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"F-fasta vass--"

One hand let go, lifted, found the tie to Varric's hair and quickly fussed it undone so she could slide her fingers into his hair. It was a hell of a pose for her, flexing her back to show off the small mounds of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, the way her back could curve. But that was far from her mind.

What Fenris did do was tighten her fingers in his hair enough to pull him from her neck for the express purpose of pressing her mouth to his. She couldn't remember the last time she'd voluntarily kissed someone, but she wanted it with him so badly. Hungry little sounds escaped her throat as her lips moved against his, the kiss a demanding thing so as to leave no doubt just how much this was welcomed.

He met her with a hungry moan, half from the yank at his hair and half from how badly he wanted to kiss her. Fenris was demanding in how she kissed him, stroking her tongue insistently against his and demanding as passionate a response from him. He answered with a deep, intense kiss, tongue exploring her mouth, moving against hers, teeth nipping at her lip gently.

All the while, his hands kept teasing her, with light, barely-there touches and gentle drags of nails around the outside of her nipples, meant to tighten them, to make them harden, to tease until she couldn't stand it.

When she had to breathe - and she had to, flecks of golden sparkle starting to encroach at the edges of her vision - she pulled back and exhaled a threat that wasn't really a threat at all: "I'm going to cut your smalls off if you don't get them out of the way."

No, that was more of a promise.

But the kiss was only broken for long enough for her to say that. Unfairly, maybe, as it meant that she wasn't giving him much of a chance to do what she asked. Too many conflicting impulses. She wanted him bare, but she wanted the kiss to go on, wanted his hands on her as evidenced by the soft and wanting moans she gave him. There was just so much to want.

Varric was obviously taking her threat very seriously, as evidenced by the way he didn't move even a little bit, but gave a little in his teasing and began to rub her nipples gently.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" He couldn't keep the smugness off his face, as he gave one of them a very gentle pinch.

The sound she made very nearly rang through the small cave, her hand tightening in his hair, her body becoming bowstring tight. It was next thing to a cry of orgasm, and the way she shivered made it plain just how good that felt to her.

She panted afterward - and then she was moving, turning in his arms, coming up to kneel with the coat falling in a half-circle behind her. And, after she raked her nails down his chest, pushing him onto his back, her hands found the hip of his smalls - and she tore through, her eyes seeking, and finding, his.

"That," Fenris purred. "I was saying that I would do that."

He made a sound very like a growl and sat up, pulling her into his lap and holding her in a surprisingly strong grip.

"Fenris," he crooned, mouthing at her collarbone. "Were you not having fun? Shame on me for not noticing. Maybe I shouldn't touch you there anymore."

The growl. The hold. Fenris moaned, arms wrapping around his shoulders, fingers sliding into his hair. "If you stop, I'll hate you forever."

Already in his lap, she squirmed until her legs were very satisfyingly wrapped around his waist and she was holding on to him with every single limb. Oh Maker, this was...

A tiny thread of doubt wove in, though. What if he really did stop touching her? What if he never touched her again? That bit of worry gentled her and made her nuzzle against him, made her hands slide down his back as she beseeched, "Please don't stop, Varric."

Something in her tone gave him pause; he looked at her again through the haze of lust and saw something worried and jarringly pliant. Sure, he liked being in control (mostly), but this felt different. It felt like a side of Fenris he'd never seen before.

It made him put a hand under her chin and tilt her face up to look at him. With a gentle, leading finger, he brought her up to his level for a sweet kiss.

"Just teasing, Fen. Don't worry."

With the kiss and the words, the tightness that had taken her shoulders eased and she leaned into him. It felt...

It felt like when she'd put on his coat. Like warmth settling around her, soothing something she'd not even known had built. The kiss she gave in response was soft - softer than any she'd given yet, and deeper in a way that had nothing to do with tongues and need. He understood. How, she had yet to understand, but that was all right. He understood.

"I do want more," she whispered against his mouth once she felt able. "I do want you inside me before we leave this cave."

