To Catch a Thief
They didn't get much time out of the fort. But when they did most soldiers went straight for the nearest place with music and booze to unwind. "Your sister is here." Carver groaned. The throb of the music wasn't enough to drown out of the laughter of his buddies. "She's wrapped around the captain. Now that's a show I want to see."
He slammed his glass on the table hard enough the glass cracked in half. "She's our superior and the other is my sister. Shut your fucking mouths." They stared at the glass in silence long after he stormed off.
They hadn't been lying. Hawke had his captain pinned to the wall, a hand tangled in the woman's blonde hair, her smile wide between open mouthed kisses along the other woman's neck and collarbone. A fist formed pulling back the captain's head, dragging a deep moan from her as she arched hard enough to clink the ice against the glass in Hawke's other hand. He coughed loudly, easy enough to do in the elfroot haze, especially when fighting a chuckle at his sister on her tiptoes in those ridiculous boots. "Hawke."
All the Hawke children had inherited their mother's blue eyes but only Hawke's darkened to midnight depths. Their adoptive grandmother had called them sea eyes. That darkness turned on him now, hazy with desire that quickly shuttered behind her lashes when she realized who called her name. "Carver." The captain didn't notice him, nuzzling her lips against Hawke's neck and her hands wandering. Even if it wasn't his sister she was pawing all over, Hawke's detachment from it was wrong.
His lip curled in disgust. "Better place for that, sister mine. We need to respect our captain in the morning."
She took a step back from the woman, catching her gently and giving her a charming smile. She brushed a kiss across her knuckles. "Give me a moment, darling?" The captain nodded. Hawke grabbed Carver's arm in bruising grip and drug him around the corner before slamming him into the wall. He found himself grateful that he could look over her angry head. "Respect her in the morning, Carver Anthony Hawke? You damn well better, or I will beat your ass in the middle of the training yard so hard all your buddies won't be able to sit for the next month."
He glared down at her. "Will you respect her in the morning? Do you even know her name? Or care?"
She snarled. "I know all their names, you fucking ass. Every man and every woman. I do pay attention. I even make sure they have an orgasm. Multiple if I can manage it. If they need something, I make sure it comes their way within a week or two."
"So you pay people to fuck you. That's low, Hawke. I knew you were an unloveable bitch sometimes but I didn't think it had gotten that bad."
Hawke was silent as she stared up at him for several heartbeats. She stepped away from him, her face empty. "Void take you, Carver." She turned and walked away.
He went back to his table, silent and brooding. He should have followed her, apologized. He could do it tomorrow. A serving girl tapped his shoulder. "A message from your sister. She said thanks for the coin, they'll enjoy a night alone at one of the inns. That's sweet of you!" She gave him a radiant smile. He checked his pockets, there wasn't even a spare cooper left. He was never going to apologize.
The captain was shy now as Hawke opened the door to the room she rented. She tossed a smile over her shoulder. "If you changed your mind, I'll sleep on the couch and you can have the bed, Anna."
She shook her head slowly, licking her lips. "I've never done this with a woman."
Hawke's eyebrows raised. "Fooled me." She held out her hand and pulled the other woman to her. One hand smoothed over her ass bring their hips flush together as she cradled her cheek. "If you want me to stop, just say so, sweets." She nodded and Hawke smiled, pulling her head down to her and kissing her deeply. She could still taste the whiskey on her lips, an intoxicating blend. She let her fingers trace down her neck, feeling their pulses quicken. Clothes were gone in a flurry, tossed precariously close to the fire as Hawke laughing grabbed the shirt and threw it on the couch.
A flush had formed on Anna's cheeks, deepening as Hawke pushed her back on the bed and kissed down her body. "Let me take care of you, darling."
Her breathing hitched as Hawke's lips trailed along her abdomen and then across her hipbone. She rolled a delicate coral nipple between her thumb and finger, humming at her gasp. "What about you?"
Hawke froze above her parted thighs, midnight eyes full of amusement and pleasure. "Aren't you impatient?" She slid both her hands between her thighs, pulling another sound from Anna's lips as she spread her further open. "We have all night, darling, and as many nights as you desire after." She gave a long lick to the folds before her, watching her arch. She chuckled. "And days too. I want to watch you come undone in the Chantry choir loft at least once, Anna." A strangled laugh left her as Hawke latched on to her clit and sucked. She tangled her hands in her dark curls, her moans quickly becoming more erratic. A soft squeal left her when she slowly slid a finger into her.
"I want." She grasped at the sheets, writhing.
Hawke leaned up, chin glistening and smiling as her thumb took up the pace her tongue had set and slid in a second finger. "You want what, sweets?"
Anna exploded, curling around herself before flinging her body outward with a wild howl. The room next to theirs beat on the wall, Hawke ignored it as she slowly eased her fingers free from the twitching woman and snuggled in beside her. Her erratic breathing finally slowed and she lurched up on to her elbow to stare down at Hawke, who's smile was pleased. She leaned down and kissed her, tasting herself on her lips and pinching a taut nipple and wondering at the fullness of it when she cupped her breast in her hand. She broke the kiss with a shaky laugh as Hawke arched against her. "You've ruined men for me."
Hawke chewed her lip, eyes flashing. "Well, that's not so bad is it?"
She shook her head and straddled Hawke's body. "And I have private quarters back at the fort."