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I had come to a conclusion.
Men were idiots.
After twenty one years on Earth (and around four months in the alternative world of Thedas) you'd think I'd have realised this before now. However I'd always been a bit of a late bloomer and figuring out the mindset of the opposite sex had never been my strong suit. Mostly I had thought I was the problem, that I wasn't pretty or confident enough to hold the attention of any guy. But after a sleepless and restless night mulling over my encounters with a certain elven Fade expert I decided that I wasn't entirely to blame after all.
I mean what was I suppose to make of all these mixed signals?
I was lost, beyond confused and had no idea how to deal with him anymore. In the end I decide I was done with it all. No more thinking of him, no more trying to understand. I was just going to focus on what I should have been focusing on all along. Closing the Breach and finding a way home.
No more men. No more ogling all the ridiculously attractive males Thedas had to offer. No more thinking anything romantic about anyone.
No more thinking about him!
I ate my breakfast, thinking about Earth food and what I wouldn't give for some Nutella to go on my pancakes. Not about the fact he had yet again failed to come over and check on my marked hand as he'd used to.
I got dressed, wondering what Leliana had done with my clothes I'd been wearing on the day of my arrival, torn and bloodied from my failed attempt to seal the apocalyptic hole in the sky. Not at all about how the blue tunic I'd chosen almost perfectly matched the colour of his sharp intelligent eyes.
And I made my way over to the Chargers camp for training, excited by what I might learn today and not picturing smacking his smug cocky smirk of his stupidly handsome face.
Yep, I was completely done with him.
My usual combat teachers, Cassandra and Cullen, were spending the morning drilling the new Inquisition troops on sword and shield techniques so I was taking the opportunity to learn a bit more from my unofficial secondary teachers. Two elven mercenaries from The Bull Chargers, a diverse band of hired muscle, magic and mayhem lead by none other than The Iron Bull himself. Dalish and Skinner had kindly been helping me improve my skills were Cullen and Cassandra could not. While the two Inquisition leaders were excellent mentors in their own way they both favoured swords and fighting styles that required strength and skill, something I did not possess. Not to mention I didn't use a sword.
After realising how vulnerable I was in this world and how much of a liability I was to my companions when we went out on the field I had decided I wanted to learn to defend myself. Problem was I didn't want to kill anybody in the process, something several of my friends here had trouble comprehending. Thedas was a kill or be killed kind of place after all and most my companions had spent most their lives taking others without batting an eyelash. But even when my own life was at stake I couldn't bring myself to kill another. I just couldn't. Even if I did learn to use them, bladed weapons like swords or daggers were built for the sole purpose of killing and my greatest fear was that I'd could potentially injure or kill either friend or enemy by accident. I'd never be able to live with the guilt.
Instead I fought with my Mages staff. I'd found it within my first waking hour in this world and claimed it as mine. Without any magic of my own to make it work the way it was supposed to the long staff with its silvery sphere on the end was no better than a big weighted stick in my hands. It would take a lot more strength and skill than I possessed to end the life of another with my staff, though I used it well enough to defend myself and companions.
It was better than nothing at any rate.
Most the Chargers were already beginning their own morning training by the time I arrived. They stood panting and sweaty in neat rows while being run through some pretty intense looking drills, their leader barking orders and criticism from in the front. The big Qunari stood head and shoulders over his men, heavy arms folded over his vast mostly bare chest, his face set into an fierce frown.
"That was pathetic!" he growled, his one good eye narrowing at the sturdy blonde man in the middle of the first row who stood red faced and struggling to even out his breathing. "If you are going to go soft after a few days off the field then I'll be forced to make you run ten laps around the lake every night. With full gear on! You're better than this Grim."
"Hnuh," Grim grunted.
"What was that? You know my stand on back talk," Bull snapped threateningly.
"Hnuh," Grim grunted a little more politely.
"That's what I thought."
I wasn't sure what I was more impressed with, Grims ability to make the same noise sound so different or Bull being able to understand the meaning behind each grunt.
Bull didn't look my way as I approached, keeping his gaze on his men as I came to a stop at his side. Even without him showing any acknowledgement of my arrival I knew he was aware I was there. The Qunari spy probably knew I was on my way the moment I stepped out of my cabin.
"Bull," I greeted.
"Boss," he replied with a small smile twisting his scared mouth.
I scowled at the Qunari.
"It's Evie," I corrected stubbornly. "My name is Evie."
