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Hawke pushed her eyelids apart, her head still splitting and stomach still queasy. Birthday cake and alcohol was always a bad idea. You would have thought she'd learnt her lesson last year... or the year before that. But nope.
With much difficulty, she managed to haul herself up onto her elbows and then a sitting position. Once that exertion was over, she tried to look for her phone, her eyes still kinda glued together.
Wait a sec... This wasn't her room?
She looked around, clothes strewn all over the floor that - sure enough - wasn't hers. It was familiar though. Although that did nothing to help the situation.
Great, so she'd had another one night stand she couldn't remember. Just what she needed, another pointless walk of shame.
Her eyes scanned the room, looking for clues, but she was no detective. Candles? Books? There was a desk that probably used to house the piles of paper also scattered on the floor. All in all, this room could belong to anyone in Kirkwall. Great. So she'd have to do it the old fashioned way. She shuffled over and looked beside her to whoever she'd spent the night with, carefully moving the covers to see-
Varric?
Her eyes practically burst out of her head, only worsening her headache. That couldn't be right, surely? It was all just a dream, or a joke, or a misunderstanding. Or something. Anything.
But when she looked down at her body, she couldn't deny that she was very much lacking in the clothes department. Yes, very naked. Impossible to be any more naked. Varric had... his necklace on, at least. That was something.
So she levered herself off the bed and scrambled for her clothes, making as little noise as possible. Which was in fact a lot, due to her hangover and lack of stability. There was a slight chance that she was still drunk. After the third time she dropped her belt on the floor, Varric stirred and rolled over. But this time, he woke.
“Hawke?” He mumbled, his face adorably confused, “What are you doing?”
“Just saving you the trouble of finding me naked in your bed.” She took another quick glance at the room, “My, eh, bra is missing so if you find it then I'd appreciate it if you could give it back.”
He raised his eyebrows, but soon took notice of the fact he was butt naked, his face turning a fascinating shade of red. He hastily pulled the covers further over him, gripping onto them for what seemed like dear life, his mouth struggling to do it's job.
“Shit, did we...?”
“I assume so.”
“I thought you'd been joking about...”
“Wanting to fuck you? What's that thing they say?” Hawke sighed dramatically, “Behind every joke is a needle of truth?”
A little smirk wormed it's way out as he sat up. His hair was down, loose from it's usual tie and his eyes twinkling in what little light was in the room.
Oh shit- wait! What was that on his neck? Hickies? And they were on both sides! Holy shit! She snorted at the sight of them, whatever urge of lust she felt was completely repressed.
“What?” He asked, a rare, self-concious look on his face, “What is it?”
“I hope you own a turtleneck.” Hawke giggled.
“I don't...” He trailed off, panic dawning over his face. His hands scrambled for his phone that held his reflection. “Maker's breath, Hawke! Were you trying to eat me?”
Her giggles turned to chuckles, which soon gave way to a full belly laugh. It must have been contagious because Varric soon joined in too. That was what they needed. Laughter. Lots and lots of maniacal laughter. Maybe they could just laugh themselves to death? A little too morbid perhaps, but the whole situation was so fucking ridiculous, there wasn't really anything else to do.
The pair's laughter slowly dissolved into an almost comfortable silence while Hawke attempted to lace her boots. The important word being attempted.
“You know, you can stay a little longer if you want.” Varric sighed, rubbing his neck, “I probably have tons of food left over from last night.”
“For a second there I was beginning to think that you were trying to entice me back to bed!” Aah yes, another joke. More laughter!
He paused a second and shrugged his shoulders. “Who says food has to be eaten at a table?”
Her grin widened, almost reaching her ears as she threw her boots back off. Thank fuck she didn't have to face the outside world quite yet.
“You want anything while I'm up?”
“I'm good for now.”
