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Chasing Safety - DRAGON AGE 2 - FemHawke/Sebastian
Cupping his palm, Sebastian let the water fill his gloved hand and chill his bare fingers.
Bringing handfuls of water to his parched lips, he drank deeply before using some of the cool liquid to smooth back his hair.
Sitting back on his haunches, he watched the rest of their party avail themselves of the garbling stream. Fenris was with them, along with Anders and Brutus. They spoke little, Hawke's desperation sparking an urgency within all of them. This was only a brief respite on their way back to the Wounded Coast.
Gripping his bow in his free hand, he watched Hawke through hooded eyes. She hadn't wanted to stop, not really, but her body's need for the cool drink had forced her into calling a halt to their mad dash to the rebel hideout. Her hands shook as she quenched her thirst, then used some of the water to wash her hands and face. Sighing, she reached for her staff, using it to help her upright. She leaned heavily against it, letting her eyes fall shut in a rare display of weakness.
"Are you alright?" Fenris asked, low, the concern in his voice obvious.
Opening her eyes, Hawke straightened, her soft mouth firming. "I'm fine. He'll be fine."
What propelled Sebastian forward next, he couldn't have said. Perhaps it was the remnants of jealousy he'd buried deep inside, jealousy of his elven friend and the closeness he'd always share with their beautiful leader. Perhaps he simply wanted to offer her his strength and support. Or maybe he'd just decided to claim her before these two men, knowing that to do so would set his path in a way he'd been unwilling to commit to so far.
Whatever the reason, he found himself moving toward her with purpose. Reaching her, he cupped her face and brought his lips to hers. He wasn't gentle because he knew that gentle wasn't what she needed. She went rigid against him before she responded, her tongue tangling with his as she fisted a hand in his hair. His palms moved to rest on her hips, holding her against him. He let the heat build pleasently inside him before breaking away.
She looked dazed as he released her. "We'll get there in time," he said with authority.
The others looked on in surprise. Noticing their regard for the first time, Hawke's cheeks pinkened. She gave the back of his neck a squeeze before she stepped back, ready to resume their rush for the meeting place. Gripping her staff, she nodded, her eyes filled with determination. "Come on. We have to hurry."
*
When the dust had settled, Samson and Knight Captain Cullen took Alain and the surviving mages off, intent on returning them straightaway to the Gallows.
Hawke's eyes ran all over her brother, a smile lighting up her face. Despite the younger man's less than sunny disposition, he was unharmed. He slapped at his sister's hands as she felt his arms in search of injuries.
"I'm sorry that you got dragged into all this. But it is rather comforting to know that should I ever really, really need you, stealing you away from the Wardens isn't entirely out of the question."
"Right," he said as he brushed himself off. "I'll have to make up something good. Maybe tell the others that the last tavern wench to give me the eye tied me up and held me captive until I was able to escape using only my wits and some sword polish." Finding his weapon in the dirt, he gave it a few quick swipes with his gauntleted hand. "Fenris," he tipped his head up in the elf's direction. He moved to Sebastian, and gave him a firm handshake. "Glad to see you're still around, at least."
Crouching, he ruffled Brutus's fur. "That's a good dog. You know, I think I've missed you more than the rest of this lot. Sure you wouldn't rather come with me?" The dog huffed in response, and Carver smiled, not the least bit surprised.
He and Anders eyed each other warily. They shared something now, something Hawke couldn't understand. "Anders."
"How've you been keeping?" the mage asked.
Carver shrugged. "I can't complain, abductions aside."
Anders laughed. "You know, for a while there, when we first got back from that trip to the Deep Roads, every time one of us got sick, your sister was convinced it was Blight disease. She'd fuss over every little cough and cold."
Carver looked at her with something very close to affection. His expression changed, becoming sad. "Well, it's been an adventure. But I really do need to get back to the others. Take care, sister."
