@brancadoodles commissioned me to do a wonderful, romantic, and lighthearted scene between her Inquisitor Jodianna Lavellan and Josephine Montilyet. After what feels like forever and a day, it has been completed! I am elated to share with you all the end result.
Rating + Category: Fluff, Light NSFW for nudity and sexual flirtation.
Relationship: F!Inquisitor x Josephine Montilyet
Summary: Jodianna awakens to a beautiful sight -- the Ambassador, asleep and at peace. All is well, until an uninvited, eight-legged pest appears to shake up their contented morning. Clumsy attempts at chivalry and diplomacy of the arachnid kind unfold.
Her vision grew clearer with each blink, and the details of her all came out pristine: her loose, black curls strewn across her pillow and over her shoulders. Her face relaxed and still, lips parted ever-so-slightly. A fine, perfect, and all-together dormant morning, until something moving caught her eye in the ripples of bedsheets: something dark and crawling, small but not dismissable.
Oh, blasted, it was a spider. Of all things, a damn spider. It couldn’t have been a trick of her sleep-deprived mind, or a ball of lint gone astray. No, no, a spider. Of course.
Jodianna’s heart lapsed in its rhythm, quickening first and then slowing. Her throat went dry as she panicked about what first to do. Should she just leave it to go on its swell way? It was practically going for a stroll along Josephine’s waist. Every stop and change in direction made her dread grow. Oh, come now, just crawl away. Just go. Go, shoo, go hang off something.
She clutched her folded arms under her cheek and chin, her legs curling up tighter underneath her. Slowly, discrete as if the little creature would find out she was awake and choose her to be its mountain.
Josephine was as still and quiet as a sculpture then, making it all the worse. If it got feisty and crawled into her hair or her face and she woke up to Jodi just staring at her like she had morphed into Darkspawn, what then? No, this was a time to be brave. She was the Inquisitor, for heaven’s sake. She had one of the worst and most dangerous day jobs in Thedas. Surely she could spare her lover the fright of waking up to a spider walking a country mile across her nose.
The little arachnid was booking it onto Josephine’s shoulder, and that is when Jodianna knew she had to strike. As she bit her lip and fought off the preeminent cringe she pulled herself up and reached a hand. Ugh, it was going to touch her. She was going to touch it. Glancing at Josephine in her periphery, though, she knew it was a small sacrifice to make.
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