Chapter Twenty-Nine: Fireflies at Sunset
AUTHOR NOTE: This is a NSFW chapter
The door opens and Varric steals my breath away with his smile. He takes my hand and leads me inside, shutting the door behind us. The room looks much the same as it had from the small glimpse I had gotten of it a couple of weeks ago. Simple, but with warm touches like an oversized chair and a desk. Nothing ostentatious, but definitely made of good quality.
I'm barely inside the door when he slides a hand into my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. A quiet sigh escapes me, and I relish the feeling of his affection. I part my lips a little wider, and his tongue darts in, sensually caressing my own. Tilting my head at an angle, I give myself over to his mouth. He's sweet, and tender, and my heart beats as though it wants to break out of my chest. One of my arms finds its way under his, trailing my fingers across his rib cage, and around to his back.
He pulls away from me and there's a question in his warm light brown eyes. "Firefly, you're sure you want to do this, right?" he asks.
"I'm sure. I want you, Varric."
"Poetry to my ears," he says with a small shake of his head, a kind smile lighting his face. He goes to kiss me, but I put a hand up to stop him.
"But before this goes much further, I need to tell you...it's been a long time. I'm probably I'm rusty at all this," I admit.
He grins. "I'm sure we'll figure it out just fine. It's been a while for me too."
"Are you sure?" I tease, and let out a squeal as he hugs me close.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Yes, I'm sure, you vixen," he chuckles.
We both lean in for the second kiss without hesitation. I trust you. I reach up and free his hair from its tie. He looks really different with his hair down, although it hides his earrings, which I personally adore, one of his minor outward signs of rebellion. But with his hair down, he seems younger, less world-weary. I've only seen him this way a few times when we were sharing a sleeping space together.
"You look so different with your hair down," I comment, letting him know my thoughts. "I like it."
He reaches for my hair comb and removes it. My wavy hair falls around my shoulders. "I like this, too," he says, looking at the flower-shaped ornament. "It suits you." He sets it aside with the strip of leather he used in his own hair on the side table. His hand slips into my hair again, fingers grasping, this time pulling my head to the side and exposing my neck. I feel the warmth of his lips as he presses them against my jaw, trailing kisses down the length of my neck. I gasp, feeling his other hand moving up my side.
He looks at me, confused. "What are you wearing under this thing?" he questions.
"A corset," I answer with a small laugh. "I guess it is a pretty structured one."
"It just felt strange. I wasn't expecting it."
Stepping aside, I kick off my soft slippers and scoot them close to the chair. "Will you help me with my dress?" I ask, turning around to show him the fastenings on the back. He plants a gentle kiss on my shoulder, causing me to blush as I look back at him shyly. His thick fingers unerringly find each of the closures and loosens them, one after another. I feel the back of the dress widen and the fabric slide down my shoulders. I allow it to pool at my feet and step out of it, draping it over the chair.
My cheeks feel like they're on fire when I turn back to him, standing in nothing by my corset and my smalls.
Varric steps closer, and pulls my chin up with his fingers. "Ferox, look at me." I look him in the eye. "As adorable as your blushing face is, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You're beautiful. More beautiful than I could have ever imagined."
He reaches for his jacket to remove it, and I put my hands on top of his. I grin mischievously, and move to the hem of his jacket instead. I start at the bottom button, and he starts at the top, and we end up racing to see who gets to the middle the fastest, laughing at each other as we go. The laughing stop once his jacket is open and I see the skin beneath. I slide it off his shoulders, and toss it on the chair with my dress. I knew what his chest looked like from the morning when we'd had to share a tent with Hawke, but I forgot how strong his arms are. I run my hand over the sculpted muscle, admiring the shape. I hear his breathing catch as I touch him.
I look back up to find him watching me. We kiss again, more forceful now, the passion growing for both of us. I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling the warm skin of his chest pressing against the newly exposed flesh of my shoulders and upper chest, but it's still not enough.
I let go and walk closer to the bed, glancing back at him. "A little more help?" I ask. Blushing again, I move my hair to expose the ties of my corset. Keeping my hands in front of me, I hold the garment up while he loosens the stays. Afterwards, I remove the corset, letting it drop to the side. Breathe. He's not going to reject you. Trust him.
Varric puts a hand on my shoulder and turns me around. His rough hand curls around the side of my neck, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. He looks at me, then down my body, smiling, before meeting my eyes again. "So beautiful," he whispers once more.
He pushes me backwards gently, guiding me to lay on the bed. He hasn't removed his trousers yet, I notice, but he did manage to get his boots off before he came over to this side of the room. He climbs on the bed with me and settles in close, leaning on one arm. His lips meet mine again in a passionate kiss, and his hand covers my bare breast. I moan, the sound captured by his mouth.
