Hawke's POV

Isabela bit her bottom lip, her face totally flushed from the mix of alcohol and foreplay on the couch. "Come to think of it Hawke, you would look amazing all tangled in my Egyptian cotton sheets." She tugged at the front of my bra, forcing me back down for an overpowering kiss. Before I could get distracted, she broke it off, leaving me nearly breathless. Once she released her grip on me, I stood. My legs were wobbly and my knees were shaking, so I had to allow my body a moment to regain equilibrium. Isabela stretched in her seat before casually sliding onto bare feet. There was no possible way she wasn't as aroused as I was, but she was utterly calm. She retrieved my shirt and grabbed my hands. "Don't worry Cassandra. I'll lead." I couldn't ignore the way my name rolled off of her tongue, and I found myself completely entranced, unable to deny anywhere she wanted to take me.

"You haven't used my first name before." I wanted to punch myself for sounding so dumb, but she just smiled warmly at me.

"Do you like it?" I nodded rapidly, knowing full well I was blushing like a fool. She retreated to the front of the apartment, quickly cutting off all of the lights. "I'll keep that in mind." She guided me behind the couch and back into her room. I glanced swiftly at the clock. 7:43. I was sweating bullets by the time we approached the four post bed. Breathe. Just calm down. If you pass out again, you're going to regret it. "Come here." Isabela led me to the side of the bed and I immediately sat down. There was my slightly disheveled masterpiece again, a tousled and sexy woman with sun-kissed skin, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. I greatly considered getting it tattooed into my arm, but before I could ask her opinion about pin-ups, she was removing her tank top, dropping it to the floor with my t-shirt. My jaw dropped at the sight of her uncovered torso. Her stomach was entirely flat and toned, and her waist was far thinner than I would have ever thought possible considering the size of her chest. And her breasts, though mostly hidden in white lace, were awe-inspiring in and of themselves. Her skin glistened with a thin veil of sweat, and it looked flawlessly soft. Even her navel was attractive, as ludicrous as it sounds. It wasn't but a shallow sliver just above the top of her pencil skirt, as if the attending physician who birthed her went to great lengths to keep her perfect. Which, as far as I saw, she was; fantastically, magically, miraculously, perfect.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph." I choked out without thinking. My father was a closet Catholic, and the phrase was used more as an expletive than a curse.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Isabela took one long stride, closing the distance between us. She picked up my hands and placed them on her sides. I was completely slack with amazement for a moment, but her silken skin beckoned touching. My palms felt rough and calloused in comparison as I glided them up and down her warm abdomen. I closed my eyes, feeling the urge to say something, anything to reveal my feelings. Something obsequious and profound. Nothing of the sort came out of my mouth.

"God does great work." I actually cringed at that, realizing how much I sounded like a perverted priest. My Mid-Western upbringing was spilling out in my nervous state. Luckily, my eyes were already shut, so I wouldn't have to see the awkward look that was bound to come.

Isabela just tilted up my chin, forcing my eyes open. I looked up into her eyes, and although they had a hint of amusement, most of what I saw was concupiscence. "Help me out of these clothes, and I can show you all the wonderful things I can do, too." I let out a long breath, keeping myself from growing faint again. I bit my lip and stroked her sides, trying to get used to the fact that someone this gorgeous actually wanted me. And not just a little. Those spectacular amber eyes told me that I would be exhausting my Rosetta Stone of curses before she was through with me. My hands found the top of the skirt and circled it a few times. By the time I found the zipper in the rear, my hands were shaking. I shut my eyes tight and carefully pulled the tab down. I heard the garment hit the wood floor, but I didn't dare look. I placed my hands gently on her hips, attempting to stop my heart from beating out of my chest.

