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TITLE: Shows of Affection

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

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

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Hawke/Merrill

NOTE: Just a little fluff piece, really, written almost solely for the sake of writing something.

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Hawke didn't really know anything about the Dalish. Of course, she was well aware of the fact that she didn't really know anything about anyone else either. If a people didn't live in Ferelden or, recently, Kirkwall, she probably didn't know anything about them. But the Dalish did live in Ferelden. And near Kirkwall. And in her own home. And she still didn't really know anything about them. When it came to the Dalish, all that came to Hawke's mind was that they were a bunch of scavengers roaming on the edge of society with a funny language, bizarre rituals and a ridiculously large amount of gods. Sure, these days she knew a bit more, a few words maybe, some of their stories and what some of the more important ranks in a Dalish clan were, but by and large she was still awash in ignorance.

The question that currently came to her mind over and over again was this: did all Dalish have such a casual approach to nudity or was it just Merrill?

The question had first come to her a few months ago, when Spring had begun heating up. One day, Merrill had simply not put on any clothes and had wandered through the mansion in the nude. Hawke had been far too surprised (and far too distracted by Merrill's exposed body) to say anything about it. Sure, she had been quite familiar with the elf's naked body already, but only in the context of the bedroom. She'd never seen Merrill simply go about her business in the buff. The sight of it had just been too strange for her to really comprehend.

Since then, Merrill had decided to forego clothes numerous times (especially, to Hawke's lack of surprise, on nice, sunny days, but, strangely, sometimes also on dreary, rainy days) and with ever greater frequency as time passed. Hawke still didn't know why. Perhaps the Dalish simply considered clothes to be optional and Merrill was just trying to make the most of what was turning out to be a surprisingly pleasant Spring and a nice Summer. Maybe there was some Dalish God or Goddess of Love or Fertility or something that required Their followers to be naked on certain important days of the year or something. Or maybe it wasn't a Dalish thing at all; maybe it was just Merrill being Merrill (though possibly inspired by Isabela).

Hawke, leaning against one of the walls of her modest library, watched her naked lover walk past the bookcases, her attention seemingly focused on the books. She hummed quietly to herself, though Hawke couldn't make out whether it was some ancient elven song or just some ditty she'd heard at the Hanged Man one night.

Hawke sighed. Although she quite enjoyed watching Merrill doing nothing much while wearing nothing much, it wasn't going to solve the little mystery that had been nagging at her.

"Merrill, can I ask you something?"

Merrill turned away from the bookcase. She smiled the moment she faced her. Hawke couldn't help but smile back.

"Of course. What would you like to know?"

"Why... are you naked?"

To Hawke's surprise, Merrill actually blushed and looked away. "Oh. That," she said. "Well, you know. I just felt like it, really."

"I see," Hawke said. "And would you mind telling me why you decided not to wear clothes in the first place?"

"Oh, well, it's... it's kind of silly, really. I wouldn't want to bother you with it."

"You know you never bother me. Come on, out with it."

Merrill looked up at the ceiling and bit her lower lip. "Well, you know how it is. I quite enjoy making love with you, but we only ever seem to do it at night. Or early in the evening shortly after we've gone drinking with Isabela. Or that one time behind that giant statue in the Chantry. But, you know, for the most part it's just at night. But, the thing is, it's not only at night when I'm in the mood, as you might say. I'd be quite happy to do it during the day, too, though perhaps not always in the Chantry. But just coming out and saying that I'm... you know... really quite horny is kind of crass, no matter what Isabela tells me. So I figured, if I just took all my clothes off, maybe you'd see I was available and if you were too, then we could go back to the bedroom and... well. So that's why."

Hawke nodded slowly. To her surprise, she wasn't really surprised. "I see," she said. "But it didn't work, did it? So why did you keep doing it?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say it didn't work," Merrill said, an endearingly naughty grin on her face. "As I recall, you were quite passionate later that night."

Hawke grinned too. The initial bewilderment had slowly, but surely, made way for ever increasing arousal. By the time night had fallen, she'd been so horny they hadn't even been to able to reach the bed before she'd given in an ravished Merrill for what had seemed like hours.

"Good point," she said, with as much calm as she could manage in the face of that memory.

"So, you know, even though things didn't really go as I imagined them, I figured it was still kind of a success, so I decided to do it more often whenever I was... quite willing. Although, after a while, I just started doing it for its own sake. I quite enjoy being naked these days, to tell you the truth. Clothes can be surprisingly restrictive, actually. Although, maybe they just feel restrictive when compared to not feeling them at all because you're not wearing any."

Hawke held up her hand and pulled Merrill closer the moment the elf took it. They weren't quite touching one another yet, though Merrill was close enough that she could practically feel her bare skin already.

