IC CONTACT - DRIFT FLEET

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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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[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. ]

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[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.

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[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. ]

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[The lyrium flickers at her touch, he kisses her back, all teeth and tongue and breathlessness. He wouldn't want it any other way, honestly. He enjoys the passion of it all.

His own hands move to her breasts, thumbs moving to trace over the nipples in slow, deliberate movements. He breaks off the kiss, only so he can drop his lips to one of them, kissing over the bud, his tongue darting out to rub against it. ]

[ofkirkwall]

[ It's almost a messy sort of passion, all fire mixed with barely contained desperation. She clings to him, traces the lines of his body, presses so close as though not to lose to warmth of his skin against hers - as though any space might spell the end of this thing they have managed to find.

Chasing the feeling of his hands, the taste of his mouth, she whines as he breaks the kiss hand finding his hair once more to bury amongst the strands. What complaints she might have had about Fenris no longer kissing her quickly vanish, his mouth finding somewhere else to press. Her body arcs towards him, urging, lips falling open to moan.

Sweet Maker, she wants... Shivering again she rocks her hips down against him suddenly keenly aware of the fabric still in the way. She wants their pants gone, wants him, and she gasps out his name. ]

Fenris...

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[There's a desperation to it. He knows, in places like this, that time together is often cut short. None of them no how long they have together, she could go home tomorrow, or he could. Either could vanish from the other, and all they would have left would be memories. He doesn't want to risk a second of losing that.

He lets go of her nipple, exhaling slowly on the bud, before following that request. His hands move between them, to the fastenings of her pants, opening them up, his hands sliding down to her rear, pushing them down as his lips move to capture hers once more. ]