One night, when Lisa and Isabela had had enough to drink to decide that sleeping with each other was a good idea, she brought the pirate home. They were a fit of giggles as they made their wobbly way up the stairs and into her large room. Isabela was quick to leap into Lisa's arms, slamming their lips together in a tussle of spit and tongues. Lisa reached for as much of their dangerous weapons as possible before she was forced onto her back on the bed. Isabela sat up with a grin, straddling the Hawke's hips and rolling her own as she started to pull off her shoulder and elbow guards, untying the sash around her hips and tossing them to the bedroom floor.
Lisa smirked, running her hands up the woman's bare thighs and up to the black cloth between her legs. Curling her fingers around it and yanking it down and she pushed up on one side of her body and rolled her body over. She now sat between Isabela's legs with the pirate on her back and Lisa did have to admit it she could see why she was in this position so much, she looked quite beautiful looking up with lust-filled eyes.
She continued to pull at the panties, tossing them behind her before grabbing one of Isabela's legs. As quickly as possible she unclipped what seemed like dozens of buckles before the thigh-high leather boot let her pull it off, she then did the same for the other. "No, no, kitty," Isabela purred, swatting as Lisa's hands as she moved to deal with Lisa's clothes. Again, Lisa wasn't surprised to see how easy it was for the woman to deal with her garbs in such a drunkard state.
She pulled at her tunic, tossing it away from the bed as Lisa leaned down to press hot and heavy kisses against her lips. Their tongues swirled and Lisa couldn't help her hips rolling between Isabela's legs, needing the friction. Lisa pulled back, panting as Isabela chuckled, reaching up to cup one of her breasts as Lisa chewed playfully on her lip. Another smirk came from the pirate before she sat up to nibble on her nipple. Lisa writhed, her knees going weak as Isabela sat up some more, her free hand pinching and twisting the other.
Lisa's fingers dug into Isabela's thighs, her hips pushing up with each twist of the sensitive nubs. Her head feel back, giving soft whimpers from the sensations as he slid her left hand between Isabela's legs. The heat was immense and the wetness sparked more excitement in the woman's body as she slid her fingers between Isabela's folds. The pirate moaned around Lisa's breast before pulling back and biting her collarbone, sucking until a purple mark rested on the surface.
"Come'er," she groaned, shoving Lisa back as she yanks at Lisa's trousers and undergarments, removing the last of the cloth between the pair. Isabela straddled Lisa's thigh, her cheeks a dark red as she looked lustfully towards the archer. Lisa licked at her lips, practically pleading for the woman's hesitation to end as she slid a hand along Isabela's hip. Quickly, the Pirate responded by sliding her fingers against Lisa's slick entrance, bending down to tend again to her breasts as she pressed two fingers inside.
A relieved groan escaped Lisa's lips as her body clamped down around Isabela's fingers, her hips rising for more from the pirate as her fingers began to move. They curled sinfully inside Lisa, rubbing against the delicate collection of nerves that made her body twitch as her hand grabbed at Isabela's head. The ornate bandana was yanked down as Lisa's head arched back, feeling a third sliding inside, the pace increasing. All the while Isabela's body rolled against her, leaving bite marks all along her chest and neck. Lisa was in far too much of a haze to pay any attention, especially as Isabela brought her quickly to her first orgasm.
"Is-Isabela," she moaned, shakily, curling up as her muscles tightened before convulsing around Isabela's fingers. The pirate smirked; pressing kisses against Lisa's lips as her fingers started up again, resulting in several violent twitches from Lisa's hips. The archer gave a tired chuckle, reaching down to stop Isabela's hand as she gave a sly smile, "I'm thirsty," she breathed against her lips. Roughly they kissed again before Isabela shifted back with a chuckle, resting her back against the pillows and headboard. Casually she spread her legs, playing lazily with herself as she squeezed one of her breasts.
"Well come on, then. Take a drink," she purred as Lisa crawled towards her, lowering her head between Isabela's thighs. Her tongue ran around her womanhood, biting playfully on the inside of her thigh as Isabela pouted from all of the teasing. A just as it seemed like she was about to tell Lisa to stop; the archer dug her tongue deeply into the woman. Isabela gave a surprised and shaky gasp, her toes curling as her back arched. The muscle gave several jabs, as she tasted the pirate before sliding it up to her clitoris. Wrapping her lips around the nub she sucked then licked, then sucked again, continuing the process until Isabela was putty in her hands and Lisa was left with an amusing lisp from a tired tongue.
What seemed like hours later the pair laid contently under the sheets, tangled in naked limbs and cloth and Lisa found herself quickly dozing off. Only what seemed like a second later she found her eyes snapping open to Isabela shaking her. She must've fallen asleep or something because Isabela looked wide awake. "I heard a knock on your door," she remarked as Lisa gave her a confused look before slowly sitting up and getting out of bed, rubbing at her tired eyes.