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Enthralled Ch 2

A few more jobs done, along with the pay they received for decimating the Flint Company, and they were finally on their way to the Deep Roads. Siobhann snickered at Bartrand’s description of deflowering their destination, her and Varric exchanging glances with rolled eyes.
“Well that’s an interesting image.”
“Your brother definitely doesn’t have a way with words as you do, Varric, though I think that was one of his better ones.”
“I guess some of me has rubbed off on him.”
Siobhann laughed as they trailed behind Bartrand, pointedly ignoring the look on her mother’s face as both her and Carver passed by along with the rest of the expedition.
“I wish mother would let me grow up,” Carver sighed as he slung an arm over his sister’s shoulder.
“If she clings any tighter we’ll end up like Anders, but with the spirit of Leandra inside us instead,” Siobhann shuddered.
“Hawke, I need a moment of your time,” Isabela drawled, extracting her friend from her brother and pulling her off to the side.
“What is it now, Bela?” she grinned up at her friend.
“I propose a bet,” Isabela looked down at the petite woman, a smirk curling her lips.
“Oh now this I have to hear.”
“Ten sovereigns says that something happens between you and puppy over there. I give it a month.”
“Oh by the Maker, I told you that would never happen. You’re on. Easiest ten sovereigns I ever made. If you want to bet on anything, it should be on that chantry brother. I bet you I could have him revoking his vows and eating out of my hand in no less than six months, depending on how pious he is.”
The pirate laughed and pushed her friend back toward Carver and Varric, the four of them bickering companionably as they left the gates of Kirkwall.
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The group staggered through the deep roads, exhausted after many days of trying to find a familiar landmark. Food supplies were running low and their water canteens weren’t faring much better.
“Can we stop for a bit? I’m not feeling too well…” Carver mumbled.
“I think it’s time to make camp anyway. Varric, would you and Isabela scout the area out and make sure we’re clear while I set up and see to Carver?”
“Sure thing, Hawke,” Varric replied, patting Bianca lovingly. Siobhann set about warming up the stone beneath them before unrolling hers and Carver’s bedrolls, setting hers nearby so she could keep an eye on him overnight.
“What seems to be the problem, brother?” she asked, noting his pale features and clammy brow.
“Think that spider we fought earlier bit me…” he shivered, chills coursing through his body.
“Let me take a look,” Siobhann gently removed his armor, probing lightly at the skin beneath the tunic and trews he wore beneath. She hissed as she felt the swelling of the bite and tugged down the waistband of his pants, seeing the blackened skin around the poisonous bite at his hip.
“Hang in there Carver. This is going to sting a bit but I need to cleanse the area before I try to heal it, all right?”
He nodded, promptly passing out from the pain as she poured a vial of something yellow and foul smelling into the wound. She watched as it bubbled, laying her hands over his skin only when it ran clear. Her demeanor was of pure concentration as she sank into herself, feeling for any trace of the poison within his body, removing it while knitting together blood vessels and skin. Her world spun sideways as she came back to the present and half collapsed on Carver’s prone body. That his skin tone had returned to normal, as did his breathing, relieved her immensely and she stared down at her little brother, brushing a lock of hair off his forehead.
“Mama would have killed me if something had happened to you,” she whispered, “And I would be to blame this time…”
Before she could blink, his hand shot out and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her head down until their lips met. She stared down at him at shock and tried to lean back, but his grip was strong and his eyes were closed. Her thought that he must be deep in some dream dissipated as his lips moved beneath hers, coaxing a response from her. Hers moved of their own volition, her eyes closing as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing her lips requesting admittance that she gave. Her soft moan woke him up and they sprung apart, violet-blue eyes wide and fixed on chocolate brown.
“Sodding hell,” Carver whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
“Thinking of Peaches again?” she joked, trying to shake off what had happened.
“I don’t know… but I’m sorry.”
“Stop, Carver, stop. It happened, it’s over with. I’ll say one thing, you sure got some moves there, little bro,” she grinned, trying to ease the tension between them. She tried to sit up then collapsed back onto him, still too weak after healing him.
