Author's Note: Hey, Bo, maybe you shouldn't read this part because I put us into it, but you never seem to listen to me so go ahead. Stormy, how was your day? I like asking people that question apparently. Everyone else, thank you for reading this, I'm really feeling this story, despite my lack of direction for it. R&R. Enjoy. Also, this is a lead up to naughty stuff

Time was not on my side. You'd think that six hours would be enough time but panic attacks take longer than one hour.

It takes quite a bit to persuade yourself into going through with something while trying to focus on your breathing. Currently, I was pacing through my kitchen, burning a hole in the linoleum, clad in only a dress shirt, black underwear, and socks.

Completely buried in my own psyche, I didn't notice myself leaning and therefore altering my path slightly, eventually resulting in my hip smashing into the corner of the table, creating the feeling of being shot.

I grasped onto the table in my own pain, crushing a poor paper that got in the way.

After the initial pain subsided, I gave a glance at the paper that got caught in the cross-hairs.

Just Breathe

The sloping letters written in Sharpie convinced me to do just that.

She knew I'd freak out.

Maker, I love that woman.

Finally, I was ready and eager, with just 30 minutes to spare.

I called the Gnawed Noble Tavern and confirmed the reservation and I swear, the place was much nicer inside than the name implied.

I was officially set to go.

I arrived at the gated community of Skyhold where, Blackwall, the security guard knew me well enough to just let me pass.

Skyhold was for the very wealthy or important, so you can probably see why I don't live there.

The place was very old, or so Leliana told me. My guess was it was at least 100 years old.

They did some renovations since she moved in, the streets are freshly paved and the gate was replaced among other smaller details. Whether it was her influence or just a coincidence, I don't know.

Her house, the farthest to the left, was quite large for someone living alone and Andraste's Grace grew in the flowerbed, making the place smell very nice.

I walked up to the front porch, took a breath, and headed up the stone stairs and to the sturdy, oak door.

Ringing the doorbell, I fixed the collar of my black dress shirt and adjusted my white tie. I gave myself a pep talk in the meantime.

"Are you two finally romantic?"

I jumped at the voice coming from my left.

Wynne was sitting on the porch in her rocking chair, presumably watching the sky.

"Mayyyybbee," I said, swinging my arms.

Maker, I was such a child around her.

Maybe it was habit or maybe it was my knowledge of her sickness that made me want to make her laugh. Either way it worked.

"I do not want to see her hurt," she said, wagging a finger at me, her eyes containing a warning within them.

"I promise never to hurt her, okay? I'm just going to get her to love me and then leave, 'cause I'm a monster. That's all."

Wynne shook her head.

"Maker, I hope not," came a voice right in front of me.

Again, I jumped. Although, I did try to look smooth after realizing who it was.

The first thing I noticed was a dress that fit to her like a Dovahkiin to a sweet roll.

It flowed from her shoulders like water cascading down her, leaving little to the imagination of her form.

The material was an ultramarine blue and stopped mid-thigh.

She matched it with intricate black heels that were about 4 inches, making her just my height.

Next, I saw her blue eyes watching me delicately, with a tinge of cockiness.

Her hair was intricately braided, which seemed quite feat to me considering the shortness of her hair.

"Well Fade me, but you look gorgeous." The words tumbled from my numb lips, sounding awfully clunky to me.

She giggled and whispered, "You look very good yourself, no?" Her eyes twinkled.

A goofy grin forced its way across my face. Maker, she was so beautiful. I tried to make my eyes convey everything I couldn't say.

I offered my hand to her, to which she promptly took it.

Do you really want this part, Varric? Yes, I know. Fine fine, but if this ends up in one of your friend fictions...

The Gnawed Nobles Tavern wasn't too packed, thankfully.

We were seated within 5 minutes, our seats across from each other, another plus, as it was getting increasingly hard to keep my hands off her.

By all that was good, I loved her.

Our small talk was just words running through our minds, never really sticking due to our... distractedness.

It seemed, at least to me, that the entire dinner could be skipped in favor for other activities.

We talked of little but the real conversation was held in the words unspoken, but heard anyways.

I smirked as I began to play with her foot with my own.

She raised her brow and ran her foot up my calf.

My eyes narrowed and growled lowly, "Don't."

Her eyes twinkled as I felt the foot inch its way upwards, reaching my knee.

I rested my hand on the offender and repeated, "Don't."

A secret smile crept across her face.

I gently put my fork down on my plate at the moment I found it moving up my thigh.

I rubbed my eyebrow and she had a wide grin.

Heading for the bathroom, a bronze woman at the bar smiled and nodded her head.

Quickly shutting the door, I found no others in the stalls.

Splashing water on my face to cool myself down, as hastily as I could, I went for the door when I heard someone open it.

Ready to escape, I jumped when a hand came down on my shoulder.

"Evelyn," breathed a sweet voice.

My head snapped to look at her.

Now, the next part was a blur for me but I'll retell it as best as I can.

I looked into her blue eyes, so well accented by the dress, for a split second before I backed her into the door.

My hands rested on either side of her head.

"You should stop," I rumbled in a voice I didn't know I had.

"But that wouldn't be fun would it?" The lilt of her voice washing over me.

I moved my face closer to hers, my mouth to her ear. "I'm giving you a choice. Either you stop and I will too. Or, you continue, forcing my hand," the whisper making her shiver. I could hear her breath catch.

Not moving her head, she replied "I don't know what you're talking about. Stop what?"

It would've been convincing if I hadn't looked into her eyes and seen a shine in the blue.

My hand came down to the door knob, locking us in.

"You do this on purpose."

She didn't say anything but winked.

My control splintered at that moment.