The kitchen felt surprisingly cold after the warmth of Varric's room. The remains of a party she couldn't even remember met her in the kitchen; decorations, food and drink scattered across every surface. Still, it didn't stir her memory into remembering why she made such a crazy decision... Nope, just haze and blank space. A shame, really. Sex with Varric would have been a nice memory to have. So instead, she picked up a paper plate and stuffed it high with whatever she could find. She honestly hadn't eaten so much Fereldan food since... well, leaving Fereldan probably. Maker only knows how much it would have cost to get it imported. What did she do to deserve a best friend like him?
Back in his bedroom, she found Varric on top of his covers, sat in his dressing gown. Of course, his chest was still distractingly out (praise the Maker) as he flicked through his phone.
“Umuhuh ubruba?”
“Pardon?” His eyes looked puzzled, but there was humour just at the edge of his features.
She tried again to swallow the remains of a cold sausage roll, succeeding this time. “Anything interesting?”
“Well, I think you must have stolen my phone at some point.”
“Varric dear, you wound me!”
“Who else would download...” He shook his head, “...hundreds of pictures of dragons and mabaris?”
A wisp of a memory came back to her. Something about a bet? “You sure that's not my phone?”
“It may as well be now.”
“Any idea where mine is then?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. Want me to phone it?”
She nodded, yet another sausage roll stuffed into her mouth, keeping an ear out for the ringtone.
“Oh, hi?” He fumbled, “Oh right, hi Aveline. Yeah, that is Hawke's phone.” He looked over at her, “She's fine, just wondering where her phone was.” Hawke rolled her eyes, “At the police station? Yeah, she'll come pick it up when she can... Fine, fine. Just a bit hungover, really.... Thanks for that, anyway.... Speak later. Bye.”
He put the phone down and put his hands over his eyes, rubbing his forehead. “It was found on the street beside a pile of sick and handed into the station.”
She snorted. Hearing of how drunk she was was always a strange sort of schadenfreude to her.
“Good night though?” He asked.
“I have no idea.” She shrugged her shoulders, “I only have a few hazy memories, but it seemed pretty good from what I can remember.”
“Sounds about right. What's that thing Rivaini always says?”
“If you do remember your birthday, then it hasn't been spent right.” Something niggled at her memory, something about- “Oh, wait! I remember pre-drinks...” Her face scrunched up as if it would help her remember. “We played never have I ever. And you...” She watched Varric's mouth purse, “You said hadn't been with a human before!”
“Aah, shit.” He drawled. “I hoped you'd forget that.”
“How could I possibly? I'm honoured to have been the first human you've successfully enticed to bed.”
“You're also only one I've tried to, I guess.”
“Stop it!” She giggled, “No wait, don't!”
“Aah yes, that's exactly what you need. An inflated ego.”
“I already have one, in case you haven't noticed.”
“Oh, don't worry. I have.”
She dug into her food once more, but suddenly a flash of Varric's chest appeared in her mind. Oh, that was something. As if she needed it to be any more difficult not to look at his chest. Usually she was pretty good at it, but even she had her limits.
“You know, if you take a picture it'll last longer.” He smirked.
“Huh?”
He looked at her over his phone, one eyebrow raised and the other lost under his long, messy hair. Oh man, did he know how fucking hot he looked right now? “My chest. You've been staring at it.”
“Well I would take a picture but unfortunately Aveline has my phone. So I guess,” She put a hand to her forehead and threw her head back dramatically, “I just have to make do with the real thing. How very awful!”
“What a shame.” He sighed, a smirk on his lips, “I almost feel sorry for you.”
She smirked back as she took another mouthful of egg mayonnaise sandwich, lips pressed in thought. Okay, so if she was really sure that she wanted to do it again, then couldn't they? They were consenting adults, after all. And it was normal to want to fuck your best friend, right?
Or at least, that's what she told herself when Varric sat in front of her, looking so fucking edible. That tousled hair, that mischievous gleam and of course, that chest covered in tiny flecks of gold hair. The whole thing was laughable, the two of them waking up tangled into bed together and now she was sitting beside him, stuffing her face with leftovers from her own birthday dinner.
