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In Good Hands	By : KyeShgall Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hawke opened her mouth as if to protest, but before she could say a word, he was there, standing behind her with one hand at the back of her neck and the other sliding firmly beneath one of her shoulder blades. Instead of speaking, her open mouth drew breath in a shuddering gasp and Varric could feel her tremble with a shiver that ran from her neck to the base of her spine.
He fought the keen urge to lean closer and inhale the scent of her hair and skin even as he allowed the roughness of his chin to graze her neck in the lightest of teasing touches. Instead, he smiled, imagining all he might accomplish in one long, industrious night with Hawke. For the moment, at least, every image he could conjure of slick bodies joining was still imbued with the gleam of possibility.
He began at her neck and worked downwards, his strong fingers undeterred by the cloth that separated him from her smooth expanse of skin. He had high hopes that the shirt would come off eventually and these hopes were fed by the way she was already moving to the rhythm of his hands. She anticipated, leaning slightly backwards to meet his touch. Her breath was heavy, each throaty inhale drawn through her still open mouth, each shivering exhale released with an audible sigh. Oh yes, they were off to a very good start.
The knot he had released from her shoulder yesterday evening had returned. That was no great surprise. She had only been hefting a massive sword all day, slicing through spider dens in the morning then fighting off a gang of brigands on the afternoon trek home. She was lucky to have escaped with only renewed soreness. The day’s adventures could easily have torn through a shoulder that hadn’t been properly healed in the first place.
Varric kneaded at the knot, overwhelming it with a sequence of pressure and release until its tightness melted away. Hawke responded admirably with the gentlest of moans. He rewarded her with the long caress of a well-placed upstroke that rose along muscles so eager to be touched. The next thing he knew, Hawke had reached behind her to grab his hand.
“Here,” she said, her voice no more than a breathy whisper. “It’s tight.” She guided his hand to a spot just above her right hipbone.
She was right. Another deep knot was here. Varric went to work, kneading it gently to loosen its edges before he pressed deeper. The fabric of her shirt was in the way this time, so he lifted it up. It gave him such pleasure to feel the warmth of her skin and he was well aware that he wouldn’t want to leave this sensation behind. He could only hope that she too would see the folly of a massage given and received through layers of clothing.
Again, the tension in her body yielded to his touch and, again, the little moan escaped Hawke’s lips. Varric stepped closer, his hands returning to the top of her shoulder as his fingers rolled downward over strong muscles until he reached her upper arm. From a distance her arms were deceptively thin. Up close, they were all lean muscle and compact strength. And every one of these muscles held its own burst of tightness that seemed to be just waiting for Varric and the skilled play of fingers that brought Hawke such relief. Really, now, what would she do without him?
Hawke lifted her head, which had been lolling forward in a pose of utter relaxation thanks to the work he had already done on her neck. She turned to Varric and stared at him. And, damn it all, if her face wasn’t close enough that he could have moved forward half a hand’s-breadth to kiss her lips.
“Varric?” she said.
“Hawke?”
“My legs are as much in need of this as my arms,” she said. “Is that… weird… to ask you?”
He stopped his work in order to think for a moment and choose his words wisely. Based on her recent skittishness, he was pretty sure that the way he handled a delicate question like this one could either scare her off entirely or make his night a whole lot more interesting. Suffice it to say, Varric was hoping for interesting.
“It’s not weird,” he said, his face still kissably close. “It’s a full body massage and that’s… a different beast entirely. I’d need you to lie down for it. And probably get undressed. Those trousers are too thick to work through comfortably.”
“It’s not asking too much?” she said. “I don’t think I realized how sore I am.”
“I’m willing, Hawke,” he said, stifling a chuckle, because, Andraste’s freckled tits, wasn’t that just the understatement of the night? “So long as you’re comfortable.”
“So…” she said, her gaze dropping down and away from him. “Do I just…”
“Take off your trousers and go lie down on the bed,” he said. His voice was measured and affable, so carefully schooled that it revealed not one hint of the desire he felt so urgently. “Just go ahead and pitch all the pillows overboard if you need the space. I’ll join you in a minute or two.”
She looked at him again and in her eyes Varric could read what he thought to be relief and thanks mixed with a lingering uncertainty. Was he entirely mistaken or did he also see something akin to arousal?
