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Free as a Bird	By : Letticiae Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 9738 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warnings: prostitution

Chapter 11 – Please Please Me

Varric was surprised to see a crestfallen Anders and a scowling Hawke arrive at their gathering at the Hanged Man. By the way things were going when he had left them the night before, he had expected much better faces this morning.

Everyone but Fenris showed up. Hawke split the profits and decided which bounties they would pursue next. After breakfast, on her way to see the Prince of Starkhaven, she decided to stop by the elf's mansion. Even if he wouldn't work with her anymore, it wouldn't be right to keep his share of the money.

There was no answer when she knocked on the door, but it was unlocked and she let herself in.

"Well, I'm sure it's dinnertime somewhere in Thedas," Hawke said when she saw Fenris drinking wine straight from the bottle, slumped on an armchair. She wondered if there was any food in the mansion. He didn't seem the type that strolls along the market bartering for potatoes and meat.

"Agreggio Pavali. There are six bottles in the cellar. Danarius used to have me pour it for his guests. My appearance intimidated them, he said, which he enjoyed."

"Nothing like fear with your wine," Hawke jested.

"That's what Danarius used to say," he replied.

Of course it is. I can't get one right with this elf.

He threw the half-full bottle against the wall, smashing it.

"I see you're redecorating the walls. I think this shade of red goes well with the rotting corpses in the entrance." Hmm… Wait a minute, is that a smile on his face? Oh, no! It's gone.She sighed. "I brought your cut from the jobs you went on with me," she said and put the coin on a table next to him.

"I should thank you again for helping me against the hunters. I'm sorry if I seemed ungrateful. Had I known Anso would find me a woman so capable, I might have asked him to look sooner."

Is he flirting with me? "Talk is cheap," she said, tired of having too much of the conversation and none of the action. What's wrong with men in Kirkwall?

"Is that so? Perhaps I'll practice my flattering for your next visit. With any luck I'll become better at it."

Now he's throwing me out. Great! Well, at least he's expecting a next visit. This means I can count him as part of the band. Finally!

Hawke left to meet Isabela, Varric and Bethany at the Chantry, so they could collect from Sebastian before going on their next mission. The women were really curious, wanting to know more about the foxy foreign prince.

"Who are you exactly?" Hawke asked.

"I am Sebastian Vael, Prince of Starkhaven. Her Grace might prefer I introduce myself as a brother in the Chantry."

Isabela let out a frustrated sigh. Though he continued talking, Hawke stopped listening. A fucking brother… What a waste!

On their way to find a fugitive for Magistrate Vanard, they stopped by the Ironwood Clearing to gather ironbark for Solivitus. The place was crawling with darkspawn. It was Hawke and Bethany's first encounter with the beasts since their tragic flight from Lothering. Varric rained arrows on them while the mage called up a firestorm. Isabela and Hawke went into stealth, finishing them without being seen.

Another wave of enemies turned up, surrounding Bethany and the dwarf. Isabela and Hawke gave up stealth to call the foes' attention upon them. Though daggers don't have much range, making face-to-face combat against warriors rather dangerous, they still had a better chance at it than Varric and Bethany.

"Ogre!" Hawke cried at the unfortunately familiar sensation of the ground trembling under her feet, her blood already boiling with rage.

Not even a sharp pain on her side diverted her eyes from the monster as she sprinted towards him. Her companions screamed her name desperately, pleading to her to stop, but she wasn't listening to anything besides the ogre's roars and her heart pounding furiously.

She ducked from the massive rock he had hurled and lunged, jumping onto his chest and burying her daggers deep in it. The creature howled painfully and tried to grab her, but she was quicker. Hanging on the hilts of her blades stuck on him, she dexterously lifted herself between them, her weight making the daggers slide down his body, cutting it open up to his abdomen. With a back flip she yanked the daggers out of him and evaded his huge bleeding corpse as he collapsed face-first on the dirt.

"Maker's breath, Hawke! You do get results, don't you?" Varric spoke, astonished.

She turned to look at her companions. About two dozen darkspawn were lying dead on the ground. Isabela was next to the dwarf, staring at her with her mouth wide open and Bethany… Hawke's eyes swiftly scanned the area. The girl came from behind a rock, draining a lyrium potion, unharmed.

"Good," Hawke mumbled before collapsing on the dirt.

In a matter of seconds the three of them were around her. Varric patting on her cheek, keeping her from passing out as he tried to pour an elfroot potion in her mouth, while Isabela hastily unbuckled and removed the top part of her armor. Blood pooling under her, an excruciating pain on her side and Bethany's frightened look – she was badly wounded, that was for sure. When had it happened, though? She felt warmer as the healing magic enveloped her. Tears were streaking down the mage's face as she muttered "I won't lose you, sister" and concentrated all her mana on fulfilling her promise.

"I'm so sorry that I'm not a better healer, Marian. I did all I could, but that is going to leave a scar."

"It's ok, Bethany. I would be dead if it weren't for you," Hawke said, briskly putting her undertunic and armor back on, deciding that Varric had seen enough of her almost bare chest.

