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Free as a Bird	By : Letticiae Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 9737 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5 – Come Together
Arthur and Hawke ran into each other's arms. As he lifted her up in a tight embrace, she was pleased to notice he was taller and bulkier. He took her hands looking for the ring he had sent her. It was right there where he hoped it would be, causing him to spill the tears he had been holding back from the moment he had set his eyes on her. He would have kissed her hands and fingers a thousand times if her mouth hadn't gone hungrily searching for his.
As Barlin, Leandra, Bethany and Carver approached to welcome Arthur back, Hawke unwillingly pulled away from him. No words had been exchanged between them yet. It wouldn't be easy telling him she would be leaving in the morning to fight a darkspawn horde at Ostagar.
"Hey, Carver, nice uniform. I see you joined the army. Good for you," said Arthur.
"Sure! I couldn't let Marian have all the fun now, could I?"
Arthur shot a confused look at Hawke who shifted her eyes avoiding his gaze.
"Those soulless darkspawn bastards will have a taste of our swords down at Ostagar, isn't that right, sister?" Carver continued before anyone could say anything.
At least now she didn't have to worry about how she was going to break this news to Arthur.
"Weren't you going to tell me about this? When are you leaving?" he asked biting his lower lip so hard he could taste blood.
"Tomorrow," she said with a barely audible voice. "I was going to tell you, I just didn't have the chance."
Everyone else took the hint and scattered, leaving the two of them alone.
"What do you mean you didn't have the chance? Did you just learn this?" he asked, making a huge effort to remain calm.
"N-No. I'm sorry," she staggered.
His eyes narrowed to slits. "I spent the last six months worried sick, without a single letter from you. You didn't even care enough to let me know you had joined the army. Even when you were still writing, you hid from me that you were living on some petty mercenary work."
"What do you care? You left me. You had no idea how dire things were after father died," she retorted.
"I didn't leave you. And I'm here now, am I not? I never stopped writing; it was you who abandoned me. I was miserable every second of every day in that blasted city without you. I couldn't think about anything else, I-"
"You didn't even come to visit, not even once!" she interrupted.
"Denerim is five days from here. Visiting my pals was a luxury I couldn't afford." He instantly regretted saying that. "Besides, Wade is crazy. He takes his work very seriously and wouldn't let me miss a day," he added trying to divert her attention from his previous sentence, but the damage was done.
"Visiting your pals? Well, this pal doesn't want your visit anymore. Here's your stupid ring. Have a good life!" She stormed away from him.
Clutching the ring tightly in his hand, he swallowed a cry of pain from his heart being broken and went home with his head hung. Though he wanted to follow her, he had learned from the arguments they had had before he left Lothering that it was better to let her calm down on her own a little.

The furious glare on Hawke's eyes tipped Carver off that he should keep his mouth shut as they walked to the army camp and she was grateful for his silence. Talking about what happened would probably make her cry and she didn't want to waste anymore tears on Arthur. At least the soldiers would be dismissed after lunch so that they could pack and say their goodbyes to their loved ones, since they would be leaving at dawn, and she could take this free time to have a pint at Dane's Refuge. She sure could use a drink.
During lunch break Carver noticed Hawke's trembling hands as she lifted a mug to her mouth and an incessant touching on the finger where the ring had been, clearly missing it. Behind her mask of fury, she was actually in pain.
"We should get a tattoo," he suggested, fumbling for a topic that would take her mind away from whatever it was that had happened between Arthur and her.
Her expression softened and she raised her eyes to meet his.
Apparently he was on the right track so he continued. "One of the guys here is a tattooist. I saw him giving John over there a griffon one. It looked pretty nice."
"Ok, let's do it!" Hawke said slamming her palms on the table and standing up.
"Really?" He looked surprised.
"Yeah, why not? It was your suggestion," she pointed out. "Or are you just a blabbering coward?"
"Of course not. I'm getting a mabari, for strength," he said going around the table to join Hawke and struggling to keep a resolute look on his face. "Let's go find the guy."
Locating the man was easy enough, for his shaved head and face were covered in drawings.
"I hear you're a tattooist. I want to get one done. I'm thinking about a big mean dragon on my back. And my brother here wants a mabari. We have coin."
"Well, that's all the information I need. The pain might be too great for you to handle, though, if I do this big mean dragon in one shot but we're leaving for Ostagar tomorrow so... Do you think you can take it?"
"I can", she asserted firmly.
"I was sure you were getting a hawk," said Carver.
At his remark, Hawke remembered the finely carved hawk on the ring that was on her finger until a few hours ago and how happy she had felt when she had received it."That's a bit too obvious. You know how I hate being predictable."