"I know that Boss."
I sighed heavily and gave up. I'd been trying to make Bull give up on that nickname since he'd given it to me. I was nobodies' boss. Though I suppose 'Boss' was still better than 'Herald'.
"Having fun torturing your boys?" I asked playfully.
"This is training, not torture," he replied firmly. "They were too complacent while we were in the Hinterlands so now I have to whip them back into shape."
"I think Rocky just passed out," I pointed out.
"He's just being melodramatic," Bull said waving my concern away.
"Do you mind if I rescue- I mean borrow Dalish and Skinner for a bit?" I asked hopefully. "Cullen's busy this morning and I feel like I need to work on my staff handling."
Bull took his eye from the Chargers to look me over curiously. The Ben-Hassrath agent was an expert at reading people and he knew me well enough by now to suspect something was bothering me.
"Need to work out some things huh?" he asked.
"With my combat skills," I clarified narrowing my eyes to let him know I wasn't planning on divulging more.
He shrugged.
"Go ahead. I suppose The Herald of Andraste needs all the help she can get handling staffs," Bull said with a teasing smirk.
Urgh!
"Har Har, very funny." I mumbled dryly glaring at the big horned man in annoyance while feeling my face heat with embarrassment.
Bull was the king of inappropriate sex related humour, often making comments or offers that would make a seasoned prostitute blush let alone shy and inexperienced me. He seemed to revel in making me feel uncomfortable. Most of the time I could take the Qunari's teasing as a joke, it was just Bull being Bull after all. It was part of his charm in a way. The big guy wasn't picky about who he slept with and had even suggested that I 'train with his staff' on more than one occasion. I was pretty sure he was just doing it to get a reaction but sometimes I worried he was a little bit serious with his offers.
"I thought so." Bull said cheerily, pleased he'd managed to ruffle my feathers yet again. "Dalish! Skinner! It's your lucky day ladies, you get to play with The Herald."
"Praise Mythal," Dalish breathed in relief as she broke away from the group, huffing in exhaustion.
"Who are you calling 'ladies'?" Skinner said thickly, glaring at her chief.
Dalish was a Mage, though you'd never hear her admit to that even when caught flinging lightning around like Gozer from the Ghostbusters movie. Because she often tried to hide her magical talent in front of certain people the elf had become very proficient at simply using her staff as a weapon instead of a channelling device. Her advice and tips had proved incredibly useful to me.
My other substitute trainer Skinner was as ferocious as a feral cat and as deadly as a snake. The rogue city elf preferred to use twin knives in a manner that made her name sake pretty obvious. She was quick, precise and bloody terrifying. But she moved and fought the way I needed to in order to make the most of my own experimental fighting style. I learnt a lot from sparring with Skinner and she seemed to enjoy inflicting pain on a human opponent so it was a win for both of us.
We walked away a short distance to give us room while Bull ordered the rest of the Chargers into pairs to spar. I stretched with Skinner to warm up, marvelling at how much more flexible I was compared to the first time we'd done this more than a month ago. Then Dalish led me through a slow sequence of movements that was developed by her people. I thought of it as Thedas's answer to Tai Chi, slow and relaxing but using moves that mimic martial arts techniques that were useful in a fight.
Soon we progressed to a practice match between Dalish and I while Skinner watched from the side lines, methodically sharpening her blades while sneering at my mistakes. For a time Dalish and I clashed, the sounds of our similar weapons bouncing off each other mingling with the noise from the rest of the Chargers. Dalish struck out at me, I blocked, parried and hit back only to have her do the same. It was an endless dance of twirling staffs and frenzied feet, the snow beneath us being kicked up in puffs of icy dust. For a while we seemed an even match but in the end I was still a novice and with an expert thrust and twist Dalish disarmed me. With one last swipe at my chest Dalish had me stumbling back and landing on my backside with a soft 'oomph,' the elfs staff pointing threateningly at my throat.
"You're getting better Evie," She said with a smile, the Mage quickly retracting her weapon and replacing it with an outstretched hand to help me up.
Breathing heavily but pleased by how long I'd managed to survive this time I grinned proudly as I accepted her hand and was pulled to my feet.
"Thanks," I panted. "You're going to need to teach me that last move."
"It's simple really. You just- Hey!"
Dalish's explanation was cut off by the appearance of a small and deadly fist flying between where we stood facing each other. We both jumped back startled and whirled about to face the cause of the interruption.
