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Firsts - DRAGON AGE 2 - FemHawke/Sebastian
Hawke pulled off her boots and stockings, watching as Brutus surged into the surf ahead of them.
The plan was simple: just a quick dip into the waters of the Waking Sea.
The idea had been brewing since the day they'd arrived here at the Wounded Coast and Sebastian had declared that it was the very first time he'd seen the ocean. It had been so oppressively hot for so long. Snow and drawn out cold season aside, summers in Ferelden were generally mild, and Hawke was still trying to adjust.
Fenris and Isabela helped round out their little group. Hawke found herself taking the white haired elf nearly everywhere lately. His skills as a warrior were invaluable when they ran into trouble, and for whatever reason, Hawke found that having him around helped dull the pain of Carver's absence. They didn't exactly see eye to eye, but he was still very charming despite their differences.
And Isabela; Hawke would like to think that the woman's close combat tactics were the main reason why she was here, but in all honesty, Isabela just made everything more fun. She'd grown very close to the worldy woman over the years, and she knew that beneath her carefree exterior lay a surprising amount of wisdom and a wealth of life experience.
Hawke's eyes widened a bit as Fenris pulled his chestpiece over his head, leaving him surprisingly bare underneath. She had to force herself to look away from his chest; for all that his markings bothered him, Hawke found them beautiful and she noted with no small amount of fascination that they spread down his sides and across the very top of his pectorals.
Isabela shucked down to her small clothes, and Hawke was mildly surprised to see the dusky skinned woman's breast binding. To see her fully clothed, you'd never know she wore such a thing. Although, what Isabela normally wore probably would have covered less than Hawke's current ensemble.
Hawke was now wearing only a thin tunic over her smalls. Good thing her robes consisted of so many layers.
Sebastian took longer than anyone to remove his armor, and watching him undress was a slow tease. He had the unabashed confidence of most men, efficiently stripping down to his trousers without care. Hawke felt her breath hitch as she got her very first look at his muscular upper body.
He even had attractive feet.
And of course, he could swim like a fish. They all could.
Hawke waded out, letting the water come up to her knees. She hesitated, wrapping her bare arms around herself. Her eyes swung from Fenris, whose smooth backstroke was currently being interrupted by Isabela's splashing, to Brutus, who paddled about in circles, his tongue lolling happily out of his mouth.
Sebastian gave a sound of pleasure as he began floating on his back. "Maker, it's been hot. This feels incredible." Noticing that she had yet to join them in the water, he moved upright, treading water. "What's the matter?"
She moved in a few steps, stopping when she was submerged to her chest. Her cheeks burned as she muttered, "I... I can't swim."
"Really?" he asked, moving closer.
"Yes," she answered sharply, feeling incredibly embarrassed. Softening her tone, she explained, "We lived inland. There was Lake Calenhad, but nobody swims there."
"Here," taking her hand, he slowly led her out with him, deeper and deeper until she could no longer touch bottom.
One hand clung to his and with the other arm she tried desperately to emulate Sebastian's strong stroke.
It had seemed like such a good idea. Now Hawke berated herself as a fool. It was terrifying. "What if there's something swimming in the water with us? Maker! Who knows what matter of evil snakes or toothy fishes reside in here!"
Starting to panic, Hawke's head bobbed below the surface. If there were dangerous things in these waters, thrashing about was probably the worst course of action, but she couldn't seem to help herself.
"Hawke," Sebastian turned her into his chest, pulling her up against him. "Shh. Don't be afraid."
A rush of goosebumps covered her flest. She could feel his body, his skin slick and warm, and the beat of his heart through his chest. Below, she could feel every inch of him through their wet clothing.
And suddenly the world was perfect.
He held her, making her feel safe. When she'd relaxed enough, he started to swim, pulling her smoothly through the water with him.
The hours seemed to pass with incredible swiftness. At one point, she heard Isabela laugh, and glancing over, Hawke saw that the other woman must have slapped a veritable wave of ocean over poor Fenris. His hair was drenched, clinging to his skull in a soaking white mass. His black brows met over narrowed eyes, and placing a hand on the top of Isabela's head, he pushed her under.
Isabela's screeching and laughter faded, and all Hawke could hear was the sound of the waves, and Sebastian's soft voice. Now that it wasn't quite as scary, the water felt lovely, relaxing her muscles until her eyes drifted closed.
She never wanted the day to end.
But eventually, reality intruded: they'd lingered long enough. Her skin was pruney and she was probably sunburned. Heading back toward land, she felt the first happy stretches of sand meet her toes. She could touch soon. Sebastian held her elbow until the reached the shore, his tender smile lighting up his entire face.
"We'll have to drip-dry," Isabela said, flashing a toothy grin. Hawke hadn't even noticed the others join them. They stood on the shore dripping water with chattering teeth. Brutus gave a great shake, managing to hit them all with castoff dog drippings, and they groaned in unison.
"Next time, that dog stays behind," Fenris griped.
They needed to do this more often.

