Maker, I am really not doing my homework! Dragon Age commandeered my dreams last night, well mostly what you're about to read, and I haven't been able to focus on my REQUIRED writing at all today. So, to save my arachaeology research, I had to commit this to paper.

And I am so humbled and thankful to all of you out there across the world (that is flipping amazing) that are taking the time to read this little story. I hope you continue to read it and leave me notes even though it's getting dirtier :]

Hawke sighed heavily as she sank into the hot, fragrant water of the bathtub. The water sloshed over the edge, splashing on to the floor. Orana had filled the tub to its limit and added the dried Andraste's Grace petals that cost a small fortune. Bless her.

She could feel the knots in her muscles relax as the heat of the water massaged her skin. Sinking below the surface of the water, Hawke shut her eyes tightly and held her breath as felt her short hair fan out above her. Maker only knows the muck and grime that made its way on to her today. And yesterday! How long had they been gone? It felt like ages since she'd had a hot meal and a proper wash.

Standing at the door Isabela and Sebastian could see the back of Hawke's head dip below the edge of the bathtub.

Whispering to Sebastian, Isabela says, "Stay out of sight and keep quiet."

"Wait!" Whispering back, "What are you doing?!"

Isabela backs away from him smiling wickedly, "You'll see."

Feeling a burning in her chest reminding her that she needs to breathe, Hawke sits up in the tub allowing the water to drip down her face. Scooting to the front of the tub she grabs the bar of soap and wash cloth that Orana had laid out for her. As she leans back against the tub she sees a delicate tan hand extend over her shoulder, "Allow me sweetness."

Hawke leans back and hands the items to Isabela, "You didn't scare Bodahn again did you?"

"He and the boy were in the kitchen, making all kinds of noise." Isabela knelt on the floor behind Hawke's head and dipped the cloth into the water. "Something about a soufflé."

Hawke groaned and rolled her head to the side giving Isabela a perfect view of breasts resting just below the water. "Not again. The house always smells like burnt hair afterwards."

Isabela lathered soap into the cloth and dragged it across Hawke's shoulders and up her neck. "Shhh. Worry about that tomorrow. For now…just relax."

"Mmmm that feels good." Hawke turned her head to the other side letting Isabela know she wanted the same attention to this side as well.

Isabela bent down with both arms around Hawke who opened her eyes to see Isabela's face right next to hers, "just getting it wet again." Hawke looked down to see Isabela re-lathering the wash cloth with the soap.

"Oh!" Laughing as she brings herself to an upright position, Hawke leans back. The edge of the tub comes up to the middle of her back and her skin pebbles with goose flesh at the cold air.

Now at the same level, Isabela leans forward and presses her chest into Hawke's back. Returning to her ministrations, she slowly pulls the wet cloth up the ivory expanse of Hawke's abdomen, feeling the muscle go taut beneath Isabela's fingers.

Dragging the soapy cloth further, Isabela wipes underneath the bottom of each of Hawke's breasts then sweeping the cloth across the top of her chest as rivulets of water and soap snaked down the exposed skin.

Isabela smirks at Hawke's heavy breathing, watching as those beautiful, milky tits rise and fall with each breath. Best to make her squirm, Isabela mused.

Isabela leans forward and begins placing feather light kisses on Hawke's shoulder and up to the base of her throat. Dipping the cloth into the water again, Isabela then pulls the cloth up Hawke's stomach and between her breasts. Careful to avoid Hawke's already hard nipples, Isabela gently wipes around both swells, circling each breast several times before dipping the cloth back into the now cooling water.

Moving her lips up the side of Hawke's throat, Isabela hears Hawke moan softly, "How do you always seem to know what I need Bela?"

Licking and nipping her way up to Hawke's ear and breathily whispering, "Tell me what you need," then taking Hawke's earlobe between her lips and pulling sharply with her teeth, "tell me what you want Hawke."

Turning in the tub to face her friend, Hawke snapped, "I want you to fucking touch me! Enough with this foreplay shit."

Isabela laughed darkly and eyes immediately darkened with want and she lunged to claim her prize. Soft, warm lips pressed against Hawke's and tongues quickly met as lips parted to admit entrance to the other. Isabela swept across Hawke's tongue with her own before sucking on her already swollen lower lip eliciting a hungry moan from Hawke.

Wet hands moved to loosen the ties of Isabela's tunic and was quickly pushed aside to free her tanned breasts. Hawke broke the kiss to look down as she groped Isabela, and asked playfully "No breast band today?"

"I know how you hate them." Winking back at Hawke, Isabela's own hands roamed over Hawke's chest, scraping her nails across the hard, sensitive nipples, "They're waiting…"

Hawke smirked at the challenge and leaned forward to capture Isabela's dark brown nipple fully in her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip, as her lips sucked on the surrounding flesh. Isabela threw her head back and moaned as teeth grazed and nipped at her burning skin. She brought her hand up to pinch her other nipple but Hawke smacked her hand away and growled possessively, "mine" before pulling the other hardened nipple between her swollen red lips.

"Well then I want what is mine as well." With an audible wet noise, Isabela detached Hawke and pushed her to her feet. Before Hawke could protest to the cold air assailing her skin, Isabela's hot mouth covered the bare flesh of her sex. Heat pooled between her legs, and she felt the slick swipe of Isabela's tongue up the length of her folds.

"Maker, I love it when you wax the hair off." Isabela's nose nuzzled against her clit as she dipped her tongue into the Hawke's opening.

Hawke's thighs began to tremble and she could feel the familiar pull of pleasure building deep in her belly. Threading her fingers into Isabela's hair, Hawke rocked her hips, slowly grinding herself on Isabela's tongue.

Sitting back on her heels and licking the moisture from the corners of her mouth, Isabela glances up at the mage before running her hands up the inside of Hawke's thighs. With practiced hands, Isabela pushes the glistening folds away, leaving Hawke's clitoris very exposed. And very inviting. She flicks her tongue at the nub and smirks at the filthy words Hawke sputters between moans and hisses of pleasure.

"Will you cum for me now Hawke?" Isabela looks up through her eyelashes while rubbing quick circles on Hawke's swollen clit.

Stepping out the tub and away from Isabela's touch, Hawke appeared thoughtful, "Or Sebastian can stop creeping by the door and join us?"

Isabela giggled and stood to help towel Hawke's body off, "How did you know?!"

Pulling the tunic off of her, Hawke smiled, "The smell of Chantry incense hangs around him like a fog, and it came in with you."

"How do you know I didn't just bed him before coming here?"

"Well he's also been grunting for the past couple of minutes."

Isabela stepped out of her remaining clothes and laughed with Hawke.

"So you're up for it then?" Isabela ran her hands up Hawke's side.

"After the day I've had?" Hawke pinched Isabela's nipple playfully, "Hell yes."

FYI...I thought long and hard about waxing Hawke's va-jay-jay. Since I do it, I wanted her to do it. But then I couldn't decide if wax would be available in Kirkwall, or if maybe Hawke was just going use some awesome magic hair disappearing spell. And then I realized I'm thinking too hard about a characters lady parts and then went and ate some cookies. It's been a productive day :]