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Dear Maker I Hope You're Listening.
The Chantry was quiet this evening, the only sound which filled the room was soft mummers of prayers coming out from her mothers mouth, her eyes closed and fingers tangled in with one another. Marian's knees pressed against the red carpet that wrapped around the Chantry floors, creating a barrier from her skin and the hard wooden floor. She could already feel her blood rising to her kneecaps from irritation from the itchy fabric. The skirt of her grown rested around the ground, the blue material swaying around her like water.
Her head turned away from her mother, instead turning to the graceful statue of Andraste. The light gray stone looked smooth to the touch, Marian's finger quivered slightly as she thought about how the stone would feel against her fingertips. A golden glow came from a window, a sun-ray grazing the statue of Andraste, making her look as godly and beautiful as Marian heard the priests say. Her irises twitched as her eyes searched the face of the prophetess, the arch of her nose, the plumpness of her lips, the crown that rested against her forehead. Marian always felt as if the statue was staring down at her, belittling every little thing she did, she always felt as if the woman who the statue was created of always knew her true thoughts, the thoughts that would never leave Marian's bitten and chapped lips. She always felt like a bird in a cage when she was in the chantry, eyes on her constantly, one mistake could cost everything. No one could know.
Marian shook her head, a strand of hair falling from behind her ear, now resting against her cheekbone. Her eyes turned to the floor before she rested her hands on her lap, her palm and fingers pressed against the cotton of her skirt. She sighed, her eyes fluttered shut as she felt her lungs inflate before finally releasing and breathing out, her shoulders and lungs deflating. She felt her eyelashes brush against her clear cheeks and her lips parting, the dry skin clinging together.
Her head turned down as she started reciting her prayers, Bethany was always different when she was alive, just like mother, she would always mutter her prayers out loud, they would both state it was to allow The Maker to hear them clearer. She wonders what Carver does, does he still pray even know he is no longer by her side. Her heart ached as she thought about the shock in his eyes when he realized the only way to survive was to be a warden, the way Shroud had an arm wrapped around Carver, taking him to his fate of eternal fighting and shortened time due to the calling, slowly creeping up on him with each passing day.
Thinking about her family, the never-ending amount of bloodshed that ran through the Hawke bloodline like a waterfall, all of them drowning within it. Always caused her to ache, the memory of hearing Bethany's bones crack and her limp body colliding with the dirty ground of Lothering, her mothers quivering hands and voice, begging her daughter to stay. Finally, the look of rage and betrayal she gave Marian, blaming her for Bethany's death. She never did let that go, it was and would always be Marian's fault. She would never be as perfect as Bethany. The girl whose shoulder length hair was always so well kept, her brown eyes that would turn almost amber in the sun, her soft features. She was a hopeless romantic, she wanted to find a man she could have children with, get married, all the stuff The Maker says is pure. The height of femininity, that's what Bethany was. Then you had Marian, whose short hair was usually crazy after a battle, Marian who would drool in her sleep, snort when she laughed, would get drunk till she was vomiting in a random bucket containing Maker God knows what. Marian. Who was never pure or beautiful by the standard of men in the chantry, she was never shown off in parties. Her body wasn't covered by freckles and mole, but scars and grime, her language wasn't soft spoken words or long words that sounded like they should be a spell, but swears, shouts, and dirty jokes. Her desire wasn't finding a husband, having children or freedom, but for a woman, a woman she could never have, her dearest Isabela. Loving women was not pure, yearning for her cheek to be resting on the inside of another woman's thigh, the want for breasts to press against each-other, hearts beating against each others chest was not pure. Marian would never be pure. She would never be perfect as her beautiful sister, who was gone.