Poor pup looks like she's about to pass out again. Isabela placed her hands on my shoulders and gently pressed my back against the mattress. My hands fell away to my sides and I took a few moments to breathe. When I opened my eyes, the exotic beauty was smiling and leaning over me. She grabbed me by the outside of my knees and dragged me toward the edge of the bed. I was already dripping from our little session on the couch, but the display of dominance alone was close to orgasmic. She reached for the button of my jeans and they were quickly tossed away along with my socks. I wanted to be embarrassed at the state of my soaked panties, but I was far too turned on to care. Isabela stood back for a moment, admiring me like prey. I couldn't help but gaze upon her own exposed flesh. Her hipbones were perfectly wide above her thick and muscular thighs, completing the hourglass frame. The white lace underwear matched exactly, and I took some amount of comfort from the fact that her panties looked just as ruined as mine did. Without a word, she crawled atop me, straddling my thin pelvis with her own. She was propped up on her elbows, which were on either side of my head.

"You're allowed to kiss me." Isabela cooed with a smile. I carefully placed my hands on her hips and lifted my head to kiss her. She pressed herself into me, but our kiss was slow. Her tongue did most of the work as she put me through my paces. But I needed more than just kissing. I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life, my entire body throbbing and urging release. I pulled her body down against mine, grinding my hips against hers. She moaned into my mouth and bit my lip. She broke the kiss, and the look on her face was that of a hungry jaguar. I scooted backwards, not so much to get away as to get off the edge of the bed. Whatever I thought she was going to do, I had a feeling it required space. She tilted her head to me as I reached the plethora of pillows at the top of the mattress.

"I hope you're not changing your mind, Hawke, because I really need to touch you right now." Isabela crawled on hands and knees, positioning herself atop my thigh. She stared down at me, her usually golden eyes nearly black with the dilation of her pupils. Her right hand stroked broad circles over my torso. "Do you want to stop?"

"No, but-" My breathing was ragged, and my skin had a thin coating of sweat.

Isabela placed a finger to my lips. "Do you trust me?" Her smile wasn't lacking desire, but it was friendly, cheerful even.

I wanted to slap myself for being chicken, especially after the cocky display against the Shelby earlier in the evening. It is one thing to joke about being a Jedi, it's another to actually force-lift an X-wing out of a swamp. But I bowed to her prowess as a teacher. "Yes."

"Then relax." She leaned forward to kiss me, gently cradling my jaw. Her lips were soft against mine, nothing like the tongued and overzealous make-out sessions we were prone to having. I just barely held her ribs, needing somewhere to place my hands. Her own deft fingers began to blaze a trail down my neck. There was a fleeting touch across my breast before she reached behind my back. With nothing more than a short break between kisses, my bra was gone, long forgotten in some corner of the room. I barely noticed the absence, because the fabric was instantly replaced by her palms. Her lips moved to my neck as she squeezed and kneaded the newly exposed flesh. My eyes shut tight and a deep groan rumbled from my throat. "See, that's not so bad."

It was the farthest thing from 'not so bad'. Every nerve in my body was ultra-sensitive, and it felt like the world was in slow motion. But my hands were restless, and Isabela's own breasts felt more inviting by the second, rubbing just below mine. I fumbled with the clasp of her bra before she sat up to remove the garment entirely. I hadn't the willpower to gaze upon them yet, but I enjoyed them thoroughly once they were within reach. Thank the lord for large hands! Her breasts, as bountiful as they were, fit perfectly in my masculine grip, and I took some time to acquaint myself with the soft and creamy flesh. They were much nicer than my own, never firmed by manual labor. When my thumbs brushed over her stiffened nipples, she mirrored the move and rocked into my thigh, moaning her approval. "God." I could only groan and bite my lip at the warmth of her center against my leg, and the pressure of her thigh against my own aching arousal.

"No, just me." Isabela bit down just above my collarbone as her hands splayed over my ribs. I moved my hands to cradle the back of her head, no longer trusting myself not to bruise her chest in the throes of passion. Her fingertips mapped every muscle of my abdomen on their path downward, leaving me shaking and gasping. "Take a breath." She instructed calmly. I almost asked why, but the word exited in a winded huff as her hand slid under my panties and two fingers brushed over my clit. My eyes shot open and all of my muscles tensed, nearly jolting us off of the mattress. I could hear Isabela chuckling softly against my ear. "I did try to warn you." She began slow and deliberate circles, and I fought with my body, trying to relax. She obviously knows what she's doing. Just lay back and let her lead. But with one flick of her fingertips, any semblance of self-control went out the window. My hips ground of their own volition and I gritted my teeth.

