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She has a point. Reluctant though he may be to admit it, she has a really, really good point. Varric doesn't trust anyone in this forsaken city to be gentle with his Firefly- but the fact that he just thought of her as his might indicate that this shit is all about to get a lot more complicated.

"Listen, Firefly," he begins slowly. "There's something I need to know- do you, y'know, actually feel attraction? Have you ever wanted someone?"

"Physically, you mean?"

She has to think on that. "I am unsure if I would recognize it if I did. I do not have any cravings for sex like most mortals do. I do not have the instinct."

She folds her hands on the bed, resting her head in them as she stares at Varric, never blinking. "I do not know if I can ever feel the same way mortals can, but I do trust you, Varric. And I have great affection for you. If I am to experiment with anyone, I would be pleased to do it with you."

That made him smile and lay a hand over his heart semi-dramatically. "Aw, Firefly, you'll make me blush. I'm all a-flutter."

Sarcastic though his words were, he felt genuinely flattered. Varric knew damn well how few people she trusted. He took her hand and kissed the back of it gently, then looked at her, still holding it.

"Just promise me one thing. If there's anything we're doing that you don't like, let me know."

His lips feel soft on her hand. She turns her hand in his, daring to cup his cheek, drawing her thumb along the stubble along his jaw. "Have you ever known me to keep my thoughts to myself, Varric?" It's said dryly, though she respects the fact that he's simply trying to be good to her.

She's never touched a mortal so intimately. The closest she's gotten have been embraces, and even then, she can count the number of mortals she's hugged on one hand.

But it still feels like she should do something. "Is this the part where I am meant to kiss you?" Forgive her, Varric. She'll need to be walked through this a bit.

He smiles against her hand, relishing the feel of soft skin on his.

"Yeah," he answers softly, finally almost content that this might not be an actual dumpster fire. Once he gets over himself a little and actually looks at her, she really is- shockingly gorgeous. Something in him stirs in excitement at the thought of doing this. Shit, he hasn't been thinking about this all along, has he?

Whatever. No point getting weird about it now. He leans in and brushes his lips very lightly against hers.

Kissing is definitely strange, but not unpleasant. His lips are softer than she would have expected, and his stubble scrapes very gently against her skin. She doesn't have to breathe when she's not speaking, but she feels his breath on her face, and it reminds her that mortals are always breathing.

She's in her head as she takes in the experience with the same attentive curiosity as she takes in any new mortal experience. She doesn't try to take control, content to let Varric show her how this works and what he prefers to do before she tries to do anything. The only thing she does is drape an arm over his shoulder, shifting closer to him.

Varric leads the kiss slowly, letting her get used to each new step before he proceeds. First it's simply a kiss, then he has a hand to her cheek. They kiss chastely for a minute before he deepens it, parting his lips as his tongue gently laps at her, requesting entrance. From there he strokes his tongue against hers, gentle, showing her how it's done until he's confident she's got the general idea.

He's content to stay like this for a while, but after a few minutes he puts a hand at her waist and shifts her closer on the bed. From there he isn't sure what he should do next- should he lie down and take her with him, or lay her down, or lie down next to her and embrace side-by-side? He doesn't want to pressure her or do something she won't be comfortable with, so he contents himself with kissing her sitting up, drawing her a bit closer, encouraging her to put her other arm around his shoulders as well.

Justice is an attentive student. She pays attention to what Varric does, and she gradually begins to copy him. The tongue is new--it's also an interesting sensation, not harsh but insistent and demanding her attention.

Yes, she doubts she'd particularly enjoy this with someone she didn't know. She can taste his thoughts and wrongdoings and suffering on his lips, but she is already intimately familiar with all of them from the time she's spent with him. They're not distracting; just a part of who he is.

She can also sense his hesitation, so she lies down, tugging him with her as her hand begins to wander curiously down his chest, curling in the hair there.

Varric usually doesn't make much noise in bed, but in a way he's trying to teach her- to teach her, through response, what feels good and what sorts of things she should keep doing. So when her hand wanders down his chest, he makes a very soft, pleased sort of hum, just enough that she would hear it.

The position is a good one; it lets him wrap his arms around her and pull her closer, kissing her deeper. It lets him focus on the sensations, on noticing any reactions she might have. He deepens the kiss and catches her lip in his teeth, nipping lightly. Then he tilts her head up gently and presses a slow, languid kiss to her neck. It's followed with another, this time with gently scraping teeth, soothing the spot with his tongue after.