And after a pause, Fenris added, "And afterward."

Varric had been to many places and met many people over the course of his life. Kirkwall was the most important port city in the Free Marches, and among the people he'd met in his life, ex-slaves and the downtrodden had numbered among them. Whether escaping from slavery or a Circle, there was something servile and fearful in the heart of anyone who had ever been so brutally caged. Seeing it in Fenris- well, it was a little bit of a surprise, but only in the moment. It made sense, and the last thing he wanted was to see any part of her spark and fire go out.

So he kissed her back, feeling something shift between them, wrapping his arms around her in a way that was both a strong hold and a gentle embrace. Her words grew an outright moan from him, and he leaned his forehead against hers to find the words to answer.

"You want me? You'll get me. Just- be patient. There's no rush. Let me take care of you, would you?"

His meaning was both lustful and tender. She was such a sharp, spiky, defensive, wounded person- but there was very obviously much more to her than that. He wanted to take the time and make her feel good, especially knowing that she had an entire lifetime of pain.

It seemed to be a day for firsts. The first time her skin had stopped hurting. The first time she'd been kissed by a dwarf. And now, the first time she'd ever felt her heart make this strange feeling like a thump inside of her chest. She didn't even know what that meant, but it left her with a feeling like being suspended in midair; something that only faded when she tipped her head just so, brushed their noses together, and then their lips.

Something felt different. She still had no idea what. Maybe time would tell.

But past that, he was right. There wasn't a rush. She wasn't on the run anymore, not really. She wasn't having to look fearfully over her shoulder. She didn't have to worry that he was a plant from Tevinter, or that she was being used. This was, she thought, almost more her idea than his. Or truly more her idea. She was eager for this, wanted it. But that didn't mean it all had to happen now. They had time. An alien idea that she needed to explore.

"All right," she whispered, carding her hands through his hair, cupping his cheeks with tenderness before pressing another warm kiss to his lips.

Varric didn't entirely realize that something had changed. He had felt a rush of protectiveness as soon as she explained about her markings and the pain she lived with. This offer to take care of her was simply a natural extension of that: she lived in constant pain, and he had a chance to show her simple, unencumbered pleasure. She deserved it. Everyone did.

The kiss continued for a while, slow and leisurely, while the hand not wrapped strong around her cupped her breast. He rubbed her nipple gently with soft passes of his thumb, watching her face to drink in her reaction.

"You like that?" he murmured.

"Mmh. Mmhm." She was reluctant to take her mouth from his, but she did. She leaned back so he could have room, so his hands could touch and stroke wherever he wanted, and the reward was... Oh, it was more than worthwhile.

Under the attentions of his thumb, what small amount of hardness her nipple had lost was regained. The other tightened in sympathy. Ever since-- Well, since she'd gained the markings, she'd had to be careful about clothing or contact, and her tunic and breastplate were usually all she could stand. The lyrium was a torment. But Varric's touch had her blood warm, her nerves singing - and, most tellingly, her hips moving against him, even with smalls in the way. "Feels amazing," she sighed, no longer really aware of the air's chill.

She may not have been aware of the chill, but Varric was. Luckily, behind her the small fire had caught and burned merrilly. He reached out with a foot and toed the little pile of kindling and branches they'd set aside into the flames, to stoke them higher. It should prove enough, but he didn't care much.

No, his attention was on her: on worrying that sensitive nub with his thumb, on circling over the hard peak and feeling it perky and sensitive under his touch. He moved his hand so her nipple was between his index and middle fingers, pressing his fingers together with a pressure just shy of pinching. He moved his hand so they toyed with her nipple, pressure and attention both. His other hand came down to do the same to her other breast.

Her breathing, deep and heavy, shifted her chest under his touch. She arched her back - and maybe it was a known pose, but it did show her off nicely. "I should've-- Mm. I should've expected.... The way you looked at me."

Fenris didn't accuse. If anything, it was a tease, even if it wasn't really a good one. She knew what attraction looked like in someone's eyes, and when he'd seen her naked, she'd known she'd caught his interest. She hadn't minded then. She really didn't mind now.

