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Losing the Keys	By : Snowfire Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 5308 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age Origins or Dragon Age 2, nor the characters from the aforementioned. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I simply thank Bioware for creating such an incredible universe for me to play with.

Chapter List
- 1-Losing the Keys
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    The two lithe bodies slammed into the wall beside the door, each ones hands roving across the other's body as they kissed with a fierce, unyielding passion. Tongues danced between their lips, the taste of strong alcohol drowning out their unique flavours. Tonight though, tonight it didn't matter. Not after what they'd done. Slim hands groped desperately with belts and straps, the clink of chainmail and the gentle creaks of creasing leather punctuating the gentle gasps and moans passing between the two women.

   “Maker Merill, I know you don't much care about being seen, but can you at least wait until we're inside?” Cerys Hawke groaned around kisses, one hand wrapping itself in her elven lover's hair whilst the other dipped into one of the various pouches on her belt. “Look, just le-oH!” She cut off sharply as Merill's affections found their way to her neck. How does she always find that spot...she half thought through the haze of pleasure, her free hand still methodically searching for the key to the Hawke – previously Amell – estate. Oh Maker, this is not...good...

   “Maker take it!” She growled as her hand scrabbled in the last pouch.

   “What is it, love of mine?” Merill chirruped as she took a breath. Cerys had taken a blow to the chest from the mad Knight Commander, sacrificing her own defence to reach out and erect a kinetic barrier preventing one of the animated statues collapsing on her, and she intended to repay her in full. Human dislike for exposing themselves outdoors wasn't really a pressing concern.

   “I..ah!” She gasped again as the dark haired elf continued her efforts to drive her into temporary insanity. “Can't find the...damned..ah..key.”

   “And that concerns me, why?” The elven mage asked politely on another breath. “I care little about the location of your repayment. Simply that it has a modicum of privacy which,” she pulled back slightly and Cerys felt her grin, “this alcove has aplenty.”

   “Merill...” Cerys began.

   “No. I,” kiss. “Will,” breath – shudder from Cerys. “Repay.” Kiss again. “My saviour.”

   “I,” Cerys shivered under her lover's skilful caress – she had come a long way from an inexperienced girl; they both had, “I really don't have a choice in this, do I?”

   “Did you want one?” She teased, fastening her lips onto Cerys' as one slender elven hand slid lower.

   The muffled yelp of surprise from the human sorcerer as Merill's cold fingers grazed her centre quickly vanished into a series of equally quieted moans as those same nimble fingers went to work. Merill moved forward, pushing the taller human woman back into the locked door and breaking the kiss to lavish attention on her neck. She wasn't going to allow Cerys to get her bearings, she had the last time she had tried this and her love had managed to regain enough 'sense' to realise where the key had gone, somehow get the door open and pull them both inside. Not this time. Well, not yet at least. “I take it that is a no, yes?” She smirked, not really expecting an answer as her fingers pushed Cerys further towards a panting frenzy of lust.

   “I...I...oh sweet Andraste. Merill, I-” the flow of words cut into scrambled words, Merill's fingers curling deep within her as she arched against the cool wood of the estate door. She arched higher, elven fingers digging ever deeper towards her core, and then stopped. Cerys growled something indistinct, at the very least minorly vicious, and Merill giggled.

   “Coming round?”

   “Slowly...” Cerys forced out past outraged frustration.

   “Good.” Merill's eyes glowed in the dark and her fingers spun once more.

   Once, twice, thrice, Merill brought her to the edge, sending her tumbling toward ecstatic pleasure, before pulling her back, each time ratcheting her higher and higher. She led Cerys on a dizzying swirl of dives and climbs between the peaks of ecstasy, until she couldn't think clearly, let alone speak. And then she let her go, and they soared.

   “Maker!” Cerys breathed, her sweat drenched body slumped against the door, all thoughts of the lost key and gaining entrance before Merill 'did something' forgotten. Merill just had 'done something' and it eclipsed all the joys that she had previously inflicted upon her in the bedchamber. Merill smiled again, this time a gentle teasing smile.

   “The rewards of valour.” She said, pulling Cerys' lips down to hers for a soft, but no less passionate, kiss.

   “I shall attempt to be valourous.” Cerys murmured breathlessly. Merill's hand brushed one of the pouches on her belt on it's way up.

   “And there's that key of yours.” Merill said, reaching past Cerys to unlock the heavy estate door and guiding the two through it as Cerys' strength began to return. Dropping the key back into the pouch, she scampered off towards the bedroom. “Catch me if you can!” She called to the recovering elder Hawke.

   She reached their room well ahead of her lover and swiftly pulled open a drawer containing an old, much worn diary that she had kept since coming to Kirkwall. She didn't really need it, her memory was excellent, but it was nice to have little snippets written down. And it was easier for Cerys that way. She grinned again. She still had a lot in store for her. But for now...

   She grabbed a quill, swiftly uncapped an inkwell and dipped it and wrote:

   Dear Diary

Tonight I finally managed to get Cerys to forget that she had put the key in the lock already. Might have finally made progress on the “not outside damnit!” front too.

Also we had to kill that horrible Knight Commander after Anders blew up the Chantry. The explosion was oh so pretty, I just hope not too many people got hurt.

   “What's that, love?” Cerys' voice startled Merill for a second and then she looked round to see her lover standing in the doorway, leaning not so lightly on one side.

   “Nothing important.” She said quickly, carefully – she didn't want to stain the ink – closing the thin book and placing it back into the drawer. She laid the quill on the desk an stoppered the inkwell once again before stepping across the room to Cerys and wrapping her arms about her. “Now I believe my valourous love has some more in the way of rewards due.” She said, gently leading them back onto the big double bed.

   “Oh sweet Andraste!”
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