I feel my nipple harden in response to his touch, and sigh as the ripples of pleasure echo through me. He caresses my breast in a circular motion, brushing the sensitive side before catching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger with a gentle pressure. My breathing quickens, becoming near pants of anticipation. He looks at me again, the light in his eyes mirroring his sensual smile, before leaning down to capture my other nipple in his mouth.
"Oh, yes," I mutter, low sounds of arousal coming from my throat. I run my fingers through his hair as he gives attention to my breasts. The soft graze of teeth surprises me and I moan again. "Oh, stars, Varric, that feels good." I feel, rather than hear his chuckles of amusement, the soft friction of his stubble against the soft skin of my chest, but he thankfully doesn't stop. The small, yet firm movements he makes with his tongue send shivers of enjoyment right to my core.
His hand finally leaves my breast to draw swirling patterns down my midsection. It tickles a little, but I like that too, as well as what his mouth is continuing to do. I gasp as his hand finds its way inside my smalls, and rests overtop my womanhood. Dipping a finger inside and finding me already very wet, Varric makes a sound almost like a growl.
He looks up, his eyes glazed with passion. "That's right, Beautiful. Open yourself for me." He slides a single one of his thick fingers inside and I groan, but his lips are there again to muffle the sound. I move my knees open to give him better access, and he sets up a slow movement with his fingers, curling them inside me and moving them upwards and back. My breathing quickly becomes ragged, and I can no longer stifle the sounds he's causing me to make.
He plants another sweet kiss on my shoulder, and lowers himself down next to me, his head nuzzling into my neck, his hand still working its magic below. I rock my hips against his fingers, the pleasure mounting. I start to feel the fluttering pressure building, and I know it won't be much longer.
"Varric, I'm going to…" I get out before the spasms start. My back arches of the bed as the orgasm takes hold of me.
He murmurs sounds of approval in my ear. When my trembling subsides, he removes his hand and leans back up to a kneeling position, crawling down toward my legs. His heated gaze looks up over my body again before placing both hands on my hips, dragging my smalls down. I lift my hips to help him free them. I've stopped caring about modesty, my need for him too great. I reach for the closure of his trousers, but he shakes his head, pushing my hand away.
"Not yet," he says, and drops back to my side, his fingertips moving up my inner thigh. I sigh in satisfaction. He really is an attentive lover. When his fingers again find my swollen folds, I watch in fascination as he places one finger inside. But then he surprises me by adding a second, stretching me, filling me. I throw my head back with a throaty moan. I nearly come again as I feel him again kiss my breasts and take my nipple into his mouth.
I whimper his name, more urgently this time, and the his fingers speed up, thrusting inside me. His thumb finds my nub, and strokes it gently. Sucking in ragged breaths, my own fingers tighten on the shoulder he's using to support his weight, holding onto him as though he's my only lifeline. And I am indeed sinking into the depths.
Releasing my breast he quickly kisses me again, then pulls back to watch my face as he moves his fingers in a fast rhythm. I struggle to keep my eyes open, the pleasure mounting.
"That's it," he encourages, keeping eye contact with me, "come for me again, Ferox."
His words are all the push I need, and it takes me over. I jerk again in his arms, cries of ecstasy torn from my lips. Surely there is no magic in the world greater than his touch. He kisses my hair softly when my orgasm again fades. I'm breathing heavy, but the sweet touch of his lips against my scalp causes my heart to flutter. Varric.
My thoughts clear again. I want to touch him. I reach for his trousers, but again, he stops me.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, confused.
"No, I…" he starts, obviously wanting to tell me something. "Shit, Firefly, this is hard to say out loud."
"What is it?" I ask, moving to sit up, and placing a comforting hand on his arm.
"It's nothing bad, really. I'm just...not small. I wanted to make sure you were ready."
"Oh," I reply, surprised.
"We can stop here if you want," he offers.
"No way, Varric. When I said I wanted you, I meant all of you," I respond with a small smile.
I reach for the fastenings a third time, and although his brow wrinkles in worry, he doesn't make me stop this time. I kneel on the bed and pull down on the legs of his trousers, awkwardly pulling them off. He's not wearing anything underneath, and his erection springs free. It's not monstrous, as his concern over it painted it, but he's certainly bigger than anyone I've ever been with before.
Before he can protest again, I wrap my hand around his hardness and he hisses in pleasure instead. A small bead of moisture has already collected at the top, evidence of his arousal. I'm transfixed by it. I want to taste him. I lean over and run my tongue across the head of him. His juices taste salty, but far from unpleasant.