Marian never prays, she has never thanks someone she does not believe in, she does not than someone when she did all the work for it. Not The Maker, not Andraste. But she has begged. She begged for her sister to come back, she begged for Carver to not look at her with anger, and she begged to not desire Isabela as much as she did. It was no longer the desire of sleeping with her, but the desire to make love, the desire to run her hands down her body and tell her how beautiful she is, the desire of soft kisses and fingers intertwined. Something Isabela never wanted.
So she begged once again.
Marian prayed The Maker or Andraste or whoever was there to prevent herself from the crave of Isabela.
Her fingers clutched her skirt, the memory of the way hands hurried to take off clothes, fingers sliding under to grip any sort of flesh they could master. Isabela's warm, tanned skin under her calloused palms overlapped her prayers.
Concentrate.
Her eyebrows furrowed, the memory of soft whimpers, sharp intakes of breath and hands over mouth as Isabela touched her, she felt her everywhere, she was everywhere.
You.
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, the memory of sweaty bodies pressed against each other, the sound of panting filled the sex scented room. The room stunk of greed and pure sin. Isabela's cheek rested against Marian's breasts, her hand rested against the other woman's brown locks.
Damn.
Her eyes squeezed shut, the memory of Isabela quickly getting up, putting her clothes back on swiftly, then without a word, she had left. Without a wave, without a look. Each step she took closer to the door, the deeper the knife in-bedded itself into her thumping heart.
Sinner
A tear slipped through.
"Marian? Are you alright?" Leandre spoke, her brows furrowed in worry, a hand reaching out, but still so far. Marian sniffed, her sleeve quickly swiped her cheek, gathering the tear and letting the sleeve soak it in. "Fine, mother. I may go back to the estate though, I'm feeling quite tired" Marian said as she stood up quickly, her brain went dizzy for a moment. Before hearing what her mother has to say, Marian walked away. Soft click of the heels of her boots hitting the carpet echoed around the grand chantry.
The air of Kirkwall hit her as soon as she left the Chantry, the cold air nipping her nose and ears, she could already feel the blood rising to her cheeks. Her hands still grip onto her skirt, having not let go from what happened in the chantry. Marian's mind raced, no matter how hard she begged or tried to push her feeling away, she failed. "Fuck." She sighed as she shook her head, her voice cracking. Whither it be from the nippy air or her emotions, Marian felt tears rising, her eye sight becoming blurry "No. No!" She shouted, he frustration getting the best of her, her hands grip her hair, her knuckle turning white. Her knees buckled along along with the cold tears running down her cheeks. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed at the stop of the stairs of the chantry entrance. A hand went over her heart, gripping onto the fabric as if she was gripping her heart. Trying to crush it just like Isabela does when her scent leaves the room, when her clothes are picked off the floor, when her fingers are not caressing each point of Marian's body.
She couldn't do this.
She couldn't.
She had to see her.
Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the glow of the moonlight above her. The streets of Hightown were eerily quiet. The sound of arguments between merchants and customers, soldiers shouting at criminals, had been replaced with hushed whispers of the workers of The Blooming Rose and drunks walking along the street, stumbling and vomiting in dark alleys.
Marian sniffed, wiping the tears with her sleeve, her breath shaky as she took a deep breath. Her palms touched the stone ground, pushing herself up before she wiped her dress, her mother would kill her if she knew her daughter was walking around with dirt and muck was o her dress, a reminder she has to be perfect for her mother. It wasn't a choice.
One leg moved in front of the other, soft clicks as she ran down the concrete steps, the wind dancing around the trees, moving the leaves in the night, causing a soft crackle as they brush each other. Marian panted as she sprinted, running past those who she nearly bumped into, not caring anymore. Going through alleyways she usually ignored, but she didn't care, cause it was the fastest way to get to Isabela.
Her stomach felt weak when she stormed through the door of The Hanged Man, drunkards looking at her as if she was insane, wondering why she came in looking so desperate. "Hawke? You alright?" The Bartender asked, his eyebrow furrow in a question. "Yes" She gulped "Is Isabela here?" She asked, breathless "You just missed her, she went upstairs to her room" he said. Marian replied with a nod, walking past the busy tables, ignoring the looks she was receiving.
