How often does Ashanna like to take baths with Senna? ;3
Relaxing in some hot water and being embraced by her muscular girlfriend?
The only time its less than pleasant is those times where she has to force Senna in the tub to bathe because she refuses to take care of herself again.
Pairing: Senna x Ashanna (and mentions of Solas x Ashanna x Senna)
I was kind of stuck in the pegging fic, so I took a detour into my modern au poly ship to clean up a little drabble I had written forever ago.
Senna belongs to @pridetothefall as always!
Senna lets out a sigh as she enters the flat, shrugging off her leather jacket and hanging it up neatly onto the coat rack. The lights are all off, and she is not surprised that her housemates are all asleep already given the late hour. She is a full three hours late from work due to an unexpected call, and would have been even longer filling out paperwork if Pentaghast hadn’t insisted she head home to get rest.
She is tired, but the three pots of coffee still coursing through her system will going to make sleep a bit troublesome, at least for the next few hours. Instead she reclines on the couch in front of the television, flipping through channels until she finally gives up and leaves it on infomercials for some unnecessary product.
She glances up when the couch dips in from an extra weight added to it, raising her eyebrows to find one very red eyed elf with a pouch of elfroot and...paraphernalia.
“You’re home late,” Ashanna states in between deep drags from her pipe.
“Work was busy,” she replies, declining to go into further detail. She evades instead. “And you are up late.”
“Couldn’t sleep without you,” Ashanna answers, blowing a stream of smoke into the air. Her arm rests onto the armchair, her posture languid and relaxed. Senna thinks she will probably never reach that level of relaxation in her life.
“You had Solas,” Senna counters, though she can’t stop the pleasing warmth that runs through her at her statement. And she can tell she had Solas, judging by the fact she was wearing one of his old tunics, and her hair looks as if it had been pressed into a mattress for several hours.
“I did,” she says, a little bit smugly. “But he went into the fade hours ago.”
“So it was just you and the elfroot, then? Tragic.”
Ashanna blows the next wave of smoke directly into her face. Senna coughs and waves it away.
“Such a rude girlfriend I have,” she grouses, pressing her face back into the couch’s cusions.
That hears her a genuine laugh from the elf in question. She hears the clink of Ashanna setting her pipe down, and then feels her curl up comfortably at her side. The smell of burnt elfroot floods her nostrils.
“I like this show.”
“It’s not a show, ma’asha. It’s a commercial.”
“I still like it.”
Senna shakes her head and chuckles softly to herself, before turning her attention back to the television. After a few moments her eyes drift shut as a sudden bout of relaxation washes over her.
“Have you heard anything from that publication company you sent your book to?” She mumbles into the pillow. She tries to remember the name of it. Tethras something? Some Dwarven publisher that Ashanna had been very eager about.
Ashanna makes a noncommittal sound; more of a vibration against her than anything. Hmm, okay. Not a topic she wants to discuss at this time.
A comfortable silence lapses between them, and Senna lets her attention wander back to the show. She yawns, having a hard time remembering what this particular appliance was supposed to do, and why the actors had so much difficulty performing basic tasks in the kitchen.
When the hand slips beneath her waistband, she nearly jumps. Ashanna lets her hand rest above her hipbone and otherwise doesn’t move it; perhaps just seeking a more comfortable resting spot. She ignores it.
After a moment, she seems to get restless. Slim fingers dance across the muscles of her belly, tracing the indentations before making a downward journey directly into her panties to find a path along much more sensitive skin.
Senna shudders but otherwise lets her explore; feeling her body respond to the light caress. It intensifies when a pair of warm lips press against the side of her neck. Her breasts are soft on her arm, held back only by Solas’ threadbare tunic.
“I want to ravish you,” Ashanna whispers, biting the edge of one sensitive, pointed ear. Her tone is low and husky and seems to crawl along Senna’s skin until it prickles. The small whine that escapes her throat is rather undignified, and she clears it to regain a bit of her composure.
"Oh?" Is all she manages to get out.
A breathy chuckle fills her ears, and Ashanna speaks again, this time in old elvish.
"I want to fill you with my fingers and taste the honey that pours from you. I want to make you come crying my name like you would cry for our creators, my heart."
Senna giggles to hide the sudden rush of pure arousal that washes over her; the words would be overly flowery and ridiculous coming from anyone else, but in that voice it just did things to her until her insides were flopping. She swallows.
"You are so high right now."
Ashanna laughs deeply.
"I know I am. But seriously, let's fuck?"
“Well when you put it like that, I can’t say no,” Senna agrees with a grin, twisting and using her superior strength to get her girlfriend underneath her.