She watched him leave, hugging herself. Her eyes were sad, but she turned, and graced them with a wistful smile. "Well. Since we're no longer in any kind of hurry ourselves, shall we make camp? This looks like as good a place as any."
She was right. It was sheltered by outcroppings of rocks on either side, with the coast at their back, and only a single defensible way in. The sound of the sea lulled them as they built a fire and Hawke set up her tent. They shared dried meat and bread, and passed a wine skin as they sat in companionable silence.
Fenris peered at a book through the failing light. Hawke had been teaching him how to read. Sebastian knew their closeness was platonic, but despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but wonder how things had gone between them that one night. He could admit, if only to himself, that he was more than a little angry that he wouldn't be the first. It was harder in some ways, since he couldn't hate Fenris. He was a good man, and Sebastian had always admired his determination.
Standing up, Hawke stretched, oblivious to the eyes that followed the seductive movement. "I'm beat. We'll break camp at first light. Don't stay up too late; I have a feeling we'll need our rest in the days to come."
She pulled off her boots before entering her tent and Brutus followed. He turned three or four circles before curling up just outside the flap.
*
The grass nearly reached her knees as she ran across the lawn. Birds scattered, taking wing to float effortlessly in the sky above.
The wind of a perfect summer day tugged at their skirts. Bethany laughed, her hair swinging in twin braids, her brown eyes shining with the hopes and dreams of both young girls. Carver chased a toad, his dirty trousers trailing on the ground. Capturing his prey, he whooped with triumph. Noticing the nervous looks the girls shot his way, he took after them. Arms extended, he brought the toad to bear, chasing both girls, who shrieked in terror, running in fear even as they checked over their shoulders to be sure he followed.
The sound of insects abruptly ceased, the birds fell silent, and the air went still. The ground seemed to tremble beneath their feet, as the sky grew dark, pressing down upon them.
She wanted to shout, to tell them both it was time to go in, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came forth.
The darkness surrounded them, pressing against her skin until she felt like she was falling. Fear choked her. She couldn't see Bethany or Carver any more, and the blackness sucked at her, gaining substance. She was drowning in it, and the more she tried to scream, the more it filled her mouth and nose, crushing her lungs until there was nothing left at all.
*
Hawke's cry woke the whole camp. Sebastian reached for the dagger at his hip, gaining his feet quickly. He met the eyes of both men before looking to Brutus. The mabari's head was titled to the side, listening. He wasn't acting anything like he did when his mistress was in danger.
Anders spoke in a loud whisper, "Bad dreams. Maybe I should..." He made a move to rise, but Sebastian gestured to him to stay put.
He looked to Fenris, who was sitting up, but the elf merely stared into the fire. Heading toward the tent, he stepped around Brutus, giving him a reassuring scratch behind the ears on the way. The war hound let his head drop back to his paws and made no move to stop him as he lifted the flap, ducking his head as he entered.
Hawke was breathing hard, clutching the blanket to her chest when he saw her. Wordlessly, he climbed in beside her, spooning his body around hers.
He tucked her head beneath his chin. "I'm here," he said softly, rubbing his cheek against her hair. She was silent, holding onto the arm he'd wrapped around her. "Do you want to talk about it? It might help."
She shook her head, settling back against him.
He held her, matching his breathing to hers. She twined their fingers together, giving his hands a squeeze. He figured he'd stay until she fell back to sleep. But as the minutes ticked by, she became restless. She pushed herself back against him, nuzzling her bottom against his groin. He held his breath as his blood began to heat. He couldn't hide his body's reaction.
Turning over to face him, she ran one hand up his side, feeling his warm body through the thin material of his shirt. He brushed her hair back from her face, allowing his hand to linger. Moving against him, she brushed his mouth with hers.