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Firsts - DRAGON AGE 2 - FemHawke/Sebastian
Hawke pulled off her boots and stockings, watching as Brutus surged into the surf ahead of them.
The plan was simple: just a quick dip into the waters of the Waking Sea.
The idea had been brewing since the day they'd arrived here at the Wounded Coast and Sebastian had declared that it was the very first time he'd seen the ocean. It had been so oppressively hot for so long. Snow and drawn out cold season aside, summers in Ferelden were generally mild, and Hawke was still trying to adjust.
Fenris and Isabela helped round out their little group. Hawke found herself taking the white haired elf nearly everywhere lately. His skills as a warrior were invaluable when they ran into trouble, and for whatever reason, Hawke found that having him around helped dull the pain of Carver's absence. They didn't exactly see eye to eye, but he was still very charming despite their differences.
And Isabela; Hawke would like to think that the woman's close combat tactics were the main reason why she was here, but in all honesty, Isabela just made everything more fun. She'd grown very close to the worldy woman over the years, and she knew that beneath her carefree exterior lay a surprising amount of wisdom and a wealth of life experience.
Hawke's eyes widened a bit as Fenris pulled his chestpiece over his head, leaving him surprisingly bare underneath. She had to force herself to look away from his chest; for all that his markings bothered him, Hawke found them beautiful and she noted with no small amount of fascination that they spread down his sides and across the very top of his pectorals.
Isabela shucked down to her small clothes, and Hawke was mildly surprised to see the dusky skinned woman's breast binding. To see her fully clothed, you'd never know she wore such a thing. Although, what Isabela normally wore probably would have covered less than Hawke's current ensemble.
Hawke was now wearing only a thin tunic over her smalls. Good thing her robes consisted of so many layers.
Sebastian took longer than anyone to remove his armor, and watching him undress was a slow tease. He had the unabashed confidence of most men, efficiently stripping down to his trousers without care. Hawke felt her breath hitch as she got her very first look at his muscular upper body.
He even had attractive feet.
And of course, he could swim like a fish. They all could.
Hawke waded out, letting the water come up to her knees. She hesitated, wrapping her bare arms around herself. Her eyes swung from Fenris, whose smooth backstroke was currently being interrupted by Isabela's splashing, to Brutus, who paddled about in circles, his tongue lolling happily out of his mouth.
Sebastian gave a sound of pleasure as he began floating on his back. "Maker, it's been hot. This feels incredible." Noticing that she had yet to join them in the water, he moved upright, treading water. "What's the matter?"
She moved in a few steps, stopping when she was submerged to her chest. Her cheeks burned as she muttered, "I... I can't swim."
"Really?" he asked, moving closer.
"Yes," she answered sharply, feeling incredibly embarrassed. Softening her tone, she explained, "We lived inland. There was Lake Calenhad, but nobody swims there."
"Here," taking her hand, he slowly led her out with him, deeper and deeper until she could no longer touch bottom.
One hand clung to his and with the other arm she tried desperately to emulate Sebastian's strong stroke.
It had seemed like such a good idea. Now Hawke berated herself as a fool. It was terrifying. "What if there's something swimming in the water with us? Maker! Who knows what matter of evil snakes or toothy fishes reside in here!"
Starting to panic, Hawke's head bobbed below the surface. If there were dangerous things in these waters, thrashing about was probably the worst course of action, but she couldn't seem to help herself.
"Hawke," Sebastian turned her into his chest, pulling her up against him. "Shh. Don't be afraid."
A rush of goosebumps covered her flest. She could feel his body, his skin slick and warm, and the beat of his heart through his chest. Below, she could feel every inch of him through their wet clothing.
And suddenly the world was perfect.
He held her, making her feel safe. When she'd relaxed enough, he started to swim, pulling her smoothly through the water with him.
The hours seemed to pass with incredible swiftness. At one point, she heard Isabela laugh, and glancing over, Hawke saw that the other woman must have slapped a veritable wave of ocean over poor Fenris. His hair was drenched, clinging to his skull in a soaking white mass. His black brows met over narrowed eyes, and placing a hand on the top of Isabela's head, he pushed her under.
Isabela's screeching and laughter faded, and all Hawke could hear was the sound of the waves, and Sebastian's soft voice. Now that it wasn't quite as scary, the water felt lovely, relaxing her muscles until her eyes drifted closed.
She never wanted the day to end.
But eventually, reality intruded: they'd lingered long enough. Her skin was pruney and she was probably sunburned. Heading back toward land, she felt the first happy stretches of sand meet her toes. She could touch soon. Sebastian held her elbow until the reached the shore, his tender smile lighting up his entire face.
"We'll have to drip-dry," Isabela said, flashing a toothy grin. Hawke hadn't even noticed the others join them. They stood on the shore dripping water with chattering teeth. Brutus gave a great shake, managing to hit them all with castoff dog drippings, and they groaned in unison.
"Next time, that dog stays behind," Fenris griped.
They needed to do this more often.