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WHO: Marian Hawke
WHERE: Multiple places!
WHEN: Anywhere between December 10-19thish
OPEN TO: Filters to Iron Bull, Frank Castle, Finnick Odair, Elektra Natchios, and then OTA!
WARNINGS: Swearing. Updated: Sex in the Connor thread.

FOR BULL

Hawke likes a lot of things about being there. For one, she always feels useful. For two, she doesn't have to be in charge. For three, she gets to meet all kinds of people. For four, some of them are people she already wanted to get to know better. It's very easy to volunteer to partner up with Bull during patrols, as he is simply marvelous company and it is occasionally nice to spend time with someone from her own world. Less people to question phrases or terms she says. Varric was right about Bull being someone their group would have liked.

"So I got Wicked Grace decks out of no where the other day, I was thinking of teaching people how to play." She has her bow slung over her shoulder. "Also my official bow, but it was broken up into a set. It shouldn't be that hard to put it together with some help."

FOR FINNICK

Hawke gets it in her head to go check in on Annie, the first person she met in this odd place, after seeing some of the native birds and thinking of those adorable little geese. Also to let her know a bit about the extra meat just brought in, in case she wanted any. It wasn't too hard to ask around and describe the woman enough to get directions, and that's how she ended up at the Windemere house.

Her dark hair is braided and her bow is left behind for now, peering around. "Oi, Annie, you around here, love?" She didn't know that she'd be meeting a different member of the family altogether.

FOR FRANK

Hawke found a reasonable set of gloves that worked with her bow, although they would never be as good as gloves that were specifically designed for an archer. But they were tolerable. Which is good, because Hawke goes out in the field enough to need it for when everything is colder. She picked up some other warm things to get by, but she found that they're simply not cutting it on her latest patrols and scouting. She heard around that Frank was the man to see about getting some warmer things without having to share them with everyone else, so she got directions to his place.

It was day time and cold, but sunny at least. She was sans bow and arrows since that was only necessary when she planned on using them. Hawke knocks on the door.

FOR ELEKTRA

Hawke is delighted to find several gifts waiting for her one morning, including beloved daggers and decks of Wicked Grace. The daggers however she simply has to immediately show off, even if it'll take a bit before she can come up with a good harness or set of sheaths for her back. She has a particularly chipper skip to her step today, wandering into the village to see who she could catch. She spots a familiar dark head from not too far away.

"Elektra!" Hawke gets warm fuzzies whenever she sees people she has good memories with. She has this gut feeling that Elektra would approve of these finely crafted matching daggers. "Look at what was randomly delivered to me over night!"

OPEN TO ALL

Hawke is someone easy to spot and meet around the village. She has lunch at the inn every day and will chatter at anyone there. She as usual can be found at the fountain here and there in case someone shows up, but she is now working on her sewing instead of creating arrows. She sometimes has some mischief and bathes nude in the hot springs. It gets cold out there! She's shameless. Finally she just generally scouts around the perimeter of the village, especially at night, with her knives and bow. She is very friendly. Just say hi. Or run while you can.

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Each and every time she speaks his name it sounds a little better, the pronunciation a bit more precise - to the point where it's starting to send an unfamiliar sort of shiver down the length of his spine. Perhaps it's simply the way that she says it, or the context in which it's spoken. Maybe it's the fact that it coming from her and he is so keenly aware of what they're about to partake in.

But then he's being tugged inside so easily, barely even noticing the door being slammed shut behind them, effectively closing out the rest of the world and leaving it as only them. One moment he's attempting to get over the shock of it all and the next she's in his arms, leg's wrapped firmly about his waist. Without even thinking his hands come to rest on her body, one gripping beneath a thigh while the other goes to a hip, holding her up and keeping her in place against him.

He was going to say something, he's completely aware of that, but the words had died an early death the moment her lips press against his.

They're so soft and they feel so incredibly good against his own. It's so easy to get lost in her kisses, to allow his mind to clear, to stop thinking and start actually doing. They're short and sweet, and it helps to ease him into the idea, gives him time to figure out how to respond, how to move hips lips against hers. It's unpracticed, but he's a keen, fast learner, and it takes little time for him to pick up on.

The hand that had previously rested on her hip rises, long fingers slipping against her warm skin to cup her cheek as the kisses deepen, as his pulse quickens. It's so good that he chases after her lips even after she withdraws, barely leaving time for a quickly drawn in breath before initiating the next kiss. It's slow and passionate, deep and intense, as if intent on showing her what he's learned.

Ah, a quick learner, one of her favorite types of lovers. Hawke went all in when she kisses someone, as if there was nothing else in the room or the village or the rooms. Sex had always been the best distraction she could find, a wonderful way to not think about anything else but what the body begged for. The idea of being his first was so appealing. She was teaching him with every kiss, and he was reacting too feelings he'd never had before. She knew the best way to get past his nerves was to show him how to let his body take over.

