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IC CONTACT - DRIFT FLEET

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	KIRK	Fenris? It's me. Can I come in?
	MARIAN/CLOUD	Meanacing
	DORIAN	Well, I wasn't certain what to expect...
	JUSTICE	You seem to have escaped the planet unharmed.
	RIONA	You know, when someone is three sheets to the wind and suggests a threesome...
	RIONA	Fenris! It feels like ages since we've spoken.
	KIRK	ACTION
	MARIAN	Fenriiiiis
	ADALWOLFE	please tell me you didn't sleep with Isabela too
	ANDERS	:3
	MARIAN	This will do
	KIRK	Can we talk?
	MARIAN	You're a mess, Marian.
	ADALWOLFE	Special delivery!
	ANDERS	Maybe it will help with your face.
	HAWKE	Fenris? You there?
	VARRIC	Don't-- don't do anything.
	OCTAVIA	Hey, Fenris
	ELIZE	Fenris?
	JOVE	ACTION
	STEVEN	fenrisssssssssssssssssssssssss
	ROBIN	Listen, Fenris, I know you don't give a shit about me, but--
	FELIX	Fenris, I apologize for contacting you in this way, but I was wondering...
	JOVE	SO ABOUT COLE
	JOVE	STRAWBERRIES

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	KIRK	About Anders
	KIRK	Kirk wakes
	KIRK	Kirk? Can we speak?
	MARIAN	Where are you? We need to speak.
	KIRK	You wish to speak
	HAWKE	We need to speak
	VARRIC	Varric. Varric. Varric wake up.
	JOVE	Jove. May I have a moment of your time?
	JOVE	Can we speak? Are you busy?
	HAWKE	Is there anywhere on this blighted hole we can find any decent alcohol?
	JOVE	I was spiteful and angry to you, and I owe you an apology.
	HAWKE	Hawke. Did you know the Inquisition have a demon?
	VARRIC	There is something I need to tell you.

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[ Tugging again at his hair before her free hand moves sightless down the join his, guiding towards what he seeks. Without the metal armor of her Champion's robe her leathers come undone easily, slipping from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Her tunic, too, takes little effort to come undone soon to join the rest, leaving with bare save for the chest binding.

She pushes into the kiss, dragging her teeth across his bottom lip. Hands, having succeeded in their task, begin to work on his own clothes. Hungry to map his skin with her fingers, to trace his markings with her lips. ]

[He revels in that kiss, all biting and fierce, neither giving any quarter, neither sequestering control. He kisses her until his lungs scream out for air, only breaking when he has to, taking in ragged breaths.

Of course, Fenris has to be awkward and wear his armour. Never one to go exploring without it, after all. Still, he'll help her out by pulling off each gauntlet, letting them clatter onto the floor, spikes and all.

That done, his now less lung puncturing fingers move up, not-very-carefully-at-all pulling at the binding. He hasn't the patience to unwrap it all, finding a seam and ripping at it instead. He vaguely hopes she wasn't attached to that, and aims to make up for it, dropping his kisses downwards from her collarbone, as more skin is revealed.]

[ Damn warrior types, having to wear obnoxious amount of armor. She'd complain about it but she knows hows his works, no need to fumble or grumble about the pain of it all. The words half sit on her tongue once she frees him from the breast plate. But then his fingers find the bindings, the sound of ripping fabric makes her yelp in surprise. ]

You─ [ She wasn't attached to it, at the very least, a breathless laugh. ] You're terrible.

[He chuckles against her breastbone, tilting his head to smirk up at her.]

And impatient.

[Important to remember that one. The bindings are ripped more, before being discarded to the floor. His smile grows at the sight of her, his kisses dropping lower, one hand moving up to shape the curve of a breast. ]

Maker, but you're beautiful.

[ It's not the first time that compliment has graced her ears, Maker she heard it often while they still lived in the confines of Kirkwall. Nobles, suitors, each trying to win her favor by flattery and ultimately failing. Only from Fenris' lips did it ever have an affect, only from him did it ever really sound genuine.

