[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[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.
[He relents at her consent, returning that kiss with equal hunger and ferocity, deep and desperate and real. He wants this, more than anything, but he needed to know she did, too. It was important.
He shifts his hips, sheathing himself into her, easing himself in slowly- both to give her time to adjust and to truly relish the sensation of feeling her around him. He groans into the kiss, fingers grasping and bunching up the bedsheets as he moves in. ]
[ Arms thrown around his neck in an effort to pull her closer, she gasps muscles tightening around him. The sensation is blinding, electric, making her shiver as nails drag across the flesh of his back. It doesn't take her long to adjust, legs wrapping around him to hold him there against her. ]
[He can feel the lyrium thrum in his veins, flickering to life at the feel of her. This is right, how it should be. His kisses move to pepper her jaw and neck, nipping gently at her collarbone as he starts to thrust, his breath hitching as he shifts deeper inside of her. ]
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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. ]
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He could turn the tables, too. ]
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Fen─ [ She arcs her hips up into his hand, chasing the intoxicating sensation his touch along brings. ]
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She might think he's purposefully trying to drive her mad, and she wouldn't be far from the truth. ]
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Maker's breath.
[ Isabela taught him too well. ]
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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. ]
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Yes, her kiss says, yes, yes, yes. ]
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He shifts his hips, sheathing himself into her, easing himself in slowly- both to give her time to adjust and to truly relish the sensation of feeling her around him. He groans into the kiss, fingers grasping and bunching up the bedsheets as he moves in. ]
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