Author's Disclaimer: I don't own a thing belonging to "Dragon Age 2." Nothing.

Author's notes: Happy thanksgiving! Sorry about the extreme break in between updates. This story isn't dead, I woke up thinking about it. So, there's that _ Enjoy, lovelies. This one was a short one, so this is the ending.

"Trying to forget"

Chapter three "The way home"

Isabela slumped over onto Hawke's torso, hands gripping her by the shoulders. Hawke panted, her one arm slung above her head on the carpet. Isabela looked around at the party revelers. Some were fucking nearby, but most had found their own rooms to disappear to.

Perhaps they should find a room. Isabela needed to pee, and she wanted to hold onto Hawke all to herself. She leaned down and brushed her lips along Hawke's throat. Hawke purred under her, coming to. She must have started to nod off. Isabela felt a twinge of pride in her abilities but felt a twinge of loss as she worked off of Hawke's soft cock. It fell limply against her thigh but wasn't retracting. Hawke was reacting to her still it seemed.

"We should go," she purred, smoothing Hawke's rumpled black hair out of her eyes. "Can you stand, Hawke?"

Hawke groaned as the naked woman helped her to her feet. Her bare toes tug into the rough rug and Isabela reached to retrieve her dagger from beside them. Ever since the noblewoman had tried to interrupt, she had gripped it in one hand while riding her champion, but she must have laid it down. "Come on," she urged, leading Hawke down the long hallway. One doorway was open up ahead and she shouldered it open. A quick glance, and Isabela noted the bed was rumpled, and an ottoman had been tossed over, but the room was otherwise unoccupied.

It was as good a place as any and Isabela closed and locked the door behind them. Good that Hawke was still blindfolded. Isabela poured herself a cup of wine and downed it quickly. Hawke hiccuped beside her. She must still be good and drunk to be in as a placid mood as she was. She must also not know who she was still, Isabela thought sadly as Hawke's hands groped her hips, tugging her close.

'Soon,' Isabela thought as Hawke pressed her onto the bed and climbed on top, sinking onto her with a hot kiss. 'Soon you'll know….and hopefully we'll leave together.'

Isabela squealed as Hawke parted her with a firm thrust. Even drunk, her lovemaking was second to none. Isabela buried her face in Hawke's shoulder, moaning.

No, she'd never let her go again.

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After a few more rounds and Isabela was drowsily regaining herself, she realized Hawke had beaten her to the punch. Her blindfold was off, and she was gaping at her, mouth open as she stared at her. Realization was dawning in her eyes but before Isabela could explain, Hawke's next words and actions floored her.

"Demon!" Hawke hissed. She leaped off the rumpled bed, limbs tensed as she readied for a fight. Her cock began to stiffen with her potent energy, but Isabela didn't have time to enjoy the sight as Hawke bristled before her, all tense angry muscle.

"What?" Isabela hissed, confused. She scrubbed a wrist across her eyes, trying to regain her faculties faster. Hawke had tired her out. "I'm no demon! Hawke!"

Hawke scrubbed her palms down her face and growled loudly with real ire. "Lies! Stop tempting me, desire demon! Isabela would NEVER come back, so why take her shape?!"

Isabela frowned, utterly and completely crushed. Hawke's dismissal spoke of deep hurt and real desire to sever any affection she may have once had for her. She had to try. She had to reach her…

"Hawke, it's me! Really!" Isabela said. Hawke yanked her own dagger out of the headboard, brandishing it before her.

"Show your real form, demon!"

Isabela watched her, wary. She had to be very, very careful. Her next words had to reach her and shake her. She held her palms up and slowly approached the tensed alpha.

"Remember that first fight? When I asked for your help in the Hanged Man? You showed up, no questions, and backed me in a fight. And I knew then you were worth your salt."

Hawke glowered, unconvinced. Isabela pointed to her own bicep. A red strip of cloth was knotted round and never came off. She was as bare as the day was long, but Isabela would never take it off. "See this? I started wearing it after I left. It reminds me of you."

Hawke paused. Demons couldn't make up new things. They only could use and play with the knowledge you had. Hawke had never seen that strip of cloth before. Realization began to dawn that perhaps this wasn't a trick of a desire demon. "…..Bela?"

Isabela took her dagger out of Hawke's slack hand and set it aside. She brought Hawke's hand up and bent to kiss her wrist. She placed Hawke's hand over her heart. "I'm real. I came back, for you."

A sliver of doubt crept across Hawke's face. "You knew I'd be at this party?"

Isabela laughed weakly. "No, that was a surprise. But I was on my way back to Kirkwall for you."

Hawke looked at where her hand was, over the curve of her luscious breast. Her nipple was hard, and Hawke sighed. When she looked like she was still fit to argue, Isabela leaned in and laid her head over Hawke's breast.

When Hawke's arms settled around her, she almost jumped, then wrapped her arms around her thin waist.

"So you came to this party to….see other alphas. Before coming back to me," Hawke grumbled. Isabela rubbed her hand over Hawke's lower back. Her hand went low, cupping her buttock, squeezing.

"Yeah…but you were here. Earlier than I expected," Isabela murmured. Hawke rubbed her back.