Marian could feel her hands shaking as her fingers fidgeting with each-other, her nails picking at her cuticles. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes before she knocked the door. She could hear Isabela's boots hitting the floor as she walked, getting closer and closer to the door. The door creaked when opened, revealing the reason to her smeared makeup and puffy eyes. "Hawke? You look like a lost Mabari" Isabela said, her voice smooth as honey, her amber eyes etched in worry. "Can I come in?" Marian asked, her eyes slightly pleading, she couldn't imagine what she looked like right now, and to be frank, she didn't care.
Isabela nodded before moving to the side, giving space for Marian to come in which she did immediately. Her eyes looked around the room as she heard the door close behind her, its not like she hasn't seen it before, but the thought of looking at Isabela right now is sending a chill up her spine. "Whats up?" Isabela said, breaking the silence. When Marian turned, she saw Isabela standing, a hand on her hip, leaning to the side. Marian's nails dig into her palms, forming crescent marks, her eyes search Isabela before turning to the floor, looking away.
"I cant do this Isabela." She mumbled, avoiding all sort of eye contact with Isabela. "What do you mean?" Isabela spoke, confusion lacing her voice. "Everything Isabela." Her voice cracked "The sleeping with each other, acting like its nothing!" Marian cried, finally turning back to Isabela to find her stunned, her eyes that she loved to stare at wide and full of shock. "I just cant do it" She said, her voice barely above a whisper. Marian's voice was full of emotional, in her eyes, she sounded pathetic, whining to Isabela. When Isabela didn't reply, Marian stood and stared, Isabela doing the same. Marian's eyes shifted as her face turned to disappointment, her eyes turning away before shaking her head. "This was stupid." She said to herself, walking over to the door.
"Why?" Isabela said, Marian turned her head to face her, her brow furrowed in confusion, "Why cant you do it. Why cant we sleep together Marian." Her face was hidden from any emotion "Tell me Marian" Isabela said, her eyes staring into hers. The room was silent, they could hear the muffled laughter from downstairs, and their breathing.
"Because I love you and its killing me" Marian spoke, her voice cracking and her eyes begin to twinkle with unshed tears. Marian walked back into the door, deciding to stay to hear what Isabela says, a shout to get out, a cry of disgust, a gag of disappointment, whatever it was, to Marian, anything Isabela said was graced by Andraste herself. Her back faced Isabela, not minding if she decides to stab it with one of her daggers, as long as she could feel Isabela's touch before her last breath.
Instead of feeling the sharp pain of a dagger hitting he insides, the soft press of a hand wraps Marian's arm. "I warned you to not get feelings." Isabela said smoothly, it was soft in a way Marian's lip started to wobble, her eyes closing as a tear shed, she nodded, her throat was too tight to say anything. She could feel Isabela walk around her, her hand still on Marian's arm. She could feel Isabela looking at her, she could feel her eyes searching Marian's face.
"Maybe its killing me as well, Marian."
Marian's eyes dashed to Isabela's who was already looking, her amber eyes are tender, she has never seen Isabela look so vulnerable as she did now. "What?" Marian whispers, her eyes wide in shock and her lips parted. "I would be a hypocrite if I said you shouldn't of caught feelings Marian" She smiled slightly, Marian stuttered, still shocked, her bright eyes searching the rogues to find any sort of deception. None could be found, just pure honesty.
"Can I show you?" Isabela whispered, leaning closer to Marian's face. "Can I show you how much its killing me".
Her hand runs up Marian's arm till she met her jaw, her fingers dancing and tracing the sharpness of it. The hair on the back of Marian's neck stood tall, goosebumps appeared on her skin and her pupils dilated. "Please, Isabela" Marian begged, her hand going to Isabela's wrist, holding it as she leaned into her touch.Isabela's eyes flickered from Marian's to her lips before leaning in, a small smirk as she purposely did it slow, loving the way she could feel Marian's fingers tighten on her wrist, her face becoming ore desperate for Isabela's touch.
