Promises: Side Story A
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all assorted characters/places/etc belong to Bioware, not me.
Author's note: So the vast majority of this fic is in Fenris' limited POV, but once in a while, I'll write a scene from another character's POV. They vary in size and they're not always in chronological order, but I thought I might as well post them here. This particular scene occurs at the end of chapter 9.
Isabela licked her lips in anticipation as Zevran dropped his hand from her waist so he could squeeze her ass. She would never admit this to the assassin, but she had spent far too much time between ports. Sleeping with her crew was simply out of the question, and so Isabela only had the company of her favorite toy chest to keep her occupied on those long nights out at sea.
Still she supposed her friend had it worse. Poor Zevran had shown up with two of the most scrumptious people Isabela had ever met. That elf—with his lanky, toned form and those eye-dazzling tattoos that stretched as far as the eye could see—just wow. It was a wonder that Zevran was able to keep his hands off of the other elf. Zev loved to flirt with danger, and the white-haired elf positively reeked of it.
And as for their female companion—she was simply perfect. That was the best way to describe her mix of innocence and beauty. If the mage had shown the slightest interest in learning about everything Isabela had to offer, the pirate would have abandoned her old friend in favor of a much more tempting feast.
However it was very obvious that both of Zevran's companions were unavailable. The tall elf seemed downright uncomfortable when Isabela had ogled him. He wasn't used to such open admiration, she gathered. And as for the lovely little mage girl by his side—a thrill ran down Isabela's spine as she recalled the growl the elf had given when she had laid hands on the mage. It was positively delightful. The tall elf would make her a very happy girl once he finally figured out that the mage was just as enamored of him as he was with her.
The girl wouldn't be able to walk straight for weeks.
Unfortunately for everyone else, however, the elf and the mage girl only had eyes for each other. It was sad, really. The girl was obviously inexperienced and waiting for the elf to make the first move while the elf was repressing the attraction he felt towards the girl. Which really was too bad. Isabela was nothing if not a realist, and she knew she had no chance whatsoever at getting either the elf or the girl into her bed alone.
As a pair—well that idea had merit. If she ever ran into them again, that was an option she was sure to explore. Both the elf and the mage girl were tempting morsels. The mere thought of having both of them in her bed at once—it was almost enough to make Isabela orgasm then and there on the stairs.
Just as well she managed to rein it in. Zev had a big head as it was, and she didn't want him thinking that his mauling of her was all it took for her to get off. Even she wasn't that easy.