But they say every silver cloud has a lining.
“You know,” She said, setting down her plate beside the bed, tilting her head so slightly towards him, “It's been far too long since I've had a good roll in the hay... That I can remember, I mean.”
He raised his eyebrows, but something lurked behind his eyes. “Is this a subtle hint?”
“Maaaaybe? I mean...” The butterflies in her stomach made their way to her throat and she swallowed them back down, “I guess I wouldn't mind another go.”
She watched him swallow as his eyes flickered up and down. Now she had his attention.
“What, now?” He breathed.
“Why not? They say there's no time like the present!” She raised a singular eyebrow (her best talent) and let a slow smirk free. “Unless there's something on your phone more interesting?”
“I eh-” He put his phone down with almost a clatter, “What would this be then?”
“A casual roll in the hay? No strings attached, obviously.”
“Obviously.” He repeated, probably to himself, his face showing a mind swirling with emotion.
Shit, she'd really done it now. “I mean, if you don't want to then don't let me-”
“No. I want to. This isn't going to get in the way of our friendship though?”
“I promise. Well, unless you're absolutely terrible. Then I'll probably move back to Fereldan.”
“Okay, okay.” His mouth turned up into a crooked smile, “Why not. I'm up for it.”
She bit her lip. Okay, that was surprisingly easy. She shuffled a little for a better position, moving her body closer. She took the opportunity to tentatively run her fingers up his chest, as if testing scorching bathwater. And yet, a smile grew on her face. She always did like her bathwater boiling.
“How did I know that was going to be the first thing you'd do?”
“I have absolutely no idea.” She sighed, licking her lips and moving even closer.
She could smell the paper, the spiced candles, the leather and aftershave lingering on his skin. The way his shoulders moved in time with his breathing, the way those lose strands of hair framed his face, the soft sparkle in his eye. It was all just so... Varric.
Oh shit, wow, so she was actually going to do this with Varric? But why was she was nervous? Why would she be? She was Hawke and she was good at sex. Maybe she was just really aroused. So aroused that her stomach decided to constantly flip in circles. Yeah, that was it.
She blinked and focused on him again, but his face was closed off, cold and worried. He'd been watching her and he knew her far too well for her own good.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his honey eyes piercing back at her, asking for permission to continue.
She smirked, pulling him closer until their lips were just shy of each other. “Never better.” And closed the gap.
The first thing she noticed was the fact that he tasted of cheap booze (not that it was a bad thing) and had possibly the worst morning breath she'd ever come across. It didn't exactly feel like her whole world slotted into place or anything (as if she expected it to), but she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel accomplished. But really, getting Varric Tethras into bed with her? What a privilege.
Her body pushed against him, harder still, feeling his rough stubble against her cheek. Fuck, this was good. Really good. Why hadn't they done this before?
His tongue swirled into her mouth and she moaned softly against him, his hand snaking its way up to the back of her head, his fingers entwining themselves into her hair. Not the best idea since she'd been drinking a hell of a lot last night. Maker only knows what was in there, but he didn't seem to notice though. Her hand found itself back at Varric's chest, tracing the soft lines, a forbidden fruit until now. Okay, he definitely worked out.
A shaky cough snapped her from the daze, his head twisting suddenly away from hers.
“You okay?” Hawke asked, thankful for a reason to breathe. Because she would have forgotten to.
He nodded, although he still couldn't look her in the eye. Strange. Her hand moved again and a stifled squeak escaped.
“My, my, Varric Tethras!” Hawke cooed, this new revelation music to her ears, “Are you ticklish?”
“A... bit.” He sighed, rolling his eyes.
“Good to know!”
She pulled his body to hers' once again, heat radiating from the whole of her body. Mmh, yeah, she needed this. It'dbeen far too long since her last decent romp. Carefully, as to not tickle this time, she tugged lightly at Varric's robe. Unfortunately, he'd put some underwear back on, but at least she could pretty clearly see what was underneath. And Maker, she liked what she saw.