When their lips met, a spark lit between them. They had kissed numerous times when they had fucked, but this was different, this meant something, she could feel the way Isabela put every bit of passion she held in her body into this one kiss, the way the hands on her jaw tightened so Marian couldn't pull back. Marian used her free hand to put her hand on Isabela's nape, some fingers wrapping around her brown locks, deepening the kiss. Isabela's hand went to the other woman's waist,grabbing the belt and bring Marian's hips to meet hers. Marian gasped allowing the rogue to slip her tongue into the mages mouth. She whimpered as she felt Isabela's tongue collide with hers, they press and dance against each other. Marian tightened her hand that rested on Isabela's nape, slightly pulling on the woman's hair.
Isabela pulled back from the kiss slightly, a string of their saliva keeping them together. She leaned in again, pecking Marian's lips, then moving to the corner of her mouth, her cheek, jaw and neck. Marian leaned her head back allowing the woman to have more room to kiss and suck every inch, which Isabela clearly agreed with. When she saw her chance she took it immediately, her lips softly met with the skin of Marian's neck, she took her time, letting Marian know how passionate she was with every kiss. Marian could already feel the soft purple bruises forming around her neck with each suck Isabela did.
Marian's hands moved and placed them on Isabela's torso, her right on her waist and her left traveling from Isabela's wrist to her collarbone, her fingers trailing against the skin that rested on the bone. Deciding to be brace, her palm slid down to her breast, she felt Isabela smirk against her neck. The tip of Marian's fingers lingered on the linen fabric of her shirt,wrapping around the strings that slightly covered her cleavage, pulling on them and causing them to unwrap and dangle from Isabela's top.
Isabela pulled back, her eyes gazing the bruises she left on the mages neck before her eyes turn to Marian's. Her eyes filled with mischief, her tanned hands went over Marian's, pulling them as she slid them to the hem of her shirt. Marian took it as a sign and pulled the top over Isabela's head, revealing her tan skin and bare body that was hiding underneath. Her eyes lurked, gazing at the woman's body, not in lust, not looking at her as if she was one of the woman in The Blooming Rose. She was looking at her with love, like she was the only woman in the world. She had seen it all before, but this was different, this was hers. Her pale hands grabbed her waist before she looked back up at Isabela, her eyes twitched as they searched her face.
She knelt, she knelt in front of Isabela as if she was a goddess, her eyes lever leaving the rogues. Her knees met with he wooden flooring of Isabela's room, her hands running down her waist, her hips, running down then back up the silkiness of her thighs, going past the lace underwear she was wearing. It was now her turn to leave the marks. Looking down at her hands twitching against Isabela's thighs, she leaned in, her lips met the soft skin, careful, slow, kisses were pressed against them, her hand wrapping the back of the other thigh that was waiting for its turn, placing it over her shoulder. Isabela leaned against the wall behind her, her hand meeting Marian's hair, running her fingers through the short locks.
Marian turned her head, her nose grazing the inside of Isabela's thigh, leaning in and allowing herself to be smothered with it, her lips places itself on the piece of flesh, sucking it in and swirling her tongue around it, her thighs tightened and her ears picked up the sound of Isabela gasping. Her teeth gently bit at flesh as she went on, leaving marks but not enough for them to bleed. Each each bite, suck or kiss, Marian got closer to her clothed covered core, her hand tightened around her thighs, looking up at Isabela and seeing the woman with a soft blush on her face, lips parted but swollen from their earlier actions. Her hands ran up to Isabela's underwear, slowly but surely pulling them down, enjoying the way goosebumps appeared on her skin, the panties sliding down the small bumps that were caused by Marian's actions.