"Oh fuck!" he calls out, startling me, causing me to look up at him. "As much as I want you to do that again, I'm afraid I won't last if you keep that up, and I want to make this special." He leans up and pats the bed beside him, indicating for me to lay down.
I comply, and lay on my back, my dark hair spilling around me on the pillow. Varric moves over me, pulling my legs upward and apart to settle between them. He gazes down at me, his blonde hair framing his face.
"You're still sure?"
"Don't you dare stop on me now, you damned dwarf!" I protest, and he laughs, and leans down to pepper my face with kisses.
"What my lady desires, my lady receives," he mutters, and leans back. He grasps his shaft and guides it to my opening. He moves it up and down over the cleft, gathering my own slick moisture on his hardness before pressing downward.
I hiss at the sensation and he stops. I rush to reassure him, "No, no, you didn't hurt me. It's just...stars, you're big. Keep going, please," I beg.
He pulls back a tiny bit only to move forward again, gaining another inch or so of depth. He pauses, allowing me to adjust to his size. There's a pressure, not pain, really, but a definite fullness and an intensity like I've never experienced before. I don't want him to stop. I want to take him as much as I can.
Another thrust, another small movement forward, another groan from both of us. Again, and another inch, another moment where he holds himself still. I look up at him. He seems to be concentrating. Sweet, gentle Varric. I try raising my legs a little higher, and he sinks in further. I gasp.
He leans down to kiss me again, pushing my legs down toward my chest. I feel the stretch in my muscles, but I don't care. I want his kiss too badly, and arch up toward him to meet his lips. He begins a slow rhythm with his thrusts, and I close my eyes, one hand gripping the sheet next to me. After a few strokes, I'm able to take nearly all of him before he hits my cervix. Another intense feeling, not quite pain, and definitely pleasurable.
"Almost," he mutters near my ear and pushes against me, filling me as full as he can.
The sensations and the pressure are finally too much for me and I come again, crying out against his mouth. Varric grunts in concentration, and his strokes become longer, more forceful.
"Yes, yes, Varric," I murmur between my own labored breaths and his fevered kisses.
"I'm close," he tells me, and his thrusts become deeper, but less even, jerky. I'm pushed over the edge again, and I my own climax joins his, or bodies locked together, trembling in each other's arms.
After a moment, Varric moves to lay next to me, and gathers me in his arms, our legs still entangled, my head resting on his arm, and my hand splayed across his chest. We're both covered in a sheen of perspiration, and we say nothing as our breathing slowly calms.
Varric is the one to finally break the silence. "How do you feel?"
"Wonderful," I say, unable to keep my dreamy happiness out of my voice.
He chuckles above my head. "Good. I didn't hurt you?"
"I'll probably be a little sore tomorrow, I'm sure but I'm fine. Honestly, this might sound strange, but I'm even enjoying that bit right now." I smile into his shoulder.
He's quiet for a moment before speaking again. "The dwarven rogue knew then that he truly had a miracle on his side, for he had somehow managed to steal summer itself, and for one night, he held a firefly in his arms."
"Telling our story again?" I laugh. "But what's this about 'one night'?"
He reassures me, "I didn't want to make an assumptions about what you wanted from this."
"Dear, sweet, Varric," I say, stroking his chest. "There are no words that you could use for us that would scare me right now."
It's a long while before he says anything else, but then he whispers, "How about 'forever'?"
I move to lean on my arm and look down at him. "Remember who you're talking to - you might want to be careful what you wish for," I say with a wry smile.
He just smiles, causing me to impulsively kiss him again, before settling back down on his arm. His free hand curls around mine on his chest, the way it had that morning in the tent.
Curiosity gets the better of me. "So, I have to ask, the night in the tent, with the octopus…were you awake?"
"Guilty. There you were snuggling up next to me; I couldn't pass up the opportunity."
"I thought so. You have reflexes like a twitchy cat. There was no way you slept through that."
"Of course, it would have been better without Hawke there," he admits. "But as I have him to thank for you crawling over to me in the first place, I'll let it slide. Are you going to stay here tonight?" he asks.
"I'm too exhausted to move right now if I wanted to," I joke, and get a squeeze for my efforts.
"Good. Oh, I've gotta know, what word would you use to describe us?"
"How about 'happy'?"
"Eh, it's simple. I guess it's good for your first try," he teases.
"Hey, not all of us are famous authors. I'll take happy."
He exhales a breath of amusement. "Yeah, me too." He kisses my head one more time. "Me too," he repeats.