"Enough talk of sticks, it's my turn." Skinner declared, her fists raised in front of her ready to brawl. Apparently the city elf was sick of waiting on the side lines.
"Come on shem!" she sneered eagerly, eyes bright and mad looking. "Let's work on your hand to hand. Ha!"
Skinner didn't wait for a reply she just charged right at me with a viscous round house punch to my head. I ducked with a cry of surprise, throwing myself to the side and into in a roll, coming back up in time to see the elf charging my way yet again.
Jesus Christ she was terrifying!
"Hey ease up a bit!" I yelled narrowly deflecting another hit with my forearm and sloppily blocking a kick from my new opponent.
"Stop being a little bitch." She retorted. "Your enemy will not hold back in a real fight shem, neither will I."
I felt anger heat my cheeks at the insult and had to forced myself not to take her words to heart. She was right after all and the rogues bluntness was one of the reasons I liked her as a teacher. Skinner taught me what I needed to survive, not just fight.
She just wasn't very nice about it.
Squaring my shoulders I got myself recentered. The elf recognising my stance smirked happily and came forth again. Skinner was harder to read than Dalish, her attacks more unpredictable and wild which meant my responses to her moves were slower and more rushed. I wasn't graceful at hand to hand. My moves were clunky and hesitant, though I was becoming more and more comfortable with the skill.
We traded blows, Skinner giving more than she received. The elf struck with enough force to bruise but nothing more, she'd been chewed out more than once by Bull for using excessive force on someone who was still very new to combat. I didn't have to hold back however because most my punches never landed with enough force anyway. The thing about real fighting is it's tiring and after awhile attacks get sluggish and weak. Skinner hated this, she didn't like to tire so as soon as an opportunity presented itself she would take it. Today her opportunity came when I was distracted by a voice.
By all reason I shouldn't have even been able to hear him over the din of the sparing Chargers. But I did, his cool and smooth voice cutting through the racket clear as a bell.
"She's improving. Your Chargers have done well with their teachings Iron Bull, I'm impressed."
I couldn't help myself, I looked up.
Bull had turned about and was watching us practices now, supervising the reckless Skinner while he left the rest of his men in the care of his second in command Krem. He looked to the newcomer with a pleased grin.
"They learnt from the best," he bragged to the other man.
The elf at his side looked like he would have rolled his eyes at the Qunari if the action wasn't so beneath him instead he muttered a sarcastic "clearly" and kept his piercing blues gaze on where I stood.
Solas was tall for an elf, built lean but strong and was deceptively muscular beneath his frumpy and worn tunic. I could attest to that fact from past experience. His face was made up of fine angles and cheekbones that would have made male models weep in jealousy, with clever intense eyes, soft full lips and an utterly irresistible dimple in his chin. He almost looked delicate at times and among the more vibrant members of the Inquisition the Fade expert seemed to blend unassumingly into the background. But I'd gotten to know him over the last few months and the apostate was much more than the sum of his appearance. When alone Solas held himself with such strength and poise that he bordered on regal. He was a powerful Mage, balancing the powers of nature and the Fade with skill and grace to protect, heal and destroy. He was clever, quietly sarcastic, kind, gentle and more stubborn and smug than her generally let on.
And just over a week ago Solas had unknowingly broken my heart.
It all started innocently enough a few months ago with some sweet words and the odd compliment or two but after a few incidents of accidental closeness things began to develop into something a little more. Soft brushes of his hand against mine, some very affectionate touching and extremely heated looks and a few almost kisses... as much as I had wanted to fight it there was clearly something budding between us.
But each time I thought things might escalate the suave son of a bitch would back off, leaving me confused and wondering if I was imagining the whole thing.
But he'd clearly been the one initiated all those gentle caresses! Not me. Him!
As much as I wanted to deny it, I was falling for the Mage. Hard.
Then the unthinkable happened.
After a rather eventful (let's not even go there) Wintersend festival hosted by the Inquisition, I'd enjoyed a night of drinking with my new eclectic group of friends and comrades. Possibly I enjoyed it too much as I couldn't even remember most of it. Apparently I had recited dirty limericks and have some kind of drunk obsession with hair.
Needless to say my mortification was beyond words and I had vowed never to drink again.
Especially whiskey. It is evil.