“You okay?” he whispered against the top of her head.
“Weak. Used my last lyrium potion while we were fighting that rock wraith a few days ago. Pretty much drained myself dry removing the poison from your system as well as fixing the damage it had caused. Should be fine after a good night’s sleep though.”
He sighed and stared down at the top of her head as he shifted them both so she’d be in a more comfortable position against him. He rested his hand along the side of her head as she fell asleep then looked up to stare at the ceiling of their rocky prison. He couldn’t believe what he had just done, no matter the fact that he didn’t realize who it was until he’d opened his eyes. He felt himself tighten at the forbidden images that kiss brought to mind and he forced them down, not wanting to let himself go there. He was saved as he heard Varric and Isabela off in the distance, signaling their return.
“Hey, what happened to Hawke?” Isabela asked, smirking at Carver.
“Drained. She used up what she had to heal me and didn’t have any lyrium potions to spare. “
“That’s it! Bianca’s just waiting to say hello to Bartrand when we get back to Kirkwall,” Varric growled.
“Good news is, while we were off scouting, looks like we’re a day from the surface,” Isabela stated, reaching down to pull blankets up over both Siobhann and Carver. Her eyes were assessing as she looked at the two then, to Carver’s shock, she winked at him before heading over to her bedroll.
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“Ahhh, home at last! You think I’d be so lucky to find Bartrand still in the city?” Varric asked, looking up at Siobhann.
“Thanks to him our luck wasn’t exactly the best, so don’t hold your breath.”
“I wouldn’t say that. Think of what we found down there. We’ll be rich, you’ll see.”
“I’m holding you to that, Varric. Best be off to give mother the good news.”
The group split up, Varric and Isabela turning into the Hanged Man to celebrate their new found fortune while Siobhann and Carver continued on toward Gamlen’s house. The silence between them was awkward and their usual closeness wasn’t apparent. Siobhann hugged her arms around herself as they turned the corner, her foot stopping on the first step as Carver’s hand came down on her shoulder.
“Look, I can’t take back what happened down there but… I feel like I’ve lost you. I’ve missed you, I’ve missed the ease we had with each other.”
“That’s part of the problem, Carver. You keep dwelling on it and apologizing,” she murmured, turning to look at him. She lifted her hand to rest it on his cheek then dropped it at his flinch.
“How can we get back to what we were if you keep shying away whenever I get close?”
Siobhann ran her fingers through her hair, pulling the mass of long black curls up off the back of her neck to allow the breeze to dry the sweat on her nape and cool her off. While Gamlen’s shack would be cooler inside than standing out here, she didn’t want to go in quite yet. Too much was left unsaid between her and Carver, and the sense of freedom without her mother or uncle constantly looking over her shoulder had been a gift.
“Don’t want to go in either?” Carver’s hands rested tentatively at her waist as he looked up the stairwell, his eyes focusing on the same target as hers.
“No, but I know we have to.”
“Mother will be pleased at what we came back with.”
“And Uncle Gamlen will try to snatch some of it for himself to blow at the Blooming Rose or gambling,” she grumbled.
“Stash it where you hid the money we saved for the expedition.”
“I’ll keep it in my room for tonight and let Myrdin guard the door. Tomorrow I’ll see what I can do to exchange it for coin.”
He nodded and gently pushed her toward the door, two sets of eyes staring at the both of them as they stepped into the darkness beyond.
“Oh thank the Maker you’re back! I was worried that something had happened to you!” Leandra exclaimed, rushing over to wrap her arms around the both of them. Siobhann and Carver exchanged suffering glances while hugging her back, their sighs silent. Violet-blue and deep brown eyes focused on the calculating looks Gamlen was shooting their way.
“So? Bring back anything useful?” their uncle asked, his tone flat.
“Useful for us at least. Maybe for you because it means we’ll be out of your hair soon,” Carver ground out.