"Isabela. No… teasing." The sound wasn't more than a hiss as my short nails dug into her hair.

"Shh." She purred against my throat. Her fingertips ran up and down my swollen slit before a single finger dipped in. "Hawke." She sounded somewhat amused and surprised. I knew I was absolutely soaked, but I could tell that is not what she was referring to. Fuck, she's tight! Her digit slid like a knife through warm butter, and curled against a particularly receptive spot I didn't even know I had. My body shuttered and my muscles clenched with the unbridled pleasure of her touch. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. "Like that?" Her voice regained its usual delicious confidence as her tongue flicked under my ear. I could only moan, unable to form any coherent thoughts. She began delicate strokes, bringing me to a height I had never known. She was slowly grinding against my thigh, as well, and I could feel her hot breath against my neck. Her palm brushed against my bead as her movements increased in speed and force. I held onto her for dear life as my back continually arched and released, my muscles straining.

"Holy – FUCK!" A second digit glided through my folds, filling me completely, and her thumb pressed against my bundle of nerves. I reached down to grip her hipbones, needing something sturdy to hold onto as my body drove itself into oblivion. Isabela was panting and thrusting blindly, the friction between our bodies building to an inferno. With a final curl of her fingers, I was propelled out of this world. Stars flew behind my eyes, my body burned then exploded with my climax, and I couldn't even hear anything beyond my pounding heartbeat. I continued to shake like an electrocuted epileptic for at least a minute, vaguely noticing that I was wet from my groin to halfway down my thighs. Whatever I had imagined or attempted on my own could not even come close to the reality of sex with Isabela. The adrenaline I felt could only be compared to running a marathon, followed by a triathlon, all while being chased by a dozen rabid German Shepherds. And the pleasure? It was as if every cell in my body had taken a heavy dose of ecstasy. It was like getting hit by an Atom bomb of pure bliss. Better than earning every trophy on all of your favorite video games. More amazing than meeting Optimus Prime. Greater than a Nobel, an Oscar, a James Beard, and a Game of the Year award combined. The experience was positively addictive, and I very much wanted to do it again; sooner rather than later.

"Hawke?" I slowly opened my eyes. Isabela had a hand on my chest and looked down at me, a slight amount of worry evident in her amber depths.

My throat felt like a desert, but I cleared it enough to speak. "…Yeah?" My voice was harsh and gravelly, and I found it quite unpleasant to talk.

She blinked a few times. "Are you ok?" Her voice also had a certain raspy quality to it.

I thought about it for a moment. I was slowly coming back to Earth. My body felt a little sore. My heart was starting to regulate itself. I could breathe somewhat normally. But my hands? I looked down and saw that they were dug into the flesh of Isabela's hips like the talons of an eagle. I quickly pried them away. "Shit, yeah. Are you?" I slapped myself in the forehead, assuming that I had just ruined any chance at future sex. Good one, Hawke! Break your new girlfriend on the first try!

"Yes, actually…" She cleared her throat, and there was a somewhat awkward look in her eye. I blinked in confusion, then glanced down. Oh. Not all of the warmth on my thighs was my own. "I didn't expect you to last as long as you did." She sucked at the inside of her cheek, and I realized that she was actually embarrassed.

"But I didn't hurt you or anything, right?" I looked sheepishly at her, biting my suddenly chapped lip.

How can she be so strong, but be so sweet? She began to chuckle and shake her head, a small smirk playing over her tan features. "My ears are ringing, but I'll be fine."

"Oh, was I… loud?" I blushed fiercely as my mind ran through every possible religious, geeky, or pop fiction catch phrase that may or may not have slipped from my lips during my orgasm.

Isabela cleared her throat again, hiding her face against my collarbone. "A bit…"

"Please just tell me what I said. Make it quick, like a band-aid." I buried my face in my palms, waiting for the Hell I was about to receive for my voice's betrayal.