While nursing my first ever hangover the next morning I'd witnessed the man, who I thought I had been flirting on and off with me since my arrival in this world, crawl out of a visiting merchants tent. In the same clothes he'd been wearing the night before might I add. A very pretty elven merchant had slinked out after Solas and smiled adoringly while moving in a little closer than was generally deemed merely friendly.
It felt as if my heart had been ripped out Temple of Doom style.
I was hurt and embarrassed. Thinking I wasn't good enough or that maybe my silly little crush had been one sided after all. Feeling foolish and unwanted.
So I avoided him. In a bid to keep what remained of my dignity intact and to heal my broken heart I did everything in my power to keep as much distance between us as possible. And for the first time since arriving in this world Solas didn't actively seek me out either. Evidently the apostate had moved on the prettier and elfier things.
Stupidly enough that made his rejection sting all the more, not that I was going to admit that. Honestly I shouldn't even care. We weren't a thing, we were an almost thing. Solas was technically free to have one night stands with whomever he wanted. I guess the problem was that he hadn't wanted it with me. So I was trying to make a clean break. I shouldn't want him to come after me and make things harder.
But I did.
Feelings were confusing things and I hated myself for having them.
And then yesterday he showed up when I was training by myself. And he got close, he said things that made my stomach flip and my skin heat. Then he kissed me.
Ok it was a kiss on the forehead but it was still a kiss.
Or was it? Did it actually count? Forehead kisses could be friendly or affectionate. I had been sure this one felt more romantic but I could be wrong. After all he'd just slept with some random elf maiden why would he be hitting on me like nothing had happened?
The whole thing had kept me up all night and had led to my conclusion that men were useless annoying and utterly frustrating creatures and I was done with them. More specifically him.
And then he shows up yet again.
Fuck my life.
To make matters worse he shows up just in time to watch me get taken out by Skinner.
For someone so skinny and lithe the little rogue, whose head barely reached my nose when we faced each other, packed a mighty punch. She launched herself at me from less than a metre away with a scream, catching me around the waist before flinging me down to the snowy ground with a crash.
I'm ashamed to say I squeaked in surprise.
Never the one to let an advantage go to waste Skinner was quick to scramble on top of my prone form, instead of pinning me and finishing things quickly though she sat on my stomach and continued to strike.
"Ow! Hey! Stop! You win already!" I cried, pathetically trying to swat her hands away and protect my face and head.
"Oh?" she sneered leaning close enough that her small pointed nose touched my own. "Giving up are we? Would you give up if I was an enemy? Just let me kill you, that's very compliant of you shem."
"It's just a practice Skinner. Get off me!"
"What if I was your pretty Mage over there, you wouldn't fight him off would you?" She whispered just loud enough for me to hear.
I froze and looked up at the elf, my eyes narrowed angrily as I glared up her.
Oh don't even go there bitch!
"Skinner..." I warned lowly.
"What if I was that Noble man from the festival?" The rogue hissed cocking her head thoughtfully. "What was his name again? You know the one that likes to hurt women, make them cry. The one that got you behind the Blacksmiths and-"
She'd taken it way to far now! I'd managed to get away from that particular enemy during the festival but not without some rather close calls. The memory of those horrible darks eyes glinting from beneath his mask still haunted me.
Skinners head whipped to the side as my fist connected with her cheek. She fell still for a moment in surprise then spat out a mouthful of blood stained spit onto the snow.
I gasped, clasping my hands to my mouth in horror at what I'd just done.
"Oh my gosh! Skinner I'm so sorry! I-"
"That's more like it!" Skinning cheered excitedly and recommenced her attack.
"Argh!"
Jesus Christ this elf was insane!
What had started as a sparring session had somehow turned into a wrestling match with Skinner on top and pressing her advantage while I did my best to keep her at bay. We were a sweaty, writhing pile of arms and legs, grunting and screeching as we each tried to get on top.
"Hey anybody else getting turned on watching this?" Bull rumbled from the sideline.
"Excuse you?" Solas hissed, voice low and dangerous.
"Cheif!" Krem exclaimed clearly horrified having joined the group of spectators.
"What?! It's hot. Add a little mud and some skimpy outfits and we could make a sport of this."
Oh for the love of....!
I had to stop this. Now. Before the Qunari got any more ideas.
