AN. This chapter contains some steamy F/F action. If you do not like, then I honestly don't know how you gotten this far into the story. ;) nothing too shocking – by Swedish standard. ;) Enjoy!

THE ROAD TO DENERIM

LELIANA KICKED THE DIRT HARD with her leather boot feeling her temper rise. Ever since the day before she had felt edgy to the point of nervous. They had been told to seek out this Brother Genitivi in Denerim. She shuddered. It was the last place she wanted to be, and to make matters worse yesterday's strange event still lingered at her back of her head. Sinniralin had woken up, a frightened, animalistic look in her eyes. The bard had tried to soothe her, but Sinniralin had been angry shouting at her to leave her alone. The bard felt a slight stab as she remembered the elf drawing her daggers.

Leliana bit her cheek glaring at the elf. She thought that after their brief conversations things had changed, but apparently they hadn't. Sinniralin had gone back to not speaking to her, staying well away from her. She didn't understand. Had she done something wrong? Should she confront Sin about it? What did she mean with that she did not want to hurt her? Breaking a twig between her hands in frustration she muttered. This was ridiculous. She was like a pining farm girl longing for the prince or to see the world. Snorting she returned her attention to the road deciding that ignoring the elf would be the best thing she could do.

She was trying her best to scan the ground and surroundings for any signs of the dark spawns when she saw the blond warden walk up to the elf. They seemed to exchange words. Deanna seemed…annoyed and said something, gesticulating with her arms when Sin lifted her gaze to look briefly at the bard before quickly looking away again.

Leliana muttered Orlesian profanities under her breath. Why did Sin have such an effect on her anyway? Sighing heavily she lifted her head looking towards the horizon. In a few days time they would reach Denerim and regardless of the elf Leliana knew she would have trouble explaining to the others why she would wait outside Denerim and not go with them without having to tell them about the night. Perhaps she could risk going back to Denerim now that she was travelling alongside the Grey Wardens? Oh, why did it have to be Denerim? Why couldn't brother Genitivi live in the forest? She thought as she treaded along the dusty dirt road.

As the day went on getting them closer to their destination the bard felt more and more as if someone was watching her, watching her every step. She felt a chill creep up her spine, shrugging involuntary. It was just her imagination, it was the stress of knowing she would somehow have to face her demons and enter the last place in Ferelden she and Marjolaine had ever visited together.

~•~

Sin was circling the perimeter trying to rid herself of the dream she had had the other day. It was just a dream, but it had felt so real. The bard's lips kissing her passionately, her hands travelling Leliana's toned body as she moaned softly in her ear. The memory of the dream was torturous. Then there was the part where the bard fell lifeless to the ground. Sin felt her face twitch. The shadow had been urging her too kill the bard, had been in awe when Leliana fell dead. No matter how real the kiss had seemed, it had been a dream, but the real threat was what Sin could really do to her if she didn't control the spirit, and it frightened her. She would never hurt the bard, lest she pick up that annoying habit of making a tune to every object she saw along their path… Sin chortled to herself thinking of the outraged witch who'd stormed out from her tent demanding the bard stop torturing her with her abominable song about stones, mud, tree trunks and leaves. Slowing down her walk she heard the teryness' angry footsteps behind her back. Gritting her teeth she groaned as Deanna pulled to a stop behind her, clearing her throat.

"Yes my dear?"

"Do you like her?"

Sin turned around to face the angry teryness. "This isn't going to be one of those arguments, is it?"

"What arguments?" Deanna asked in frustration.

"Where you are entitled to do one thing and I'm not." Sin remarked dryly.

"Well, do you?"

"Like who?"

"Morrigan?"

Sin frowned in surprise. "What, no."

"Then what are you playing at?" Deanna asked angrily, her face flustered.

"I'm sorry, apart from the fact that I'm a seductress and it's what I do, I really don't see what the problem is." Sin retorted. If she wanted to flirt with the witch, she would very well do so, the teryness made her choice long ago. She had no say in this.