"Have you watched Farscape recently?" I could tell she was holding back laughter and I couldn't do anything but shake my head and hide my shame behind my hands. Stupid nerd! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

I groaned and rubbed fiercely at my temples. "Oh, dear lord! I didn't call you Claudia, did I?"

"No, you said 'frell'." She started giggling; like, maniacal, incessant, preschool type giggling! I wanted to curl into a ball and die at my disgraceful display. "Do you have fantasies about Claudia Black often?" Isabela said between snickers. I could tell she was literally crying at the hilarity of it all, but I was far too embarrassed to have a laugh at my own expense.

"NO!" I banged my head against the pillows in frustration. Well, sometimes… but, no!

She patted my chest and fought back her laughter. "Hawke, babe, it's alright. It was kind of adorable." I opened my eyes as Isabela settled herself on her elbows and wiped away her tears.

"That is probably the most unsexy thing anyone has ever said during an orgasm." I looked up at the ceiling, giving silent prayers that maybe, just maybe, my new girlfriend would forgive my geeky nature and allow me to make it up to her.

I was somewhat shocked when she bent down to give me a light kiss. "For what it's worth, you couldn't hear what I said." She had a bright smile and her whole body had a certain… radiance.

"What did you say?" I brushed my hands along her biceps, which felt a bit tense. She turned her head away, pretending not to hear me. A grin overtook my face. "What did you say?" Isabela began to hum and dismount my thigh. "Oh, no, no, no!" I put my hands on her ribs, ceasing any further movement. She beamed down at me with a single raised eyebrow. "Don't play coy with me. You've caught all my sci-fi references so far. You said something geeky, didn't you?" I smirked brashly and nodded my head. Her face turned bright red and I knew I had her right where I wanted her.

Isabela chuckled and grinned, but she was still blushing. "How does one play coy after coming all over their partner's thigh? Which was your fault, by the way. All that squirming was havoc on my self-control." She leaned forward to kiss me again, but I put my finger on her piercing, stopping her a few inches from my face.

"Are you trying to distract me with sexual advances?" I tilted my head, feigning surprise. "Because as wonderful as you were, I would really rather take a moment to reflect, wouldn't you?"

She propped her elbow on my sternum and held up her head, tapping the tips of her fingers against her cheek, a look of utter contemplation on her face. "If I tell you what I said, what do I get in return?" Her voice returned to its graceful purr, and I was finding it very difficult to tease her.

"Next time we have sex, I'll do all the heavy lifting." I informed her as a matter of fact.

Isabela grew a wicked smirk, looking quite smug. Her bottom lip disappeared behind her teeth as her eyes wandered over my face, then down to my chest. "And when is next time?"

"Right after you tell me what you said." Though, in reality, I was already feeling a little flushed under her licentious appraisal, so 'now' would have been a more correct answer.

"Hmm…" She averted her gaze, still drumming fingertips over her high cheekbone. She cleared her throat and stared me down, an air of seriousness about her. "If you must know, I said 'headshot'."

I gave her a quizzical look, expecting something far worse. "That's it? 'Headshot'? It's not like you started rattling off pi or naming all the presidents." I shrugged, allowing her 'embarrassing exclamation' to roll off of me.

I suppose it isn't that bad… She's obviously turned on by that kind of thing, anyway. "I told you what I said. A deal is a deal." Isabela licked her lips and dragged her fingertips down my ribs, making me shutter. Aww, she's extra ticklish after sex. That's delightful. She began to wiggle her digits against my sides, and I couldn't help but squirm and chuckle. My stomach began to hurt from the sensation. With a snarl, I flipped our positions, settling myself between her legs. "That's more like it." She noted with a sly grin.

I lifted myself onto my elbows, gazing into her lust-filled eyes. "I really don't think you did yourself any favors by taking that deal." I sighed, shaking my head. I have no idea what I'm doing.

"I have the utmost faith in your abilities, Hawke. Just take your time." Isabela's slightly toothy smile portrayed a level of comfort and trust that I had never witnessed before. I couldn't disappoint her now, not when she devoted her confidence to me completely, giving herself over in a way that was so natural and right. I never wanted anyone else to see that wonderful convictive light in her pure golden eyes. It was to be mine and mine alone.

