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Dragon Age Kiss Battle! 2015 edition
Welcome to the 2015 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. .
- Multiple responses are both allowed and encouraged!
- There is no limit to the number of prompts or responses you can post.
- Prompts from all Dragon Age canons and tie-ins are welcome, including DA:I. There is no rule against spoilers in prompts, but please do your best to be considerate. If a prompt response includes significant Inquisition spoilers, make sure to note it in the subject line. Readers should be aware that there may be spoilers in prompts as well as responses.
- Crossovers and AUs are welcome!
- 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!!
Coming Up for Air, Isabela/Fenris
“What I said,” he replied. “I simply never learned. There was no call for me to learn that skill.” Now he was frowning, thinking of how many of his abilities had been learned at perfected for Danarius’s use, at his beck and call.
“I suppose there’s no help for it,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and huffing a sigh, then throwing her arm over his before he knew what was happening. He raised an arm instinctively, then stilled himself, dropped it. She smelled like salt and wind and sweat and warmth and a tinge of alcohol, and her arm was very warm, her hair brushing his nose as her grip over the back of his shoulders, surprisingly strong, nearly tilted him off-balance. “I’ll simply have to teach you, sweet thing.”
Fenris didn’t protest. In fact, he suddenly felt eager to learn. Not simply because, well, spending time with Isabela was never unpleasant, but because it would be something he learned for no other reason than because he wanted to learn it. Much like the reading. And that was how he ended up in a sandy cove on the Wounded Coast while Isabela attempted to teach him how to swim in the quiet waves of the surprisingly deep water where it dropped off past the shore, both of them in their smallclothes.
Isabela was actually an excellent teacher, and before long Fenris found himself floating on his back with ease, staring up at the clear blue sky. She adjusted his strokes with one wet palm against his shoulder, hard and warm, as she began to teach him the movements that might actually propel him forward. At first he concentrated carefully on what he was doing, the actions of it, but it was easier than he’d first expected, when putting his face under the water had seemed like such a risk. He felt himself growing confident, and his focus shifted from staying afloat to Isabela herself and how easily she moved through the water around him, like a fish or an otter, her dark curling hair heavy with water and the way her skin shone in the sun, muscles flexing beneath it, the easy competence with which she showed him what to do. “You’re a quick learner,” she said, sounding pleased, and Fenris hoped his pleased flush wasn’t too obvious on his face.
“You’re a good teacher,” he said.
“I think you’re ready for things to get more complicated,” she said, and winked. She dove under the water a moment later, and he felt her arms wrap around his legs, tug him off balance. He just had a moment to curse low and under his breath before he was falling into the water with a splash. But he wasn’t about to give up so easily, and he used his newfound comfort with being underwater to twist himself around and grip her shoulders, launching himself at her.
They broke the water with a splash a few moments later, Isabela laughing, and Fenris found himself doing the same not long after. The whole thing then turned into a wrestling match, all elbows and slippery skin, of which Fenris inevitably got the worst, though he was pleased that he managed to give a good account of himself, with Isabela’s inevitable victory only mildly overwhelming. Eventually, they sprawled on the sand, Isabela flopping back into it with a loud, satisfied sounding sigh, apparently unconcerned with getting sand in her hair. “Well, that was fun,” she said, sounding pleased. “And now no one can sneak up behind you and just tip you into the water some night to get rid of you.” She winked at him, grinning.
“And you call me paranoid,” Fenris told her, half out of breath from their tussle.
“You are paranoid,” Isabela told him, wrinkling up her nose.
“Yes, but I’m not the only one,” Fenris told her. He surprised himself when he bent down, slid one hand back into Isabela’s hair, against the strong curve of her jawline, and pressed a kiss to her lips, because he’d been consciously not thinking about that, as to not feel too much of a coward. Her lips were warm and tasted of salt, chapped beneath his, and then she gave a deep, warm laugh that somehow didn’t make him feel ashamed and reached up with both arms to curl them around his shoulders, one sliding up into his hair and pulling him down into the kiss, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue over his lips so that heat washed through him, entirely unexpected. He heard himself gasp in his own ears, responded by opening his own mouth, feeling heat catch and light inside of him. She threw her leg over his and brought his head down into the kiss, slipping her tongue against his, into his mouth. Fenris felt his breath catch.
When they pulled away, Isabela was smiling at him, her eyes alight, and Fenris still felt warm, despite the wind chilling the water beading on his back and shoulders into salt. “That time you did surprise me, sweetness,” she purred.
“Surprising Captain Isabela herself. Something for a man to be proud of,” Fenris replied as dryly as he could while still breathless.
“It is,” Isabela grinned, and sat up, curled one arm around his shoulders and leaned in, resting her hand against his jaw and turning his face toward her. “Let’s see then,” she murmured, “come here,” and Fenris leaned into the kiss, smiling himself, because it hadn’t just been the once.
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