In a moment of brilliance I threw my hand out and gathered a handful of snow and dirt. Before Skinner could figure out what I was up to I threw my projectile into her face, ice and mud smattering across her eyes and mouth temporarily blinding her. It wouldn't be enough to slow her down, Skinner wasn't stupid enough to waste a hand trying to wipe it away. But the sudden move was enough to distract her for a brief moment, just enough for me to bring my knee up sharply into her lower back. She grunted and recoiled. I took advantage of the shift in her weight and rolled. Skinner was stronger and quicker than me. But I was human. I was built sturdier and heavier than she was. I got a hold of her wrists and within moments our scuffle came to an end, with the rogue lying pinned beneath me, blinking snow from her big brown eyes and spitting it from her mouth.
I'd won. For the first time ever I'd actually won against Skinner.
YES! In your face life!
"Aiming for the eyes?" Skinner said, eyebrow quirked questioningly. "Cheap shot shem."
"Just like you taught me," I replied still breathing heavy from the fight.
She grinned widely, showing creepily pointed incisors.
"Good girl."
I giggled, pleased with the praise and on a post victory high.
Then Bull went and ruined the moment.
"I'm so hard right now." He announced crudely.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. Standing up I helped the smaller women to her feet and turned to the Qunari with an annoyed glare.
"You are such a pig Bull."
"You love it," he replied with a wink.
I wasn't about to admit it but he was right. I totally did love it. The big guy made me laugh just as much as he made me cringe.
"You're still a pig." I contended folding my arms across my chest and trying to hide my smile.
"But you do love it." He rumbled deep in his chest. "I got a lot of things I think you'd love if you came back to my tent with me."
I felt myself turning red. It seemed the Qunari was on a roll with his sex jokes today.
"Thanks but I think I'll pass," I laughed.
"You sure, my door is always open," he sing songed with a waggle of his mangled eyebrows.
"Yes most the Inquisition is well aware of that fact Bull," Solas said dryly.
The elf walked forward his face switching from disgusted annoyance to worry as he looked me over.
"Are you hurt da'len?" he asked softly.
My stomached twisted at his concern. It always felt as if he actually cared when he worried about me like this. I had to remind myself he was just doing his job as healer and friend. It was nothing more.
"Fine," I answered, quickly moving a step or two away from the Mage. "I was just training Solas, nothing to freak out over."
He frowned.
"Your lip is split and bleeding."
Running the tip of my tongue over my lip I was surprised to find he was right.
"It's just a cut, I'll be fine."
"It could still get infected or scar," Solas warned. "I can heal it for you-"
"No!" I said dismissively, much sharper than I intended. "Honestly Solas it's just a cut. I've had hundred before I met you and I haven't died yet. Stop treating me like I'm made of glass."
The elf looked stunned at my outburst. In his defence I was a little shocked too. I never spoke to people like that, especially ones looking out for my well being. But I was still mad at the Mage and obviously that anger was escaping my usually firm hold.
"If that's what you want Lady Herald," Solas said stiffly.
I nodded, looking away shame faced. The use of my unwanted title instead of my name felt like a small knife to my chest.
This was for the best. He didn't want me and I certainly wasn't good for him.
A chill silence fell between us, and the on looking members of the Bulls Charger looked to each other and shifted about awkwardly, sensing the tension between the apostate and the Inquisitions Herald.
"I could kiss it better if you want?" Bull offered happily.
I choked and then snorted with laughter.
Really?
Solas didn't share my amusement, turning to glare icily at the Qunari.
"Must you?" he hissed at the bigger man.
"What?" Bull said innocently.
"You know what!" Solas growled levelling the Qunari with a hard stare. "Don't you harass enough partners into your bed? Do you really need to pursue Evelyn as well?"
I felt my eyes widen at the elfs words.
Oh my God! Talk about double standards!
"Whoa! Calm down Solas, no need to get personal." Bull said raising his hands in surrender. "Just having a bit of fun-"
"Bloody black pots and kettles," I muttered softly under my breath, shaking my head bitterly.
"Excuse me?!" Solas said turning his annoyed glance my way.
I flushed at the attention, having forgotten I was currently surrounded by people whose hearing was a lot better than a mere humans. Those large elf ears weren't just for fantasizing about.
I should apologise, say it was nothing. Let this all blow over. But I couldn't. It had all been too much. The embarrassment, the hurt, the confusion.
The frustration.
I broke.
Turning to the elven apostate I spoke, clear and deadly.
"I said; Which are you Solas? The pot or the kettle? Because from where I'm standing you both look like kitchen equipment."
