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There were no impromptu trips to Sundermount, in fact. Merrill had holed herself up with the Eluvian, avoiding Hawke whenever possible. The Arulin'Holm stayed at the estate, locked away somewhere, and the Dalish woman didn't want to see or hear from Hawke without good cause. Which was understandable (upsetting, but understandable), and she let Varric and Isabela take over Merrill's undertaking. They'd update her whenever possible and she was infinitely grateful, though she knew things couldn't stay that way forever. Eventually, they'd need to talk, and that would happen when Marian was good and ready. For now, she wasn't.

First on her mind was Anders and his mage underground. He would disappear for days on end, surfacing only to work in his clinic where he would refuse to go on any errands. Too busy, he'd say, occupied with his patients and his manifesto. It didn't stop him from pressing worn papers into her hands at every opportunity, the bastard. Her desk was full of Anders' scrawl, damning evidence if anyone should walk in and ask about it. She'd been certain to lock them in the bottom drawer, out of sight and out of mind, but she couldn't put him off any more than she could push aside the trouble she had with Merrill.

With her hands full of Kirkwall's smaller troubles - bandits, a few raiders on the outskirts, and a blood mage or two - she had nearly forgotten her plans with Cullen until she returned one night to a note on her desk at the end of the week. Even such a simple thing was enough to brighten her mood considerably and she packed that evening, though she wasn't to meet him for two more days.

She used the time to tell only a few that she'd be gone from the city, that no one was kidnapping her, and that she'd be very cross if she came back to find Kirkwall burning in her absence. Only Isabela and Varric gave her a hard time for her attempts at discretion, asking for details and gaining nothing.

By sunset on the second day, she was down by the docks to meet him, a pack slung over one arm and her blades across her shoulders, her eyes on the ships and the few workers lingering around. She couldn't be too careful, even now.

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The only thing preventing him from losing himself to sensation entirely was the need to stay upright and balanced. In a way he was grateful for it. He wasn't sure what he'd be doing if he were lying down right now beyond writhing helplessly. Every flick of tongue just beneath the head and slip of her fingers close to the base had small jolts passing through his hips and thighs.

When she pulled off, he caressed her hair, his grip loosening. "This feels amazing," he murmured. He had drawn a breath for more only to lose it altogether in the warm, wet, tight plunge downward. He groaned, his head tossing back hard enough to impact the mast with some force. "Oh, Maker..." he gasped. "Maker's breath...Hawke..."

"Mm?" she mumbled against him, eyes flicking up to his face. She had no intention of stopping, sliding him partly out of her mouth only to take him deeper once more. She gave a squeeze to his hip affectionately, pleased to already having him gasping. He was rewarded as she slowed only long enough to stroke the underside of his length with her tongue, rough pressure to offset her more languid pacing.

Her other hand was exploring too, testing his boundaries just as she was testing her own. Her touch lingered further down, over his balls, massaging with the tips of her calloused fingers. She groaned once more for good measure, this time with a very clear intention in mind.

His hand continued to flex and clench, rubbing lower over her neck. He massaged into the muscle there, the squeeze both affectionate and encouraging. His cock pressed back against her tongue, motion out of his control entirely. A delicious heat coiled in his belly and spread outward, all the way through his fingers and toes. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

His hips jerked slightly, the vibrations from the sound she made causing his muscles to clench and hold the tension. He rocked several short thrusts, careful not to plunge deep. His other hand released its grip of the mast behind him, seeking her shoulder and arm, to touch her anywhere he could reach.

Hawke responded with an appreciative purr, pressing back into his fingers when she pulled back enough. She hollowed out her cheeks and sucked this time, her hand gripping him tighter for leverage. As he pressed against her, she opened her mouth wider and backed off just enough, searching for a rhythm to match what he wanted. It would be difficult without eventually taking him too deep but... Well, she wasn't afraid of that for the time being, too caught up in the sensations and the sounds he was making to much care.