When Hawke grumbled something under her breath, Isabela leaned her head up. Her lips hovered opposite Hawke's, which parted in anticipation. Isabela's gaze was serious as she slowly laid her lips against Hawke's. Hawke stared back at her, then her green eyes closed as the kiss deepened. A deep moan vibrated in Hawke's throat. Isabela shivered as her hands started to wander.

"I'm coming back to Kirkwall. With you, if….that's okay…." Isabela's tone faltered in a moment of uncharacteristic fear. Hawke heard it. Her hands went low to Isabela's buttocks and lifted. Isabela squealed when she was lifted up off the ground and she hurried to wrap her legs around her waist. Hawke gave a roguish grin as she carried Isabela to the bed.

"Okay….. let's just see where this takes us…" she murmured. Isabela's heart flooded with relief and joy. She posed a hopefully seductive pose after Hawke tossed her on the rumpled covers. But when Hawke settled her weight over her, her kisses were deep and warm, and Isabela felt secure even as their passion stoked higher.

Damn Hawke. She was just too good and too kind and too….good. Isabela was definitely going home with her.

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"Does Lady Hawke need anything?" The noblewoman of the house woke them the next day by pounding on the locked bedroom door. Isabela groaned and tossed pillows at the closed door. Hawke pulled the rumpled sheets over her head.

"No!" she yelled toward the door. Isabela sat up, running a hand through her rumpled black hair. A few half empty wine glasses stood on the bedside table, so she sipped at one. Hawke sat up and put her hand out, so Isabela handed her the other one. "Well, yes! Can you bring more wine?"

"Yes, my lady…." The noblewoman crooned from the other side of paradise. Hawke downed her wine and set the glass down, flopping on her back, arms spread. Isabela set her glass down and settled her head on Hawke's shoulder, tracing her finger over her stomach muscles. Her fingertip accidentally scraped one of the scar lines and Hawke tensed beneath her. Isabela pulled her hand back and made to apologize, but Hawke gave a rueful smile.

"Take your look. You did this," she said but it was only half a tease. Isabela's eyes were soft and regretful. She moved her fingers to Hawke's warm side.

"I know….. Hawke, is it really going to be okay? You've had your fill and…."

Hawke lolled, tugging one of the sheets open to lay in. She flexed her legs and toes, stretching. The sight tugged at Isabela's heart, naked or no. "And it was good. That what you wanted to know?"

A smug smile was on Hawke's lips, but her eyes were somewhat furtive. Almost shy. Isabela leaned on her side and tugged the sheet open so she could burrow beside her lover. She leaned close, her breast pressing against the side of Hawke's arm. Hawke lay on her back, green eyes wide and vulnerable. The sight panged Isabela's heart.

"It was good…Great, really. You're a real tiger," Isabela winked. Hawke blushed, the blush running all the way up to the ends of her ears. Isabela remembered how she'd teased Hawke, with words, on missions or errands, just to see how far she could get that blush to travel. "But….I'm really coming back to Kirkwall. With you."

Hawke blinked. "I do want that. Just…. warn me before you vanish, alright?"

Isabela's heart pained, but she gave a nod. "I will. I promise. But you'll vanish along with me."

Hawke gave a sudden laugh and Isabela's heart lightened. "Of course. Merrill too, if she wants."

"Kitten would be lost without us," Isabela declared. "Of course she can come. Need to show her a trick of two."

Hawke blushed, laying an arm over her eyes. Isabela gently tugged her arm up to gaze down at her.

"I'm not going anywhere again, Hawke. I… I don't make many promises…."

"Didn't think you could, really," Hawke mumbled. Isabela smiled ruefully but painfully.

"But I promise to you…. I'm with you."

The words had the potent magical effect Isabela had been hoping for. Hawke grinned up at her, green eyes twinkling. She'd started to shift, cock sliding out from between her legs as she stretched happily.

"Well then, that's a welcome sight," Isabela laughed. Hawke wrapped her arm around Isabela's side and drew her close.

"C'mere," Hawke said. Isabela felt like the luckiest woman in the world as she was drawn in for a deep kiss.

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Later that afternoon, Isabela and Hawke were in a carriage ordered to drive them to Kirkwall Hightown and to Amell Manor. The two of them had asked the lady of the house for a bath and had spent the better part of two hours washing up and talking. Hawke knew she'd forgone everyone else's company, but in her mind the party was over. Zevran had poked his head in, asking about her and after a few yelled exclamations, Hawke let the assassin in to sit by their tub to laugh and joke.

So now both were nestled in the carriage, laying against cushions as they talked quietly. The carriage jounced and rolled over the hillside. Zevran they'd allowed to come with, and he was seated in the box seat next to the driver.

Hawke would send a written apology to the lord and lady later, but for now, she didn't care.

She'd found a prize, and she was just glad Isabela was along for the ride.

The End

End notes: I intended this one to be a short one, so enjoy, my lovelies! Please drop a review if you liked it, or didn't like some parts, let me know. This is one of my favorite couples in the fandom, and after having rushed my finish to "Dragon Age: The Veilguard" and seeing so much but so little of Isabela there, I had to do her justice. And I had to put Zevran in at the end too.

Cheers.

Sincerely, pen

11/28/2024