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Fenris ([personal profile] wolfuncaged) wrote2015-01-29 01:00 am
ofkirkwall: (You left with no goodbye)

[personal profile] ofkirkwall 2017-03-21 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
ofkirkwall: (drowning out the past?)

[personal profile] ofkirkwall 2017-03-23 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
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. ]
ofkirkwall: (Just not for long)

[personal profile] ofkirkwall 2017-03-24 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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...