Her mouth watered seeing the sight in front of her, she had never seen something so beautiful, Marian gazed Isabela with awe, her eyes searching as if she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She was, she truly was. She was brought out of her daydreaming when she felt a tug on the back of her head, Marian chuckled when she got was Isabela wanted, she was desperate. Marian pressed small, delicate kissed on Isabela's folds, hearing the way Isabela's breath hitched made her determined, the small pressure of her fingers wrapped in Marian's hair, which tightened when Marian's tongue darted out, a gentle lick between her folds, spreading them, revealing the perfection inside.
Marian lightly pressed her lips against the rogues clit, hearing the soft moan that came out of Isabela's parted lips, her head going back, hitting the wall. Marian's tongue directed itself to Isabela's clit, moving in a figure of eight, her eyes fluttered shut in her own pleasure, her hands moving to her ass and pressing her closer to her face, her nose pressed against her pubic, her eyebrows furrowing in determination, all she wanted was to make Isabela feel good, not like the men who only cared about their pleasure, she wanted Isabela to feel something she has never felt before. Isabela's free hand came down to Marian's shoulder, in which Marian moved her own hand to rest on top of it, she smiled when she heard Isabela's moans of pleasure, clearly enjoying the wat Marian's tongue wrapped around her.
Marian allowed her tongue to trail down to Isabela's entrance and inserting her tongue inside, her wetness seeping on her tongue, coating her taste buds. She moaned along with Isabela, finding pleasure in the woman's unique taste, sending vibrations causing Isabela's thighs to shake, she felt Marian everywhere and it was overwhelming, her fingernails digging into Marian's shoulder, definitely leaving marks that would be noticed later. Isabela was close, but not close enough to reach her peak, Marian pulled her tongue out of the woman's entrance, placing it back onto her clit, giving her hand a squeeze before she pulled it away, then sliding it to Isabela's entrance, letting it slip through her wetness, and feeling her insides squeeze her finger. "Fuck Marian" Isabela whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed, feeling her eyes roll to the back of her head. Isabela hearing Isabela say her name like it was a prayer caused herself to moan, she could already feel her wetness soaking her pants. She could feel Isabela's insides contracting as she moved, fluttering around her fingers delicately.
Her tongue tasted around her clit, her hands gripping on to the fat of her thighs, feeling the way the muscles move under her touch. Isabela bit her lip, hard enough to be sure it would split and lather her chin with blood. She felt the band in her lower stomach as she came. Her toes curled inside her boots when she felt Marian add another finger, her spine curling as her back arched, her thighs contracted around Marian's face, holding her there and not allowing her to leave as she rode out her orgasm.
Isabela felt her body deflate as her orgasm ended, her grip loosening from Marian's hair, her chest rising with each pant she took, her eyes turning down to Marian. Her faced flushed, her eyes glassed over and her cheek pressed against Isabela's thigh. "Was that good?" She whispered, basically begging to be praised by the rogue to which Isabela replied with rolling her eyes, before moving a hand to her cheek. "What do you think?" She said with a smirk "Come here" Isabela watched as Marian stood up, her legs shaking with desire and need for the other woman, she swear she would of came if Isabela lasted a little longer. Isabela held Marian's jaw as she brought her lips to her own, Marian whimpering quietly in desperation "Little Hawke is desperate isn't she" Isabela teased against her lips, Marian nodded quickly, not being able to say anything, knowing if she opened her mouth a word wouldn't come out.
Isabela put a hand on Marian's shoulder, moving her so her back faces her. Her fingers grazing her nape before meeting the zipper, slowly pulling it down. Marian felt the cold draft of Isabela's room meet her back, coating her skin, running down her spinal chord to her tailbone. Isabela's fingers pushed the sleeves of the dress down, allowing it to finally fall and hit the floor revealing the breast-band wrapped tightly around her chest and her panties.