Beautiful, he says, despite the many scars decorating her skin. The largest across her abdomen, mirrored on her back, from when the Arishok's blade all but skewered her. ( That fight almost killed her. ) Beautiful.

She gasps at his touch, rising to into it, heat rising in her cheeks. Hands quickening their attempts to rid him of what little remains, made only harder by his movements. Falling away from her reach, the distraction of his warm mouth against her skin. Terrible, utterly terrible. ]

Flattery won─ ah ─get you anywhere.

[ Except that it is. At least try to sound convincing Hawke, geeze. ]

[He thought every inch beautiful. They were the marks that made her who she is, each and every one. They were her hardships, her sacrifices, all that made her a real hero. They are all HER, and he adores her for them. For everything she has done, continues to do.

He hums softly against her skin, amused, as his kisses trail lower- down one of her breasts. He takes the nipple in his mouth, rolling it gently against his teeth, before releasing it, looking up at her with a quirked eyebrow. ]

It won't?

[ That's... that's just cheating! Somehow in some way or form she is certain that what he is currently doing is cheating. A strangled noise escapes her, just before teeth come down on her bottom lip.

She doesn't answer, knowing full well her voice is like to betray her, shaking her head slightly. Nope, flattery will definitely not get him anywhere. It will certainly not make her further!! ]

[He chuckles again, his kisses moving across to her other breast, to give it the same attention, his thumb moving to rub lazy circles around the neglected nipple. He pulls away again to kiss and nip at her neck, murmuring against her skin. ]

That's a shame, I was hoping I was getting rather good at it.

[ She'll get him for being so bloody smug. Somehow she'll get him, though she doesn't know how or when. He's too distracting, too apt with his hands and his mouth. A hand finds his hair again, tangling itself there, and pulls him from her neck back to her lips. Kisses his fierce, bruising, to silence his smugness, to taste him again.

He has gotten good at it, she might tell him later though she is certain he already knows. He would be blind if he did not know the effect he has on her.

But that is later. Now she trails her free hand slowly down his chest, following the markings with the tips of her fingers. ]

[She can send a big thank you note to Isabela for that one. Turns out a few years cavorting with the pirate does wonders for your abilities in bed.

He moans softly into the kiss, revelling in the taste of her. The familiar prickly burn comes at her touch, setting his skin tingling. Years ago, he would have shied away from that touch, the lines traced by different hands. But her...hers are not about possession, not ever. It makes him feel safe.

His hands trace her curves, down to her hips, pulling her close as he devours her mouth, breathless.]

[ Truly Isabela deserves more than a thank you note, maybe a thank you basket of exotic cheeses, wines, and gold. A lot of gold.

She is gentle in her touch, careful, a silent appreciation of every line and muscle. She can feel her magic react to the lyrium in his skin, singing softly with every movement of her hand. Her skin tingles from it, the pleasant sensation sending shivers down her spine.

In pulling her close she hums, rocking against him as her hand slip past his waist band and takes hold of him. Revenge. ]

[He'd been rather enjoying the upper hand for a while there, but when Hawke takes her sweet revenge, she certainly ups the stakes in this little game. He groans against her mouth, breaking off the kiss to press his face into the crook of her neck.

He shifts into her touch, already partially hard anyway, pressing against her hand as he took in a ragged breath. ]

[ Not so smug now, is he? Hawke chuckles lowly, pleased as punch the turn of events - the upper hand taken so swiftly from him. Now in her hands, literally, and she fully intends to take advantage of it.

When her hand starts to move its slow, deliberate, intending to drive him mad with deft fingers and warm breath against his ear. ]

[Her intentions are certainly coming to fruition, as he shifts his hips against her, pressing to her touch, his breath quickening, He lets out a low moan against her skin, fingers gripping her sides, keeping her close. ]

You're wicked.