She broke away for just a moment for a deep inhale, lips moist with saliva, though her hands never left him for a single second. When she was ready, she shifted the weight on her feet and stepped back in to have him once more, a few more shallow sucks before she relaxed her mouth again to draw him in as deep as she could allow. Her nose brushed his pelvis, a faint groan reverberating through her at her success.

He shifted his hand back into her hair, lifting it away from her forehead and tucking it back, more affectionate touching. It was the only way he could reciprocate in the moment, to let her know what she was doing to him, how amazing it felt. His breath came in harsh rhythm, sometimes through his nostrils, sometimes through the part of lips when he was too breathless for anything else.

"Andraste's pyre," he groaned softly, eyes squeezing shut. He held still for her, back arched and body straining an arc of intense pleasure. His thighs quivered, and he locked one knee to bring himself back to better balance. He didn't want to have to stop her to change position, determined to fight to hold what he could for as long as he could. It was increasingly a challenge.

She could feel the strain in his legs through her fingers and she massaged insistently at his hip, her hand slipping behind to cup his arse briefly and then move lower. She worked into the muscles at the backs of his thighs in some effort to relieve the tension, even as she made it worse with her mouth. The last thing she wanted was for him to push himself too far and end up falling.

Her tongue slid along whatever she could manage while he was in her mouth and she let up only so she could find other areas for her to lave and give attention to. After a time, she came up for another long and slow inhale through her nostrils, then through her mouth as she attempted to steady her breathing. One look at him was all it took to have her flushing further, briefly smirking before she took him in again. The pace was a little harsher this time, determined as she was to get him to let go as much control as he dared give her.

Not at all for the first time that night, he found himself wishing he'd had the forethought to get them a flat bottomed boat. It would make all of this so much easier. The massaging, no matter how good it felt, wasn't enough to offset the things she was able to do to him with her mouth. Just the fact that she had wanted to and seemed to be enjoying herself was enough to have him breathless.

During her breathing break, he cupped both of her cheeks with his hands, thumbs gently rubbing across the soft skin. If he had thought he could bend forward without possibly rocking the boat, he would have kissed her then. The moment passed, and with the renewed assault, he had to reach back again toward the mast. He needed the extra support with his hips jerking harder. They were still small motions. He had enough control for that, but his vocalizations were coming more frequently, low groans on his exhales. The pleasure was slower to build than it would have been before his first release. He still didn't think it would be long. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he murmured.

If he knew what he was doing to her. The hands in her hair, massaging her neck and scalp, the heated look he gave her when he cupped her face... It was enough to have her breathless on its own, her heart racing. She was loathe to let go of him for even a moment, mindlessly just wanting to touch him and have him, but she relented and settled a hand on his briefly as he took her cheeks in his grasp. She faintly smiled, pressing moist lips together absently as she tried to get her head working again. It spun in wound-up circles of ideas and desires, all culminating in what little she could give him in the position they were in.

With another squeeze, she quickened her pace just a little more, though she was certain to keep it at a manageable rhythm with what little movement they could safely afford. The bobs of her head were somewhat more shallow as she tried for a faster pace, but she would offset that every so often with a slower, deeper suck, a hum of a groan for him to feel, and a faint squeeze at the base of his shaft. Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

She obviously did. He needed both hands back on the rope coiled around the mast, his grip as much to help support him as to have something to do with his hands while she worked him up to fever pitch.

The tremors in his legs grew stronger, the rhythm of hips breaking to something less predictable. Breath hissed through his teeth; his eyes rolled back beneath their lids, and his head twisted to the side, exposing his throat. "It's not...not going to be much longer," he warned her. If she wanted to stop then, he wanted to give her that chance, not spring it on her unaware.

A rumble passed from her to him as she considered the way he was fighting for control, the small quivers in his legs making her want to smile. She fought the impulse with another bob of her head, pressing in until she met his pelvis, nearly gagging herself. Her fingers danced over his legs as if to encourage him not to hold back. She certainly wasn't.

The warning heeded, she pulled back and let her hand take her place for a few moments while she breathed, fingers sliding through slick moisture. She cast him a look and an impish smile, ducking her head to lick the tip. Moving both hands to his thighs, she took him back into her mouth and finally succumbed to a much more rigorous pacing, wanting him to enjoy that mounted pleasure before it crested. She took some care to ensure she wouldn't be fighting to breathe, though there was a certain thrill in cutting off her air supply even so briefly, and she wanted to indulge him as much as she could.