“If you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to retire early,” Siobhann stated, kneeling momentarily to give the mabari a good rub and whisper in its ear before disappearing into her room.
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The feel of her bed sinking down woke Siobhann and she rolled over, rubbing at her eyes before blinking and staring up at Carver.
“Something wrong?”
“I thought an explanation was in order.”
“Hmm? Of what?”
“Why I wouldn’t let you get close to me after I kissed you.”
“Maker’s balls, Carver, I told you to drop it!” she hissed, trying not to wake the other occupants in the house.
“No. There’s a reason and I thought you should know. After I kissed you, after I knew it was you, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The thoughts, the images that came to mind are not what a brother should have of his sister. Every time you came close, every time you touched me, I wanted to slam you against a wall and take you!” he growled, leaning over her until their faces were only inches apart.
“Ohhh…” she whispered, her eyes wide in the moonlit room. She searched his face, her heart going out to him over his struggle. Unconsciously, she laid a soothing hand on his cheek, intending to comfort.
“I can’t stop… they overwhelm me…” he whispered, bracketing his arms on either side of her as he dipped his head to bury his nose in the crook of her neck. His teeth scraped over the cord of muscle there and he felt the light tremor that went through her body.
“C-Carver?” she squeaked out, her breath shuddering in her lungs. Her heart hammered in her chest as he rose back up to look down at her, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers.
“I’m right here.”
Two sets of eyes stared into the other before they closed, lips meeting then parting to allow the teasing of tongues. His hands sunk into her hair as his tongue played against hers, lowering his body until he was pressed against her, the evidence of his desire pressing through the thin cotton pants he wore, hot and hard against her bare thigh. She shifted beneath him until she cradled him between her hips, her hands sliding over the warm skin of his back. He broke the kiss to drag his teeth over her lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from her. His hands tugged at the loose shift she wore, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor beside the bed. Dark eyes stared transfixed at the nude form beneath him, his thumbs brushing over the pert nubs of her nipples. The way her body arched toward him, the gasp that escaped her lips spurred him on and he leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, laving his tongue over it while applying light suction. His other hand pinched and rolled the one he wasn’t tasting.
Teeth scraped over her nipple, spears of pleasure zinging through her system and pooling at her center. He sucked harder and she pressed her hips tighter against his, rolling them against the erection straining between them. His mouth released her breast and trailed kisses over to the other, teasing the nipple with the tip of his tongue, earning a whimper in response as her hands gripped at his hair. He slid his hand south, over her toned abdomen, to tease at her folds.
“Maker, you’re dripping,” he whispered against her breast, then sucked it into his mouth as he plunged a finger inside her. She pressed her mouth against the crown of his head to muffle her cry, her hips jerking up to try and pull his finger in deeper. He moaned against her breast and slid a second finger into her depths, responding to her body’s silent request. As he pressed his thumb against her clit, he lifted his head to watch her face, his breath quickening further at the pleasure written all over it. Pressing a third finger in, he thrust in and out of her slowly, teasing at her nub with his thumb, groaning softly as her mouth opened on a silent cry and her body bucked beneath him. Her hands dug into his shoulders, needle sharp where her nails pricked at his skin, urging him on. Her breathing hitched as he pushed deeper, pressed harder, and she yanked him down to sink her teeth into the cord of muscle at his neck as she flew apart in his arms.
“Carver…” she sobbed, her body trembling beneath him. Her eyes opened as he withdrew his fingers and watched him intently as he sucked her juices off his fingers.
“You taste so good,” he whispered. Her eyes were intent on his as she tucked her thumbs beneath the waistband of his pants and pushed them off his hips. He kicked them off and slowly lowered himself against her. He pressed his lips against hers as he took himself in hand and guided himself into her, then gripped her hips and thrust deep. He stopped suddenly as her body clamped down on his as he tore through her barrier. Her fingernails scored lines down his back as she rotated her hips up against him, trying to get him to move again. He let out a shuddering breath and buried his face in the crook of her neck as he sank into her, his movements smooth and sure.