He quickly took control, pressing her mouth open so he could explore with his tongue, tasting her. She groaned into him, her hands clutching at his shirt. Their kisses became deep and soul sucking as her hands slid over his chest, then down across his belly. She gasped as his hands came up over her breasts, squeezing her soft flesh through her breast binding. She bit at the exposed skin of his neck, bringing one knee up and over his hip. She was groaning into his kisses, shifting against him in restless excitement. Boldly, she stroked one hand down, finding and squeezing the hardest part of him.
Pulling his mouth free from hers with a gasp, he captured her hands, bringing each one up and kissing it in turn. "Sweetheart... I want to. Just not here."
Feeling disappointment wash over her, she sighed in acceptance. Trying to calm herself, she took a deep breath, then held it as he moved down her body, pushing her onto her back.
He trailed kisses across her belly until he reached the silky barrier of her smallclothes. Reaching out one strong finger, he ran it over her, tracing down her slit and between her legs. She gasped, feeling every muscle in her body tighten. Pressing more firmly, he pet her, pressing the material against her until it was damp. She whimpered in frustration as he found her aching bead of flesh, pushing it back and forth until her thighs began to tremble. Hooking his thumbs inside the offending undergarment, he quickly had it down her legs and off of her. Then his mouth was there, covering her, and he was sucking at her flesh with strong, hard pulls.
She cried out and felt the fingers of one hand reach up to brush her mouth. She took his cue, covering her mouth with her own hand to stifle her cries.
The heat and the pleasure built inside her, each pull a rhythm that echoed the hammering of her heart. She felt him shift, and her heavy eyes slid open. Looking down, she saw that he'd freed himself and was stroking his own hard flesh in rhythm. The heat flowered open, her world exploding at the sight, and biting into the flesh of her own palm, she felt her body jerk, spasming against his mouth. He groaned into her, the vibrations setting off another series of sharp pulses.
She wanted to beg him to finish it, but in the end, all she could do was lay there in a boneless heap as he grunted, then moved up to lay beside her.
Cradling the side of her face in one big palm, he kissed her.
"Mmm. Thank you," she whispered.
He laughed a little, pulling her tighter against him. "You, sweetheart, are most welcome."

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Chasing Safety - DRAGON AGE 2 - FemHawke/Sebastian
Cupping his palm, Sebastian let the water fill his gloved hand and chill his bare fingers.
Bringing handfuls of water to his parched lips, he drank deeply before using some of the cool liquid to smooth back his hair.
Sitting back on his haunches, he watched the rest of their party avail themselves of the garbling stream. Fenris was with them, along with Anders and Brutus. They spoke little, Hawke's desperation sparking an urgency within all of them. This was only a brief respite on their way back to the Wounded Coast.
Gripping his bow in his free hand, he watched Hawke through hooded eyes. She hadn't wanted to stop, not really, but her body's need for the cool drink had forced her into calling a halt to their mad dash to the rebel hideout. Her hands shook as she quenched her thirst, then used some of the water to wash her hands and face. Sighing, she reached for her staff, using it to help her upright. She leaned heavily against it, letting her eyes fall shut in a rare display of weakness.
"Are you alright?" Fenris asked, low, the concern in his voice obvious.
Opening her eyes, Hawke straightened, her soft mouth firming. "I'm fine. He'll be fine."
What propelled Sebastian forward next, he couldn't have said. Perhaps it was the remnants of jealousy he'd buried deep inside, jealousy of his elven friend and the closeness he'd always share with their beautiful leader. Perhaps he simply wanted to offer her his strength and support. Or maybe he'd just decided to claim her before these two men, knowing that to do so would set his path in a way he'd been unwilling to commit to so far.
Whatever the reason, he found himself moving toward her with purpose. Reaching her, he cupped her face and brought his lips to hers. He wasn't gentle because he knew that gentle wasn't what she needed. She went rigid against him before she responded, her tongue tangling with his as she fisted a hand in his hair. His palms moved to rest on her hips, holding her against him. He let the heat build pleasently inside him before breaking away.
She looked dazed as he released her. "We'll get there in time," he said with authority.
