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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.

"Willpower?" Now it was his turn to pull away and look at her. The hand in her hair came down to caress her cheek, cupping her face gently.

"What ever happened to 'giving a beautiful woman orgasms is one of the hottest fucking things in the world'? Can't that be an option?"

As flip as the words were, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and the three dots there, with a certain tenderness that belied his words. The fact that she seemed to genuinely not understand why he'd want to get her off again was incredibly sad, and obviously needed his immediate attention.

Beautiful?

It occurred to her to say something back. Something lightly sarcastic and teasing, but instead, whether or not it was visible in the firelight, her cheeks reddened and she glanced away with shyness.

He thought she was beautiful. Her, with her stick-thin figure, her uneven hair, the markings that had been forced onto her. And he...

Fenris lifted her head to kiss him, all confusion and sincerity at once. She'd never wanted to kiss someone more than she did him in that moment.

Well, wasn't that adorable. The spiky, glowing, broody murder elf blushed and got shy like any other girl. He kissed her back, sweet and sincere right up until he pinched her ass.

Listen, he was still a rogue. He couldn't be all sweet.

Fenris swatted his shoulder, smirking against his mouth. "Ruin the moment, hm." But she was still smiling, still pressing her lips to his jaw and his cheek in light kisses - up until she bit his earlobe over his earring and gave it a suck.

That drew a rough gasp that had him leaning into her and groaning. He held her tighter and slid a hand slowly down her stomach, resting between her legs and simply... laying over her mound lightly. Before going further, he wanted to give her a bit to- well, to do whatever she wanted to him.

But that hand was distraction enough. Her stomach had touched his chest, but the whorls further down hadn't touched his skin at all - not until then. The sudden cessation of pain was enough to make her moan. The intimate contact had her pressing her face against him, lips parted in shameless lust. "Varric...!"

He chuckled and reached down even farther with two fingers, running a light touch over her lips. There were more markings down there, he was sure of it, and Varric made sure to follow them with the lightest touch of his fingertip while kissing her. Then he dragged a fingertip over her slit, teasing her with the barest hint of a real touch.

He wasn't wrong. The markings were thorough, though not so intense as they could have been. Still, his touch both soothed and thrilled and had her making soft sounds of want at his ear. Just his finger brushing over her was enough that he could surely feel her wetness, slick and ready, and she couldn't stop the movement of her hips against that tease. Fenris started to say something in Tevene, but she cut it off halfway, replacing it with, "--Please..!"

The sound he made was low and hungry; maybe it wasn't his best aspect, but something about hearing her plead stoked the fire in his belly. "Since you asked so nicely, gorgeous..."

With a slow kiss, he parted her lips with his fingers and stroked her gently, moaning a little at her wetness. It made it very easy to stroke two fingers against her, to tease at her entrance gently, to pet and touch everywhere he could, exploring, getting to know every fold of her- except for the one place she wanted him to touch most.

Oh, his fingers felt good. His touch felt...

She didn't have words. All of this felt like nothing else ever had. The lack of pain magnified every good feeling, every jolt of sensation, every tingling shiver that went through her. At this rate, how was she going to stand it when he actually touched that one sensitive spot, how was she going to hold together when he filled her?

Moaning at just the thought, Fenris clung to his shoulders. She was going to come apart at the seams and Maker above, she wanted it.

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