What a crazy week! I received my official invitation to my first choice school's archaeology program, so I was a little high on life. Which then immediately came crashing down when I realized I have a major paper due next week. I'm taking a seriously needed break from writing about a Native American battle in the 1800's to play with everyone's favorite Chantry Brother!

So imagine my surprise when I logged on here and saw how many hundreds of people are reading my story about him! I love it! And thank you so much to Rmenfis and Alexandra67 for leaving reviews, that's almost as awesome as getting an acceptance letter in the mail!

Without further ado…

Brothels.

From Tevinter to Ferelden, to Starkhaven, and even to the Blooming Rose of Kirkwall, they all smell the same way. The overwhelming aroma of cheap, flowery cologne that was generously sprayed on every employee and other soft surface of the establishment meant to cover the lingering smell of stale pussy. Sebastian inhaled deeply and pushed fond memories of a particular Antivan whore house out of his mind as he made his way into the main hall of the Blooming Rose.

Approaching the bar slowly, he glances around the room. No Isabela.

Well then who shall be the first lucky woman? Smiling to himself, Sebastian leaned against the bar and nodded to the bartender, "Whiskey."

Madame Lusine heard the deep brogue accent of the dark stranger across the bar and made her way over to him.

"This isn't a charity, Serah. You best have the coin to back up those wandering eyes of yours."

"Aye Madame." Patting the pocket of his breeches that jingled with coin, "I've enough. The question is, do you have anyone who can-" smiling wickedly he finished in a hushed tone, "give as good as she gets."

Madame Lusine pulled her shoulders back and appraised the man with more appreciation now that she knew he could pay. "Messere is obviously a man of refined tastes. We have several girls with…spirit one could say. Perhaps you would be interested in our premium-"

"I don't fucking believe it!" Isabela bellowed from the doorway drawing the gaze of every person in the brothel. "Did you get lost on the way back to the Chantry Sebastian?"

He watched as Isabela sauntered seductively towards him allowing him ample time to move his eyes down her teasingly exposed breasts, to the length of exposed skin between her thigh high leather boots and the blessedly short tunic.

Isabela had never seen Sebastian's dare look below her face before. She smirked at his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed with clear nervousness.

She bit her lower lip coyly, "See anything you like?"

Cutting off Sebastian's response, Madame Lusine interrupted in haughty agitation, "We were just about to discuss business, this gentleman and myself. You are interfering Serah."

The pirate laughed throwing her head back giving Sebastian a face full of swelling bosom. "Sebastian?! Ordering a whore for the night!? That's impossible!"

"Aye darling." Isabela's eyes went wide at Sebastian's confirmation, "I find myself in want of an experienced and willing woman this evening."

"To scorn her for her wicked ways no doubt."

"For her to scorn me and my wicked ways love." Sebastian replied seductively.

Isabela cocked her head and appraised Sebastian fully; he surely didn't look possessed by a demon, though it looked like he'd been a scrape recently.

Sebastian winked knowingly at Isabela, "Your services are no longer required Madame."

"WHAT?!" Madame Lusine exclaimed at the loss of the sale, "But she-"

"Piss off Lusine." Isabela brushed the proprietor away with a wave of her hand.

Madame Lusine stalked away with an irritated sigh, leaving Isabela to look at the Chantry Brother with raised eyebrows.

"Is this a joke? Am I in the Fade?" Isabela asked with uncertainty trying to make sense of finding the devout Andrastian at the Blooming Rose.

"Do you often dream of me temptress?" Sebastian allowed his gaze to travel south again, lingering on the rise and fall of her breasts. He took a step towards, closing the space between them and looking fixedly in her golden eyes, "Because I have often dreamt of you."

Isabela tried to hide her astonishment but countered teasingly, "Oh? And tell me, what exactly was I doing in these dreams?"

Sebastian brought his hand to Isabela's neck and pushed the brown hair behind her shoulder. She shivered as Sebastian's breath whispered across her skin and felt his lips against her ear. With his other hand he trailed a path across her hip tracing the skin below her hem line. Whispering for only to Isabela to hear, "I have dreamt of you beneath me, with your thighs wrapped around my waist." Moving his face to the other side of her neck, Sebastian flicked his tongue at Isabela's earlobe, "I have tasted you, and you have tasted me."

Isabela's heavy breathing hitched when Sebastian's hand dipped under the bottom of her shirt and felt his fingers brushing against her throbbing sex. Sighing throatily he slipped one finger beneath her small-clothes to gently nudge the slick wetness. "And in one particular Fade tryst, I fucked you against the masthead of your ship."

