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“What do you think of the new recruit?”
Daveth and Inara were standing by the Quartermaster, Daveth keeping watch over the comings and goings of the mages from their encampment so that the pair could scope out a time to use the key to a pretty magical chest that one of the prisoners on the hill had given them in exchange for a few scraps of dinner. Duncan’s newest – and last, he said – Grey Warden recruit was getting acquainted with the camp. She had spoken with Daveth earlier, but Inara had yet to approach the Cousland girl.
“What do you think of her?” Inara asked, raising an eyebrow in response.
The Cousland girl – Elanna, she believed she was called – was not like Inara and Daveth. Inara and Daveth had both been plucked from the streets of Denerim by Duncan; Daveth had attempted to steal from the Grey Warden, and Inara had gotten herself in a bit of a mess with the city guard that Duncan had apparently eavesdropped on. Both of them would have been hung by the guard at the next sunrise if Duncan hadn’t taken them away. They were both dressed in tattered leathers, improved only a bit by what the Grey Wardens could spare for them.
The Cousland girl, on the other hand, was a pampered little noble with shiny, fancy armor, her nose stuck in the air. She was trim and pampered, her face puffed with makeup. They had heard from a letter Duncan sent to Alistair, their “junior Warden” overseer, that Elanna had survived a massacre, her family slaughtered while they slept by Arl Rendon Howe, the Arl of Amaranthine. Rumors of the even had spread like wildfire through the camp, the Cousland army arriving only days before the dark whispers. Everyone wondered if Fergus Cousland had known, had some partnership with the Arl, who had once expressed interest in Fergus marrying his daughter Delilah, had meant to make himself Teryn with Delilah at his side.
They had not asked Elanna what she thought of that, of course.
“Don’t know. Guess we’ll find out more when we go out on our little scouting trip, eh?” Daveth chuckled.
“I guess we will,” Inara agreed, her lips curling slightly as her mind lingered on the nobles in camp who were very clearly experiencing nature for the first time in their lives.
A young female soldier wandered in to speak with the Quartermaster, and Daveth’s attention was snapped away in an instant. Inara watched him watch her with a bit of blush on her cheeks as the Cousland girl flitted onward.
“You know, they say this next battle could be the last,” Daveth said as he sidled up to the young woman.
“I’ve heard,” returned the young lady, her nose scrunching slightly as Daveth slid a bit closer.
“It would be a shame, you know. Your pretty face shouldn’t ever have to fear a darkspawn spear. I’m a Grey Warden, you know. If we spent some time together, got close, maybe I could…”
The woman made a disgusted noise, and turned away.
“Too strong?” Daveth asked when he returned to Inara with a slump in his shoulders.
“What was that about?” Inara scoffed.
“I’m just trying to get a little before we all die, you know.”
“And what’s wrong with me?” Inara demanded.
Daveth’s eyes flickered over his fellow recruit.
“What do you mean, what’s wrong with you?” he asked.
“I mean, why not me? What if I want a little before we all die?” Inara asked him, eyes sweeping over the rogue as her arms crossed over her chest.
“Are… are you being serious?” Daveth choked.
“And what if I am? What’s so wrong with me?” Inara asked. “I’m prettier than she was!”
“You are. That’s… why I thought you wouldn’t want me. You could get any soldier in this camp, if you wanted it,” Daveth sputtered, looking quite alarmed. “I—you’re my fellow recruit. I didn’t—I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable! Or have you tattle on me to Duncan. I thought it would make things… weird.”
“Well, you’re wrong,” Inara frowned. “And it’s only weird if you make it weird.”
“I just didn’t want you to feel put upon,” Daveth assured her. “That’s all.”
“Maybe I’d like to be put upon,” Inara returned, eyebrows raised.
Daveth smirked.
“I’ve got something I’d like to put on you.”
The pair found a place behind the camp proper, back around some broken columns and a half-wall, a tiny little nook that overlooked the valley. Inara was taken by the beauty of Ostagar over and over again, it seemed – if only there wasn’t a massive army of darkspawn crawling around just beyond all the trees, it would be a lovely place.
Neither of them wasted time with pleasantries. They helped each other slip from their armor, fumbling over buckles and straps. Inara slicked her fingers over Daveth’s member, exchanging a few quick and messy kisses with her fellow recruit as he grunted and whispered encouragements in her ear. Then they wrapped around each other, trying to cover each other’s skin to block out the cold and using a big pile of sacks as their nest as Daveth eased Inara back onto her back.
His fingers parted her, and he pushed himself inside, both of them grunting with a bit of relief at the feeling as he slid forward, his hips meeting hers. He placed kisses down the side of her cheek and neck as she let her head fall backward, her hands rested on the rogue’s shoulders, her ankles crossed at the small of his back. His hands trailed over her body, squeezed her breasts.
“You feel so fucking good,” he told her. “Your cunt is so fucking warm.”
“Fuck me,” Inara instructed. “Like I’m the last girl you’ll ever fuck.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. Daveth got straight to work, pumping into Inara as both their hearts beat hard. He managed to place a few too-much-teeth kisses on her mouth, but otherwise they were near-misses, both of them panting too hard to focus on their lips meeting as they thumped into each other again and again, the sound of each smack filling the air around them. Daveth muttered curses and praises, Inara closing her eyes and biting her lip as the rogue drove inside of her again and again and again, each pleasant stroke building the warmth at the bottom of her stomach, winding tight the coil of her pleasure that pulled little shivers off her spine.
She tensed a bit as she neared orgasm, her body clenching around Daveth’s driving thrusts. As if he knew, Daveth captured Inara’s nipple in his mouth, pinching the others with his finger. His other hand slipped between her thighs, fingers finding and teasing her clit as he leaned his knees into the bags beneath her ass and pumped his hips harder. She climaxed with a moan, her head dizzy as it leaned back off of the bags.
Daveth sputtered out a groan soon after, spilling into her as her body pulsed with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He panted against her neck for a few long moments, before he pulled himself out of her.
“That was… wow,” Daveth breathed as Inara sat up while Daveth sank to his knees below her, stretching the tension out of her legs.
“Yeah,” Inara agreed as she rubbed the back of her thigh, muscles pulsing. “If that’s our last act, it wasn’t bad.”
“Hey, are you two—”
Alistair’s face appeared from around the corner and disappeared twice as fast when his eyes beheld that the pair were naked. Daveth and Inara exchanged a look – oh, their prudish little keeper would probably toddle right on back to tell Duncan all about that.
“Are you two—ready? We’re… we’re ready to leave for the Wilds,” Alistair’s voice squeaked as it came ‘round the corner, both Inara and Daveth heaving a sigh.
“Just one minute,” Inara called.
They dressed quickly, helping one another, and Daveth stole a squeeze of Inara’s ass. She laughed, and he winked at her. When they came ‘round the corner, Alistair’s face was so red Inara was afraid his nose would start gushing blood at any moment.
“You alright?” she asked him as she fixed her hair, eyes washing over the former Templar turned Grey Warden.
“Uh-huh,” he squeaked. “I didn’t—see anything, you know. I didn’t look at—”
“If you want a fuck later, just let me know,” she smirked with a wink at the boy that set him to sputtering. “Might be our last chance, you know. You should get it in while you can.”
“We should go,” Alistair said. “Right now. Duncan’s waiting.”
“Guess he’d rather fuck Duncan,” Daveth whispered in Inara’s ear as the man set off near-running without them.
Inara laughed, and they followed their Junior Warden back to the fire.