“I love you, Carver,” she whispered against his neck. Her words spurred him on and he lifted her hips, angling them, and thrust deeper, harder. He shuddered at the feel of her, hot, wet, and tight, around him.
Her breath hitched at the intense look in his eyes as she leaned back on the pillows to watch him, her eyes moving down the length of her body to watch him slide in and out of her in the shaft of moonlight that highlighted where their bodies were joined. She watched, transfixed, a whimper escaping her lips as she rolled her hips in time with his thrusts. Her body tightened and Siobhann looked up at Carver, wetting her lips.
“This is so wrong…” he began, thrusting harder.
“But so incredibly right…” she finished, grinding against him, her head falling back as the tremors started again, her body tightening further. His fingers dug into her hips as he began to slam into her, his movements erratic. She bit down hard on her lip to hold back her cry as the pleasure exploded within her, her fingers gripping and ripping at the sheet beneath her. He let out a hoarse moan as he jetted himself deep inside, then collapsed on top of her, his arms wrapping around her and holding her tight to him. He rolled over, taking her with him, pulling the sheets up over their sweat soaked bodies.
“That was… incredible…” he whispered, kissing her lightly.
“Mmhmm…” she agreed, snuggling in close.
He rubbed light circles over her back, his eyes fluttering closed.
When she thought Carver was asleep, Siobhann removed herself from his arms and crept from the bed. She quietly dressed in the dark room, then slipped out of the house to stand at the top of the staircase, resting her hands on the half wall and looking down at the silent streets below.
“Did I disgust you?” his voice was soft as arms slid around her waist from behind, pulling her up against his bare chest.
“I’d have to be disgusted at myself as well, then. I could have stopped you but I didn’t want to.”
“She was right when she said all you did was flirt. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it was a gift to us both.”
“Why me? Why not wait for someone special? Like a husband?”
She turned in his arms and looked up at him.
“You are special. Besides, I didn’t want just anyone to have it and I might never get married. Could you actually see me with one of those fops in Hightown once we are considered good enough to be a part of their crowd? Can you honestly imagine someone wanting to marry a mage, let alone an apostate? Face it, I could even end up tossed in the Gallows if they don’t make me tranquil first, just for living outside of their circle.”
He kissed the top of her head and hugged her tight.
“Come, let’s go back inside. It’s getting cold and I don’t want either of us to catch a chill.”
She nodded, letting him usher her back inside.
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The men inside the Hanged Man stared as she walked in, every eye plastered to the curve of her hips as they swayed with every step. One hand reached out as she got close enough to try and touch, before she slapped it away.
“Looking is fine, touching isn’t unless you want every bone in that hand snapped,” her voice was good natured as she looked down at the offender before she continued on toward the table Isabela was sitting, playing a hand of Wicked Grace with Varric.
“Care to join, Hawke?” Varric asked as he looked up at her.
“Maybe later,” she grinned, tossing a small sack of coins in Isabela’s direction. The pirate caught it, opening it up to count what was inside, then looked up at her friend. Her lips quivered as she tried not to laugh, the realization finally hitting her as to why she was being paid.
“Naughty girl. Seems like some lines were crossed after all, weren’t they?”
“Oh stuff it, Bela. I still intend to win that back in regards to Chantry Boy.”
“Like Puppy will allow that now?”
Varric’s eyes widened as he looked between the two of them.
“Ho-ly shit. You didn’t, did you?”
“Too much alcohol. He looked like cotton candy and I couldn’t stop eating. I have this awful sweet tooth y’know, almost an addiction,” her eyes shifted to Isabela, “And yes, Puppy will allow it. We had a nice long discussion this morning, after last night’s events.”
Varric grumbled and tossed coins over at Isabela.
“Damnit, figured that would be the easiest ten sovereigns I’d ever make.”
“You’re not the only one. I was so sure I’d be the one winning that bet. Can’t complain about losing though,” she grinned, then started to turn her head to see what the others were looking at until strong arms folded themselves around her waist, one of them tossing another satchel of coins Isabela’s way.
