Chapter Thirty: Waking Up Together
AUTHOR NOTE: NSFW for first part of the chapter. If you wish to skip that part, move past the ***
I awaken slowly, surrounded by warmth. There's a strange sensation, and it takes me a moment to recognize that it's Varric's hand moving on my side, dragging his fingers downward to stroke my hip. We're lying together, his chest against my back. I sigh in contentment, "Mmn hello, Varric."
"Awake now, are you?" he asks, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
"Well, it is the first time I finally felt warm since I got to Skyhold," I answer with a small chuckle.
His hand slides over my stomach and rib cage and I shiver in enjoyment, liquid heat spreading to my core. I turn toward him to give him an easier reach, and look back at him. "But maybe not warm enough," I mutter and he takes the cue to kiss me.
He smiles at me when he ends the kiss, and I feel his hand slide up to caress the side of my breast.
"I wasn't sure you'd want to again, after last night," he tells me.
In response, I place my hand over his and guide it to cover my breast. He groans low in my ear, and moves his hips closer to mine. I can feel his erection against me, and I know just how much he wants me too.
"It's just sore muscles, nothing a healing spell can't handle. I may not be an expert, but I can do that much."
"In that case..." he mutters, and his hand travels somewhere far more interesting.
I lift my leg and drape it over his, allowing him to touch me. He strokes the sensitive nub and I close my eyes, letting my head fall back on the pillow, no longer trying to twist to look at him. I make tiny moans as he focuses his attention on me.
Arching my back, I push my hip closer to him, and turn back to look at him. "I want you, Varric," I mumble, "please."
"How could I ignore such a polite request?" he grins, and moves away from me a little, pulling me into a better position and angling his hips. He puts his hand under my raised leg, lifting it a little higher, and I feel the rubbery head of his cock sliding against me. I reach a hand down to guide him and groan as he finds entry. Slowly, as before, he thrusts gently in, impaling me a bit at a time, until nearly his entire length is buried inside me.
"Firefly," he mutters, and I try to move my hips. It's not easy from this position, but I'm happy when he inhales sharply. I do it again, keeping eye contact with him. The sounds of our breathing are all that can be heard for a few minutes as we enjoy the feeling of being connected.
"I want...I want you on your knees," he tells me with shaky breaths, pulling out of me. I quickly move to comply, rolling over and raising to my hands and knees. With a hand on my back, he pushes my torso down onto the bed. I turn to the side to be able to still watch him. I feel him move behind me and he again enters me. I cry out in satisfaction.
"Please, yes," I implore, "oh stars, take me, Varric."
Gripping my hips hard, he thrusts over and over again into my sensitive flesh. I lose track of how many times I've reached my own climax, especially after he leans over my back and reaches between my legs again to touch me just above where our bodies are joined. I moan his name one last time as I feel his rhythm change, and the throbbing pressure as his seed pours deeply into me.
After it's over, I lay next to him, head resting on his chest. I link my hand with his, intertwining our fingers.
"I think I could use one of your healing spells after that," he says, breathing heavy.
"Dwarves are a little difficult where magic is concerned, but I can try if you like."
"Nah, I was only joking. What was it you said, you liked the feeling? I think I do too. But, I have to ask," he says, his finger tracing the faint lines of the new scar on my back. "I saw this earlier. What is it from?"
"Snowy wyvern venom. Recent souvenir from my latest mission with the Inquisition."
He sits up suddenly, causing me to move away from him, and looks down at me with a concerned expression. "I thought you were a god; what are you doing getting injured?"
"I said I don't age, Varric. I never said I can't get hurt. I have a lot of magic under my control, so I'm harder to hit than most people, but as usual, I was doing something impulsive," I laugh.
He doesn't. I sit up, as well.
"I'm fine. Believe it or not, of all people, Solas was there to heal me. Never thought I'd thank him for anything, but I feel like we're on slightly better terms after all that."
"I don't know what to do with this feeling. I don't like the idea of you being hurt."
"I'm not exactly fond of that idea either, but there are dangers every day with what we do here. I'm better equipped than most to handle it. You can't get rid of me that easily," I tease, and his lips finally turn upward in a smile. "But it's nice to have someone to worry about me."
"Hopefully we're on the same mission this time."
"I hadn't even thought about that. I don't want to be away from you again so soon, either."
He hugs me. "There's something else we should probably talk about."
"What's that?"
"Well, I know it's been a while for you, but with what you and I have been up to, there's always a risk of a child."
"Oh, no, I started taking herbs a couple of weeks ago. That shouldn't happen."
He sighs in relief. "That would be all I need right now, to have to leave you here and there turns out to be something like that. Sorry, that didn't come out right. It's not that I wouldn't want to, maybe...someday."
"No, I agree, the timing would be awful."
"Wait, two weeks. Two weeks? How long have you been planning all this, exactly?" he asks, disbelief written in his raised eyebrows.
I blush. "I...my emotions came back the day after our teams separated. I remembered your words - which is unusual for me, you know. Normally I'm numb to everything when I'm like that, but you were able to get through to me anyway. I realized you were telling the truth...about everything, including wanting to be with me. I wish I'd given you the chance earlier."
"We have time now. That's all that matters."
"Oh stars," I say, looking at the light coming in the window. "Time."
"Yeah, I'm surprised no one has been knocking on the door yet. Or maybe they tried, and we didn't hear them."
I flush at his words, and stand up, collecting my discarded clothing. "I need to get going. I've been helping teach the mages in the mornings, but I'm probably already too late for that. Fiona is going to be furious."
"It's one day, they'll get by without you," he reassures me. "Next time, I'll be sure to wake you up earlier." The last is said with a suggestive tone.
"Next time…" I repeat, and turn back to grin at him.
"You'd better get dressed, you little temptress, or you'll be even later getting out of here."
I laugh, and dress in a hurry, not bothering to tighten my stays that much, knowing I'll be changing again once I reach my room anyway. After slipping my shoes back on, I go to look in his mirror. My hair is an absolute mess. I run my fingers through it a few times, but the curls aren't taming much. My face is flushed, and my lips are a deeper red than usual, slightly swollen from his kisses. There's no way someone looking at me wouldn't be able to tell what I'd doing last night.
Varric appears in the mirror behind me. He's donned his trousers again, but remains shirtless, and walking closer, he places his hands on my waist. Our eyes meet in our reflection. He kisses my hair again, but when he looks back to the mirror, he sees my pendant glowing.
"Talk about bad timing," he mutters. "I'm guessing your brother wants to talk."
"Yes, but I can't tell which one. I'll have to wait and answer when I'm alone again."
"Alright. Your room tonight, then?" he asks.
I turn around and kiss him. "I'll be waiting."
Ducking out the door, I'm grateful when I neither see nor hear anyone in the hallway. It appears that everyone has gone back to their normal daily duties. I even luck out and Solas isn't in his room when I pass by. There are a few people milling around in the great hall, but no one seems to pay attention to me and I'm able to make it back to my room without being stopped by anyone. I close the door behind me with a sigh of relief.