The siblings hugged affectionately. "Maybe you should go see Anders and rest for the day," Bethany advised.

"I'm fine. Let's find that fugitive," Hawke dismissed her sister's concerns, leading them to the ruins.

Back in Kirkwall, after informing the Magistrate that his son had been killed, the four of them went to the clinic. They were exhausted and bruised, scratched and limping. Hawke made a note to herself to never leave for these potentially life-threatening jobs without a warrior in the party. Maybe she should start bringing her mabari along too; he was a war hound after all.

"I'm bored. Let's do something fun," Isabela suggested when Anders finally finished patching them up.

"I don't think that's a good idea. You all arrived here in shreds and you drained Bethany! Hawke, you have to take me with you in these missions. You can't keep going on like that. Maker, look at this nasty scar! It must not have been easy to close a cut this big. You have to give yourself a break some times," the healer lectured her.

"I don't like wasting time, Anders. The sun didn't even set yet," she replied.

"We could go to the Rose. Didn't Knight-Captain Hottie asked us to interrogate the whores about a missing templar recruit?" Isabela conveniently remembered.

"Not that you needed a reason to go down there, right, Rivaini?" Varric remarked.

"We also have to talk to the elf Ninette was seeing, deliver a shawl I found and I heard the last of those Amaranthine conspirators were hiding there," Hawke listed. "Let's go!"

"If there's a chance you might get into a fight, Hawke, then I'm coming too," the mage uttered, acknowledging that she would never follow his recommendations. They were much too reasonable to be appealing to her challenging personality.

"Thank the Maker, let's leave this place," Anders said when all their deeds on the brothel were done.

"Actually, I think I'll… talk to Jethann again," Hawke said, a little embarrassed.

"I learn new things about you every day," Isabela stated cheerfully. "We'll stay too, right, Varric?"

The dwarf nodded, amused. He never expected she would be fine with sleeping with a whore. "Somehow, Hawke, I imagine things won't be dull with you around."

"Maker's breath, sister! This is not why we came to Kirkwall!" Bethany protested.

"You're not this desperate, I hope. I treat a lot of these customers in my clinic," the healer stared at her in dismay.

"Yes, I am, Anders! You of all people should know that!" Hawke snapped and stormed upstairs as the mages stormed out of the whorehouse.

Varric and Isabela exchanged glances, shrugged and ordered two tankards of beer, finding themselves a table.

Jethann greeted Hawke playfully, but she just sighed, leaning against the closed door. A few minutes earlier she had talked to him in a much better mood. Since the pirate and the dwarf were there often, the red-haired elf wondered if it had been the blond man or her sister who had made her feel bad about hiring him. Both of them, perhaps.

She walked towards the bed and opened her pouch to pay him. Slowly, she counted the money in her hand, tears burning in her eyes as she started laying the coins one by one on the nightstand, miserably hoping that this new low she was reaching would be rock bottom. The last sovereign, she held it tight in her fist and thought about her life, all that had happened that brought her there, to that moment of utter loneliness and self-loathing. Her head hung in defeat as she opened her hand, letting the last coin drop from her palm.

Jethann paid close attention to her body language. Being experienced as he was in his line of work, he figured out immediately what she needed. Standing behind her only in his smalls, his nimble fingers gently pushed her hair over her shoulder, freeing the nape of her neck for his pouty lips. As he kissed her, his hands started to massage her tense shoulders. It felt good and she let her head fall back just a little as she blinked away the tears in her eyes.

She barely moved, keeping her eyes shut as he took his time undressing her, drifting his fingers lightly on her body. Holding her hand, he guided her to the bed with clean soft sheets and a real cushy mattress. The most comfortable bed she had lain down on in her whole life.

Sitting on the bed he took her feet on his lap and massaged them attentively, applying pressure on the right spots, running his fingers between her toes and raising her legs to bring them to his mouth for small kisses.

Scooting to her side, he moved on to her hands, calloused by the daggers she had been relentlessly wielding for so many years. He massaged her palms vigorously and placed tender kisses on them before advancing to her arms. His skilled hands were soft and moistened with scented oil. From time to time he would add another drop of the liquid, keeping her skin slippery but not greasy.

He beckoned her to lie on her stomach in the middle of the bed and she complied. Straddling her but not letting even a pound of his weight fall over her, he tended to her shoulders blades and her back. Her breathing relaxed and she moaned as his thumbs ran forcefully on her tensed muscles, loosening them up. His palms pressured over every inch of her back, making circular moves and his fingers trailed up and down her spine. He leaned to whisper in her ear how beautiful she was and how he had found her tattoo incredibly sexy. She smiled at his words but didn't open her eyes, maybe imagining she was with someone else.

He drew his hands gently over her new scar, along her waist and ribs and up until his oiled fingertips lightly brushed the side of her breasts. He noticed how this little teasing made her quiver, but it wasn't time for that yet. He shifted to a better position to work on her calves, and then kissed the back of her knees, sending shivers up her spine. His fingers delved on her muscular thighs, kneading them up to her behind, his palms expertly rubbing every spot. His moves became softer as he got closer to her core. He let his fingers brush lightly against her black curls and her folds many times, as if it were not on purpose, tempting her.

