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TITLE: A Tale of Two Mothers

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragon Age 2 or any characters from it. No profit is being made.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Hawke/Merill

NOTE: As much as I like Bioware games (and I like them a lot), they don't really inspire me to write a lot of fic. Somehow I'm getting the feeling Dragon Age 2 might be different. Then again, it might not be. My inspiration is rather fickle.

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Merrill walked up the stairs to Hawke's... to her... to their bedroom with heavy feet. Evening was creeping over Hightown, but unlike in Lowtown or the Dalish camps, the evening didn't bring too much darkness with it. Torchlight shone through the high windows, which normally made the mansion look kind of cozy, but tonight only made the shadows seem deeper.

The problem, Merrill reflected as she reached the landing and headed for the bedroom door, was certainty. She wasn't certain about anything very much. Of course, she'd never been very certain about things a lot of times, but they usually the kind of things she was happy not being certain about. She wasn't happy about being uncertain now. The fact that she was actually quite certain didn't really help.

Merrill quietly entered the bedroom and saw Hawke sitting at her desk. She was writing in her diary, or had been. The moment she'd entered the room, Hawke's quill stopped and she turned in her chair. She smiled and the doubt in Merrill's chest faded, leaving only the light of certainty.

She took a deep breath. She'd practised for this. Sort of. She'd run it through her head a lot of times, anyway. The important thing was to not just blurt anything out.

"I want to have your baby."

Of course, there was a bit of a difference between not wanting to blurt something out and not actually blurting it out. Merrill had never really mastered the trick.

A puzzled look crossed Hawke's face, though her smile remained. "Excuse me?"

Merril turned away and started pacing. "That is... I mean..."

She stopped. She'd meant exactly was she'd said. The last few years hadn't been too kind to her to anyone else for that matter. There'd been that business with the Qunari for one thing. And the situation between the templars and the mages seemed to be getting worse every day. Then there were all those ignored elves in the Alienage or the troubles of her own clan which she could do nothing about.

But even with all of that, Hawke was there; a shining beacon in the darkness.

Merrill kneeled in front of Hawke and took her hands.

"I love you, ma vhenan," she said. "And I want to start a family with you. Provided you want to as well, of course. I mean, it wouldn't be right if you didn't feel like starting a family, but were going along with out of some sense of obligation or something. That'd just be terrible. I'd never..." She stopped and sighed. "Sorry. Babbling again. I always do that when I get nervous and, as you can imagine, I'm quite... Sorry."

"I don't mind," Hawke replied. "But are you really sure?"

Merrill looked up into Hawke's eyes. There was really only one answer to give.

"Yes. I'm sure. About this, anyway."

Hawke smiled again, but this time there was something impish about her. "And would you like to start trying right now?"

"What do you...? Oh. Oh! Yes. Of course. I mean, I wouldn't ask otherwise, would I?"

Hawke stood up and pulled Merrill to her feet as she did so. Merrill soon found herself in Hawke's embrace and felt her nervousness leaving her.

"I never really thought about starting a family of my own," Hawke said quietly. "There were always more important things to worry about. Until I met you."

"Ma vhenan..." Merrill whispered.

Hawke chuckled. "You know, one of these days you really ought to tell me what that actually means."

"Oh, I don't think I will," Merrill said, looking up into Hawke's eyes. "A good relationship needs a bit of mystery, doesn't it? Besides, I think you can guess."

"Mmm. Maybe I can."

It was difficult to say who moved first. Perhaps Merrill reached up, perhaps Hawke leaned down. Whatever the case, their lips met halfway. Hawke was a surprising kisser, though probably most of the surprise was because Merrill didn't actually have much experience kissing people other than Hawke. Or any experience for that matter. But for someone as competent and as strong as Hawke, her kiss was very soft. Or perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps all strong humans kissed with a gentleness that would wrap her in warmth and fill her with tenderness and excitement at the same time.

But probably not.