"We better get started right now. Follow me. And, kid, no chickening out! You're next," the tattooed man said, giving Carver a menacing look.
They went into his tent where he pointed her to a chair. Taking off her chestpiece, tunic and breastband and lowering the waistband of her pants and smalls she sat down with her front to the backrest, putting one leg to each side. Though Carver wanted to scold her for so nonchalantly showing her breasts to a random man without even thinking twice about it, he restrained himself as he noticed the content look in her eyes and her relaxed breathing. It wouldn't be fair to her for him to just barge in now, ruining the only peaceful moment she had all day. How could the tattooist look so undisturbed by her half-naked figure? Maybe he was used to tattooing women like that. I need to meet some of these women… he thought smiling.
At the sight of the man soaking a washrag in what was probably alcohol and rubbing it on her bare back, shoulders and neck to prepare her skin for the tattoo needles, Carver was brought back to reality. He bit his fist and went to wait outside the tent; otherwise he would have run his sword through the man and yanked her out of there.
Two hours had passed and the dragon was now fully traced. Its mouth and nostrils were reaching over her right shoulder, its pointy ears crawling up the nape of her neck, its wings on her ribs, claws looking like they were clinging to her skin, the lean body curling in her spine and a wicked spiked tail hanging to the left, ending one inch down on the curve of her behind. It was a beautiful gigantic highly detailed tattoo. As the deep red ink began to slowly fill its scales she moaned at the pleasurable pain of the thick sharp needle grazing incessantly her smooth skin.
Carver was pacing outside the tent and from time to time he would stick his head in there to check on his sister.
"Almost done here, kid. Chickened out yet?" the tattooed man yelled at Carver, taunting him.
When he looked back from the tent flaps to the camp he saw an exasperated Arthur calling Hawke's name. Barlin's son rushed to Carver, smiling to see him.
"Where is she?" he asked but waited for no answer as he heard her moan inside the tent. Furiously stomping in there, he startled the tattoo artist who dropped a rag drenched in Hawke's blood and sweat but thankfully held the needle in place. She turned her head to look at him.
Various emotions flooded Arthur's mind at sight of Hawke's half-naked body, alone with a strange man in a tent, having her soft pale skin irreparably marked for life. Betrayal for all these secrets she had been keeping from him, jealousy for another man touching her bare skin and seeing her breasts, hatred for her lack of shame in taking her clothes off in front of others, respect for her overbearing self-confidence in doing that, arousal for her hot naked body, astonishment for her stunning tattoo, love for the amazing woman she had become.
As he was having a hard time figuring out what to do next, so overwhelmed was he, Hawke and the tattooist resumed their tasks – hers being moaning and sweating.
"I see you are wearing an army uniform," she finally said, since he seemed unable to do or say anything.
"I joined. I won't leave you again. We'll go to Ostagar together, we'll fight and come back to get married. Please, take back the ring. It's yours as am I," he pleaded. She took the ring, holding it in her hand.
"We leave tomorrow, how come they let you enlist today?" she asked, keeping her voice carefully blank.
"There's a darkspawn horde to be defeated. The army officials are not exactly picky about willing help in times like these."
"Done! Definitely one of my best works! No scratching and no pulling the scab that will show up there in a few days. I'll just rub this salve over it and you're good to go," the tattoo artist had a proud grin on his face, amazed at himself for his great work.
"May I do this?" Arthur couldn't resist asking. His mind had definitely settled on arousal.
The tattooed man looked at Hawke and at her nod handed the salve to Arthur. "I'll go talk to your brother about his mabari idea", he said leaving the tent.
Even though he was being as gentle as he could, her sore feverish skin hurt at his touch. Breathing deeply she kept herself from wincing, not wanting to lose a single second of the sensation of his hands on her. The pain waned as the salve started taking effect, cooling and soothing her skin. When he reached the dragon's tail she just couldn't take it anymore. How many nights they spent aching for each other in the past years and now they were finally together but… they couldn't make love there!
"We're getting a room at Dane's. Now! Let's go!" she ordered, putting on her tunic. Breastband and chestpiece stayed off, because she couldn't take pressure over the tattoo right now.
"Good luck with your mabari, brother!" she said rushing out of the camp followed by a drooling Arthur.
Once in the rented room, clothes and pieces of armor laid scattered across the floor as they hungrily attacked each other getting rid of everything that could keep their skins apart.
"Ouch! No touching the tattoo!" she complained.
"It's everywhere! How are we going to make this work?" he retorted.
Please, she thought. What a lack of imagination! But she didn't have to answer him with words.
Pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed she crawled to his lap, straddling him. She lifted her body on her knees, keeping her breasts on his mouth level. He reveled on them, taking one nipple in his mouth and suckling eagerly, nibbling and circling it with his tongue as he teased the other with his hand, lightly pinching and rubbing it.
She slid off the bed, kneeling between his legs. Her mouth reached for his shaft making him moan as she sucked the swollen tip. His fingers entwined in her hair urging her to take his whole, hard length in her mouth. It was an impossible task, but she kept trying, her hand working up and down where her mouth couldn't reach. It had been too long since they were last together. He couldn't restrain himself and didn't want to. Holding her head in place he pumped a few times into her mouth and came flooding her throat with his seed. Before pulling away she looked up into his eyes and gave his head a sexy lick, then she closed the distance to his mouth, sharing his taste with him.
He wanted to do the same for her, to please her as she had pleased him, but couldn't think of a way to do it without her lying on her back which would certainly make her sensitive tattooed skin hurt. Noticing his hesitation, she guided him as usual. Her devilish smile as she violently pushed him on his back on the bed suggested she was up to no good. Kneeling over him, she crawled up his body until his face was between her thighs. What a glorious sight he had of her now! Her full breasts looked even bigger from this angle!
His fingers reached for her folds to separate them, fully exposing her nub to his hungry mouth. While he licked and sucked it, making her shudder and writhe on his face, he slid one and then two fingers inside her thrusting them in her warmth. His free hand grabbed her ass helping her steady herself since not even her hands clenched to the headboard were able to do so, as her body was thrown into an unending climax. Not caring if anyone could hear her, she screamed his name over and over again along with desperate pleas to the Maker. His tongue went from her clit to her sheath where he drenched his mouth in her juices giving her a few extra seconds of an already overwhelming pleasure.
She collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. Now it was his time to share her taste and he claimed her mouth. Thrilled to feel her own sweet taste on him, she deepened the kiss, sucking his tongue and lips.
Seeing her lose herself in an insanely powerful orgasm that he had caused made him hard again and built up his confidence. He had to be within her now and he knew just the way to do it without hurting the sore skin on her back.
"On your hands and knees, Marian." His voice was hoarse and lower than usual which sent shivers up her spine, giving her no option but to readily comply. She sighed at the thought that she wasn't with the boy who left her, but with the man who came back for her.
His bruising grasp on her hips held her in place as he pushed inside her with one potent thrust. She looked over her shoulder to watch, pleased as he gasped and groaned and hammered forcefully in her sheath. It aroused him even more to notice how the ferocious dragon clinging protectively to her back seemed to be eyeing him angrily, disapproving the way he was having her. As he freed a hand to search for her clit she began slamming her body against his, helping him keep that delightfully strong pace.
His caresses on her sensitive swollen nub sent waves of lust to every inch of her body. The slamming halted, replaced by a luscious sway of her hips on his shaft. They were both thrown over their heads in a matter of seconds, their orgasms shooting like a lightning through their sweaty forms simultaneously, making them scream each other's names at the blissful lost control of their convulsing bodies. Exhausted, they collapsed in bed, lying on their stomachs and facing each other. The heavy panting kept them from sleeping so they resorted to a much needed pillow talk.
"I see the ring is back on your finger," he remarked.
"It was stupid and cold-hearted giving it back to you like that. Please, forgive me," she begged looking into his big bright green eyes.
"Only if you promise you'll never do that again."
"I promise. I love you, Arthur," she whispered in his ear.
"I love you, Marian. I'm sorry for not visiting and for calling you pal. It's just that I was so happy and relieved to finally be with you again and then along came that awful news..."
"We both did and said things we regret. Let's just never do this again, ok, pal?" she interrupted, teasing him.
"Agreed, love. Do you realize this is the first time we had sex on a real bed?" he said as he stroked her messy hair, looking at her adoringly.
"The first, the second and the third," she chuckled.
With a sudden move she sat up on the bed, looking startled as realization hit her.
"I can't believe you joined the army one day before we leave to battle the darkspawn."
"I wanted to be with you. Isn't that the most insanely romantic thing anyone has ever done? I knew you wouldn't resist me if I did something like that," he gave her a silly smile.
"It sure is insane," she answered kissing his mouth.
Immediately his hands went up her thighs, looking for her warmth. He wanted to be inside her again, though he halted as he felt on his fingers the wetness of his semen that had run down from her tight core.
"Hey, I'm still there! Doesn't that bother you anymore?" he asked, glad with his discovery.
"It never did. I just said that to piss you off", she smiled.
"I knew it!" he said beaming and turned on his back to pull her over him, ready to go another round.
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