She was craving for more, her arousal built up to an unbearable point. After what Anders had done to her and Jethann's thorough massage, she had had enough of foreplay. She wanted to find her release. Turning on her back, she spread her legs and bent her knees, exposing to him the part of her body where she wished the most to be touched. He positioned himself between her thighs and meant to fondle with her breasts first but she pushed him down to her sex and finally looked into his ultramarine blue eyes, making peace with herself about what she was doing. He understood her urgency and took her nub in his mouth, sucking it, pressuring it and circling it with his practiced tongue. Slipping two fingers at once in her warm wet sheath, he made her groan and sway her hips. As he added a third finger and hastened his thrusts, his lips still sealed over her clit, she clutched her hands tightly in his red hair and arched her back. Her muscles tightened and her legs trembled as Jethann grazed his teeth on her hardened nub. A powerful orgasm shot through her body, causing her to writhe and shudder, not minding to muffle the loud cries of her release. The elf kept his fingers inside her, caressing her walls and making her climax last longer.

Oh, that feeling! How could she have gone for so long without it? She finally let go of his hair, her body turning into jelly on the bed. He rose to sit on his heels, smiling deviously at her and pleased with himself for another job well done.

"Take off your smalls," she demanded, narrowing her eyes, laying a predatory gaze upon him. Let's face it, the most eligible men she knew were a possessed mage, an elf who couldn't bear being touched, a dwarf in love with his crossbow and a Chantry brother. Her prospects of getting into bed with anyone any time soon were… none. And there was no way she could afford Jethann on a regular basis. She might as well make this time count.

He jumped off the bed and hastily obeyed. She admired for a second his hardness and gave him a devilish look, satisfied with what she saw.

"Lay down on your back," she ordered, making room for him on the bed.

She straddled him and slowly impaled herself in his long, hard shaft, wanting to feel every inch of her being filled. He put his hands on her hips to aid her lift her body while she moved up and down along his length, but she pushed them way, wanting to be fully in control of her pace. Aware that he was there to pleasure her, he placed his thumb on her sensitive swollen nub, stroking it. He caressed and rubbed it, making her moan as she set a more demanding rhythm, seeking another orgasm.

Though Jethann was experienced with this sort of thing, he was having a hard time holding back his climax. She was tight, wet and unbelievably warm. Her needful pace, her body glistening with sweat and oil and her sexy groans, not to mention her creamy breasts bouncing in front of him, were throwing him over the edge. When she came, her sheath clenching around him, her juices running down his shaft and her nails digging into his chest and stomach, he couldn't take it anymore. He moved hastily to pull out of her, so he wouldn't spill his seed within her.

Panting and feeling like her body was about to melt down, she crumbled beside him in bed.

It took him a couple minutes to calm his breathing and feel his legs steady enough to stand. He slipped through a backdoor in the room and stayed there doing who knows what for a few moments before returning to her. She was staring pensively at the ceiling and he feared she could go back to that forlorn mood she had been in when they had started their evening. Pulling her to rest her head on his chest, he stroked her hair tenderly until she dozed off.

Jethann watched that enticing woman in his arms. She was not there for the sake of a fetish, neither for debauchery. She was their most usual type of client, the sad and lonely one, except that she was way hotter and prettier than the others. He would do her for free any time. Hell, he would even pay to do a woman that sexy and beautiful. It annoyed him that she had no one else; that she had to pay to feel desired and loved and to have someone take care of her. He hoped she would never need to seek comfort there again, but if she did he would do everything in his power to make her feel as if she had everything she deserved.

Half an hour later, he woke her up gently and beckoned her to follow him to the mysterious back door. Her eyes brightened when he opened it to reveal a bathtub filled with steamy water and gave her an embrium scented soap. She had been washing herself with no more than a bucket of hot water and a rag at her uncle's house for over a year. The things she would do for a bathtub… With a content smile, she sunk up to her neck into the water. Back on his smalls, Jethann kneeled on the floor next to her and washed her hair, taking his time massaging her scalp. She felt so relaxed she almost dozed off again. It took her almost an hour to leave the bathtub, not minding the cooling water. When she finally emerged he got a fluffy towel and dried her up tenderly. She found it ironic that even though she was at a whorehouse, this was the cleanest she had felt in a long time.

She put on her clothes and he helped her buckle her armor. They hugged tenderly and she gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. Strolling lazily, she headed to the door.

"Thank you, Jethann," she said, beaming.

Already out of the room, she looked back at him standing by the door, watching her go with a satisfied grin on his face. She tossed him an extra sovereign which he grabbed in the air happily and made some suggestive moves with his arms and hips. Hawke chuckled and turned on her heels, pleased. Probably she would have to take a few more jobs to substitute all that coin that was meant for the expedition but she had spent with Jethann. Though he was the most expensive whore in the Blooming Rose, in the end, she thought it had been money well spent.
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