Another reason he was grateful to be standing was that he was better able to watch her than he would have managed lying down. It was an incredible sight in moonlight, her dark hair in such sharp contrast to her skin as well as his, the glitter of her eyes every time she looked at him.

When she pulled back, he shifted his stance enough to give the mast more of his weight in a lean. He rocked up into her grip, several hard thrusts while bracing himself with his hands. He slowed for the smile and couldn't help but return it, giving an appreciative hum for the teasing lick. He shook his head slightly, part of him still in disbelief this was happening at all.

He took only enough care not to choke her in that final quicker pace, giving what she seemed to be asking of him, to let go and enjoy. He watched her until he had to close his eyes again, jolts of pleasure shooting through him until it crested and broke. He cried out, legs trembling but holding while several hard pulses rocked him. "Hawke..." he gasped, his voice ragged.

That smile could make her toes curl, his look so unguarded and appreciative. She wished they were in a better position so she could admire him better without having to turn her head so much, but there were smaller, more intimate cues that she adored too, from the shift of his grip and his moans to the way his body shuddered as she touched him. And those, by far, were more honest than anything that could be said with words.

She squeezed his thighs briefly in reward when she continued, fighting back her gag reflex the few times she took him in too deeply. It was a precarious balance that would pay off in the end and it did when he finally broke, her tongue tasting the first splash before he pressed further into her mouth and spilled.

Even swallowing what she could, some of it still made its way past her lips, and she lifted a hand to catch what was left while he finished. She sucked him once more and then released him with a wet sound that only could be called obscene, ducking her head so she could run her thumb over her lips and clean herself up.

His legs were rubbery enough that he didn't trust them to hold him without the aid of his hands on the mast to come down to her. He felt as though he had to, right then, wanting nothing more than to kiss her deeply, intimately. He wobbled a little, stumbled into her, and drew her into his arms.

Despite being spent, he kissed her hard, one arm across her back, one hand at the back of her head. His breath was noisy through nostrils, still not fully caught from the intense orgasm. When he had to breathe, he turned his mouth just slightly, only enough to part lips and draw in the air. He could taste himself on her lips and tongue. "That was so good," he murmured. "Maker's breath you had me dying up there."

She lifted her head as he came down, reaching out a hand in case he needed something to steady him. "Careful—" she protested, afraid he'd trip or fall. Whatever else she might have had to say was quickly cut off by his lips and the arms pulling her against him.

It only occurred to her moments later that he could probably taste himself, the thought eliciting a soft groan against his mouth, her fingers digging into his back. She was just as breathless as he when they parted, her eyes bright with mirth as she watched him from under her lashes. "I was afraid your legs would give out," she whispered back, fighting back her smirk.

"Mmmm," he hummed under his breath, smiling and nuzzling against her. "Worth the effort," he said. "And then some." He kissed her again, lashes fluttering as he closed his eyes.

He massaged a circle against her back, fingers squeezing into muscle. Pulling away from the kiss, he whispered close to her ear, "I want to do something else for you, too." He tugged playfully at her shirt hem. "You're a little too dressed for it, though."

Maker, that smile of his was almost too much for her. She ducked her head briefly, pleased, and was all too happy to take the second kiss offered to her, her fingers threading into his hair. How they had managed to come this far so easily was still a mystery to her and she didn't dare to question it just then. Not when she still couldn't quite think past how nice it was.

Hawke shivered when he pulled close to her ear, smiling at herself. She turned her head towards him, raising an eyebrow. "Hm?" She kissed his shoulder while she had him there, lips curled against his skin. "What do you have in mind, Sera?"

"Something I hope you're going to enjoy," he said, deliberately being a little mysterious. He reached up between them to begin unfastening her shirt, taking his time and letting the backs of his fingers brush her skin.