As their kiss lengthened it intensified and deepened. Their lips parted almost at the same time and Merrill's tongue briefly met Hawke's. She could still remember the first Hawke had used her tongue in a kiss because it was one of those unfortunate memories that were hard to forget. She'd shrieked and jumped away. Now she accepted her tongue easily, danced with it merrily. Kissing Hawke was a habit that had become an instinct.

But while part of Merrill wanted to melt into Hawke's arms and kiss her forever, another part of her had other plans. Or if not plans, then at least some very strong ideas. She pulled away and kissed Hawke on the neck. Hawke leaned into her when she did so. She always did. Without her lips leaving Hawke's sensitive neck, Merrill's hands began roaming across Hawke's body, carefully undoing her garments. There wasn't much to it. Sometimes it seemed to her Hawke had chosen her clothes based on how easily they could be undone by a romantic partner. Within moments, Hawke's clothes slid off her shoulders and landed in a little pile around her ankles. Some rather longer moments later, Merrill had managed to rid Hawke of her bra as well.

With Hawke's entire upper body now exposed, Merrill lowered herself onto her knees. She'd planned to do so swiftly, but soon found herself distracted. Hawke's breasts were just so beautiful. All of her was beautiful, of course, but Merrill had a particular fondness for her breasts. She couldn't just move down Hawke's naked body and not kiss them. So she didn't.

Hawke sighed softly, happily, when Merrill's lips met her bare skin. It was only a small sound, but it flowed through Merrill's entire body, filling her with warmth. Heartened by this, Merrill kissed Hawke's breasts all over, letting her lips caress her skin here, flicking the tip of her tongue against her there, sucking lightly on her curves. Hawke's sighs turned to moans, barely audible in the quiet room, and Merrill saw Hawke's chest beginning to heave as her breathing thickened with growing lust.

Merrill's traveling mouth eventually traveled to one of Hawke's nipples. She circled it quickly with her tongue, then closed her lips around it. Hawke hissed between her teeth when Merrill flicked it with her tongue, then groaned when she sucked. Hawke's moans grew louder as she suckled her breast and the erotic noise filled Merrill's sharp ears. The sound reverberated through her body, making Hawke's lust her own. Merrill felt herself growing hotter, arousal filling her body, becoming ever more ready for her.

Feeling as though her body was on fire, Merrill left Hawke's breasts and made her further down her body. Hawke's moans subsided and she panted in an effort to regain her breath. Not that Merrill was about to let her, of course. She moved swiftly down onto her knees and hooked her fingers into Hawke's panties. A smile spread across her face when she noticed just how big the woman's bulge already was.

Merrill still remember that first time, years ago. Hawke had seemed uncharacteristically nervous at first, then confused when Merrill failed to really respond the moment she'd fully exposed herself. She'd wondered why Merrill wasn't surprised that she was differently equipped and she'd explained to her that she didn't realize she was. For all she knew all human women were so equipped. Hawke had kissed her then, as passionately as it had been spontaneous.

Merrill slid Hawke's panties down her legs and watched the woman's cock spring free. She was already fully erect, pointing rigidly upwards. Merrill couldn't help but giggle at the sight. She really liked how easy it was to see just how turned on Hawke was. All she had to do was look at the state of her erection. And, Merrill added to herself with a twinge of naughty pride, Hawke always had an erection whenever she was in the room with her. Maybe not much of one when she was really busy with something else, but Merrill had never seen her actually flaccid, had never seen anything less than a definite hint of bulge under clothes. The whole thing kind of made her regret that she didn't have a penis as well. She'd like Hawke to have a kind of visual indicator of how turned on she always was around her. Then again, Hawke didn't really seem to need an indicator. Somehow she always just knew.

Hawke gasped when Merrill leaned forward and kissed the tip of her shaft and the small sound filled her with light. The elf's lips parted and she let her tongue slide down Hawke's length. Merrill could feel the aroused tremor running through her love's body and her lustful moans filled her sharp ears again. They nurtured the desire growing within her own body until it bloomed and also made her really want to feel Hawke's cock inside of her. But she wasn't yet willing to deprive Hawke from her pleasure long enough to shift positions. Instead, Merrill enthusiastically lapped at Hawke's shaft, making it glisten with trails of her saliva and teasing ever louder moans from Hawke's lips.