Varric's hand moved from her hair to under her t-shirt, tracing over her stomach and up, up to her bare breasts, cupping them gently, his thumb tracing over the soft skin. Of all the best times to have lost her bra, this was definitely the best. He gripped them gently, squeezing and pushing as they heaved in time with her breathing.
“Fuck...” He groaned into her neck, so quietly she doubted she was supposed to hear it.
A fever took hold of the two, pushing harder with every kiss, faster with every grab and oh, she was desperate. She could feel him shifting, his leg resting between her legs, whether it was on purpose or not. Surely it wasn't too forward to maybe use that to her advantage? Slowly, she ground against him, her hips sliding smoothly against his legs, a delicious pressure building between her legs. A gentle chuckle echoed from the crook of her neck, his hot breath willing him harder? Of course it was there on purpose; why did she expect anything else? She ground down again, quick breaths escaping through her nose, but she wanted more. And the pressure was already becoming painful; and not in a good way. Fuck you, jeans.
It was time to take initiative, though. A hand of hers slipped down his chest, pulling apart his robe until his whole chest was exposed, hooking a finger under his underwear, his breath hitching ever so deliciously. A second hand joined the first and a realisation dawned on her.
This was it, she was going to cross a line that meant their friendship may never be the same. It was all a bit dramatic, too cliché. And all because she was going to see a dick? Come on, she'd seen it already anyway. Sure, she'd been pissed and couldn't remember, but that line had still already been crossed, nonetheless. And she'd almost seen it once or twice, but of course she'd looked away because that was just the friendship they'd had. But it was different now.
So she swallowed and tugged on his underwear, his cock springing up, already half hard. Nice. It maybe wasn't as long as she'd expected, but it looked pretty darn thick. So she wasn't disappointed, that was for sure.
“What?”
“Huh?”
“You're staring a bit.”
“Oh right! You'd rather I got to it then, would you?”
“Not really but I-” The words dissolved on his tongue as Hawke took him in her mouth. “Maker's breath.” His voice was nothing but a whisper.
Fuck, he was thick, there was no denying that. Her mouth was already starting to tire as she all but swallowed him whole. Oh wait, her mouth was stiff? Wait, had she given him a blow job last night! She knew it! His fingers grazed her scalp as he softly wound his hand into her hair, guiding her up and down his length, making low moans that travelled straight between her legs.
You know, if a few years ago she found out she'd be doing this then she'd have been ecstatic, what with that fucking annoying crush she had on him. But naah, she'd matured. Having feelings for someone was so last age. Having meaningless sex? Now that was where it's at.
She cupped at his balls as he squirmed under her, his breath no longer steady.
“Hawke...” He moaned, with an attempt to make eye contact that nearly knocked her breathless.
“Mhmm?” She hummed, mouth still deliciously full.
“Fu- Get your ass up here.”
One final lick for good measure and she released his cock with a pop and a cocky grin. “If you insist.”
She hauled herself up and took the liberty of removing her t-shirt, pulling the hem of the fabric slowly up over her stomach, then her breasts and finally over her head. The astonished expression she got when she flung it away made something in her chest tighten. He licked his lips and let his eyes wonder, as if he didn't know where to look.
“Now you're the one staring.” She chuckled. “Although it can't be helped. I guess you've never been with a human before and you'd be hard pressed to find one as irresistible as me.”
“I'm just-” He swallowed and got onto his knees, a hand pushing against her chest. His mouth opened, but no words came out. Instead, his eyebrows furrowed as his brain worked a mile a minute. Shit, this couldn't be good. Was he having second thoughts? Again?
And of course, that horrible feeling of disappointment washed over her. Of course, she wasn't good enough for him. Why had she ever-
“I just didn't think that we...” He shook his head, a serious look dawning on his face. “Just... before we go any further, please let me know if there's anything you don't like. Just say and I'll stop, no questions asked.”
