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Dragon Age Kiss Battle: Go!

Welcome to the 2014 Dragon Age Kiss Battle!
Any kind of kiss is welcome -- het, slash, femslash; shippy, familial, gen; cheek kisses, mouth kisses, kissing of... other things; serious, fluffy, silly, or all three at once; fanfic, fanart, whatever you come up with; anything goes!
The post is now open! I don't anticipate closing it, so come by any time!
THE RULES:
- To leave a request: Post a comment with character(s) and, if desired, a prompt. Put the pairing/character(s) in the subject line and the prompt in the body of the comment.
- To respond: Reply to the prompting comment. Include characters, rating, and title in the subject line. If your response includes content relating to Dragon Age: Inquisition, please also note that in the subject line.
- Multiple responses are both allowed and encouraged!
- There is no limit to the number of prompts you can post.
- Artwork can be posted inline, but try not to make it too large. Please link to images that are very large or NSFW.
- Please, be kind to others regarding pairing choices, prompts, or anything else. This game is for everyone! :)
- Anon commenting is on, as is OpenID, if you neither have nor want a Dreamwidth account.
- Send your friends! :D
If you have questions, please ask them here. Thanks, and happy kissing!!
Bethany/Isabela
[Yes, I said ALL THE BETHANY KISSES]
Re: Bethany/Isabela
(Anonymous) 2014-02-16 05:30 am (UTC)(link)Isabela snorted. “I thought I’d made that clear.”
“Oh, yes.” The mage smiled, leaning into Isabela as the other woman settled against her back, long, dark legs bracketing her own. She let her hand trail across Isabela’s thigh. “I know what you meant, but there’s so much more.” Lifting the pirate’s hand to her mouth, Bethany kissed the back of it. Flicked her out between the the first two fingers, and blushed at the simple, joyous wickedness of it, all mixed in with her friend’s surprised laugher.
“There’s all of you, after all.” she said, soft and slightly wondering. Still blushing, she sucked a fingertip into her mouth, and bit.
Isabela shuddered. “Sweetness,” she managed, brushing Bethany’s hair off her neck with her free hand, and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I think I like it when you’re philosophical.”