"Don't you just hate it when they get it all the way in?" Isabella whined as I sighed and crossed my arms nodding knowingly.
"It's the worst! Why do they feel the need to do that?" I complained right back as I watched Varric, from the corner of my eye, narrow his own hazel orbs and Fenris follow his actions. Isabella gave a huff merrily playing along
"A sense of pride thing I think, 'How far can I jam it in till she begs!' Or some stupid thought like that." She huffed, her brow furrowing the coffee skin while I felt a tug at my own brow
"But I'm far too proud to beg! A Champion never begs!" I grinned as I heard Varric sigh, annoyed.
"Okay, Rivini, Hawke, what are you two talking about?" Both of us could tell he'd regret asking, and he knew by the look on his face.
"Getting stabbed of course, rogues like us have common problems it seems." I smiled slyly back at the two males whose cheeks were tingled a gentle pink, Fenris' face a darker shade than usual.
"What did you think we were talking about?" Isabella cooed as Varric snorted and grumbled. Fenris, although, caught up with me and I could see his eyes sparkling, such a pretty, dangerous sight.
"You're too proud to beg, huh, Hawke?" That gloating airy tone only caused a powerful blush on my cheeks and my gaze to warily wander over to those proud emerald orbs looking ever so pleased and smug.
"Not. A. Word. Fenris." I growled as that smirk moved across his lips.
"Oh, it's getting hot here." Varric chuckled as I sent him a glare.
Had at my own game?
Darn it all!