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[undwarfy]

Come here for musebox stuff, PSLs, or post-captcha meme continuation. Put the verse or PSL or whatever in the subject line plz.

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[questionablewit]

"Frequently. And that is rich coming from you." If he wanted her to stop talking, he shouldn't have asked her a question. Though at least it's interspersed by some hitches of breath as his hand wanders towards interesting places ne'er before visited by dwarven man. Beardy hadn't gotten very far in his explorations befor she decided it wasn't going to work. "Though you're finding a few good ways to keep me--distracted."

[undwarfy]

His hand tightened irresistibly in her hair and yanked a little, pulling her head back so he could lean in and bite at her collarbone, kissing a hard line down until he was nosing at the neck of her wraparound tunic. He could undo the tie at the side and let it fall, but his hands were both busy- the other was slowly inching up to her smalls, fingers teasing at the hem, palming her gently.

[questionablewit]

Yanking and biting earn favorable noises; Hawke clearly doesn't mind having things get a bit rough, which should be no surprise to anyone who's ever met her, ever. Though the contrast between the hard kisses and the gentle, teasing fingers lower down was impressive. "You really don't do this like someone who's years out of practice," she manages, shivering.

[undwarfy]

"It's hard to forget," he murmurs against her skin. "Undo that tie. Now."

Once she pulls the tie keeping her tunic closed, the thing falls open, leaving Varric free to bite and nip down her chest until his lips closed around her nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub and teeth grazing.

Farther down, his fingers teased at her smalls, dragging lightly over her slit through the thin fabric. One thumb hooked into the hem, so that the knuckle pressed against her lips. Before long, he had them pushed out of the way, fingers teasing at dark curls.

[questionablewit]

"Yes, messere," she murmured back, with mock timidity. "Whatever you say." Quiet and obedient, that's Hawke, and also she has a bridge to sell you in Antiva.