"Well, how about you don't do what you do! How about you just talk to people without the rest of it."

"Just talk? Well, why don't you try talking the Blight out of Ferelden if talk is such fabulous tool?" Sin snarled.

"That's not the same thing."

"No? Really? What do you want from me?" Sin shouted angrily.

"I don't know!" Deanna shouted back before grabbing Sin by her blouse pulling her lips towards her own, kissing her feverishly. Flashes from yesterday's dream came at the elf, the bard's soft lips, her lecherous moans, and her beautiful breast and Sin felt the need grow in her abdomen like a wildfire. Pulling the warden close Sin's quick fingers unbuckled the ungainly armour. It clanked to the ground as she claimed the teryness' mouth with her own again, pushing her up against a nearby tree, her left hand caressing the exposed skin. Kissing her throat Sin found her way to the teryness' collarbone trailing her way down softer regions. Deanna moaned, her hands holding Sin's head in place as she worked wonders with her mouth. Pulling the seductress' mouth back towards her own Deanna nipped at her neck and she growled in pleasure and pain. It had been too long. Pulling Deanna onto the ground with her she didn't wait for the teryness to grant her access, but slithered her hand into her pants thrusting inside her. She was rewarded by a pleasant moan from the fair teryness. She let her fingers slip in and out slowly and gently at first then increasing her speed, pushing into Deanna with more force, her lovely breasts swaying with every thrust. Deanna arched into the seductress, letting her free hand slip in-between the elf's loins, stroking the seductress' hot core. They both tensed and quivered before releasing a soft gasp. Deanna clung on to Sin, hiding her face at the base of her neck.

"That was…"

"Stupid Deanna." Sin said slowly where she lay. Deanna lifted her head looking at her in the dark.

"What?"

"Things aren't the way they used to be… you're a Grey Warden and I'm…you're with Allycat."

Deanna crept closer. "But he's not you…"

"Neither am I." Sin said quietly, arms wrapped around the teryness. She wanted to chuckle at the irony. She had longed for Deanna for so long, mended her broken heart since the day she chose to agree to her father's demands. Yet when she had the teryness in her arms again, all she could think of was…

"Dee?" The templar's voice called out. "Dee? Are you alright, I thought I heard." He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the two of them. Sin's hair full of moss and twigs, unruly strands of hair hanging in her face. She was brushing off her knees as Deanna appeared from behind the trunk looking flustered.

"Hey Allycat." She said. "We thought we could spot falcon eggs at the top, but fell down. That tree must be really old…" Her voice trailed off.

"Yeah…" Sin said. "I've got…to go. To…bed." She mumbled before taking off, feeling the templar's otherwise so gentle eyes burn with an intense anger at her back.

~•~

Sin was watching the bard where they walked. She seemed fidgety and nervous, Deanna walking next to her. They hadn't talked about what had happened a few nights earlier. It was best that way. Besides Allycat was watching them like a hawk, he was almost more creepy then Little Thug. Almost.

Returning her attention back to the bard she scowled. Leliana was hiding something. The closer they drew to Denerim, the more closed up and distant she became. She kept observing the bard, during the day when they walked, during the nights when the other slept, and it wasn't until they reached the outskirts of Denerim Sin found the answers to all her question. Tucking the dark hair in her hand that Little Thug had returned with, she walked over to Allycat. She would need his help.

TO BE CONTINUED…

AN. Oh my my… Sin and Deanna. Tsk, tsk. Up to nothing but naughtiness. Hope you liked this little interlude which is a special treat for you since you all have been so lovely with the reviews! Thank you. :D

Denerim, both Sin and Leliana have more than unpleasant memories from that city, perhaps it will bring them closer, or will it bring them even further apart?

Again, thanks for all the reviews!

Till next time. :)

~Elmjuniper