"And I missed the chance to look at you," she lamented then, taking the opportunity while she could, even with the very vivid distraction of his hands. And the appreciation in her gaze, there in the growing firelight, was unmistakable.

He sat back as far as his hands on her would allow. "Feast your eyes, then." If there was some cockiness in his tone, it couldn't be helped. "I'll be here all day, Broody."

As she looked, Varric kept up his ministrations, gently pinching and rolling her nipples in his thumbs and forefingers. Finally he couldn't stand it, and leaned in close again to kiss a line down her chest. He used one hand to coax her to rise up onto her knees, so he could easily mouth at her breast, lavishing gentle, sucking kisses to the very edge of her areola, where the lyrium swirl met sensitive flesh. His other hand continued its work while he teased at her.

While she could, she touched his chest, her fingers trailing through his oft-bragged-about chest hair, lightly grazing his nipples. Her thumbs traced the line of his abs. And then she was holding on to his shoulders, head thrown back when his mouth met her skin. "Ita! Sicut quod!" she gasped, fingers sliding into his hair.

"I-- Mgh, I mean, that's-- Yes, please, like that." Fenris was quick to correct herself, even as her fingers flexed against him. Oh Maker, it could feel like this? How had she never known?

He made a low, hungry sound muffled against her skin and pressed a wet kiss to her sensitive peak, taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking gently, with soft passes of his tongue and slow rasps of teeth. His other hand pinched and twisted gently, trying to draw more sounds from her.

It didn't take very much effort at all. Every little touch got a gasp or a moan or a sigh, or some sort of word of encouragement. A 'yes', a 'please', or his name in a low, purring accent that made her seem more feline than her name let on. And how could she help moving against him, hips rocking against his in slow undulations, her warmth obvious where they pressed together.

That was all the encouragement he needed: he sucked and nipped at her harder, worrying her sensitive little in his teeth while pulling and twisting at the other. His hips rocked against her slightly, as much as he could in the position he was in. Maker's ass, all he wanted was to feel her, to make her feel good, to watch her keep falling apart. He kept going for a few more minutes, then switched sides to lavish attention on the breast he'd neglected, taking the damp, oversensitive, red peak of her other breast in his hand to pinch and tug.

In a word, Fenris was shameless. The more he touched her, the more she moved, the more she rubbed herself against him until, eyes going wide, she shivered into her first orgasm in--

In years.

She tensed in his arms, shivering as it went through her, centered under her lips and against him, where his smalls were in the way - but now the cloth between them was soaked, if it hadn't been before, the fabric's texture having been well-used.

When he felt it ripple through her he wrapped an arm around her and held her close, licking and suckling at her through the aftershocks. By the time she came down, he was pressing gentle sucking kisses to the dip between her breasts, grinding his cock against her. Maker, she was so wet, and they had barely gotten started.

"If that's all it takes, then this is gonna be a fantastic day."

"Fasta vass, I want you inside me," she panted, clinging to Varric, letting her nails scratch down his back. That orgasm was... Maker, it was good, but it had been small. Minor. Enough to whet her appetite but nowhere near enough to sate it. "I need you."

She couldn't be more clear. He was making her needful in ways she'd never felt before. This wasn't something to be tolerated as much as it was to be pursued.

Wonderful trouble indeed.

"We all want things," he murmured conversationally, a low hum escaping him at the nails on his back. His mouth found her collarbone, and then the long, filigreed lines of her throat. "You know what I want?"

His hand came up to her hair, to tilt her head back so he could nibble and kiss at the underside of her jaw.

"To make you come at least two more times before getting inside you."

"...Two?"

She sounded wondering, if anything. Two more, before--

"Before?"

Those two words didn't quite seem to compute. Not together, anyway. Two more, before he got... anything? Fenris shook her head in amazement. "Your willpower is... both strong and confusing, dwarf."

But she softened her words with a caress along his shoulder.

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