Disclaimer: BioWare owns Dragon Age II and all related names. This fanfiction is purely non profit.
A/N: Mild spoiler warning. No main plot stuff, but if you're touchy about spoilers (I know I am when it comes to BioWare) then you may want to avoid this chapter until you've beaten the game.
Further more, I am very sorry for the long delay in updating this. I've had several scenes written out for weeks now, but the site has been glitchy, I suppose, and I haven't been able to update or publish anything in the Dragon Age category.
"So that's it?" Isabela asked incredulously. "You're just leaving? What about the sex?"
Zevran smirked. "Blunt as ever, Isabela." He considered for a moment. "I suppose I have time."
With a wide, childish smile, Isabela turned to Kianna. "What do you say?" she asked, excitedly.
Kianna, who had stiffened visible in the last several seconds, looked sadly at the woman she loved. With effort she nodded her head. "Go ahead," she forced herself to say.
Isabela's smile faded. "Won't you join us?"
"No. You go on. Have fun," Kianna said, trying to keep the pain from her voice and her face.
However, Isabela's keen eyes and ears picked up on it anyway. She sighed, rolling her eyes and whispering, "there better be sex in this for me sooner or later," under her breath. She inched closer to Kianna, allowing the back of her hand to bump up against the warrior's. "Thank you for the offer, Zevran. Maybe another time."
Zevran shrugged, smiling knowingly as he saw the slight contact shared between the rogue and the warrior. He turned his gaze toward Kianna. "Good," he smiled before turning to leave.
"Good?" Anders piped in. "What's so good?" Aveline grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the couple, explaining, in a hushed voice, what everyone in the conversation, except for Anders, had picked up on.
Kianna turned to face Isabela more fully, a clearly confused expression on her face. Once again, Isabela sighed in exasperation. "Do you really have to ask?"
"I thought -"
"Yes I know. That I just sleep with everyone, and there's no controlling a wild whore like me, so why even try."
"That's not what I was going to say," Kianna said in a defensive tone. She could stare down a qunari, face off against a blood mage, even venture into the deep roads, but just leave it to Isabela to tear through every form of defense the warrior had and leave her feeling as vulnerable as a new born. "I just...I know I can't change who you are. And I have no right to, even if I could."
"And what if I want to."
"What?"
"What if I want to change for you?" Isabela shook her head. "Maker, you can be dense some times. In case you hadn't noticed, I really like you, Hawke. And despite all my best efforts, you're making me a better person," she smiled. "I know what you were trying to do. And I guess I appreciate the sentiment. But tell me the truth; you didn't want me to have sex with Zevran, did you?"
Kianna shook her head. "No. I didn't."
"And why is that?" Isabela prodded, her grin growing mischievous.
Now it was Kianna's turn to let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm a jealous lover. I want you to myself." She paused, trying to gauge just how much Isabela wanted to hear. "And I love you."
Her final admission was rewarded with a warm, genuine smile, a peck on the cheek, a grope of her butt, and, whispered in her ear, "and tonight, I get to ravage you."