"You'll get to sit again on the most comfortable seat in the boat." He could get very used to the weight of her in his lap. The air was just cool enough that it felt extra nice having body heat against him. He knew he'd need to remember to pull his breeches back up before they sat. She had a way of distracting him from the details.

She chuckled, letting him take care of her shirt. Her hands found a place on his shoulders until he was ready to remove the garment hugging her torso, and then she would give him the room he needed to do so.

"With an offer like that, who am I to refuse?" she teased gently, tilting her head to take his lips again in a much slower, more sensual press. It wasn't meant to distract him but she wouldn't complain if it did. He'd worked her up and she was surprised to find how much she liked touching him and being close.

Once he had the shirt open, he playfully tugged her against him by both ends of the shirttail. He liked the press of body to body without the cloth in the way. He didn't break the slow kiss, merely holding her there by the pressure of the cloth until he finally needed more breath than that.

Reaching down to his breeches, he tugged them up along with his small clothes but left the laces untied. There was no need to bother with them. He stepped a couple of steps back and took a seat where he had been standing. Sliding a hand down her arm, he tangled his fingers loosely with hers to draw her closer to him so he could work on her pants.

She grinned as he tugged her in, but she couldn't help the faint sigh she let out as he pulled them flush together. He was warm even with the slight chill in the air and she was more than happy to remain where she was until he wanted her otherwise, lips on his.

Anticipation had her almost squirming when he broke away and she watched him curiously, her fingers mingling with his. A thin eyebrow shot up in surprise when he went for her trousers. "I thought you said —" But he hadn't specified when he said she was wearing too much, had he? She shook her head, reaching up to smooth calloused fingers over his shoulder and across his back. She was dying to know what was running through his head.

"That you were overdressed?" he prompted, grinning. "I did say that, yes." He tugged the laces gently and loosened them with his fingers before taking her breeches down over the swell of her hips, down her thighs, and just past her knees. "That should be far enough," he said. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the curve of her lower stomach, his hands in a light squeeze of her hips. "Maker's breath, you're beautiful."

He prompted her to turn around with a twist of his grip. "Take your shirt down? I'd like to feel your back against my chest. If you get cold, we'll figure something out." He didn't intend to allow it if he could help it.

"Yes, that." She smiled at his impish behavior, her body tensing as he ran his hands down her legs. She was beginning to guess what he wanted but she didn't vocalize her suspicions; she wanted him to show her what he had planned instead. The suspense, after all, was a game in and of itself. But that didn't stop the tingle of a shiver up her spine as he kissed her lower belly nor did it keep the faint warmth out of her cheeks. Her smile broadened and she ran an appreciative set of fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

It was a gesture that didn't last long with him coaxing her around and she shot him a glance over her shoulder as she tugged off her shirt. "And the band?" she asked, a hint of suggestiveness in her tone.

"Yes," he said. He reached up to run his fingertips down her back, a gentle touch with a hint of nails. "The band, too, if you please." It was a provocative view. She was a natural tease, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

He leaned back against the mast, lids dropping lower as he waited for her. It didn't matter to him that he was physically spent. Mentally, he was eager to do this for her, wanting more intoxicating contact.

Edited (Splelling. Wat is?) 2012-09-10 07:35 (UTC)

It was easy to undo the laces on the back of her band and remove it, and she made no great show despite the heated look she gave him as he ran his hand over her back. She pressed back into his hand briefly then with a crooked smile.

Once discarded, it was a little more difficult to step back towards him with her pants around her knees, but she was certain he'd guide her into the position he wanted her in.

He guided her back to him with his hands at her hips, careful not to pull her faster than she could manage with her breeches down. "Right here," he said, giving her his lap. He reached down to push the pants down further so that she could spread her knees comfortably. "If you want to kick them off, go ahead. I didn't want you getting cold."

He curled forward then, chest to back, and wrapped his arms around her, one hand lifting and cupping across a breast, the other in a warm spread across her stomach. He rested his chin at the top of her shoulder and pressed the side of his head against hers. "I think I like this position. I can touch you wherever I want." He moved his hands in a slow caress, for now focused on warming her and teasing exploration.

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