[Hawke chuckles softly, letting his fingers explore her curves along her sides. Ah, tension like this was always fun to the mage. Who would strike first?]
[She wanted to shift into his hands like a pampered cat but she wouldn't. No, she knew this game, too. She enjoyed it and used to be good at it, back in her clan.
Smirking, she let a hand drift down his chest, deft fingers 'accidentally' sliding over his nipple.]
[But a soft groan escapes him once that finger ghosts over the sensitive flesh, and he smirks at her in response. He moves a hand to tug along the hem of her leather bodice before letting his hands slip to her back and tug at the lacings.]
[This time, it was her nails that dragged along his skin, dipping low enough to barely skirt under the waist of his leathers. If she's concerned about him trying to remover her top, she certainly isn't showing it.]
[The champion couldn't help but genuinely laugh at the remark, and he would take the bait. She was good. Too good.]
With age comes experience, dear Inquisitor.
[And he effortlessly unlaces the back of her bodice, fingers warmed by magic touching along her now bare spine before pulling it off of her to reveal more of that lovely, exposed skin.]
[The feel of magic along her back made her hiss softly, arching against the touch as her smile shifted into something faintly wicked. The earlier battle had made her bold, as did most. Nothing like a good fight to heat the blood and make one want to prove just how alive they were.
There was no shame in her when he bared her skin to him. Indeed, nothing blocked his view of her torso now, not even a breast band to bind her. She wasn't overly endowed but she knew she was in good shape thanks to her work with the Inquisition and her nature as Dalish. Bruises dotted her skin here and there, and there were many scars that marred her skin, but even those she showed pride in. They told of her survival.]
[There was something about waiting that had the appeal of drawing things out and making it incredible, but Hawke's own patience was drawing thin. Seeing her exposed like this made him want more and it was becoming rather difficult to want to tease.
He smirks, the warmer fingers moving to run down the front of her torso, lightly ghosting over sensitive nipples and they lingered there for a moment.]
[Her laugh was soft and dark as her nipples peaked under his fingers. There was nothing quite like bedding a fellow mage and it'd been quite some time for her since she'd done just that.
By now, her own deft fingers had undone his pants and dared to dip inside, barely skimming along the base of his cock before she called a spark to her fingers. It wasn't anything dangerous, but it was a sure sign of just how impatient she was.]
You tell me patience when I know you're not a patient soul. Varric's told me stories, you see.
[Oh, she was feeling bold. That jolt to his cock sent a rush through him, and he was more than ready to see what other tricks she had up her sleeve. He held back a groan, biting on his own lower lip to muffle it, but an obvious smirk remained on his lips. ]
Ahh... What sort of stories did he tell you then..?
[He wanted to draw this out just a bit more. He kept one hand cupping a breast, fingers toying with a nipple still while his other hand moved lower, grabbing her ass firmly.]
[The sight of him biting at his lip sent a thrill through her, making her throb between her legs. If she wasn't so intent on playing out this little game, she would've pushed him down to the bed by now, but in truth, she was having fun.
This time, though, it was her turn to fight back a sound when his hand clamped onto her ass and before she could think, her hips slowly, pointedly rolled against his even as she leaned in, her breasts pressed against his bare chest while her lips teased at his ear.]
[This game was far too fun, and he was very obviously enjoying himself. A shudder escapes him as he feels those slender hips roll against him, and as if his arousal wasn't obvious enough, the friction causes him to stumble and accidentally let out a noise.]
Damn...
[Blunt finger nails scratched lightly at the taut skin, that heat coming back to run over the light pink marks.]
You certainly know how to bring an old man to his knees, hm?
Chuckling, she pulled back a bit, shivering at the feel of blunt nails along her skin even as she reached down to dip her hand even deeper into his leathers.]
Oh, this isn't what it looks like when someone's on their knees, or haven't you seen that before?
[She finally leaned in and let her lips brush his before she pulled away only to climb off of his lap. Most Dalish were graceful by nature and she was certainly no different as she caught his gaze and slowly dropped to her knees between his spread legs.
She kept her eyes locked on his face as her hands moved to unlace his breeches, slowly tugging the laces free as teasingly as she could.]
