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Iron Chains	By : miladygrimm Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 13616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Josephine, no. I mean it.”
The irritated Antivan stood there in a heavy bathing robe still drying from her recent bath. A brush in one hand, and several ruby pins in the other.
“Inquisitor, you cannot go into Halimshiral with that...” she waved the brush in Lex's general direction. “Mess. It is most unacceptable!”
“It's not a mess. It's my hair.” Lex looked down at Josephine's perfect crown of dark hair. Half dry and unbound the long dark curls went halfway down the womans back, framing her pretty face with their brunette glory. She looked, as always, perfect. The small dark beauty looked like she belonged in the Orlesian parlor of the rooms that had been allotted to them as esteemed guests of the Inquisition. The fine hanging velvets and marble lion sculptures were just a background to her regal anger.
“That is a subject of some debate.”
“I go everywhere with this 'mess',” Lexara retorted. She adjusted her uniform yet again, feeling ridiculously under dressed despite the fact that she was wrapped in fitted red velvet and heavy woolen black pants. It wasn't her armor, nor even her tunic.
“You go to battle like that.” Josephine argued taking a self assured step towards the much taller Qunari female.
“You said that this was battle.”
“I said this was The Game, there is a distinct difference, Lexara.”
Lex frowned. Despite their casual sexual intimacy Josephine rarely called Lex by her first name.
She took another look at Jo now. Her purple gaze carefully eying the robed woman. She looked, at first glance, perfect. But Lexara had known her long enough to see the tightness around her golden eyes, and the stern set Jo's full lips. There was something deeper.
“Hey, what's wrong?”
“Why would anything be wrong?” Jo demanded, waving her arms and the preening paraphernalia about. “I am merely trying to make you presentable, Maker help us all, is that so wrong?”
The words weren't particularly harsh but the tone was. Lex felt a creeping anxiety in her belly that she couldn't put a name to. There was something wrong and she was beginning to worry that she was in the heart of it.
“Jo...”
“You, you...you have feelings for Iron Bull, yes?”
Uncertainty mingled with that heavy feeling in her gut. She had never hid her feelings for the Qunari male from Josephine. Jo had never been jealous about it, at least not to Lex.
“Yes, Maker knows why.”
“Well then why are we...” Josephine motioned between the two of them.
Lex frowned deeper and took a seat on the dark chaise that sat in the corner.“Enjoying each other? Because...we need it.”
“Yes, of course. But if your feelings are elsewhere...”
There was a hint of something else to the tone, something that had Lexara taking the smaller female in her arms and plopping her robed body down in her lap. She held her close, tucking her head beneath her chin. “Jo...stop. Tell me what's bothering you.”
Josephine sagged suddenly in the embrace. “It's his sad eyes...and his gruff laugh...and his damned beard.”
Understanding rippled in, followed closely by confusion. “Blackwall?”
“Hush, Lexara.” Jo said pitifully.
“Jo, my sweetest Jo, talk to me.”
For a moment the two women sat there in silence. Lexara stroked Jo's back and kissed her forehead every so often, waiting for the Antivan to talk about whatever it was that got her head in a storm.
“It started a while ago, he came to visit me...why I don't even know. I was just going to visit Princess.” she said naming the pretty golden horse that Jo had purchased for herself. “And he was already there, feeding her sugar cubes. And you know Princess, she hates everyone. But there she was! She was just...just showing off for him, flicking her tail and the like. And I just watched him there smiling at her.
“He didn't see me at first. His smile was so real and so warm. I realized I never see him smile. I know that Warden's are supposed to be grim and ready to sacrifice themselves but...but...”
Lexara understood. She had the utmost respect for Blackwall.
“We talked,” Josephine continued. “Once he saw me there. He blushed and tried to be as grim as he always is, but Princess kept nudging at him and...we just started talking. It was easy. We talked about horses first, then about poetry, then about...everything. Hours went by and I hadn't even noticed the time till my stomach reminded me I had not yet had my dinner. So he went with me...and we talked more.”
Lexara smiled, keeping silent, and continued to pet the long dark curls. She was mildly entranced by how they looked against her fingers.
“He just...there's more too him than I thought.”
“You didn't take him for a sweaty tumble?”
“No!” Josephine said incredulously. Then she hid her face against Lex's neck. “But Maker how I tried. I had thought I was very clear about wanting him to come back to my room.”
“And he resisted?”
“He was oblivious!”
Lexara let out a loud laugh, her body rumbling with it.
“What is so funny, I'd like to know!”
Lexara's laughter grew louder as the smaller woman looked up at her with appalled derision. She took a breath and slapped at her own knee. “Look at the pair of us! Throwing ourselves at males who haven't the faintest clue what to do with us.”
Josephine looked horrified at first, and then began to giggle. “Oh I shouldn't laugh, it's rather sad.”
“Oh I can heal the rifts of the world but I can't get one Qunari male to take me to bed!”
“I can talk my way around Nobles of Antivva, Ferelden, and Orlais...but I can't talk one Warden between my legs.”
“They are very nice legs.”
“Oh, why thank you very much. Oh Maker....What are we to do?”
Lexara's laugh slowly subsided. It was good to see those lines of worry smooth out and the warmth enter into Josephine's eyes once more. “We...pass the time...” she said tugging the heavy robe open to free Jospehine's chest. “Until we know what we can do.”