Oh. Right. “Yeah, same here.” She watched as his shoulders dropped and a calm smile emerged. “But I'm pretty easy to please so no need to worry. Now, are we just going to sit here and talk until we cum or are we-”
Her head hit the mattress and Varric loomed over her, a mischievous gleam in his eye. Wait, she'd already had a dream like this, hadn't she? So she watched him with baited breath, eyes wide with anticipation, desperate to know what he'd do next.
And maker, he didn't disappoint.
He lowered himself to her stomach and littered it with little pecks as his arms wrapped themselves around her legs to stop her from squirming to much. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
Nimble fingers undid her tight jeans and belt and peeled them off her, letting his hand wander as he did so, drinking in the sight of her, as if commuting her to memory. If he was using her as inspiration for a sex scene then she wasn't one to complain.
Then he set about littering her exposed torso with kisses. First, he started at her neck, his breath hot, tickling her ear so divinely, a whimper of a giggle escaping. Then her collarbone caught his attention, nipping and licking his way across them, revelling in every gasp, every moan that she made, whether or not she wanted to make them. By the time he moved his way to her chest, it was already heaving with a thousand things she couldn't even name. He latched onto a nipple and her back arched to him, willing him closer, harder. His teeth gently grazed at the sensitive skin, a shot of arousal going straight between her legs, praying that was where he was going with this. Down further still, past her belly button and the little pudge underneath and into the mound of curls. She knew she should have shaved! He didn't go any further, though. Instead, he traced circles in her leg, tickling the skin and making her wriggle under his touch.
“Just get on with it, for fuck sake!” She moaned, trying to sound threatening, but it came out as more of a whimper.
“How did I know you wouldn't be patient?” He chuckled into her leg and she couldn't help but latch onto his hair and push him towards her cunt.
“I waited far too long to get you into bed with me, so credit where it's-” His finger skimmed the length of her slit and the words died. “-dddyyyyou bastard.” She wheezed.
His laugh was warmer than she'd heard it in a long time. “You don't really mean that.”
“Try me.”
He seemed to take pity on her because his tongue replaced his finger, swirling against her slit, his stubble skimming against her better than she ever could have imagined. Her legs trembled against his touch as her fingers wound themselves into his hair, willing him closer, harder, faster. She was willing to do anything she could, just so that he wouldn't stop. He must have got the hint because he gained fervour, pushing his tongue further into her and his finger flicking against her clit.
Oh fuck, oh, fuck, she was close. Really close. She ground against his mouth, desperate for more. More pressure, more speed, more everything. His finger slipped into her and he pumped against her. Everything was just a mass of fingers, scratching, scrabbling, seeking release.
“Va- Varric I- nnnnng.”
He chuckled against her cunt, the vibrations shaking her entire body to the core. She ground against him, faster still, hoping, wishing, praying for a release that never seemed to come. Well, she was still kind of drunk from last night. Bloody alcohol ruining her fun.
“I'm so... so close.” She growled through gritted teeth.
Varric hummed in agreement and sped up even more, a second finger joining the first, but somehow she just knew she wasn't going to push through that wall. Poor guy would be at it for ages and oh, look; here came the over-sensitivity. For that to happen so early, they must have been rabid last night.
“Let's, ah- stop for a second.” She panted, pushing his head from between her legs. He immediately withdrew, sitting back and watching her struggle to breathe.
Breathe, Hawke. Breathe.
“Well, how was that?” Varric asked, his voice laced with the beginnings of worry.
“Just...” She mumbled, unable to even string more than a word together.
Because Maker, she was still swimming in the clouds. So even though she didn't manage to cum, that was so much better ever could have imagined. Not that she had imagined sleeping with her best friend. Oh, who was she kidding? Of course she had. But they weren't done yet. Oh no, far from it.
“That was... fucking fantastic.” She let out a deep sigh, chest still heaving. “Don't worry, I'll... return the favour in a minute. I just- give me a second to rest.”
“There's no need to rush.” He replied, a wary smile on his face.
