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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.

Varric had to stifle another moan at the goddamn noises she was making. At this rate, he had no idea how he would last when he was actually inside her, because Maker knew how responsive and incredible she would be then. Still, he soldiered on- he held her close with his free hand, and kissed her filigreed throat softly, and caught her earlobe in his teeth lightly.

Meanwhile, he began to circle around her sensitive little clit, stroking so gently, so lightly, touching her with something almost like reverence.

If the storm were any quieter, the entire Wounded Coast would've known just what had happened. Thankfully, the thunder outside swallowed the sound of the cry she gave when he touched her. It didn't follow an orgasm, but Maker, it was close.

Fenris was oblivious to how her nails pressed against his skin, how she clung to him as her hips tried to move, as she tried, subconsciously, to move herself onto those teasing fingers. She wanted. She felt needy. More than anything, she wanted to be full.

"Try to hold back," he murmured, voice rough from her nails and her beautiful need. "Don't come just yet. Let it drag out."

His fingers circled her clit slowly, gently. Finding a rhythm that made her moan the loudest. Tighter and tighter circles until he was stroking her clit directly, bracing himself for her reaction.

Her reaction was to obey. She panted, whimpered, made soft, needy moans - and while she forced her hips to be still, she couldn't stop the tension that her entire body held, how it made her shiver against him. Her fingers let go of his shoulders - only for her arms to wrap around him, for her face to bury in his neck. Fenris was helpless and shameless at once, most every exhale a wordless beg.

"That's it," he crooned, not really aware of how desperate she actually was. "Let yourself feel it, let it build."

He sighed against her, caught her ear in his teeth and sucked at it lightly. His hand shifted so his thumb rubbed her clit, and his finger dipped shallowly into her entrance. Shallow, then deeper, and deeper- then he slid two fingers into her at once and fucked her hard and deep, crooking his fingers to reach that spot inside her. His thumb worked at her clit all the while, and he bit at her ear a little harsher.

"Let it build until you can't stand it anymore, until you absolutely have to. Oh, gorgeous, it'll feel so much better- wait until you need it more than breathing, then let yourself go."

"Hnnhh..." Fenris' head tossed back and she said... something. The words were obscured, spoken in a rush, slurred as her fingers found his hair again. At last, he had his fingers inside her and deodamnatus, that felt amazing. It had been a long time - years - since anyone had touched her that way, and she was tight around them. Her muscles squeezed those fingers, clenched around them in an effort to keep them inside, and her efforts to hold her hips still failed.

She truly was coming apart. The attention to her ear, his voice, his fingers, the thumb drawing maddening circles against that most sensitive flesh, and he was telling her to wait. She really was going to come apart.

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