“It...doesn't bother you?”
Lexara's hand drifted languidly across Jo's heavy breast. “What?”
“That I care for Blackwall?”
Lexara settled Jo more firmly on her lap. “I care about you Jo. You are special to me, you have a part of my soul and I love you for that. Let me ask you a question.”
“Okay?” Her brows knitted prettily on her face.
“Do your feelings for Blackwall make you care for me any less?”
“Of course not.”
“So why then, should they make me care for you any less?”
“I...I don't know...”
“There you have it.”
Lexara tilted Jo back, arching her just enough that she could dip her head to slowly tease her tongue across the top of one large round tit. She kept it light and gentle. She watched Jo struggle to let go of the questions that were plaguing her mind.
“Are you sure...”
“Jo...Oh Josie...let me show you.”
Lexara unwrapped the robe from Josephine's shoulders and let it fall away. Lex laid her back on that velveteen chaise. She was a glory to behold, a painting made manifest. That golden brown skin against the deep red, her dark curling hair all about her. In the months since they first started their relationship Lexara had always found herself shocked to see this elegant beauty reaching up to her.
Lex touched her lightly, “You are beautiful, Josephine Montilyet. You are oh so very beautiful. If he doesn't know it then he is a damned fool.”
Lexara took her time. Her hands traced across that golden brown skin. She started up at her neck and slowly petted across breasts and stomach. She watched the tension ease out of Jo's body and smiled. “...perfect.”
When Jo was pliant and limp Lexara lifted her up and kissed those soft lips. Both women wrapped their arms around each other pulling into the embrace. Lex kept the kiss light, despite Jo trying to deepen it. She held her very still as she placed one light kiss after another on those soft lips.
“You are a beauty...you are fire trapped inside a woman.” Lexara summoned her magic to her fingertips. Electricity danced just beneath her fingers as she started to pet Josephine once again. Jo arched herself towards those fingers. “Never forget that.”
Suddenly Lexara plunged those tingling fingertips between Josephine's thighs. Jo was wet and slick against Lexara's palm. She worked her digits in and out, slowly spreading that slick opening. “You are a passionate spirit and you are not to be ignored.”
Lexara kept her movements easy and diligent, milking Jo's pleasure.
“Lex...” Jo begged, her hips arching for more.
“Mmmm I know...I know.” Lexara knelt between Jo's spread legs.
She leaned down and kissed Jo again, rougher this time keeping her fingers lodged in her slit.
“I'm sorry,” Jo managed.
“For what, Lady Montilyet?”
“For wanting him too.”
Lexara chuckled and moved her fingers faster, “Don't....don't you dare. Go ahead, Jo...think of him.”
Jo's eyes flutterd. “Hmm?”
Lexara slid her fingers a little deeper, crooking them gently against the small rough button just at the tip of her digits. “Think of him, Josephine. Think of Blackwall thick and hard for you.”
Lex's thumb flicked across the sensitive nub at the top of Jo's slit. The Antivan groaned and her hands gripped the edge of the chaise.
“No, no...not like this,” Lexara pulled back and lifted Jo off the lounging chair. She easily flipped the human woman unto her knees, “There we go...just like that.”
Lex returned her fingers to Jo's slick slit. “He'd take you like a horse might, wouldn't he?” Jo demanded as she continued to please the Antivan.
“Yesssss.” Josephine gripped the chaise and arched her back. “Just like that.”
Lex gripped Jo's hip with her free hand pulling her back the way men were wont to do in the midst of lovemaking. She gave Jo that fantasy, gave herself what she needed. “Mmmm so wet...so warm...he'd love it Josie, she'd love that sweet wetness around him. You'd make him forget Jo, you would.”
Lex's fingers plunged deeper and she edged the magic of the spell, turning up that wild tingle.
“Close...close.” Jo chanted as her breaths came out in strangled gasps.
“Cum for him, Josie...cum on his cock.” Lex twitched her fingers against that rough spot inside her hole.
Lex felt the walls of Josephine's slit tremble around her fingers. Josephine threw her head back and cried out. A sudden slick wave of wetness across her palm. She stroked the human woman through the after spasms, slowly dislodging her hand from that wet slit.
Jo crumpled forward against the velvet. Her eyes closing as she smiled. “You know, it just occurred to me.”
“Hmm?”
“You never let me pleasure you...you never ask for it, you never...”
Lex chuckled and gave Jo's hip a soft kiss. “I gain pleasure from pleasing you, Jo.”
“You don't want me to touch you...kiss you...the way you do for me I mean.”
Lex shrugged her shoulders and knitted her brows. “I wouldn't say no to the offer, Josie. But if you are asking if it is something I actively seek out...then I'll have to say no.”
“I don't understand.” Jo said rolling over unto her back and stretching out. She sat up and curled her legs up to her naked chest.
“I know that...I don't understand it myself. But I try not too think too much about it.” Lexara offered a small smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She could see the Ambassador trying to understand. She had faced this before from other lovers, and they usually responded by getting upset...or by accusing her of not being truly interested. She readied herself for some sort of rage or complaint.
“Inquisitor, you are a very strange Lady.” Josephine took Lex's hand and kissed the palm. “But I like you.”
“As you have pointed out to me, Josephine...I am not a lady.”
"Point made. Now turn around so I can fix your hair."
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