The noises are appreciated. They're helpful teaching tools, and she makes mental notes of what seems to make him make noise and what doesn't.

And then he kisses her neck. She doesn't expect it to feel as good as it does--her skin seems suddenly hyper sensitive, and the light touches of his teeth and tongue are more sensual than a proper bite. It surprises a little noise out of her, something soft and from deep in her throat as she scrapes her nails down his chest. Still, she remains firmly in her head, critically examining her own sensations and his reactions.

He makes a noise that's half-growl when she scratches him, and nips her skin a little harder, sucking a mark into that pale, unblemished skin.

"Stop thinking so much, Firefly," he murmurs into her neck, moving up to a pulse point in front of her ear. His hand is slowly creeping down her shoulder, easing one sleeve off her shoulder and pushing the neck of her shirt down.

Being undressed isn't a strange idea for her--honestly, it had taken a while for Anders to impress upon her the importance of clothes that aren't part of armor--but being undressed by someone else is a little odd. It's close. He's very close, and he's touching her more than even Anders has. It's an odd experience.

When Varric talks to her, she makes a small curious noise in the back of her throat. "How am I meant to experience it if I do not think about it?"

He's not wearing a shirt, so she can't pull him out of it. So instead, she just keeps scraping her nails on his skin, because he seems to like that. Every motion and sensation is examined carefully, still all too conscious of Isabela's accusations earlier.

"Sex isn't about thinking," Varric says against her skin, letting some humor creep into his tone. "Trust me, if it was, there'd be a lot less of it- and a lot less bullshit in the world."

He trusts that she's seen enough of humanity to know he's right. People rarely seem to put real thought into their sexual decisions.

"It's about feeling."

The sleeve of her dress was off her shoulder, the laces in the front undone. He gently cupped her breast in one hand, brushing his calloused thumb over her nipple while his teeth nipped at her ear.

Justice doesn't really get it. How can she do this without thinking about it? She feels a little like she's fumbling with something she understands but doesn't quite get--which honestly is just her life in the mortal realm.

And then he cups her breast and fondles her nipple, all while scraping his teeth on her ear. A shiver shudders through her spine, utterly involuntary, and another little noise escapes her, soft and breathy as her nerves spark and an unfamiliar feeling warms in her gut. She settles against the cushions, curiously leaning forward and beginning to pepper kisses on Varric's neck.

Oh, he likes that noise. He likes it very much. So much, in fact, that he touches her with purpose, fingers stroking and caressing both breasts. He can't reach her with his mouth anymore, not while she's kissing his neck, but he can't bring himself to be upset about that. She's learning, and judging by the way her nipples pebble under his touch, she's feeling, too.

She's still in her head, unfamiliar with paying so much attention to the sensations of her body outside of battle. It's a weird experience for someone who's so used to being utterly divorced from physical form, and the foreignness of the feelings are keeping her from getting completely into the moment.

But that doesn't stop her from exploring this new thing. Varric seems to like her breasts, which is good because she likes him touching them. The stubble on his neck is rough against her lips, but she starts scraping her teeth against his skin, imitating what he had done before with his mouth.

He makes a quiet, pleased sound and keeps touching her with one hand, trying to draw out more of those delicious noises. His other hand starts to wander, gliding over her waist, her hips, the curve of her ass. As much as he would like to keep removing clothing immediately, his upstairs brain still thinks it’s best to go slow.

That doesn’t stop him from copping a feel, though. Her ass really is fantastic.

It's odd to be touched on the ass, and she makes a small surprised noise in the back of her throat. Any man who considered trying to grope her before was usually quickly dissuaded by the glowing and the excessive amounts of armor and pointy bits.

He likes her ass and her breasts. She should make a note of that. She tries to imitate him, to draw her hand down to his ass as well, assuming that what he's doing to her, he'd probably like to have done to him.

A tiny chuckle escapes; it feels good, to be sure, but he's also incredibly charmed by her style of exploration. Maker's breath, but this promises to be an experience like no other.

He rolls her onto her back and kisses a line down her neck, mouthing at her collarbone, kissing down her chest. His mouth closes over a nipple while his fingers roll and gently pinch at the other. That sound- that breathy little gasp- Varric wants to hear it again. Badly.

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