Isabela would probably tap that (lootthebodies) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-11-06 13:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, isabela, marian hawke |
“I’m trying...conversation…”
Who: Isabela, Marian Hawke
What: Morning Chat and the arrival of Dog
When: Recently
Where: Isabela's Boat
Rating/Warnings: R for nudity and light sexual innuendo/themes.
Status: Complete!
“So…” Marian was buttoning her short shorts up. She’d gone to a halloween party as Lara Croft. The shirt was really tight on her, but Isabela hadn’t seemed to mind. But now that it was the morning, she didn’t know how to bring up that she’d dreamed of the pirate. And that Isabela had been so stunning that she’d been turned on right from the get go.
"Ho ho, you're no expert on running out on someone are you? Look at you, initiating awkward conversation as you button your little trousers on." Isabela yawned and stretched a bit, not bothering to correct her side of the blankets when they rolled off of her breasts and exposed her nipples.
Hawke's behaviour amused her, and she smirked at the woman after she was done yawning, "The first rule is you get up before the other person's awake, or you offer extra morning coitus until they fall asleep again, THEN sneak off."
"I'm not really trying to run... shite Bela..." She was distracted by Isabela's breasts. Again. In her dreams she'd wondered what it would be like to run her tongue and fingers across that soft, dark skin. And awake, oh she knew. And she knew she was just going to get her heart broke.
"Maker broke the mold on you."
Oh. That was terrible. Hawke didn't wince though, she just grinned like she'd made the best comment ever.
That really was terrible, and Isabela didn't really believe in any Maker, either. But it was meant to be a compliment, and she smirked a bit more widely, "You really don't know what you're doing, but I'm going to take that compliment. Because I really am fabulous and unique. You'll never meet anyone like me, not even in this world."
She flopped back against the bed and hooked one of her fingers into the top of Hawke's tiny little shorts, then tugged a bit, "Though I do have a sister who almost looks like me now she's grown. She's a complete priss, you'd hate her."
Hawke was still topless, and she let Bela pull her back. Her will, it was weak where some things were concerned. And she made a terrible Lara Croft but the thought had amused her to no end so there was that. “Almost, because no one looks as good as you, love.” She fell into bed on top of Bela, and propped herself up while looking down at her.
“So I dreamed we met.”
"Mmm, I have a lovely view right now." Isabela wasn't as interested in discussing serious things like the dreams as she was in Hawke's breasts. They were creamy and just round enough, and she found herself a little more fond of them than she was comfortable with.
But that last thought was quickly dashed away, because she was enjoying herself. It didn't have to mean anything. It didn't. It didn't mean anything at all. She leaned forward and buried her face in Marian's chest, then purred a bit.
The lighter skinned woman groaned, arching her back a little and giving Isabela more access. “You were...oh god…” She tangled her fingers in Bela’s hair. “Quite fast on your feet. I’ve… Nng... never seen fighting like that. I think it turned me...mmm… on.”
Yes, this conversation was much more fun with Hawke making little distracted noises every so often. Isabela nipped a bit here and there and let out another purr. "Being turned on around me is completely natural, Hawke. Of course you were."
Her voice was a little muffled, since she hadn't bothered to pull her face away from the other woman's chest. In fact, her lips - once finished speaking - went right back to teasing and playfully kissing here and there. She really couldn't help herself. If Marian wanted to have this conversation while remaining completely unmolested she should have put a shirt on.
For future reference, Marian decided she ought to keep a shirt on around Isabela. “Just the way you - oh dear god.” She lost her train of thought, and half-heartedly tried to pull her torso away, but it was more or less just an invitation for Bela to be possessive. “Way you...dispatched those men...inspiring really.”
Isabela wasn’t possessive, but she was greedy, and she greedily grabbed her hands out to pull Marian back towards her, “I’m glad you think i’m such an inspiration. Have you uhm… dreamed anything AFTER my handing Lucky his arse, or was that it?”
It was important. For reasons.
“Mostly helping my friends...and random strangers. I returned a skeleton to someone. Just dumped it in front of them. Quite entertaining.” Of course, all of that came out very breathless. She moaned. “I’m trying...conversation…”
"Trying conversation with me?" Isabela gave Hawke a mischievous smirk and pulled herself away. Or at least, she pulled away after just a few more cursory gropes here and there. For the road, you know.
"I GUESS I can leave you alone long enough to get more than three words out. But only because I like you, Hawke."
“Oh you’re going to be so much trouble.” Marian shifted positions until she was straddling Isabela. She folded her arms over her breasts and tried to give her a stern look. But before she could say anything, there was a thumping above deck. “Did you hear that?”
"Shite," Bela muttered. Had she forgotten an appointment or something? She hated when appointments interrupted her sexy fun times. And lately she'd had the strangest feeling like the boat was being watched.
There were reasons why people might want to watch her boat. Most of the reasons spelt more trouble for her. Isabela liked a good bit of danger and enjoyed a challenge - when she wanted one - but she also wasn't stupid. Nor was she in the mood to fuck around, which is why she reached her hand under the pillow and pulled out a dagger, "Time to put the clothes on, I guess. If I don't have an appointment today, that thump means we're about to have an adventure."