[That lingering felt amazing, and he wanted to feel more. The foreplay had gone on long enough now, but- oh. Seeing the Inquisitor on her knees like that, toying with the laces of his breeches like that...
It made his cock ache and he nervously chewed on his lower lip.]
A-Ahh.. I would hope not. That would be a waste now, wouldn't it?
[Finally, she let her gaze drop down to his belly, her lips curled in a very smug smile. Chuckling softly, she leaned closer, her lips warm against his belly before they dropped down to where his breeches were parted.]
[She could've teased him, but they'd both had a long few days. It wouldn't be nice and even the fearsome Inquisitor could be nice when she wanted to be and oh, how she wanted.
Grinning, she nipped lower, her deft hands gentle as she carefully pulled his breeches low enough that the head of his cock was open to the cool air in the room. She only took a moment to look him over before she leaned in to lick a teasing swirl around the head.]
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[Hawke chuckles softly, letting his fingers explore her curves along her sides. Ah, tension like this was always fun to the mage. Who would strike first?]
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[She wanted to shift into his hands like a pampered cat but she wouldn't. No, she knew this game, too. She enjoyed it and used to be good at it, back in her clan.
Smirking, she let a hand drift down his chest, deft fingers 'accidentally' sliding over his nipple.]
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[But a soft groan escapes him once that finger ghosts over the sensitive flesh, and he smirks at her in response. He moves a hand to tug along the hem of her leather bodice before letting his hands slip to her back and tug at the lacings.]
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Age before beauty, oh Champion.
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[The champion couldn't help but genuinely laugh at the remark, and he would take the bait. She was good. Too good.]
With age comes experience, dear Inquisitor.
[And he effortlessly unlaces the back of her bodice, fingers warmed by magic touching along her now bare spine before pulling it off of her to reveal more of that lovely, exposed skin.]
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There was no shame in her when he bared her skin to him. Indeed, nothing blocked his view of her torso now, not even a breast band to bind her. She wasn't overly endowed but she knew she was in good shape thanks to her work with the Inquisition and her nature as Dalish. Bruises dotted her skin here and there, and there were many scars that marred her skin, but even those she showed pride in. They told of her survival.]
Oh, I can't wait. Show me.
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He smirks, the warmer fingers moving to run down the front of her torso, lightly ghosting over sensitive nipples and they lingered there for a moment.]
Mm, patience.
[What a hypocrite.]
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By now, her own deft fingers had undone his pants and dared to dip inside, barely skimming along the base of his cock before she called a spark to her fingers. It wasn't anything dangerous, but it was a sure sign of just how impatient she was.]
You tell me patience when I know you're not a patient soul. Varric's told me stories, you see.
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Ahh... What sort of stories did he tell you then..?
[He wanted to draw this out just a bit more. He kept one hand cupping a breast, fingers toying with a nipple still while his other hand moved lower, grabbing her ass firmly.]
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This time, though, it was her turn to fight back a sound when his hand clamped onto her ass and before she could think, her hips slowly, pointedly rolled against his even as she leaned in, her breasts pressed against his bare chest while her lips teased at his ear.]
They're not fit for polite company.
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Damn...
[Blunt finger nails scratched lightly at the taut skin, that heat coming back to run over the light pink marks.]
You certainly know how to bring an old man to his knees, hm?
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Chuckling, she pulled back a bit, shivering at the feel of blunt nails along her skin even as she reached down to dip her hand even deeper into his leathers.]
Oh, this isn't what it looks like when someone's on their knees, or haven't you seen that before?
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I may be familiar with the sight, but it has been awhile...
[His eyes flickered towards her with a gleam, and a matching smirk]
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She kept her eyes locked on his face as her hands moved to unlace his breeches, slowly tugging the laces free as teasingly as she could.]
Has it? Think it'll be too much for you?
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It made his cock ache and he nervously chewed on his lower lip.]
A-Ahh.. I would hope not. That would be a waste now, wouldn't it?
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Do you want me to stop, then?
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Not at all. Please, continue.
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Grinning, she nipped lower, her deft hands gentle as she carefully pulled his breeches low enough that the head of his cock was open to the cool air in the room. She only took a moment to look him over before she leaned in to lick a teasing swirl around the head.]