Isabela's eyes trailed down Marian's back, scanning the symmetrical bumps that ran down her back caused from the bone that ran down it. Her fingers connected with Marian's, her lips connected with the skin that was between her neck and shoulder, slowly rising and pressing a kiss to the other woman's ear. Her fingers ran up Marian's arm, the hair rising and chasing her touch. Marian felt her body leaning back to Isabela, wanting to be closer to her. She could feel the soft skin of Isabela's breast press against her back, her head next to Marian's, she could hear each deep breath Isabela took.
The rogues hands met Marian's flushed shoulders, a soft pink blended over the faint freckles, her hand guided itself to Marian's jaw, pulling her to face her own, her gaze watching Marian's pleading eyes before turning to her parted lips. Isabela smirked before letting her lips meet the mages, her tongue inserting its way into her mouth. Marian whimpered when her tongue met Isabela's, tasting her unique flavor, she wanted more, she was desperate, Marian's body turned to face Isabela, yearning to make the kiss deeper, be close to her in a way no one has ever been before, she wanted Isabela to be the blood running through her veins and to be under her skin, but still, it wouldn't be close enough. In that moment, both women fought for dominance, but they knew who would win either way. Isabella always got what she wanted, and Marian would make sure that gift would be given. Marian walked backwards when she felt Isabela pushing closer, guiding her, she placed a hand on Isabela's back so she would stay on her lips.
The back of Marian's leg met the mattress of Isabela's bed, the hand on her shoulder pushing her back. She gasped as her back met the bed, her body bounced slightly from the springs. Isabela looked down at her with desire infused in her eyes, getting closer before crawling on the bed to Marian, putting one leg over Marian and sitting on her, Marian moved her hips slightly when she felt Isabela's wetness pressing against her. She was so warm, she could feel the sheer sweat coating her body, the blood rising to her cheeks. Marian gulped when Isabela eyes gazed at her body, she ran her hand up from her waist before a finger grazed Marian's nipple. Marian's back arched slightly, her arm leaving the rogues thigh before it went over her eyes. "Sensitive, aren't we?" She heard Isabela say. Marian felt a warm hand wrap wrap around her wrist, pulling it away from her face and placing it over her head. "Keep watching me. I'm going to make you feel good, so be a good girl for me. Yeah?" The rogue spoke, her voice laced with need. Marian nodded rapidly causing Isabela to smirk. She leaned down before kissing Marian's lips, a long kiss filled with promise before she pressed her lips to Marian's jaw, then her neck. She created a path of kisses down Marian. Pausing when she got to her breasts and capturing a nipple in her mouth, her tongue wrapping around the nub.
Marian's back curved, pushing her breast further in the other woman's mouth. Isabela's gentle lip rested itself on Marian's areola, kissing it as she sucked on her nipple. Marian's hand rose, landing of Isabela's hair and lacing her fingers with strands of brown, her eyes closed as her head fell back against the mattress . "Fuck" Marian moaned quietly, her head tilted to the side, looking down as she watched as Isabela at her work, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as a finger pinched the neglected nipple, causing Marian to gasp, her hand gripped onto the duvet that lied against the bed.
Isabella did a harsh suck before pulling away, her lips swollen and blushed over. She didn't get far before she crawled backwards, letting herself lie between the mages long legs. Her hand went under Marian's leg, pulling it over her shoulder before she faced it, her lips pecked the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, traveling up and leaving a path of kisses until she met her lips. Isabela kissed around Marian's entrance before her tongue exited her lips, running itself between Marian's slit. The hand that matted itself in Isabela's hair tightened. "Ah!" Marian moaned, her head snapped back, her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Isabela's tongue wrapped itself around her clit, before putting her lips around the bundle of nerve and sucking gently. The thighs that wrapped around Isabela's head as tightened, pressing against her ears and allowing herself to hear her own rapid heartbeat.