She looked at him, properly looked at him; hair tousled, cheeks red, eyes gleaming and felt... something. She was never one for words and this certainly wasn't time to waste on useless words. Hot. Yeah, that was it.
On shaky arms, she hauled herself up and brought her lips to his once again. He tasted of her, tart yet sweet as his tongue slithered past hers. She brought a hand to his cock once more and Varric exhaled against her mouth. Her hand slid slowly up and down the length, a smile tingeing her lips as she thought about having another taste. But no, not right now. It was time for something better.
She tried to shuffle her legs into a better position for fucking him, but oh, look! They were a mess of jelly after that. Bloody typical. Time for a plan B then.
With a hand on his chest, she leaned into his neck and whispered, “If I could ask for a favour?”
“A favour?” He grumbled back against her ear. “I thought you were going to return the favour?”
“Yes, well, that was before I realised that my legs were made of jelly.” She nibbled his neck to punctuate her sentence and earned herself a choked groan. “Could you fuck me?”
“W-well, how could I say no to such a request?”
“What position is best for you?”
He paused for a second, his eyes flickering between the two of them, probably making mental calculations. Fair enough, he'd never been with a human before. That he could remember, anyway.
“Hands and knees?” He suggested. Shame he couldn't have been a little more dominant about it.
But she still eagerly did what he'd asked. Usually she'd try to act cool, maybe even a little uninterested but she'd be lying if she said she didn't want to relent underneath him and just let him pound her into the mattress. So she did.
“Do you have any condoms?” He asked.
She raised an eyebrow. He didn't even have a packet lying about? “Check my jean pocket.”
So Hawke waited impatiently on her hands and knees, arse in the air, feeling more than a little exposed. Lovely. Why didn't he even have spares lying about? Varric was always the poster child of safety and responsibility. Oh no, please don't say the last person he'd had in bed with him was Bianca. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember him mentioning anyone... Shit, she probably was, wasn't she?
His fingers brushed between her legs, up to her lips once again, slow a finger in and that thought evaporated into thin air. The new position let his fingers go deeper and praise the Maker above, it was good.
“Faster.” She pleaded through raspy breaths.
“As you wish.” He replied. She could hear the smug smirk on his face.
He pumped faster and faster, swirling his finger as he did so, going deeper and deeper. And yes, okay, that was-
“Fffffucking hhhhhhhell.”
“Good?” He chuckled.
“What do... you think?”
He ground to a hault and pulled out, the emptiness immediate. The sound of rustling confirmed that yes, the condom was going on. Better safe than sorry, she guessed. She bit down on a groan and let her head fall into the pillow below as his dick pushed against her, but then he paused just shy of entering and let out an exasperated sigh.
“I don't want to ruin the moment, but I just want to make sure that you're sure-”
In one swift move she cut him off, pushing back against him, his dick almost completely engulfed. He moved, slowly and Hawke, tiptoeing the line between pain and pleasure, couldn't help but let out another gasp.
“...fuuuckkk” She uttered, unable to stop her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
He began slowly, almost tentatively, a hand on either side of her hips, plunging in and out as Hawke's fingers curled into pillow. She tried to pound against him, to speed him up, but he held her firmly and kept going at his own steady pace. Her mouth fell open without her even meaning to and needy breaths filled the room with every slow movement.
Eventually, bit by bit he sped up, pounding faster, sweat dripping and eyes rolling, moans met with only the sound of flesh on flesh. Her mouth fell open and a guttural groan emerged as he pounded her into the mattress, deeper and harder with every thrust.
It was a shame she couldn't see his face right now. She was curious, if anything, what he looked like when he was coming undone, but at least she could hear him and every little moan, every heavy breath, every mumbled curse. But all they did was push her closer to the edge and boy, was she close.
Her trembling hand moved to her clit and began rubbing frantically, a surge of lust leaving her breathless, gasping as if there wasn't enough air in the world. Suddenly everything was so overwhelming, the pleasure so intense, the heat unbearable, the pressure so fucking good-
And then she shattered.
