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"I can tell you don't like me very much." Evelyn says once the last person leaves the room, staring at the girl that seems to lead the group chasing Solas in the north. "Something I did?" Her stone-neutral tone rivaling with Taash.
"Chantry people make me uncomfortable in general." Delphine says, standing up to her feet. "Too busy putting their noses everywhere." She moves closer to the Inquisitor, offering a smile. "You're very intimidating."
"Yeah." Evelyn lowers her head, though her tone remains cold and stone. Her thoughts lingering of dreadful reports of awful acts. Being on the receiving end of the Chantry's initial adversarial methods to her supposed 'divinity'. "Being the Inquisitor opened my eyes to much suffering."
"Speaking of eyes…" Rook says with a flirty smile. "Mine are like Morrigan's. I know you haven't looked at them much yet." She teases, Delphine knows her Rivaini garb makes her easy on the eyes, having caught many furtive stares.
"Brat." Evelyn accuses, her eyebrow inching upward slightly. "I was not blind to the crude allusions you made with your hands to your Veil Jumper friend either."
"Which you only saw because you were already looking there." Delphine says, shamelessly repeating the gesture over her own chest, metaphorically inflating her size to match Evelyn's assets.
"Why are we speaking of this?" Evelyn asks, momentarily frustrated by the confusion brought by the realization of the topic switch.
"I don't want needless conflicts and fights with friends." Delphine says with a soft shrug. "I just moved the conversation somewhere I find comfortable."
"And you find boobs comfort—" Evelyn stops herself, her lips almost twisting into a smile, but neither her impassable expression, nor the soft dark tone of her skin can conceal the pink hue her cheek takes. "I walked right into this one."
"Yours look very comfortable." Delphine flirts, reaching out to poke at the Inquisitor's nose, turning around to walk toward the nearby stairs.
Evelyn follows Delphine up the stairs, grabbing her shoulder to stop her from leaving. "Where do you think you're going after saying something like that to me?"
"What, you want me to stuff my face down your open shirt in the middle of the library? You want Bellara to come back here and see that? Write it in her next serial?" Delphine teases the Inquisitor, leaning in to whisper "Or you want some privacy in my own quarters?"
"It would be a nice change to have something like that written about me. Instead of religious essays." Evelyn admits with a shrug. Her voice softening slightly as she speak again. "I suppose some… privacy would be better."
They make their way up the stairs, walking through the doors to Delphine's own room together, letting the door slam loudly behind them.
Rook sits on the green couch, lounging a bit in it, watching the Inquisitor look about the room, studying it like a fight could break out in here. "Your eyes are very pretty."
"What color are they?" Her voice remains monotone, but there is a hue of playfulness to it now. She sits next to Rook on the seat.
"Fade green." Delphine says, a wicked grin on her now.
"I apologize for my earlier staring." Evelyn says.
"The sentiment is appreciated. But I very much appreciate the flattery and affection, even if you made every effort not to show it." Delphine says in a much softer voice. "I am not what anyone would consider a proper lady."
"I've heard stories, but I don't think they're the whole of you." Evelyn speaks.
"Hehehe 'hole of me.'" Rook snarks, leaning into the immature humor. "I imagine the stories you've heard are mostly true. I don't intend to change my ways either. I loved my life before this and I hope I get the chance to return to it after."
"I hope you get to do that. I hope it's everything you want it to be too." The Inquisitor sighs staring down at her own hands.
Delphine shifts and scoots, moving until she's sitting in Evelyn's lap, looking her in the eyes. "It does not have to be anything beyond this room, we can just have a bit of fun, forget the problems of the world for a moment"
"I'd prefer that." A simple response, her arms settling around Rook's waist.
"Good…" Delphine reaches behind herself and with surprising ease, untie and removes the entirety of what covers her chest, dropping the bundle of fabric on the floor.
Evelyn leans down, kissing Delphine's neck softly, then down her neck until she reaches her exposed chest. Breathing in Delphine's scent, something sweet with flowers she can't place.
Delphine gasps and giggles at the gentle sensation the older woman causes, she wraps her arms around her head, gently scratching at her scalp, keeping her firmly against her chest. "You don't have to be so soft, I won't break." she whispers, kindly into Evelyn's ear.
Evelyn hears it, smiling against the soft skin of her companion's breasts, she pulls one of her nipples into her mouth, flicking her tongue and nipping at it eagerly. Her hands rising from Rook's waist to hold them steady against her lips.
Once the surge of passion begin to subsides, Evelyn rest her head against the bare chest, listening to the heartbeat, her face red and warm, her mind racing with thousands more desires.
Delphine giggles cutely, pushing the older woman so she leans against the back of the couch, working to remove the clothes in the way of her generous bosom, the efforts end with the outfit bunching around the inquisitor's waist rather than fully taken off. "Damn, those muscles." she traces the abs with her fingers, blushing.
Evelyn pulls Delphine taut against her chest, flush against her, watching her bury her face between her breast too, just like she did a moment ago, letting out a soft moan at the rush of sensation it provokes, chills down her back. "They're not just pretty, I can use them too." she whispers, tightening her grip on Rook, keeping her there firmly.
Delphine's face turns a deep shade of red at the display of strength, thrills flittering through her whole being at the gentle, yet powerful imposition by the older woman. She kisses, leaving stains from her lips' paint against the soft skin, caresses and squeezes.
"So good to me. So good." Evelyn praises, leaning in to kiss the top of Delphine's head, nuzzling her hair, taking in more of her unfamiliar, flowery scent. She can feel the shivers her praises elicits in Rook against her body.
One hand reaches down Rook's back, grabbing firmly at her ass, pulling her taut against her body from there too now. "You're being such a good girl for me…"
Delphine tilt her head up, emerging from Evelyn's chest, placing gentle, eager kisses along her neck until she reaches her lips. "I can be…so much better" she whispers, near breathless, red in the face like she's rarely been before.
Evelyn smiles and kisses Rook before using her strength to scoop her up from her lap and lowering her to the floor before her. "Let me show you how you can do that for me."
Delphine smirks and bite at Evelyn's inner thighs. "You don't know anything about kneeling like this that I don't."
Evelyn lets out a rare laugh. "You brat…"
"I'm good at that too." Rook says, tugging the clothes off of Evelyn's legs, dropping them next to her own top nearby.
Once they're free, Evelyn wraps her legs around Delphine's shoulders, pulling her closer. "I hope you're also fast, I'm not letting you go until I'm done."
"So demanding…" Delphine comments, licking her lips.
"I plan on offering much in return." Evelyn whispers, her voice fading as Rook graces her with an eager mouth.