The others looked on in surprise. Noticing their regard for the first time, Hawke's cheeks pinkened. She gave the back of his neck a squeeze before she stepped back, ready to resume their rush for the meeting place. Gripping her staff, she nodded, her eyes filled with determination. "Come on. We have to hurry."
*
When the dust had settled, Samson and Knight Captain Cullen took Alain and the surviving mages off, intent on returning them straightaway to the Gallows.
Hawke's eyes ran all over her brother, a smile lighting up her face. Despite the younger man's less than sunny disposition, he was unharmed. He slapped at his sister's hands as she felt his arms in search of injuries.
"I'm sorry that you got dragged into all this. But it is rather comforting to know that should I ever really, really need you, stealing you away from the Wardens isn't entirely out of the question."
"Right," he said as he brushed himself off. "I'll have to make up something good. Maybe tell the others that the last tavern wench to give me the eye tied me up and held me captive until I was able to escape using only my wits and some sword polish." Finding his weapon in the dirt, he gave it a few quick swipes with his gauntleted hand. "Fenris," he tipped his head up in the elf's direction. He moved to Sebastian, and gave him a firm handshake. "Glad to see you're still around, at least."
Crouching, he ruffled Brutus's fur. "That's a good dog. You know, I think I've missed you more than the rest of this lot. Sure you wouldn't rather come with me?" The dog huffed in response, and Carver smiled, not the least bit surprised.
He and Anders eyed each other warily. They shared something now, something Hawke couldn't understand. "Anders."
"How've you been keeping?" the mage asked.
Carver shrugged. "I can't complain, abductions aside."
Anders laughed. "You know, for a while there, when we first got back from that trip to the Deep Roads, every time one of us got sick, your sister was convinced it was Blight disease. She'd fuss over every little cough and cold."
Carver looked at her with something very close to affection. His expression changed, becoming sad. "Well, it's been an adventure. But I really do need to get back to the others. Take care, sister."
She watched him leave, hugging herself. Her eyes were sad, but she turned, and graced them with a wistful smile. "Well. Since we're no longer in any kind of hurry ourselves, shall we make camp? This looks like as good a place as any."
She was right. It was sheltered by outcroppings of rocks on either side, with the coast at their back, and only a single defensible way in. The sound of the sea lulled them as they built a fire and Hawke set up her tent. They shared dried meat and bread, and passed a wine skin as they sat in companionable silence.
Fenris peered at a book through the failing light. Hawke had been teaching him how to read. Sebastian knew their closeness was platonic, but despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but wonder how things had gone between them that one night. He could admit, if only to himself, that he was more than a little angry that he wouldn't be the first. It was harder in some ways, since he couldn't hate Fenris. He was a good man, and Sebastian had always admired his determination.
Standing up, Hawke stretched, oblivious to the eyes that followed the seductive movement. "I'm beat. We'll break camp at first light. Don't stay up too late; I have a feeling we'll need our rest in the days to come."
She pulled off her boots before entering her tent and Brutus followed. He turned three or four circles before curling up just outside the flap.
*
The grass nearly reached her knees as she ran across the lawn. Birds scattered, taking wing to float effortlessly in the sky above.
The wind of a perfect summer day tugged at their skirts. Bethany laughed, her hair swinging in twin braids, her brown eyes shining with the hopes and dreams of both young girls. Carver chased a toad, his dirty trousers trailing on the ground. Capturing his prey, he whooped with triumph. Noticing the nervous looks the girls shot his way, he took after them. Arms extended, he brought the toad to bear, chasing both girls, who shrieked in terror, running in fear even as they checked over their shoulders to be sure he followed.
The sound of insects abruptly ceased, the birds fell silent, and the air went still. The ground seemed to tremble beneath their feet, as the sky grew dark, pressing down upon them.
She wanted to shout, to tell them both it was time to go in, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came forth.