"What about now?" Hawke asked. "Are you naked because you felt like it or because you're 'quite willing'?"

Merrill smiled. "I'm near you, aren't I?" she replied.

Hawke embraced her and pulled her closer still until Merrill's naked body pressed against her clothed one. The impulse to make some witty quip died the instant she looked into Merrill's big, green eyes. She kissed her instead and enjoyed the softness of her lips. It was quite a simple kiss at first, a gentle expression of affection. Then their kiss lengthened and deepened as rising passion mingled effortlessly with their affection. And yet Merrill's gentleness remained even as Hawke felt the sharp tip of her tongue press against her lips. Hawke opened her mouth ever so slightly, enough to let her own tongue meet Merrill's so that they could dance between their kissing lips.

After a while Hawke overcame her desire to kiss Merrill forever just long enough to around so that it was elf who stood with her back against the wall. She pulled away slowly, already feeling regret at the decision the moment her lips left Merrill's. She reached down with her right hand and took the elf's left hand. Their fingers intertwined almost at once. Hawke smiled. Why focus only on her lover's lips to the exclusion of the whole rest of her body?

"Here?" Merrill half whispered, half giggled.

"Now you're feeling modest?" Hawke asked, raising Merrill's left hand to her face and giving it a swift kiss.

Merrill smiled nervously. "Nudity is one thing. This is... something else."

"Is it something you want?"

Merrill bit her lower lip again and nodded. "Might as well give it a try, I suppose."

Hawke kissed the back of Merrill's hand again. "Yes, why not?" she said.

Hawke leaned forward and kissed Merrill on the lips again, their hands lowering as she did so. She had intended for it to be a brief kiss, a quick prologue of things to come, but Merrill persuaded her to linger simply by kissing her back. For a moment their tongues played again before Hawke managed to pull herself away and kissed the side of her elven lover's slender neck.

Kissing her way down Merrill's neck and along her collarbone, Hawke soon reached her lover's smallish breasts. Smallish, but incredibly sensitive. The first kiss Hawke placed upon them earned her a contented sigh. A few more gave her the first hints of an aroused moan. She slowly kissed her way across Merrill's modest chest, feeling the elf's grip on her hand tighten as she did so. Mostly Hawke's kisses were barely kisses at all, but rather brief caresses with her lips. But even these light touches helped turn Merrill on, slowly changing her breath from calm and steady to aroused and heavier. And then, when Hawke actually kissed her and lapped at her bare skin, Merrill squealed involuntarily, her lithe and horny body shivering briefly with delight and her back arching as though it were possible to give Hawke even better access to her naked breasts.

Hawke largely ignored Merrill's wordless pleas, content to gently play with her lover's breasts and sense her body squirm with a growing arousal that had no release, only occasionally deigning to let her tongue flick and her lips suck. She idly wondered sometimes if Merrill ever got frustrated with the casually playful approach to pleasing her. Hawke knew she would have been if their places had been reversed. But perhaps a bit of teasing simply made the payoff that much sweeter.

Merrill's moaning voice suddenly disturbed the silence of the library.

"Oh, Hawke."

Hawke would have grinned if she hadn't been otherwise occupied, her lips around one Merrill's nipples, the tip of her tongue playing around and across the sensitive little nub. She sucked lightly on Merrill's breasts, a soft stream of moans filling her interrupted only by a heavy yet oddly high-pitched panting whenever her lover calmed down enough to breathe - something which Hawke made sure didn't happen very often. The longest pause Merrill got in which to catch her breath was when Hawke let her nipple go and leisurely kissed her way to the other one. Once Hawke's lips closed around Merrill's nipple the elf girl practically mewed. Hawke sucked and licked at her breast until Merrill was practically shaking with lust and the quiet moans spilling from her lips were filled with a silent pleading only Hawke could hear.

Placing one last kiss on the very tip of Merrill's nipple, Hawke began her slow descent, kissing her way down her lover's bare body. As Hawke moved down to squat between Merrill's spread and trembling legs, one hand moved down the library wall to steady herself while the other still gripped the elf's hand as tightly as she gripped hers.

Hawke paused when her eyes alighted on Merrill's tight pussy. She was already gleaming with arousal and the sight was impossibly adorable to Hawke. Probably, Hawke realised, because, to her, everything about Merrill was impossibly adorable. She looked up to see Merrill look down at her. Her mouth was open as she panted, her dark eyes sparkling with lust and desire. Hawke smiled at her, then opened her mouth and leaned in slowly without ever taking her eyes off of Merrill's face. She had no real idea where her slow kiss would land, of course, but it didn't really matter. Every place down here between Merrill's legs was sensitive.