"Oh I do love a stiff masthead." Pressing her hips against Sebastian's growing stiffness for emphasis. Sebastian groaned and ran his tongue just under her jaw before biting sharply at the tan skin above her golden neck piece.

"Ahem!"

They both turned at the noise from the irritated looking barkeeper.

"Oh please Quintus, you're in a brothel." Isabela rolled her eyes at the man, "You see more tits and ass than a bathtub in this place."

The man's red face huffed, "Not at my bar wench!" Throwing his towel on to the counter, "They take their private body parts into a private room!"

"Do settle down Quintus, I intend to take my friend here somewhere private." Isabela met Sebastian's hungry eyes.

She pushed Sebastian towards the door before turning back to Quintus, "Shall I bring you some clams tomorrow to make up for it sweetness?"

"Yes, because the bearded ones you brought last time were just SO hilarious."

Isabela was still laughing as she caught up with Sebastian in the night air outside of the Blooming Rose.

Turning at the sound, Sebastian roughly pushed her against the wall silencing the laughter with his mouth. She readily opened her mouth to his demanding tongue, and they fought for dominance of the kiss. Sebastian moved his hands up the rough fabric of her tunic before squeezing two handfuls of the breasts heaving against his chest. Nudging her thighs apart with his knees, Sebastian thrust his hard erection against her center causing a delicious friction. Tilting her head back against the brick wall, Isabela moaned when Sebastian brushed his thumb across her hard, sensitive nipple. Isabela broke the kiss to gulp for air while Sebastian licked and suckled his way down her chest leaving a trail of hot saliva in his wake. Isabela dragged her nails through Sebastian's hair, pushing his face closer in between her breasts. She yelped when she felt Sebastian's teeth bite down on her nipple through her tunic. She looked down and saw his eyes smiling up at her.

"Oy! Get a room!" A man hollered at the two who realized quickly they were in a public square that despite the lateness of the hour was still teeming with activity.

Straightening himself and his clothes, Sebastian looked into Isabela's flushed face.

"So Choir Boy, you were telling the truth when you said you used to be like me."

Chuckling lightly, "Aye, I fucked for fun."

"So do I." Licking her lips slowly, Sebastian watched her tongue's movements taking an involuntary step closer to her, closing the gap between them. "Well this is normally when I would ask the obligatory 'your place or mine' question but seeing as you live in the Chantry..."

"No, the Sisters are not ready to see that particular kind of worship this evening."

Grasping Sebastian's hard length through his breeches she purred, "Will you even make it to Lowtown with this thing?"

Pressing himself into her touch Sebastian moaned his arousal. "Maker no, I want you now."

"Well Hawke's place is just around the corner." Sebastian could see the mischief in Isabela's eyes.

"Oh that's a whole other set of dreams love."

Setting off in front of him, Sebastian watched her hips move seductively back and forth with each step. "Keep up with me Choir Boy. We'll see if Hawke has finished…..relaxing yet.

"What's so funny?"

Trying to stifle her giggle, "Let's just say our fearless leader has a special way of unwinding after a long, hard day."

Sebastian muttered in response. His stomach was suddenly tossing with nerves. Hawke was witness to his earlier behavior, and knew the cause, and consequences. Isabela didn't care about any of that, she just wanted to have sex…well, so did he. Badly, as evident by the throbbing between his legs. What would Hawke's reaction be to him and Isabela stopping by in the middle of the night to use her home for carnal pleasures? Would she march him back to the Chantry and make him recite the Chant of Light until the spells effects wore off? Would she strap him to the altar and pour hot wax on him? Sebastian shook his head to clear the blasphemous images he had just created in his mind.

At the front door Isabela looked over her shoulder at Sebastian's apprehensive face. "Trust me when I say that you have absolutely nothing to be nervous about sweet thing."

"Why shouldn't I be nervous?! This is Hawke we're talking about."

"Exactly! None of you really know Hawke all that well." Bending over to shift aside a loose brick she produced the hidden front door key to the estate and caught Sebastian ogling her ass. "I come over sometimes," moving close to him she dragged the key slowly down his chest before whispering in his ear flirtatiously, "for fun." Turning back towards the door she playfully added, "Besides, this will definitely give you something to pray about tomorrow."

Something in Isabela's words erased all Sebastian's inhibitions and hesitations about propositioning Hawke. He may have been a devout Brother of the Faith but he had seen the way Marian had looked at him, he was not blind. Hawke looked at him with a fire behind her eyes and a challenge on her lips, a challenge that Sebastian never undertook. Oh but this night would be different, magical. This night he felt invincible, alive with passion and lust for two unbelievably gorgeous women (Please Dark Lord make it happen).

Smiling slowly, revealing perfectly white teeth, "Well then, shall we see if our lady is up to entertaining guests this evening?"