Solas blinked and frowned.
"I don't understand what you are trying to say Evelyn."
Right... He probably didn't get the Earth idiom. Well I was going to explain it to him.
Oh boy was I ever.
This pot was going to be good and boiled by the time I was through.
"You are such a hypocrite Solas," I declared walking forward to angrily point at his chest in emphasis. "Bulls not allowed to flirt around and have one night stands but you can? Is that it? How's that fair?"
I heard a sharp intake of breath from Dalish, and Krem let out a soft "Oh shit" from the side. I ignored them, not caring that we had an audience anymore. Pandora's Box was open and there was no way in hell I was getting its contents back in.
The lines on Solas's forehead grew deeper.
"I don't have any idea what you're talking about?" he said in confusion.
"Really?" I scoffed. "You don't have to be ashamed Solas, you're a consenting adult. You can screw and flirt with whoever you want. I don't care, it has nothing to do with me right? But don't give Bull flack for doing the same thing you are. At least he's honest about it. He doesn't lead people on. He doesn't give people false hope..."
"Evelyn I honestly don't-"
"You don't remember? The festival? The walk we had? The hugging? These pretty words? Or maybe the merchant who's tent you crawled out of the day after?" I interrupted angrily. My hands were shaking, hot angry tears escaping down my cheeks and I brushed them back frustrated. I was done. I needed to get out of here. My voice breaking slightly as I turned to leave. "You know what? Forget it. This is so stupid. I was such an idiot."
"Evelyn wait!" He called out taking hold of my upper arm to stop my retreat. "Listen to me!"
"Why should I?" I snapped whirling around and throwing off his hand. "You had all the chances in the world to have something more with me. You choose someone else. And that's fine, that's your choice. But don't pretend that you didn't hurt me. Just back off and let me get over my stupidness without confusing me even more!"
"Fennedhis!" Solas cursed finally losing a little of his own composure. "Will you let me speak Evelyn! You are being ridiculous."
I drew in a sharp breath of my own.
What did he say?
"Ridiculous?! Me?! You're the one who's up and down like a flipping yoyo and change like the bloody tide. I can't keep up with you anymore. You keep your distance but as soon as there a chance to play the hero there you are! Solas to rescue!"
"If you weren't so reckless I wouldn't need to look out for you so much," he spat waving his arms in annoyance.
I waved mine right back.
"I'm a grown woman Solas. I don't need your help. I can look after myself, you can leave me alone now."
"Maybe I will, when you stop acting like a child!" He yelled.
"OK THEN I WILL!"
I turned on my heel and stalked angrily over to where Bull and the others stood in a line watching our argument with wide eyes and dropped jaws. Without stopping I reached out and took hold of the Qunaris shoulder harness and pulled him along with me.
"Uh Boss-?" he started cautiously.
"Shut up!" I ordered.
He did.
"Where are you going?" Solas called out, the tips of his ears flushed pink with anger.
"I'm going with Bull to his tent." I called out over my shoulder enjoying the way the Mages face lost its colour and turned fearful. "I'm being an adult, just like you. So I'm taking Bull up on his offer."
Solas fell silent and I smiled victoriously.
Take that you smug bastard. You're not the only one who can get laid.
"Really?" Bull asked his face splitting into a happy leer.
"Yep," I replied firmly. "If he can have casual, sex then so can I. I'm making an adult decision and I'm going to have a night of hot wild sex with a Qunari because that's what I want!... um as long as you want to as well of course."
Bull laughed, a deep rolling laugh that made his chest vibrate. He swung a massive arm over my shoulder and pulled me close to his side, leaning down to whisper in my ear as he began to take control and lead me towards his large tent by Havens gate. Leaving his men and the man who broke my heart behind us.
"Oh I've wanted to since I first saw you on that beach. You blushed so prettily when you touched my horns that night. I've wanted to see how far I can make that blush go ever since."
I gasped when his hand slid down to my lower back, his thumb running softly over the base of my spine through the material of my top.
Oh God!
"Don't worry Boss, The Iron Bulls going to take good care of you."
The Qunaris big hand fell down a little further... and squeezed.
I squeaked, eyes going wide and breaths coming faster.
Bulls lips brushed softly again my ear, then he softly nipped at the lobe and chuckled, his hot breath fanning against my neck as he whispered heatedly.
"Very good care."
He held the tent flap open and gently pushed me inside.