Hawke's lips brushed against bare flesh and she saw Merrill's face turn away, eyes closing in pleasure, a soft, gasping moan coming from her throat. Hawke looked away from Merrill's face so that she could focus more on what she was doing. She slowly kissed her way up and down Merrill's tight slit, caressing it softly with her lips while the tip of her tongue slid out for a single, slow little lap every time she kissed her and tasted her arousal.

Merrill's grip on her hand increased with every soft little kiss Hawke placed along her pussy until it felt as though the elf girl would crush her hand through the sheer force of her lust. Deciding that this probably meant that Merrill was ready to move on from a gentle rain of kisses, Hawke kissed her lover's pussy again, but deeply this time. Hawke heard Merrill squeal with pleasure and felt her body tremble against her lips as she pushed her tongue into her. Merrill was tight and wet so that no matter what Hawke did with her tongue she lapped against the elf's inner walls while her aroused juices trickled into her mouth. Hawke drank as eagerly as she could, lapping and sucking, while somewhere high above her Merrill squealed and squirmed, lost in a realm of lust that, Hawke hoped, was far more glorious than any fantasy a Desire Demon could hope to offer her.

Hawke heard the door to the library open, soon followed by Orana's apologetic voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mistress Hawke, Mistress Merrill. I planned to clean here now."

Hawke managed to pull herself away from Merrill and, in a voice that suggested Orana had done nothing worse than interrupting a quiet game of chess, replied, "Don't worry about it. I get the feeling Merrill and I will be finished shortly."

"Of course, Mistress. I'll go get some groceries first then."

Once the door to the library closed again with a respectful click and Orana had gone, Merrill spoke. Or at least breathed as she panted.

"How could you be so calm?" she gasped. "How could she be so calm?"

"You've been walking around the house naked for months now, Merrill," Hawke said. "The only thing that would've surprised Orana, I think, is that she hadn't caught us in the act sooner. As for me... well, let's just say I'm not embarrassed about being with you and I'm not about to start for anything."

Merrill reached down with her free hand to stroke Hawke's cheek. "I love you, Hawke," she whispered.

"And I love you," Hawke replied before a mischievous grin crept across her face. "Now then, where was I? Ah, yes."

Hawke leaned forward and placed another light kiss on Merrill's slit. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue pressed against her lover's sensitive flesh. She slowly dragged her tongue across Merrill's slit to the sound of her pleasured moans, drawing lines and circles as she went. Soon Hawke's wandering tongue reached Merrill's cute little clit and licked around it and near and sometimes, very briefly, almost against it. Merrill was quivering now, her moans deteriorating into incoherent erotic noise - raw pleasure given sound by a body that was nothing but lust. As Hawke had told Orana, it would not be long now.

So, just to delay her elven lover's coming orgasm for just a few moments more, Hawke licked her way away from Merrill's clit, all the while trying to ignore the girl's disappointed mewling. Instead she kissed her wetness deeply again, her tongue returning to lap at her inner walls. Hawke knew Merrill much preferred her to toy with her clit, but she herself loved the taste of her pussy far too much to ignore it whenever she happened to be down between her lover's legs.

The noise spilling from Merrill's lips became ever higher and more desperate as Hawke continued lapping at her. Every sense Hawke had developed since meeting Merrill told her that her elven lover was on the very brink of orgasm and soon she would be pushed all the way. Seeing (or perhaps feeling) her love so close to release, Hawke decided to pull her tongue out of her pussy and kiss her clit.

Merrill screamed as she came, as she nearly always did, and Hawke delighted in the sound. Her elven love's screams of blissful pleasure roared through her body, almost making her feel as though she were coming as well, or at the very least sharing in Merrill's orgasm. She didn't let her own feelings distract her from Merrill's, though, and she continued to kiss and lick all around the elf girl's clit, determined to prolong her climax for as long as possible. Merrill screamed with joy until her breath ran out, yet she was still coming, her body still surging with pleasure.

No matter how determined Hawke was, however, Merrill's orgasm couldn't last forever and she eventually calmed down. She was still shaking a little and her breath was ragged, but as Hawke saw when stood up and looked at her face, her eyes were already clear and keen. She smiled.

"Well..." Merrill said as she slowly got her breath back. "That was something."

Hawke kissed her gently. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh, very much so. And you know what they say, one good turn deserves another."

"Sounds delightful," Hawke purred.

Merrill yelped with surprise as Hawke gathered her up in her arms.

"What the library isn't good enough for you, is it?" Merrill said teasingly, resting her head against Hawke's shoulder.

"Orana will be back soon," Hawke pointed out. "We shouldn't keep her from her duties."

"That's true, I suppose. So you'll be taking me to the bedroom then?" Merrill said.

Hawke grinned. "I'll take you wherever you like," she replied.
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