This is a wip I’ve worked off and on with for quite a while. I’d hoped to finish it some day, but I’m not sure if or when that will be. So in the mean time, y’all get what I got. The working title for this was always “Vaxwich” ;D
So Ashley Hawke and Isabela get into some smutty mischief and eventually @latefortevinter‘s Vaxus Trevelyan joins the… uhhh, party?
Smut, but probably not as explicit as the Anika/Agar one was :p
“Mmm, you’re right. Those sheets you had in Kirkwall were lumpy rags compared to these.”
Hawke snorted. “Well you don’t have to insult me!”
Isabela shifted around on the bed, rolling to her stomach to look up at Hawke. A wide grin painted across her lips. “Oh, sweet thing,” she cooed. “You’re so feisty today.”
Hawke huffed at her, trying - poorly so - to hide a smile of her own. Isabela flipped over onto her back, wiggling against the soft blanket and tipping her head to look back at Hawke.
“Can we give them a spin?”
A knowing, playful smirk tugged at Hawke’s lips. “A spin? I’m afraid you’ll need to be more specific than that.”
Isabela rolled her eyes, jutting her tongue out at the other woman. “Don’t play coy with me, you know exactly what I mean.”
She hummed in thought, arms folded across her chest as she rocked back and forth on her toes. “And what do we do if the ‘all mighty’ Herald returns from his meeting to find us?”
“I don’t know, ask him to join us?” Isabela shrugged.
Hawke relaxed her arms, dropping her to knees to plant a kiss on Isabela’s chin. “Good enough for me.”
Several minutes and all their clothing later the inevitable did, of course, occur. A low whistle wafted up from the door into the room followed by a gently hummed melody, footfalls even as the Inquisitor ascended the steps to his room.
With her head tucked between Isabela’s legs, Hawke hardly noticed the approaching owner of the room. Her fingers curled over Isabela’s thigh, her only purchase as her tongue worked in overdrive at the Rivaini woman’s clit. Isabela groaned, fingers wound through Hawke’s hair.
“Ashley,” she panted. She wiggled her hips; the other woman didn’t slow. “Hawke!” Her voice came low and rough, in spite of her desire to catch the woman’s attention.
Finally pausing, Hawke let out an annoyed huff, looking up the length of Isabela’s body. The pirate wasn’t looking at her, however. Her brow furrowed as she followed Isabela’s gaze.
“Vaxus,” she squeaked. She then cleared her throat, licking her lips once before offering a cheeky smile.
Isabela leaned back, grinning broadly at him. “My, my, what a pleasant surprise.”
He tipped his head ever so slightly, arching a brow. “Surprise?” He blinked, glancing around. “This is my room…”
“Is it?” Isabela blinked, looking around herself. “So it is!”
Hawke giggled, still nestled between Isabela’s legs. “It’d be an awful shame to waste this opportunity, don’t you think?”
“It, uh…” He stared at them, mouth still hung open.
“He is cute.” Isabela gave him a lecherous grin. She nudged Hawke’s back with her toe, flicking her eyes down to her for just a moment.
She shoot a quick glance at Isabela, but slithered away from her and off the bed. A bright pink had risen up over Vaxus’ cheeks, the color even beginning to dance up to the tips of his ears. Hawke curled her fingers around the sides of his outer jacket, grinning at him. Leaning in for a kiss, she pushed his jacket away and down his arms. Slowly, Vaxus began to help, fingers dancing over buttons and buckles even as he continued to swallow Hawke’s soft moans into his mouth.
Isabela purred from the bed as she watched them, Hawke’s hands roving over Vaxus as piece by piece of clothing fell away. She shifted up onto her knees and tipped her head as she watched, leering at the two as Hawke finished stripping Vaxus down. The kiss broke off with Hawke letting out a girlish giggle, taking one of his hands to pull him closer to the bed with her.
“That’s better,” Isabela cooed. “Now, your turn or my turn first?”
Hawke blinked at her. “For?” she drawled out.
The pirate huffed. “Are you going to blow him first, or me?”
Realization hit Hawke, her face shifting a slight shade of red. “I should have known,” she muttered to herself, then cleared her throat. “Right then. Your idea, you do the honors.”
Vaxus let out an awkward cough, a frown touchinng the corners of his mouth. “I’m right here, you know.”
“Hush and enjoy yourself, sweet thing.” Isabela smirked at him as she shifted in front of him, snagging him in for a kiss first and foremost.
