[Elareth had never been a careful person. Not as a child, and certainly not now. One couldn't exactly be a cautious soul and be the Inquisitor so there was almost no hesitation as she stared back, her own eyes dark as night as she watched him. Without thinking, she absently licked at her lips before smiling at him.]
Varric warned me about you, you know. He said you have a silver tongue and a quick wit. So far, I see he's right.
[Prickles followed in the wake of his touch, leaving her fingers twitching. She didn't move them away, though. Not when his touch made her heart beat a tiny bit faster. Maybe it was that they were fresh from a battle, which heated up the blood or that she'd been held up and away from even her companions as of late. If anyone knew that need for distance, it would be the fabled Champion of Kirkwall. Someone else with a heavy title and weary shoulders.]
[This time, her smile was something wistful and vaguely shy as she absently tipped her head against his hand.]
The Inquisition doesn't run on what the Inquisitor wants. If I'm being honest... I don't know. I haven't been able to do something solely because I want to for a long time.
[The champion smiles back at her, pressing his lips boldly against the back of her hand. He smiles against her soft skin briefly before pulling away, tilting his head to the side curiously.]
Well, I think the Inquisitor can have an evening where she decides what happens for once.
[The mage can't help but chuckle in response. Well, if that's what the Inquisitor truly desired, he could possibly persuade her to tell him- But first he needed to coax her. Suddenly, he grabs hold of her hips and places her ontop of him in his lap, causing her to straddle him on the bed.]
Perhaps we just have to see where things take us then.
[He leans in close, lips close to hers while he rested his hands on her hips lightly]
[The motion was clearly unexpected, leaving her gasping softly as she was moved so deftly. Her hands moved on their own, settling on his shoulders and for a moment, she realized they were broader that she'd thought...
Cheeks flushed a bit, she found it hard to look into that dark gaze, but looking down wasn't an option when that would mean looking at his lips.
Oh, he wasn't making this easy, was he?]
I've always liked to think on my feet. It's a talent of mine.
[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.]
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Varric warned me about you, you know. He said you have a silver tongue and a quick wit. So far, I see he's right.
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[There was a slight gleam in his eye though. Varric did know him best, and did know he wasn't exactly the most subtle when it came to flirting.]
Ah, is it working then?
[Hawke chuckled, thumb still idly tracing a pattern lightly across her smooth skin.]
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That count on what you're wanting from me.
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[The mage smiles at her and his other hand moves to brush some of that dark hair behind her ear.]
What I want, however, is a completely different story. How about you tell me what you want though. I'm much more interested in hearing about that.
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The Inquisition doesn't run on what the Inquisitor wants. If I'm being honest... I don't know. I haven't been able to do something solely because I want to for a long time.
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Well, I think the Inquisitor can have an evening where she decides what happens for once.
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You know, I can think of one thing I want...
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Tell me.
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I want you to tell me what you want.
[Even now, she played the Game.]
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Perhaps we just have to see where things take us then.
[He leans in close, lips close to hers while he rested his hands on her hips lightly]
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Cheeks flushed a bit, she found it hard to look into that dark gaze, but looking down wasn't an option when that would mean looking at his lips.
Oh, he wasn't making this easy, was he?]
I've always liked to think on my feet. It's a talent of mine.
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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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