Marian pushed herself up slightly, holding her body weight with her elbows, her hair a mess and already coated in sweat. The blood swatch that was usually on her nose was gone, her eye makeup smudged, but Isabela's favorite part was the way her eyes were half lidded, the way her lips were parted as she tried to take as much air as she could in her system. Marian looked down as Isabela through her eyelashes, her lips moved but no words came out. Her brain mushed and only full of Isabela and pleasure she was causing.
She was pathetic and Isabela loved that.
Isabela unwrapped a hand from Marian's thigh, spreading her lips before sliding her finger inside of Marian, her walls clamped around the finger immediately, the moan that came out of Marian was nearing pornographic, something you would hear from the woman in The Blooming Rose that you were sure they were fake, it couldn't feel that good. Right? The times Marian has slept with a man has been full of loud groans as Marian just sat back, staring at the ceiling. This was different. Isabella was different. Men didn't make Marian claw at their scalp as they ate her out, men didn't make her grip and scratch at any surface she could reach. But Isabela did. Isabella is making her brain go to mush, her thighs quiver and eyes to roll to the back of her head. In that moment, Marian realized, it was worth the sin. The feeling Isabela is giving her was worth every lecture her mother gave her about not having children, it was worth the looks of disgust she would receive in the chantry.
"Look at me, sweetheart" At first Marian thought the voice was from the Maker, but when she opened her eyes, Isabela was over her, her fingers still thrusting inside, brushing against the stop that made her eyes roll to the back of her head. Marian's eyes looked at Isabela, her eyes searched for her face. trying to adjust from the blurriness. In that moment, Marian realized the wetness that was falling down the sides of her face, the tightness of her throat.
She was crying.
"Feels that good, huh?" Isabela teased, he eyes sparkled as she watched as a tear fell down Marian's cheekbone. Marian tried to speak, but couldn't. Her head nodded lazily, her brain was complete mush. Isabela leaned close to Marian's ear, her thrusts getting deeper, her fingers pressing against her G spot. Her teeth gently clamped on the lobe of her ear, causing Marian to whimper before Isabela released it slowly. "Show me how good it feels Marian, cum for me" She whispered. That did it. Marian felt her whole body go ridged as she came around Isabela's finger. The sound of loud moans and Isabela's praise filled the room. Hells, Varric could probably hear it from down the hall, even the people who were in the bar downstairs. Marian's legs twitched as her body fell to the bed, her eyes closed as she panted, her brain still trying to process the pleasure she just went through. When her eyes fluttered open, she saw Isabela cleaned her fingers that were laced with Marian's wetness, her tongue running up her fingers before her lips wrapped around it. Marian had to look away, her face flushed.
"Stay here for me" Isabela spoke before standing up and walking over to the other side of the room, grabbing a towel before walking back, Her knees pressed against the floor as she opened Marian's numb legs. Marian whimpered from overstimulation as the towel gently cleaned the mess she created. "I know baby, just hold on, stay awake for me" Isabela whispered, being as gentle as she could with Marian's body. She threw the towel on the other side of the room before getting on the bed. She lifted Marian's head and putting a pillow under it then putting the sheet over their bodies.
Marian moved her head to rest on Isabela's warm chest. Isabela smiled softly before fixing the mages hair, brushing the hair that stuck to her forehead back. "You're worth the sin, Isabela" Marian whispered. Isabela's eyebrows furrowed in question "What do you mean?" She asked.
Marian turned her head to face Isabela's confused face "I never told you how much I love you because I was scared, scared of not being perfect for mother, she always wanted the life of having a husband and children, and I tried, I tried to push away my feelings for women, but you are worth it, worth the disappointment from my mother, worth the weird looks. I don't want to hide anymore" She whispered, as she stared at Isabela lazily.
Isabela's confused face softened, her hand caressing Marian's cheek before pulling her up for a kiss, the kiss was soft, gentle. Full of promise and love.
"Me too Marian, Me too" She whispered.