Hawke rose from her seat at the table and passed beyond his view. He could hear her beyond the partition unbuckling her trousers and kicking off her shoes as she shuffled around his wide bed. Varric removed his boots then went to the door to make sure that, yes, it really was locked. He paused there for a moment, allowing her time to get settled.
There was one thing he knew with absolute certainty. If Hawke wanted anything more than a massage tonight, she would have to ask him for it. He could only bring her along so far before it all came down to her choosing either to leave—with her status as his friend remaining unaltered—or to stay and join her body to his as they figured out an altogether different sort of closeness that he just knew would be big enough to still encompass friendship while making space for a few things more. He wanted more. And he really hoped he wasn’t fooling himself in thinking that so did she.
Certain he had waited long enough, he went to the bed expecting to see a pair of long bare legs awaiting his attention while the rest of her body remained clothed in shirt and smallclothes. But he was wrong and quite surprised to see that she’d stripped completely. Not one piece of clothing was left and at last he could see every curve of her naked backside. A very good surprise indeed.
Her reward for full nakedness was renewed attention to her back and shoulders before he moved downward to attend to the powerful muscles of her legs. He knelt beside her on the bed, not daring to straddle her hips—at least not yet—lest he risk revealing the length to which his own arousal was growing. So to speak.
Hawke’s legs were beautiful, to look at and to touch, but they were also difficult. Like all human legs, they were just way too long for their own good. And these legs in particular were comprised entirely of thick, tight muscles that seemed only to relax with the deepest, hardest pressure he could bring to bear. Fingers alone were insufficient and he soon found himself straining into her with the heel of his hand.
Still, the difficulty was worth the chance to get so well acquainted with such intimate parts of her body as her sweet, nicely-rounded ass and the delicate softness of her inner thighs right where they came into contact with a certain other part of her that would remain off limits and untouched, at least until she gave him leave to do otherwise.
“Okay,” he said at last. “That’s all there is. You’re done.”
“No,” she whispered. Her reply came quickly and she made no effort to hide the disappointment from her voice.
It brought him a surge of joy to hear it.
“I’m afraid you’ve reached the limits of what a friendly massage has to offer,” Varric said.
Hawke said nothing, but neither did she move.
He supposed there really wasn’t any good reason not to push a little. “There is more I could do for you,” he said. “But it would go way beyond the limits of a friendly massage. And you’d have to me ask nicely.”
“Varric?” Hawke raised herself up on one elbow, affording him a full view of her breasts, which she made no move to cover. “Are you offering to… to…”
“Yes,” he said in the same steady and comforting tone of voice he had used earlier when directing her to the bed. “I’m offering to fuck you, Hawke. We’ve always been honest with each other and, honestly, you’re a good friend, a valuable partner, and though you’ll never compare to the finest crossbow in Kirkwall, it doesn’t matter. I’d still like to make you my woman.”
“Oh… Maker,” she said, looking away from him, shaking her head. “Anders…”
Varric could feel his blood running cold. That was not the name he’d been hoping hear. Not at all. He looked away, shutting his eyes against his own foolishness…
But Hawke wasn’t finished. Her words tumbled out in wild abandon. “Anders was right. I thought he was crazy for even suggesting it. I yelled at him. I said he was no friend of mine unless he took it back. He wouldn’t. Varric, he wouldn’t. So I stormed off without even letting him heal my shoulder. I came here to see you to try and prove how full of shit he was. To prove that you’re nothing more than my dearest friend. But instead it all got really confusing. And I had my shirt off… and you were touching me.. and I just wanted… I wanted…”
“You wanted to go,” he said.
Hawke gave a quick laugh and shook her head. “I wanted to lie down, spread myself open, and take whatever you had to give me.”
Varric raised an eyebrow. “You… ran away.”
“I’m here now,” she said.
“Naked in my bed,” he said, allowing his gaze to trace the line of her body. Some of the warmth was already surging back through him.
“Right, so… will you continue my massage past friendliness?” she said, asking very nicely indeed. Hawke was smiling at him now and seemingly gone was any trace of the shy uncertainty he had so easily come to accept as an elemental part of this equation. “Because I do have another tight spot for you.”
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