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My fingers tapped nervously against the surface of the desk as my eyes darted around the room, noting the Kirkwall nobles that lounged and casually ate refreshments before starting the weekly neighbourhood meeting. It was a boring affair, little more than an excuse to socialise for them and a chance to ingratiate myself for me. The conversation rarely took a turn for the serious - though I always kept my ears open - but these people seemed far more concerned as to the state of a neighbours garden than real issues that plagued the city. But, as a noble myself, I could only refuse attendance so much until they got suspicious, and then began to shun me … and as much as I personally didn’t mind that, part of the reason I was able to escape the Templars’ notice was under the cover of nobility. And so I found myself anxiously waiting for the whole affair to start, though not for the usual reason.
Oh no. Varric, of course, normally attended these things once in a while - he could at least excuse himself more readily as having Merchant Guild business - but he well knew my tells and he’d taken it upon himself to offer a distraction of sorts for this meeting.
And by distraction, I meant Varric was hiding underneath my sturdy desk, concealed between my legs. I’d auspiciously neglected to don underwear that morning and had opted for a skirt, a skirt that he’d already pushed up and out of his way as his fingers gently stroked my thighs in what I supposed was intended as both a comforting and encouraging motion.
I sipped on the light punch that Orana had carefully mixed for the occasion, just enough alcohol to warm, but not enough to easily intoxicate. I had grabbed a couple of small pies, not even paying attention to what might have been in them as I put them on my plate along with a skewer of meat and a few pieces of fruit. Anything Orana made was amazing, I didn’t have to worry about sub par food about her, and it seemed the nobles agreed as they insisted I relayed their compliments.
Soon enough, though, the meeting got underway, though this time instead of leaning back and completely zoning out, I carefully picked at the food on my plate as I almost held my breath, feeling Varric’s facial hair scrape against my inner thigh. Then his soft breath, then the light press of lips against my skin and I sucked in a long, slow breath, the anticipation nigh unbearable as I waited for him to get going.
He was cautious, going slow as his tongue light swept up my lower lips, parting them ever so slightly on the upswing so that when he went back down, he dove a little deeper between them. I tried very carefully to stay still, to mask any reaction I might have as he languidly licked up and down my cunt, just as casual as he could be, considering the circumstances. He was going slow for now, testing the waters, ensuring I wouldn’t just up and expose him outright, though I couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t enjoy sticking it to these nobles … No, it was more a game for him, to see how much he could get away with, how much I could endure, and I was determined to not let this be so easy for him.
Soon enough, he grew bolder, tongue gently flicking my pearl as I clenched one of my hands into a fist, fingernails digging into the skin and providing just enough relief to the pleasure so as to not lose my mind just yet. The nobles were still discussing the state of some of the stone walkways, particularly a few around the market area that were well-used and showing it - not to the point that it needed repair, simply that it was unsightly to them - and I simply smiled and nodded as one of them asked if I agreed with them. Truly I wasn’t even sure what I’d just agreed with as I took in a sharp, soft inhale, feeling him slowly ease one of his thick fingers inside me and just hold it there, leaving me stretched open around his digit. My cheeks flushed at the sensation, at the fact that there were others around me who had no clue what was happening underneath my desk. Oh if they only knew …
The way Varric was winding me up, I could scarcely stand it, and in anticipation, I took a bite of one of the pies, the savoury minced meat and vegetables only serving to make my mouth water even more. And with how his skillful tongue circled my bud, I could no longer hold back a moan, an action that had all eyes suddenly rounding on me.
Setting the pie back on my plate, I dabbed my mouth with a napkin as I noted, trying to sound as casual as possible, “The meat pies are particularly delicious today, I’ll have to ask Orana what she did differently.”
There was some brief agreement with me before the meeting further segued into other, even less important issues, ones I really could not even begin to pay attention to even if there wasn’t a certain Dwarven rogue between my legs. Maker have mercy, I pleaded, as if he might somehow intervene and ease this delicious torture just enough so I didn’t feel like I was teetering on the edge of madness, driven there by proficient tongue. My legs began to shake ever so slightly and I clenched my teeth, studiously keeping my expression fixed into one of nonchalance as my lover worked me up. Though he was limited, still, by our precarious position and not wanting a certain, unmistakable sound to give him away, that didn’t deter him from successfully teetering me on the edge, and my cheeks flushed even deeper as I considered what might happen should he actually push me to orgasm before the meeting adjourned.
A sudden question almost broke me out of my reverie as one of the nobles inquired, “Mistress Hawke, are you quite alright? You seem a bit red in the face …”
Clearing my throat, I assured, “I’m just a little warm, is all. Please, carry on.”
I could practically feel Varric’s smirk radiating from beneath me, the heat from it almost searing me as I knew he was quite full of himself now. Any other situation and I might have chided him, but I swallowed hard as I kept silent and still, no matter how much I wanted to buck against him, to moan and keen in response to his actions. It was slowly killing me inside as Varric led me ever toward that little death, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out at this rate.
Whether the Maker’s divine benevolence shone upon me or whether it was simply coincidence, the meeting soon drew to a close, the minutes filed away and the nobles beginning to disperse, nodding politely at me and bidding me goodbye as I made to pull out some parchment as if I had some other work to tend to after this was over.
I did, of course, though not the kind they were thinking of.
As soon as the door to the study closed, I leaned back in the chair, my voice little more than a gasp as I urged him with, “Don’t stop, Varric, please.”
I needn’t have worried. With no need for discretion, he sank two fingers into me, noisily sucking my pearl into his mouth before flicking it with his tongue. Though we were alone, still I clapped my hand over my mouth, not trusting any moans to not carry outside the room where a stray noble or two might still linger in the hallway for a little while yet. Reaching down, I gripped the back of his head, grabbing a handful of hair as my hips wantonly moved of their own accord, chasing the end my body so desperately craved.
And Varric, of course, was more than capable of delivering. His lovely tongue was more than just for telling stories, after all, and he hummed deep and low as the pleasured crescendo rose, spurring it onward until it crashed over me and I trembled and twitched in the chair, his deft tongue and skilled fingers riding out the waves with me.
When finally it seemed the ebbs of pleasure began to die down, I chanced a look between my legs, sharp eyes and a wicked smile greeting me. Even in my current state, I quipped, “You think you’re such hot shit, don’t you?”
He chuckled as I pushed the chair back and he crawled out from under the desk. “Well you tell me, did that or did that not satisfy you?”
I shot him a glare, followed by a playful grin. “Just you wait, I’ll pay you back for this yet.”
Pulling me into a kiss, he murmured, “Knowing you, I’m sure you will.”