Merril slowly dragged her tongue from the very base of Hawke's cock all the way to its purple head, flicking the tip with the sharp tip of her tongue before taking her into her mouth. Hawke groaned with pleasure the moment Merrill's lips closed around her shaft and she sucked on her while her tongue drew quick circles around her. Merrill felt Hawke grip her hair, but didn't seem inclined to do anything other than hold on lightly. Without prompting or direction, Merrill happily kept sucking on Hawke's erection, her head bobbing up and down as her lips slid up and down the full length of her member. Hawke's moans grew in intensity, telling the elf that her pleasure was getting close to overwhelming. Merrill's only response was to work on her even harder. There was something very naughty, direct and yet somehow intimate about having Hawke fill her mouth as she came, much more so than when she came on or in any other part of her.

But it wasn't going to happen tonight, apparently. Hawke suddenly increased her grip on Merrill's hair and pulled her away from her. Her cock bobbed up and down a few times when it left the elf's mouth, shaking a few stray drops of saliva and precum free. Merrill looked up at Hawke's face and into her lust-darkened eyes.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked.

"No," Hawke breathed. "Not at all. But... didn't you... have other plans?"

"Oh yes," Merrill replied. She smiled awkwardly. "I kind of forgot, to tell you the truth."

"I didn't."

Hawke let go of Merrill's hair, took her hands and pulled her up to her feet. She kissed her briefly, but quickly moved to strip Merrill of her clothes. It didn't take long. Merrill had chosen her clothes for the evening based on how easily Hawke could remove them, after all. Within moments she was in Hawke's embrace again, but this time there was no cloth barrier between their bodies. Merrill reveled in the feel of her strong arms holding her, her bare breasts brushing against her own, even the hard and kind of sticky feeling of her cock pressing against her stomach. But especially the feel of lips when she kissed her again.

Merrill found herself lifted off her feet and carried to the bed where Hawke laid her down carefully on her back. Hawke remained standing for a while longer and Merrill felt her gaze move down her slender, naked body. There was a look on the woman's face Merrill had seen before, but couldn't quite place. Hawke reached out to her and her fingertips moved lightly across her bare skin, leaving lines of aroused fire. Then she returned from wherever her mind had been and grinned. It was the kind of grin that would've made Isabela proud if she'd been there to see it and it made Merrill shiver with erotic anticipation.

Hawke gently spread Merrill's legs and placed herself between them. Merrill held her breath involuntarily, her eyes fixated on Hawke's face as she leaned in towards her. Merrill's exhale came as a moan the moment she felt Hawke's lips lightly brushing against her wet pussy. Her slender fingers gripped the bedsheets tightly and her entire body squirmed with pleasure while Hawke slowly, leisurely rained kisses on her folds.

Merrill's back arched and she screamed wordlessly when she felt the tip of Hawke's tongue move up and flick her clit. The tiny gesture sent pleasure roaring through her delicate body. She barely noticed Hawke kissing her way down her pussy again, lapping at her slit. Barely, but still more than anything else other than pleasure. With a few well-placed licks and kisses, Hawke had managed to envelop her in lust and send her to beautiful, erotic heights. It was a skill she'd been happy to learn and still she seemed eager to improve, to learn how to please her that much better.

Wrapped in glorious sensation, it took Merrill a while to notice Hawke was no longer licking her pussy. Instead, she'd moved more or less on top of her body and Merrill slowly became aware of the tip of Hawke's cock pressing against her entrance, ready to enter her.

Merrill looked up into Hawke tender, lustful eyes. It was a look she was certain she returned.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Absolutely," she replied.