I sat back on my knees, allowing myself to look upon her fully. It was becoming dark in the room, but the light cast from the windows shined down upon her every curve, dip, and swell. Her body was radioactive; a mix of moonlight, streetlights, sweat, and that post-sex glow that I had only heard about before. Her hair was splayed across the pillows in dark waves. And those breasts, surely novels could be written on their magnificent, voluptuous, truly faultless form; that plump and creamy flesh which could only crescendo to a crest at perfect dusky peaks. Her immaculately tan frame set in the backdrop of the wrinkled royal blue sheets would be the envy of any painter. Erotic yet angelic, sensual yet unreal, stunning yet soft. I couldn't wrap my brain around it all! "You know what I don't understand, Isabela?" She tilted her head to me, a light hum her only reply. "Why is it that I cannot find a single adjective in my extensive vocabulary to describe how incredibly beautiful you are? My mind goes from genius to tree stump when I look at you."

"As much as I value the teeth-rotting affection, and believe me when I say that I do, you don't need to be articulate with me." I can see it all in your eyes. No one has ever called me beautiful. Sexy, gorgeous, stunning maybe; never beautiful. And no one has ever looked at me like this. Like I'm a goddess. Isabela had a somewhat nervous smile on her flushed face as she ran a finger along my bony hip. It was a small appreciative gesture that left me sighing. Here I was pouring compliments all over her, and she was busy sizing me up instead. I shook my head before leaning down to kiss her. If she's too modest for verbal adulation, I'll just have to worship her in a way she'll comprehend.

I brushed stray hairs away as I cradled her face. Isabela arched into me, her perfectly manicured nails dragging over my shoulderblades. But I couldn't allow her to deepen the kiss. Every time her tongue darted across my teeth I would move just out of reach. It wasn't about sex anymore, there would be time for that later. My lips brushed from her mouth to her cheek, then down to her jaw. I devoted some time to that special spot below her ear, eliciting short gasps and low moans. My racing thoughts refused to stay dormant, and I found myself whispering sweet nothings against her soft neck. "You're so smart. So sexy. Resilient. Funny. Self-assured."

I was quickly losing any sense of time as nimble fingers clawed at the small of my back, urging further movement. I allowed my attentions to drift as I sprinkled butterfly kisses down her collarbone. "C-Cassandra…" My eyes fluttered open at the hushed call of my name, and I noticed a love-bitten and straining neck. Isabela's head was thrown back in ecstasy and her chest was pushed out. I allowed my hands to rest on her ribs, stilling her rocking body as I let my intentions become known. I pressed a few fleeting kisses to the top of each breast before capturing a single peak. Isabela let out a long groan as I suckled the bud playfully. I would roll it between my lips, scrape lightly with my teeth, then circle it with my tongue, repeating the process to my heart's content. The response was an array of audible curses and prayers as fingers dug into my hair, scraping my scalp. I lifted my head long enough to breathe.

"Fuck." Isabela looked down at me panting hard, before dragging my head up for an overzealous kiss. She ravished my mouth without abandon as her legs wrapped around my hips. She tried to grind herself against me, but I ripped my lips away, growling my disapproval. The wide-eyed expression on her face was a mix of thrill and confusion. What manner of beast did I just unleash?

I licked my kiss-swollen lips. My hormones were fighting my emotions as my mouth traveled down the pathway between her breasts. I unwrapped her legs from around my waist so that I could remove the last piece of cloth from her body. Her knuckles were pale as she grasped the sheet like a lifeline. I flicked my tongue into her navel before moving out to kiss the small bruises that were forming from my early gripping of her hips. "Hawke…" Isabela was whining as I caught my breath. I gazed down upon the apex of her legs, bare, pink, and irreverently wet. The smell of her arousal wafted to my nose, and I felt instantly bolder. I pinned her hipbones to the mattress and grinned at the way her thighs immediately spread wider for me.

