IC CONTACT - DRIFT FLEET

[wolfuncaged]

FROM: SUBJECT: 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

TO: SUBJECT: 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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[ofkirkwall]

[ Knowing what she does of the elf she knows it to be important, the fact he relaxes with her, that he initiates contact. It makes her swell with self indulgent pride for he trusts her, feels safe with her - her, Marian 'Magnet for all things Terrible and Nasty' Hawke.

Sparing him a quick glance she offers him the bottle. ]

I'm pretty sure this time it wasn't my fault... I think. I've been really good at not pissing many people off lately.

[ Except for that one time she nearly exploded. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[He smiles, taking the bottle from her and enjoying a deep swig. It really wasn't great, but it would do. ]

No, you've behaved yourself rather well.

[He frowns, handing the bottle back over. ]

I think they were connected to those slavers we came across a while back.

[ofkirkwall]

[ As the bottle is taken from her hand she grins, wide and bright and definitely mischievous. ]

Do I get a reward? I think I should get something honestly. It's a tough job not pissing people off.

[ Especially for her.

The bottle back in her hands Hawke takes a quick drink, her grin fading for something more somber. ]

Are you sure?

[wolfuncaged]

And what reward do you think you're so deserving of?

[There's a lightness in his tone, though it does fade a little. ]

I don't know. It seems too convenient to be otherwise.

[ofkirkwall]

Something amazing.

[ Which could be anything in truth, absolutely anything.

She tilts her head, gears in her head grinding away, bringing to bottle to her lips once again. ]

How badly did we piss off the slavers?

[wolfuncaged]

Care to be a little more specific on that?

[He huffs softly. ]

Quite a lot, by the looks of things. I did kill rather a lot of them.

[ofkirkwall]

I could be, but where is the fun in that?

[ It appears that Marian Hawke is very determined not to be specific. ]

And I missed that, frankly I am a little disappointed in myself. [ Another swig and she holds it out to him. ] I suppose they are rather sore from it, which could explain the attack.

[wolfuncaged]

So you're going to make me guess?

[There's a soft teasing to his tone, though. Almost playfulness. ]

Well, it didn't work out so well for them. They should have stayed put.

[ofkirkwall]

You can guess, or decide for yourself.

[ Her teasing comes naturally, effortlessly, and she's grinning at him despite their current subject. ]

No one ever said slavers were smart.

[wolfuncaged]

They aren't.

[It's not his favourite subject, and he welcomes the chance to change it. He smirks faintly, shifting up close to her, lips ghosting over her jawline. ]

A few things do spring to mind.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Oh, she is definitely not going to object to the change of subject, not in the slightest. She hums, lips twitching into a grin, and tilts her head a little. ]

Is that so?

[wolfuncaged]

[He presses a few biting kisses to her jaw, moving down to her neck, eyes flicking up to hers, a playfulness there that most people never get to see. ]

That is absolutely so.

[ofkirkwall]

[ She has a feeling she knows exactly what he is thinking, but she still plays coy, humming softly to herself as he moves down to her neck. ]

I had no idea.

[wolfuncaged]

[Lisp brush at her collarbone, before her clothing gets in the way. He exhales warm air onto her skin, a smirk crossing her lips. ]

No? Perhaps I am losing my touch.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Finger curl a little tightly around the bottle of the neck and she exhales softly, glancing down at him. ]

Maybe you're not trying hard enough.

[wolfuncaged]

Well, if that's the case-

[He moves back up, capturing her lips into a kiss, biting and breathless. His hands move over her body, tracing her curves, fingers moving to the first fastening of her tunic. He breaks the kiss for a moment, but stays near, resting his forehead against hers as he catches his breath. ]

I shall have to try harder.

[ofkirkwall]

[ She swears she had some sort of purpose in demanding his attention and a bottle of drink, but she can't fathom what it was... Not anymore. He distracts her expertly with the kiss, with his hands moving over her curves in ways that make her shiver even over her clothes. Maker's breath he really knows how to derail her.

Hawke makes a low noise in complaint as he breaks the kiss, taking the opportunity to catch her own breath. Yeah, whatever that purpose was is gone now, doesn't even bloody matter - not with Fenris looking at her like that. She hums softly, tongue going out briefly to lick her bottom lips. ]

A lot harder.

[wolfuncaged]

[This is better. If he focuses on her, JUST on her, then his literal demons can't get at him. That's what he hopes for, anyway. A grin crosses his lips, as his fingers tug at that first fastening. Slowly, like unwrapping a gift, he opens her tunic, hands sliding inside to brush against bare skin.

He catches that bottom lip in his own, sucking it roughly. ]

I think I can manage that.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Frankly she isn't sure what makes her utterly abandon all previous plans, whether it was his hand brushing against bare skin with that familiar tingle of lyrium or the lone tones of his voice that all but sets her skin to prickle with goosebumps. Maybe it doesn't really matter because in the end she abandons all her previous plans in favor of this, of him, shifting until she is settled in his lap. ]

You sure about that? I've been know to be difficult to please.

[ With others maybe, but with him? Oh, that is not true in the slightest. She is already incredibly pleased with the turn of events, with his hand inside her tunic, with kissing him slowly. But that doesn't mean she won't tease him. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[He certainly doesn't seem to mind one little bit. He hums softly as she gets into his lap, his hands moving to rid her of the tunic entirely. He breaks the kiss to dip his head to the now exposed skin of her collarbone, giving it gentle lips as his fingers wander down to the small of her back. ]

Hmmmm. I have noticed.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Hawke only briefly takes note of her tunic, glancing to the side as it is discarded, before her eyes flutter close. The lips on her collarbone and hand on her back make her shiver with delight, mouth parting with a soft noise. A hand slips into his hand, the other resting against his back, and she shifts against him, already hungry for contact, for the warmth of bare skin against her own.

Maker's balls it's terrible how easily he makes her pulse thunder in her veins, quick to indulge in the pleasure of having him near, of his touch and taste. She should learn to control herself but she doesn't. ]

Really now. [ She hums, drawing a finger along his back, along the lines of lyrium just underneath his shirt. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris huffs in amusement, raising his hips to meet hers. His free hand moves to unwrap her bindings, his teeth running along her skin. His hands squeezes hers a little, encouragement, reassurance, a bit of both.]

Yes. Really.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Damn it all. He's terribly distracting and she is all too eager to drive head first into it, into him, reaching down to pull his face back up to her. Damn it all, damn him, and damn herself. She's quick to press her lips against his, kissing him hard as she rocks down against him. ]

Good luck then. [ Hawke mumbles into this kiss, free hand slipping underneath his shirt to press against his stomach. ] You're gonna need it.

[wolfuncaged]

[He groans into the kiss, but happily returns it. He shifts against her, his desire becoming very, very apparent. His muscles twitch under her touch, as her fingers skate near the lyrium. ]

I am sure I will be fine.

[He gets rid of the last of the binding, his hands moving up to gently trace the shape of a breast. ]

[ofkirkwall]

Uh-huh.

[ She shivers at the friction, at the jolt of pleasure that shoots up her spine. It sets something of a fire underneath her skin, a hunger that urges her forwards. Hands are quick to rid him of his shirt, tracing both muscle and lyrium, body pressing into his touch as her teeth nip at his lips. ]