No sound escaped from her, but her teeth bared together and her head fell flat into the pillow under her, her face hot enough to set the pillow aflame as her fingers curled into the sheets under her.
“Holy shit.” Varric breathed through a choked groan, his pace faltering.
Her walls clamped around him as he kept pounding, a breathy moan tearing its way out of her, her eyes squeezed shut so firmly she swore she could see stars. His fingers bore into her hips, a sharp pain beginning to take hold, but it was so fucking good she didn't care. At this point, he could rip her leg off and she wouldn't be bothered.
When the euphoria faded a little and she was able to have some grasp on her surroundings, she found his rhythm and pushed back against him as hard as her jelly legs would manage, her body aching from the exertion.
“Oh fuck...” He uttered, so softly that it was almost lost.
And then he came to a shuddering stop. While being came inside was nice, the noises he was making were fucking delicious. Low, choked groans tore through the silence of the room, punctuated only with heavy breaths. Man, just the thought of those noises alone could take her thorough many lonely nights.
And then a thought hit her square in the gut. This wasn't going to be a one-off, was it? Fuck, surely not. How could she be around him and not want to fuck him into oblivion?
A moment later, he slid out and fell to the bed. She hazard a glance, but his hand lay on his face, obscuring the view. Damn, all she wanted was to know what he looked like, all hot and bothered. Never mind. She scooted to the edge of the bed and got ready to head off.
“How was that?” He wheezed.
“That was pretty fucking amazing, if I'm honest.” She smirked, running a hand though her hair, attempting to tame it into submission.
“Yeah?”
She gave him the most satisfied grin she could. “Yeah.”
With a groan, she rose to her feet and stretched, giving Varric one last view before getting changed. Making sure she could keep an eye on his reaction, she bent down to pick up her abandoned clothes. His eyebrows turned up for a second before he looked away and reached for his phone. It was rather nice to be oggled.
He cleared his throat. “You know, there's no rush to leave, if you don't want to.”
“I know, I think I've probably outstayed my welcome.”
“I wouldn't say so.”
“Yeah, but I just want to go home and have a shower. Plus the twins will be wondering if I'm still alive.” Carver would probably cry if he thought her dead. He'd certainly deserve it.
“Fair enough.” He sighed.
Well, this was probably the best time to ask about repeat performances, wasn't it? She paused to find the best words for the job. She didn't want to seem too eager, after all.
“You know, I really wouldn't mind that happening again. You know, if you were umm, up for it.”
He nodded slowly, a hand sliding to the back of his neck. “Yeah well, you know you're always welcome here.” His eyes flickered to her, but then quickly away again. “And this definitely isn't going to change anything?”
She hadn't even realised it was a question for a good few seconds. “Oh yeah, of course not.” She shot him a toothy grin before putting her top back on, still without a bra to her name.
“So what do we do about the others?”
“What about them?” Was he implying a three-some? She struggled to keep a smirk from her lips.
“Are they going to know about this or...?”
Oh, right. That hadn't even occurred to her. Should they? But then they'd be the victims of Isabela's torment. And then there was the embarrassment of everyone knowing and that could make things complicated-
“We don't have to if you don't want to.” He blurted, as if regret was already settling in.
“Could we keep it quiet? If that's okay with you.”
He shrugged. “That suits me just fine.”
With her belt on, she finally everything that she could find gathered together, she figured it was best not to delay the inevitable.
“I'll see you around.”
He jolted to a stop, his finger stuck hovering over a key, dumbstruck for a long moment. “...Don't um, forget about Wicked Grace night.”
“Varric, you wound me! When have I ever forgot about Wicked Grace night?”
A shaky chuckle broke free, “That's a fair point. Shall I eh... see you to the door?”
“No need. It's not like it's my first time here.” She threw him a final grin, swishing her hair as she went, “See you around!”
And she left, unwilling to notice the strange feeling that settled in her chest.