The darkness surrounded them, pressing against her skin until she felt like she was falling. Fear choked her. She couldn't see Bethany or Carver any more, and the blackness sucked at her, gaining substance. She was drowning in it, and the more she tried to scream, the more it filled her mouth and nose, crushing her lungs until there was nothing left at all.
*
Hawke's cry woke the whole camp. Sebastian reached for the dagger at his hip, gaining his feet quickly. He met the eyes of both men before looking to Brutus. The mabari's head was titled to the side, listening. He wasn't acting anything like he did when his mistress was in danger.
Anders spoke in a loud whisper, "Bad dreams. Maybe I should..." He made a move to rise, but Sebastian gestured to him to stay put.
He looked to Fenris, who was sitting up, but the elf merely stared into the fire. Heading toward the tent, he stepped around Brutus, giving him a reassuring scratch behind the ears on the way. The war hound let his head drop back to his paws and made no move to stop him as he lifted the flap, ducking his head as he entered.
Hawke was breathing hard, clutching the blanket to her chest when he saw her. Wordlessly, he climbed in beside her, spooning his body around hers.
He tucked her head beneath his chin. "I'm here," he said softly, rubbing his cheek against her hair. She was silent, holding onto the arm he'd wrapped around her. "Do you want to talk about it? It might help."
She shook her head, settling back against him.
He held her, matching his breathing to hers. She twined their fingers together, giving his hands a squeeze. He figured he'd stay until she fell back to sleep. But as the minutes ticked by, she became restless. She pushed herself back against him, nuzzling her bottom against his groin. He held his breath as his blood began to heat. He couldn't hide his body's reaction.
Turning over to face him, she ran one hand up his side, feeling his warm body through the thin material of his shirt. He brushed her hair back from her face, allowing his hand to linger. Moving against him, she brushed his mouth with hers.
He quickly took control, pressing her mouth open so he could explore with his tongue, tasting her. She groaned into him, her hands clutching at his shirt. Their kisses became deep and soul sucking as her hands slid over his chest, then down across his belly. She gasped as his hands came up over her breasts, squeezing her soft flesh through her breast binding. She bit at the exposed skin of his neck, bringing one knee up and over his hip. She was groaning into his kisses, shifting against him in restless excitement. Boldly, she stroked one hand down, finding and squeezing the hardest part of him.
Pulling his mouth free from hers with a gasp, he captured her hands, bringing each one up and kissing it in turn. "Sweetheart... I want to. Just not here."
Feeling disappointment wash over her, she sighed in acceptance. Trying to calm herself, she took a deep breath, then held it as he moved down her body, pushing her onto her back.
He trailed kisses across her belly until he reached the silky barrier of her smallclothes. Reaching out one strong finger, he ran it over her, tracing down her slit and between her legs. She gasped, feeling every muscle in her body tighten. Pressing more firmly, he pet her, pressing the material against her until it was damp. She whimpered in frustration as he found her aching bead of flesh, pushing it back and forth until her thighs began to tremble. Hooking his thumbs inside the offending undergarment, he quickly had it down her legs and off of her. Then his mouth was there, covering her, and he was sucking at her flesh with strong, hard pulls.
She cried out and felt the fingers of one hand reach up to brush her mouth. She took his cue, covering her mouth with her own hand to stifle her cries.
The heat and the pleasure built inside her, each pull a rhythm that echoed the hammering of her heart. She felt him shift, and her heavy eyes slid open. Looking down, she saw that he'd freed himself and was stroking his own hard flesh in rhythm. The heat flowered open, her world exploding at the sight, and biting into the flesh of her own palm, she felt her body jerk, spasming against his mouth. He groaned into her, the vibrations setting off another series of sharp pulses.
She wanted to beg him to finish it, but in the end, all she could do was lay there in a boneless heap as he grunted, then moved up to lay beside her.
Cradling the side of her face in one big palm, he kissed her.
"Mmm. Thank you," she whispered.
He laughed a little, pulling her tighter against him. "You, sweetheart, are most welcome."