“Shit, you too?”
“I blame her. I don’t think I’d ever have thought of it had she not brought the bet up to begin with,” Carver’s voice sounded in her ear. Three sets of eyes landed on Isabela and narrowed. She threw up her hands, a smirk on her lips.
“Not my fault. I can’t help it if he decided to start having fantasies over the bet or that he acted on them.”
“Isabela, what are we going to do with you?” Siobhann sighed, resting her hands on top of her brother’s.
“Love me? I’m just so lovable.”
She rolled her eyes and grinned at the pirate then removed herself from Carver’s grip.
“I need to head to see the Viscount about reclaiming our old home. Wish me luck that it doesn’t take until the next age to win a meeting with him.”
“You’ll need all the luck you can get. I’ve seen the lines of people waiting for just a glimpse of the man,” Carver snorted.
“I’ll also see if I can find a way to get you into the guard, now that Aveline’s captain, if you’d like?”
He nodded as he made himself comfortable at the table, picking up the cards he was dealt.
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“Hawke,” his voice held a fine tremor as he quickened his pace to catch up to the woman.
“Oh, what do we have here? Heart stopping accent, breath stealing face, and if reality is anything like my imagination, a body to tempt even a saint to sin beneath that shiny armor. Looks like I have a Sebastian on my hands,” Siobhann’s eyes glinted with mischief then warmed immensely as she tugged her lower lip between her teeth, enjoying how he colored like an untried school boy.
“Oh d-dear. L-Look… can we talk for a m-moment?” he stuttered under the heat of her gaze.
“Only if you’re willing to keep me company while I try to see the viscount. I can find some pleasant ways to while away the time if I have to wait too long,” her grin was almost predatory as she looked him over.
“You’ll be the death of me Hawke,” he sighed then fell into step beside her, “But I’m hoping you can assist me once again.”
She dropped all pretense of being the seductress as he held open the door for her, slipping ahead of him as they entered the keep.
“They’re back, aren’t they?” she asked quietly, “A different company, but more mercenaries after your life?”
He was taken aback at her demeanor, the concerned woman in front of him doing more to damage his resistance against her than the siren she had been.
“No, thank the Maker. I found out who hired them and I don’t think it’s wise to go alone. I’m the last of my line, Hawke, or I’d do it myself. These people, the ones who hired the mercenaries, they were friends of my parents. I don’t understand how they could do this. I just want to talk to them, to find out why, but I’d like you there when I go.”
“You’ve my word, Sebastian. I’d suggest we do it as soon as possible, except I’m thinking the wait to see the viscount will be a long one.”
“Why do you need an audience with him?”
“The Deep Roads excursion turned out to be more profitable than expected. I’m hoping to have the Amell estate returned to us, now that I have the coin for its upkeep.”
Sebastian took her hand without a word and pulled her up the stairs, stopping as soon as they stood in front of Seneschal Bran.
“Tell the Viscount that His Majesty the Crown Prince of Starkhaven Sebastian Vael, and a friend wish an audience.”
Seneschal Bran bowed to them both, though the look he gave them was poisonous, before excusing himself to enter the viscount’s office. He returned a moment later and held the door open for them as they stepped through, shutting it behind them once they were across the threshold.
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“I can’t believe it! You got me in quicker than I thought and I have my mother’s home back!” Siobhann grinned from ear to ear as they left the keep. Without thinking she leapt into his arms and kissed him, her eyes sparkling.
“Uhhh Hawke. I’m glad you’re so overjoyed, but could you please get off me?”
She grinned at him as she stepped back, then turned around and added a slight roll to the sway of her hips, snickering silently as she heard his quiet moan behind her.
“Perhaps we could visit the Harimann estate tomorrow? I have this sudden need to confess my sins. If you’ll excuse me?”
Her scent and soft laughter followed him as he turned toward the Chantry, haunting him during his waking hours as she did in his dreams.
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