She barely had time to breathe before he was drawing her in again and gods if that wasn't fucking fantastic. Hawke moaned into the kiss and if he wanted to make them breathless and gasping, who was she to disagree? He was a sweet thing, honestly. She slowed down her own ardor, because man was he built and no doubt big, but this was his first time. She had to remember that. He deserved as many kisses as he wanted. He deserved slow care and kindness. She doesn't regret jumping on him like that though. He was bloody tall, and she wasn't even short for a woman.

Hawke pulled out of the kiss because frankly she needed to breathe, and so she could look at him. His handsome face, his dark eyes, and her smile then was softer than usual. "Hey," she murmured to him, making that connection again. They weren't just some bodies, they were Hawke and Ratonhnhaké:ton, and she was glad she won him over. She kept an arm hooked around his neck and started kissing everywhere but his mouth. His cheeks, his forehead, ducking her head down to press warm lips against his neck, from one side to the other and back up again. None of it was hurried now, it was simply her enjoying the chance to taste him.

She speaks and it's such a simple word, such a simple gesture, but it's enough to bring him back down to earth, to ground him within the moment. Gives his brain enough time to catch up to what's currently happening to his body, to the way his desire is slowly beginning to rise, with her the sole object of it.

But then her lips are pressing into his skin, to his face, to his neck. Across the point of his pulse and there's a very distinct intake of breath as her lips press over it, fingers tightening on her hip, on her thigh, head tilting just slightly to give her more room to explore.

His body wants her, he can so clearly feel the way it reacts so perfectly to everything she does. His mind has shut off, had finally stopped over thinking it, having finally come to the answer that it was fine. That he wouldn't regret this.

Her name falls from his lips as he tightens his hold on her, making sure she's secure against him before finally making the slow trip towards the steps, taking each one carefully, pausing only to nuzzle his cheek against her own, to press a soft kiss against whatever skin he can find.

It was wild when she thought about it, the fact that every sound he made was the first and it was all going to belong to her. This time at least. Hawke felt a great deal of softness about it, if she was being honest, perhaps even a touch of friendly sentiment. He didn't get to have this before, and she was a giver. It was all very nice until he said her name like that, and she felt that ripple of desire spread across her body like a flame. Well then. And he was finally making his way up the stairs.

"Mmmm, I like the way you say my name. I haven't forgotten our challenge, Ratonhnhaké:ton." Her voice is soft and throaty near his ear. One of her hand dips down the back of his shirt to dig her nails into the skin of his back. Very gently, for her, no sting or mark at all but only to get his attention. He was so broad. She couldn't wait to get that shirt off, she had a lot of thoughts about what she could do to his upper body alone. The best part of him being young and fresh was they had an entire night ahead of them.

Her hand moves up to his hair to tilt his head to the side, lowering her mouth back down to the curve of his neck. It was sensitive, she noticed that right away, and so she dedicated the time it took for him to walk them to her room to licking and kissing the skin there. Not nipping just yet; he was still too new to introduce that in. Later. When they finally made it to her room, she lifted her head and cupped his face with both hands, leaning in for another passionate joining of their mouths.

Connor was indeed young and fresh, and his training also meant that he had exceptional control and endurance. If she wanted someone who could very well last the entire night, she had chosen well.

The sounds of his name falling from her lips send another shiver running down his spine, tingling along the entire length. Another sound rose up deep within his throat as she turned her attention to that place upon his neck, and it sent sharp jolts of pleasure through him, pooling into his core.

If that was how good her lips and tongue felt against his throat, not even his wildest imagination could conjure how good it feel everywhere else.

She kisses him then, deep and passionate, and he has to pause, has to stop and press her back against the nearest wall. Has to press himself against her, closing the space that had existed between them. To lift one hand to slip long fingers into her hair and tug softly, to tilt her back to deepen the kiss further, tongue sneaking out from behind the barrier of his lips to tentatively swipe at her own.

Hawke herself had exceptional control and endurance, so it was going to be a fun night indeed. She was well known for her stamina, although it was normally used for fighting. She would really prefer if it'd been less fighting, but that's the mercenary way. She'd rather be doing this.

She smirked at his reaction to his throat, oh did he have some things to learn about what else she could lick, but then they were kissing and her back was up against a wall. She openly moaned, because frankly, this was a bit of a weakness for her. It was passionate to be so distracted by someone that any close surface would do, and she was happy to be swept up in it for a little while. His body was pressed flush against her and she could feel his strength, his solid weight on her, and she squeezed her legs around his waist.

Her mouth opened to welcome his tongue and she coaxed it in with her own. Now that she had something of a hold, she moved against him, her body rocking against his weight to cause friction. His body and the wall was holding her up which meant her hands were free to roam, and one instantly went up the front of his shirt. His abs were impressive when she ran her fingers against them, hungry for more than just a touch. She wanted her tongue to run on them instead, but patience was a virtue.

She pulled her head back, still in his grip but far enough to break the kiss, to get air but also try to drag his shirt off in the split second before she wanted him back for more.

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