A single moan made by two voices filled the bedroom when Hawke's and Merrill's bodies joined. Merrill felt Hawke slide into her with a certain ease, her body long accustomed to her presence inside of her. But whereas previously there had always been a barrier between them, sometimes natural, sometimes magical, now there was no longer anything keeping both their bodies just that tiny little bit apart. Ever since they got together, Merrill had shared her body freely with Hawke and, indeed, Hawke had freely shared hers with Merrill. But when it came to this one act, there had always been the precaution, always the barrier that was only there because they weren't quite yet ready to tear it down together.

Now they were ready.

Merrill's breathing deteriorated into a series of gasps punctuated by pleasured moans as she felt Hawke carefully slide back and forth against her inner walls. Hawke moved slowly at first, but soon started going faster and faster, apparently too turned on take it slowly. It was a sentiment Merrill shared, though not in any real conscious way. Hawke thrusts filled her body with nothing but pleasure and the harder and faster her thrusts, the greater her pleasure became. She wrapped her arms and legs around Hawke, instinctively trying to push her deeper into herself.

They kissed again hungrily, lips and tongues dancing frantically with each other. Hawke didn't slow as they kissed, didn't break her rhythm. She could fuck Merrill without having to pay too much attention to what she was doing, because there was nothing about the elf's body she didn't already know intimately. Passion and desire flowed into Merrill's body from Hawke's lips even as pleasure flooded through her with every thrust of her cock. The awesome mixture filled her until she thought she could no longer maintain. Yet she held on through sheer force of will.

Hawke and Merrill broke their kiss, panting, too focused on containing themselves to have the strength to moan. They looked each other in the eyes, Hawke's body always moving, Merrill's shaking with her lover's every thrust. Merrill saw lust there, of course, and pleasure and, shining more brightly than the other two combined, Hawke's love for her. The look on her face betrayed her desire to make this moment last for as long as she could, betrayed her effort not to come in an increasingly futile struggle against her own pleasure. It was look Merrill imagined she shared. She wanted to stay like this forever, to keep her locked in her embrace, to feel her fuck her without end, to watch the love in her eyes for the rest of eternity.

But of course, she couldn't.

Merrill came first, screaming, pleasure pounding through her body. Hawke groaned and came as well the moment the elf's pussy clamped down on her cock in climactic ecstasy. Merrill felt her lover come inside of her, felt her seed filling her joyously unprotected body, sending a second orgasm rushing after the first. Absolute bliss washed over her, more powerful and more glorious than anything in this world. Not even the return of the Creators themselves would've made this moment of orgasmic beauty even better.

Merrill's orgasm eventually passed and she once again found herself on the bed she shared with Hawke. Hawke was still on more or less on top of her and still inside of her. Merrill wondered how she would be able to stay within her. Hopefully for the rest of the night. Hopefully for the rest of forever. The room was absolutely silent, save for the quiet, satisfied breathing of the two women lying on their bed together.

"You know..." Hawke said after a long while. "It occurs to me that we might not be successful right away."

"Well," Merrill replied. "I suppose that means we'll just have to keep trying over and over again, doesn't it?"

= = = = =

"Do you honestly expect me to believe that?" Cassandra demanded

Varric smiled. "Actually, I don't expect you to believe me. But you wanted the truth and that's what I'm giving you."

"Are you really suggesting that the Champion of Kirkwall is a... is... is different?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" Varric replied.

"But according to the legend, the elf cheated on her."

"Not according to any version of the legend I've ever told," Varric said.

"Personally, I always thought the Champion and her elf had made arrangements with a friend of theirs," Cassandra said.

"I suppose I won't object to that, if that's what you want to believe," Varric said.

"Still, I don't see why you felt the need to tell me this part of the story," Cassandra said.

"No? Didn't you ever hear that at some point the Champion suddenly turned into a lioness? Sure, she'd always been very protective of her friends, always willing to help out the needy and all, but a few months after that night she became absolutely determined to turn Kirkwall into a better place. Funnily enough, it was around the same time that Merrill's libido went through the roof. But I don't think you'd want to hear that part of the story, do you?"

Cassandra was silent for a few moments too long. Then she said, "You told me I needed to hear the whole story, didn't you?"

Varric leaned back in his chair, grinning. "I suppose I did," he said.
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