Prompt: Varrigold, in the garden, tender sex ;)
Hey, remember this relic?
Tagging @5ftgarden and @silent-of-spirit because it seems relevant to your interests ^^
NSFW, for @dadrunkwriting
Varric and Marigold sat nestled in the Gardens, under ablossoming tree, over a quilted blanket. The soft light of late afternoonfiltered through the leaves overhead, dappling their bodies as he lay on hisside, cradling her against him. He caressed her, thumb tracing idly over hershoulder, and she nuzzled just a bit closer. He could hear a gentle wind in thebranches, the trickle of the fountain somewhere nearby, the steady breathing ofhis only love.
Call him a sap, but he couldn’t remember ever being thishappy in his damned life. The Maker could take him now with only minimalprotest.
To say this was a quiet ‘moment’ was an understatement—they’dspent a couple hours like this, hadn’t they? She’d asked to picnic for dinner, andnow the dishes had been cleared, finished long ago. They’d talked and laughedand planned, and then when they’d run out of things to talk about they just…Stayed like this. Which apparently was a thing normal couples got to do,instead of fighting demons. Who knew?
Marigold breathed a happy sigh, nuzzling close again. Then,eyes widening, she said quietly, “Varric! We’re right in the middle of thegardens…”
What? Oh, right, that. “It’s not on purpose, Sweetheart,” heteased, though really, it was only a little hard. He tried to pull his hipsback from hers to give them a little room, but only succeeding in nudging herthigh, making things less ‘little’. “You just have that effect on me.”
He pulled her in for a kiss, and by the time he left herlips to trail soft kisses along her jaw he was definitely nudging her thigh onpurpose.
“Varric!” She squealed, laughing and squirming as he reachedthat ticklish spot on her ear.
“Come on Sweetheart, we’re all alone out here. The staff hasall turned in for the evening.”
“Really?” she asked as she craned her neck to look around,and he took the opportunity to pepper her with kisses there as well.
“Really,” he replied easily. Who knows—it might be true.
She turned back to him with a coquettish smile. “Well inthat case…”
Marigold gripped him by the shoulders and kissed himsoundly. He would have chuckled if hips lips weren’t occupied with hers;instead, he opted for trying to untie the laces of her waistcincher without hernoticing. His discretion was, evidently, not needed, because seconds later herown hands were slowly undoing of the clasps of his shirt.
He pulled back, curious, as he slipped the waistcincher offof her, expecting her boldness to turn into a pretty blush and an insistence togo to his bedchamber.
Instead, she pulled her blouse right over her head, and thenwent right back to trying to disrobe him, lips on his collarbone.
“Minx,” he accused, speaking huskily into her ear beforenibbling it again, drawing out more giggles. He shrugged off his shirt and thenran his hand up her back, sliding along her waist, cupping her breast—and noticingfor the first time just how many freckles her chest bore. Not so shy after all,his Sweetheart, if she was covered in freckles where the sun don’t shine (or atleast not usually).
He had thought to be lucky to get away with pulling up herskirt for a quick tryst… Now he had other plans.
Varric took his time undressing Marigold completely, including herstockings, enjoying the play of light and shadow over her uncovered body; andthe confidence she had in it. Her hands were eager, but his slow kissespersuaded her to slow down the pace in time with him. When he would have guidedher onto her back upon the quilt she instead hooked her leg up to his hip. Witha smile she reached between them to guide him in, still on their sides, theirbodies in nearly the same position they’d been cuddling in before.
He ‘mmm’ed and mumbled some kind of ‘I love you’ into herhair as he moved his hand to her thigh, helping her hold it there. “I love youtoo,” she said, laughing. She was entirely too pleased with herself. He couldn’tfind it in him to care—he never got tired of hearing her say it, teasing him ornot.
He moved in her, unsure of this angle, but then she began tomove with him. Like most things in his life, the result was much better withher help. They quickly built a rhythm together, kissing until they ran out ofbreath, forcing them to settle for panting on each other’s skin. He couldn’thelp but grin as he quickly heard that little whining noise she made when shegot close, which never took long.
He helped her along, moving just a bit faster as he tastedher neck, and was soon rewarded when she came apart. Her moans in his ear, herwalls pulsing around him, was more than enough so send him to his end as well;he tensed, holding her tightly to him as he came into her.
He leaned his head back to catch his breath, panting, andshe pounced on him with happy little kisses on his shoulder, bringing anothersmile to his face. “I love you, Marigold,” he told her, properly this time.
She laughed. “I know, Sweety. I love you too.”
Despite their sweat, he pulled her to him as he fell ontohis back, slipping out of her. She obediently curved along him once most, herleg slung over him. He noticed that she had a smattering of freckles on herbackside, too.