“An adventure, and me without my sword.” Marian rolled off of Isabela and knelt to grab her top. And then nearly fell over when she saw what was under the bed. She reached in, and pulled out a massive sword. It was heavy, but as she lifted it, muscle memory reminded her what it felt like. “I take that back!”
Isabela raised both of her eyebrows as Hawke pulled the sword out from under the bed, “I didn’t put that there, for the record. I prefer my big swords on the bed, not under it.”
She smirked at her own joke and tugged a shirt on. Of course, she didn’t bother covering her legs. Since when did Isabela ever bother with wearing pants? And she liked the extra mobility that gave her. Freedom of movement was important and all. If someone saw her panties they’d just have to deal with it.
Her smirk disappeared as she brandished her dagger and crept out of her cabin, however.
“You would.” Hawke rested the sword on her shoulder as she crept after Bela. Sure, she wasn’t armored, and the thing was heavier than she’d dreamed it was ( or maybe she was weaker), but she was looking forward to this. There sounded like more scrambling on the deck.
Everything in the cabin proper seemed completely undisturbed. Isabela snuck around though the living/office area and into the galley. When she returned, she had another matching dagger (Hawke probably recognized them now that they were in a pair), and started heading up the stairs to the deck. It was locked, and she thought those scrambling noises might be someone trying to figure out an alternate way in.
She lowered her voice to a whisper, "This here's the only hatch aside from an emergency escape. Want to take point?"
“You only say that because I found a big fuck off sword,” Hawke intoned. She pushed the hatch open and crept outside. She was immediately bowled over by a large furry ball of muscle and slobbers. The Mabari hound huffed happily, wagging his short stubby little tail like he was having the best day ever, while slobbering all over Hawke’s face and chest.
And he was huge. Hawke wondered if she was being licked by a small bus.
Of course it was because Hawke had found a big fuck off sword. Isabela didn't even think that sentence needed to be dignified with a response. There didn't seem to be the sounds of any fighting, however, and she poked her head out to see just what might have been delaying that.
"It's not like you to talk first and stab later-- Oh it's the bloody dog again."
“I suppose these dreams aren’t all that bad, I always wanted a dog.” Marian managed to sit up and shove the dog off of her. “God damn. If I didn’t know he was capable of ripping someone’s arm off…”
The hound sat and panted at her, still wagging his tail. “Okay Dog... what the hell am I going to feed you?”
“You always wanted a dog, not a giraffe disguised as a dog.” Isabela pointed out, and rolled her eyes a bit. Obviously they weren’t in any real danger - not of anything other than their legs being humped anyway - and she could put her daggers away. That was easier said than done, however. They didn’t just stick in place on her back like magic.
She twirled one in her hand a bit absently, and added, “Nothing I’ve got belowdecks, that’s for certain. And you can’t have a dog on my boat! Especially not this one. THIS dog is nothing but trouble.”
“Do you want to hump Bela’s legs, do you boy? Do you?” Marian rubbed at Dog’s face enthusiastically. “I know I do!” She turned to look at Isabela. “Oh how is he trouble? Just look at him? Is this the face of someone who’s nothing but trouble?”
Dog looked at Isabela and wagged his knobby tail.
"It's PRECISELY the face of someone who's nothing but trouble, and he ought to know how to look like that, he's YOUR dog." Isabela snorted a bit, then pointed her dagger at the dog, "It's the same deal, you. You hump my leg and I swear I'll stab you."
Dog swaggered towards Isabela and then rubbed against her leg, bumping his head against her hand to try to elicit some pettings. He gave her the best puppy dog eyes he could manage.
How could anyone resist those eyes? Not even Isabela was immune, though she made a big show of being incredibly grouchy about everything as she bent down to give Dog a pat on the head.
One, two, three, and even four pats were patted on the dog’s head, and then Isabela pulled her hand away and let out a sigh, “There, I’ve given you a bloody pat. Are you happy now, you sodding animal?”
At fourth pat, Dog inched forward and slobbered all over Isabela’s face. Marian started to laugh. “Well I suppose it’s not as though you’re not used to having your face a mess, am I right?”
"And why is it that I think you know exactly what you're talking about there?" Isabela asked, her tone a bit scathing. She pulled her shirt up a bit to wiped her face clean, then picked her dagger back up and headed belowdecks. "I think I need a bath. Maybe you can join me."
She glanced back over her shoulder and gave Marian a look, "YOU, not the dog, of course. And find somewhere for that thing to lay down. He can't come down here, I don't care how much he whines at you about it."
“I don’t know what you’re insinuating.” Marian flashed her a grin, then turned to the dog. “Okay, Dog...we really need to remember your name...Anyway, can you stay up here and guard us? If it’s someone really bad and nasty you can bite their balls off.”
"I think you know exactly what I'm insinuating," Bela countered, with a bit of a laugh. She lured Marian off to the bathroom, stripping her shirt off as she went.
"If he's standing guard I think we can have a little fun in there, don't you?"
“Well, when you put it that way…”