[ Hawke revels in her victory, in him shifting into her tortuously wicked touch. Slow motions quickened, sliding up an down his length. She wants him hard, wants him mad with desire, wants him to take his own revenge - for her hand, for her lips, for her teeth nipping at his earlobe. ]

Am I? [ She nips at his ear again, fingers squeezing him again. ] That doesn't sound like me.

[She doesn't have to wait long for that at all. He only took a few moments more of her ministrations, before letting out a low groan, almost gutteral. His hands dropped to her backside, scooping her up, supporting her weight as he slammed her back into the wall. He captured her lips into a bruising, biting kiss - pressing close to her. ]

[ She grasps in surprise as he lifts her, pulling from his pants as her arms are thrown around his neck. Her legs wrap around his waist, idly kicking off her own boots as she rolls hips against him. The motion has her groaning into his mouth, feeling him through what clothing still remains to them. She rolls her hips again, impatience suddenly at the forefront of her actions.

They have to go, she decides, trying to push Fenris' from him with the heels of her feet. ]

[He rolls his hips to meet hers, his own impatience growing. He bites her lower lip, before capturing them again in a kiss. His hands shift, one remains on her backside, the other moves higher onto her back as he turns from the wall and stumbled towards the bed. For once, he's almost glad for the limited space the Fleet provides. There's less room to navigate.

He drops her carefully onto the bed, his kisses trailing down, licking and nipping at skin as his hands moves to get rid of her pants and smallclothes, leaving them abandoned in a pile on the floor. ]

[ As funny as it might be for him to stumble around trying to find the bed, Hawke is also glad for the lack of space. Less time spent having to find the damn bed meant more of this, bruising kisses that leave her breathless and dizzy.

She arcs towards him as he travels down, skin tingling underneath the care of his mouth. She barely notices his hands moving, ridding her of what was left of her clothes. Leaving her bare, vulnerable, cheeks flushed, and eyes dark with want. ]

[He moves his kisses down, to her navel, further. He gives an inner thigh a gentle nip, as his thumb slips between her legs, finding and easily pressing against her bud, a small smirk on his face against her skin.

He could turn the tables, too. ]

[ Oh, he is devious. The warmth of his breath against her thighs already has her gasping. Pulse thundering through her veins, skin all a tingle from the lyrium in his veins. But then his thumb slips between her legs, finding the sensitive parts of her, and she moans. ]

Fen─ [ She arcs her hips up into his hand, chasing the intoxicating sensation his touch along brings. ]

[He chuckles softly to himself, rubbing his thumb against her in slow and deliberate motions, his free hand trailing up her body, finally reaching a breast. He takes her nipple in hand, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand continues to work below.

She might think he's purposefully trying to drive her mad, and she wouldn't be far from the truth. ]

[ Mere moments of his careful attention has her writhing underneath it, body flush, lips parted with soft moans. It is maddening and exhilarating at the same time, wanting so much more yet not wanting his hands to stop. She whines a little, biting her bottom lip, one of her own hands find the strands of his hair. ]

Maker's breath.

[ Isabela taught him too well. ]

[He feels perhaps a little smugness. Isabela had taught him well, he at least had that in his favour. Still, eventually, he releases her, moving to push his own pants and smallclothes off and to the floor. He moves back up the bed, pressing kisses against her jawline.

While he settles between her legs, he doesn't enter her immediately, instead pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips- a silent askance if she was ready, if this is what she wished. ]

[ It is only a moment but she feels the absence of his warmth keenly, shifting to try and follow though she does not get very far. He is back upon her, pressing kisses to her jaw, settling so tortuously close. She wants it, him, and he asks so sweetly with his lips. Her answer is a kiss, fierce and certain, as a hand slips between them to take hold of him. Fingers squeeze as she guides him towards her, slick with her desire.

Yes, her kiss says, yes, yes, yes. ]

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