pick up the blanket from the bed as she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. Fenris took her wrist gently and turned her around to face him.

'I know...' he said brushing her fringe out her eyes as he smiled softly at her, 'that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,' he mumbles the tips of his ears blushing. 'Right now, I think you are the most desirable creature that has ever existed and I am simply in awe that you have given yourself to me,' he says

Amelie can't help but smile and shake her head. 'I thought you didn't wan-'

'You thought wrong,' Fenris said simply before he kissed her deeply. Amelie's bad ankle buckled under the sudden pressure and he grabbed her around the waist pulling her closer to him. His kiss was full of want and need, his clear desire for her caused Amelie's cheeks to flush. The mage giggled a little at his brash actions but does nothing to dissuade them. Fenris takes the pause to remove his sword placing it against the dresser. He closes the distance between them and picks her up as he pushes her against the wall pinning her hands above her head with his hand, his other resting under her thigh. Amelie wraps her legs around his hips and moans as he begins to kiss her neck.

Catherine and Isabela sway down the corridor, arm in arm. 'I swear I saw that broody elf somewhere,' the smith said as she supped from a mug. 'I oughta grab him by the balls and remind what fucking precious commodity he has when it comes to Ami,' she grumbles.

'Ach don't worry about it, they'll figure it out and be humping like bunnies in no time at all,' Isabela reassures. 'Sorry we took so long Ami, we got distracted,' Isabela calls through the door as they arrive. They don't hear any reply from her. 'Maybe she fell asleep?' Isabela said and opened the door. They pause and then quickly close it again. 'Like I said... no time,' Isabela says a few octaves higher than usual. 'Also... I think there's no ball grabbing needed. Looks like she had it in hand.'

Catherine snorted and clapped her hand over her mouth as she tried to hide the noise. 'I think the outfit worked,' Catherine added as they simultaneously drank from either mug or bottle. 'I mean... from what I could see,' she added making Isabela snort dirtily. 'So about these cards-'

'See if Varric is still up?' The pirate suggests.

'Yeah... probably for the best,' Catherine says as they turn around and walk back down the corridor together to find some less busy friends to play with.

Now I wasn't going to write anymore smut...but... if it is something that you would like, I can easily include it into the next chapter, I don't mind. Just let me know.