"Take a breath," was my final demand before I bowed my head. I ran my tongue along the sopping folds, tasting Isabela for the first time. It was heaven, earth, and everything in between. She moaned loudly, invoking deities I had never heard of as I sucked at the pearl. Her body shook under my grasp as I hungrily gathered all the moisture that I could find. I didn't have to ask if I was pleasing her as she lifted her hips to make slow, deliberate circles against my frenzied tongue. My feast was everlasting, all encompassing, and more important than air itself. It was romance in her realm, pure and simple. I couldn't hear anything above Isabela's sharp cries and my own thundering heartbeat. My ragged gasps were short interruptions before I dove back in, her unconscious rhythm guiding my movements. No matter how much nectar I devoured, more took its place, allowing me to lose all semblance of reality.

"Hawke! Baby… Please… God!" I barely heard the request as her body jerked wildly beneath me again. When I rose up for breath, Isabela grabbed my hair to prevent me from returning. "Enough! Dear lord, that's enough."

The muscles of her thigh quaked beneath my chin as I rested my head, and her whole body was pulsating. I gulped in some necessary oxygen before anxiously looking up at her. Her hair clung to her sweaty brow, her head was thrown back in the pillows, and her legs were still spread and twitching. "You… alright?" I panted out, my skull suddenly feeling too light for the rest of my body.

When she finally got the energy to look down at me, her amber eyes were glazed over, and she looked like she just completed a century's long footrace. "Holy shit." Her voice was raspy and dry.

"Isabela?" I asked cautiously.

"Where. In the Hell. Did you learn. How to do that?" She pleaded between shaky breaths.

Good question… "I just… went for it." I dragged my body up the bed to lie beside her. She looked absolutely spent, still shivering like a leaf. For my part, I felt tired, but contented by her obvious satisfaction.

She haphazardly pushed the hair from her face. "Holy shit." She rolled onto her side, looking at me through half-open eyelids. "Please tell me you were not considering going back for more, because I think I died long prior to my fifth climax."

I cleared my throat, wiping my mouth on the back of my arm. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I wasn't paying attention."

"Don't ever apologize for multiple orgasms." Isabela pointed out with a lazy poke to my nose.

"You're welcome?" I offered pathetically. She leaned forward and kissed me, her eyes already drifting shut. I might have stopped her, considering where my mouth had just been, but she didn't seem to mind. Isabela broke away and patted my cheek.

"Get some sleep Champ," she yawned loudly. But I felt like a hot mess, and sat up on the edge of the bed. Night had closed in completely, and it took a moment before I could make out my surroundings. Clothes were strewn about the floor of the room, and I vaguely noted that I still had my soaked underwear on. I stood on shaky legs, quickly removing them before gathering the rest of our dirty garments in my arms. "You doing my laundry? Nude?" Isabela sleepily mumbled.

I bent forward to kiss her forehead. "I'm just cleaning up. I'll be back in a moment so you can enjoy my nakedness." I snuck a peek at the clock, squinting in the faint light. 10:01. No wonder my jaw is stiff.

"Best girlfriend ever," I heard as I pattered quietly to the bathroom. I smiled at the half-awake compliment before tossing the clothes into the washer. It was hard to read the care instructions in the dark, and even harder to find the soap, but I figured it out. After some quick tidying, a glass of water, and a transfer to the dryer, I snuck back into the bedroom. The comforter was trapped beneath my bedmate, but it was a bit warm for it anyway. I wrapped my arm around Isabela and pressed her face against my neck. She was hot to the touch, and smelled like a brothel. An expensive brothel in some exotic land, but a brothel none-the-less. Strangely, I enjoyed the scent nearly as much as the feeling of her skin against mine. "Roy. G. Biv." She grumbled under her breath, slipping fully into sleep. I was curious as to why the colors of the rainbow popped up so randomly, but I was too tired to try and stir her to discuss it now. I simply brushed a kiss to her temple, conveying further my affections.

"Sweet dreams, Isabela." And with that, I fell into a deep and well-earned sleep.

Author's Note: Yes, this was a ridiculously long sex chapter. But it's an introduction of sorts. There will be some lovely smut later, I promise. Like I said in my summary, this is going to be a long one, so be patient.