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... where Valka took some advice and did not participate in a drinking game with the Iron Bull.

The expedition to Therinfal Doubt had been successful and the Inquisition had gained the Templars as allies. There were many preparations underway as they sought to begin the process to close the breach as soon as possible. Many hoped that this would return Thedas to normality and the Inquisition’s purpose would be fulfilled. 

Valka found herself at Varric’s campfire.

‘You just won a big victory for the Inquisition. What are you going to do to celebrate?’ 

‘That is a good point. We should celebrate!’

That is how they ended up at the tavern. Iron Bull and Sera had joined the drinking and even Cullen left his post for the evening for a mug of beer. Somehow Valka got into a drinking contest, a matter of dwarven pride, with Iron Bull but when he pulled out his own flask she looked across at Varric and saw him shaking his head. Alright, perhaps that was not the best idea. 

Eventually, disturbed by the chaos and noise, Cassandra had shut the party down and scolded them like naughty school children before sending them to their tents. 

Varric and Valka found themselves stumbling back towards his tent, arm in arm and singing terrible Free Marcher drinking songs as soft rain began to mist over Haven. 

‘If my lass was a boat, and I was at sea,
I’d send her a wave, so she could ride over me.’

‘This is my stop,’ Varric said as they came alongside his tent. Dropping her arm from his, Valka looked up at him with a mischievous smile. 

‘It has to be cold and lonely in there,’ Valka commented suggestively. ‘You could alway join me in my room.’

‘Really? With a dwarf you have just met?’ Varric asked as he teased a curl of her hair into his fingers. 

‘Who knows, the world might end tomorrow. Why not take the opportunity? ’

It might not have been the smartest idea she had lately but it had been lonely for Valka at Haven and she enjoyed the company of Varric. He was, after all, quite a handsome dwarf and she always found his company enjoyable. 

She stood on her toes and kissed him, her arms wrapping around his neck as, to her surprise, he engulfed her in his muscular embrace and thoroughly kissed her back. 

They broke apart suddenly as a downpour of rain began, icy drops of mountain rain soaking through their clothes. 

‘Come on,’ Valka called as Varric lifted his coat to cover both of them. They ran through the rain towards Valka’s small hut and stood, laughing, at the doorstep and shook the water from her head. 

With a quick motion Valka opened the door and dragged Varric inside. As he shut the door, blocking out the cold wind and rain, he just managed to throw his coat to one side as Valka spun him around and pushed him against the closed door, pressing her body hard against his as her fingers curled into his shirt drawing him close. His hands found her waist, pulling her tight against him as his lips caught hers in an intoxicating kiss. 

Tasting the alcohol in the kiss, Valka was emboldened and her hands began to move down, quickly unbuttoning his shirt before slipping even lower. Pulling back from the kiss, she grinned at him as ran her fingers across the front of his trousers, teasing the growing bulge as she loosened the lacing on his breaches before slipping her hand under the waistband. Valka laughed as Varric gave a small moan as she wrapped her hand around his cock, giving a gentle squeeze, before dropping to her knees before him. 

Holding Varric’s gaze, Valka quickly finished unlacing his breeches and pulled the fabric aside to reveal his cock. She ran her hands down its thick length, encouraging it to harden as she ran soft kisses up the slide of the shaft before taking the head into her mouth. She tasted the saltiness as she swirled her tongue over the tip. Working in unison with her hands, she took his cock as far into her mouth as she could handle and delighted in the small groan he let out in response to her actions. 

Looking up, Valka watched the expression on Varric’s face as she kept going. His eyes were half closed, his mouth open as he breathed heavily and his hand moved to rest on her head. It excited her, knowing the power she had over him in this moment, and she continued, one hand pressed against his stomach and the other moving in rhythm with her mouth. 

‘Such a good girl,’ Varric murmured as his hand tangled in her hair and began to control her movement, setting a pace that became more frantic. She listened to his breath quicken and, in a sudden moment, she heard a deep groan as he released himself into her mouth. 

‘By Andraste’s flaming knickers,’ Varric explained, his breath ragged from exertion as he pulled Valka to her feet. He rested his head against her shoulder and took a moment as he steadied himself. ‘Fuck, that was a little too quick. Your turn!’

With his strong arms, Varric picked Valka up with ease and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he drunkenly stumbled towards the bed. With an awkward stumble, he dropped her onto the bed before falling down on top of her. He kissed her again in a fierce, desperate kiss fueled by drunken excitement. 

He pulled back and stared down at Valka, running his hands up her side to toy with the lacing at the front of her shirt. Valka began to help, awkwardly tangling the lacing as she fumbled, and Varric grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. 

‘I’ve got this,’ he murmured as he kissed her before releasing her hands to quickly finish the task and he pulled back her shirt, exposing her full breasts. 

Valka groaned as he moved down her body and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He teased at it and rolled it beneath his tongue as he brought one hand to her other breasts and mimicked the action, eliciting small sounds of delight from her. 

With a roguish grin, Varric sat back, breaking the contact as she whined, and began to pull her boots off. Holding one foot in his hands, he ran his fingers across the sole of her foot and Valka laughed, nearly kicking him off the bed. Doubling down, he held her legs against the mattress as he continued to see what parts of her brought forth laughter as Valka struggled against his hold. 

‘Stop,’ Valka cried between fits of laughter. 

‘Alright, alright. Let’s get you out of those clothes.’

‘I thought you’d never ask.’ Valka giggled as she quickly loosened her pants and Varric helped remove them, leaving her lying on the bed in her open shirt and smallclothes.

Once more he kissed her as he moved to lie next to her on the bed. He traced his fingers across her jawline before trailing them down her body. They skimmed her breasts, drawing circles across her stomach as they ventured lower. He brushed at the soft curls of her mound through the thin fabric of her smallclothes before slipping his hand under the waistband. He dipped his fingers between her folds and Valka moaned as his fingers slipped through the wetness that soaked her smallclothes. 

His mouth dropped from her lips down to her breast, one again capturing a nipple, as his fingers circled her clit. Valka’s breath quickened and she held on tight to the back of his shirt. Emboldened by her reaction, Varric moved his fingers lower and slipped two fingers into her. With his lips occupied at her breast, his fingers moved within her and his hand ground against her clit as Valka’s hips rose to meet his touch. 

Under the relentless torment Valka’s body tensed and her back arched off the bed, forcing herself to press harder against the heel of his hand as his fingers moved within her. Her hips moved on their own accord as she rode his hand as she sought her climax. One of her hands grasped at the blanket, the other other held tight to Varric’s shirt, as Valka threw her head back as the waves of pleasure washed over her. 

‘Well, fuck,’ said Valka as she collapsed back onto the mattress beside Varric, her breathing slowly returning to normal. 

‘That was kind of the plan. But you had to go and ruin things early.’

She gave a playful hit against his chest. ‘Like you didn’t enjoy it?’

‘True. But I may have to collect on the rest after you sort out the Breach.’

‘It’s a date.’

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... with the Inquisition demanding much of Valka's time, Varric grabs an opportunity to finally finish what they started.

The storeroom was dimly lit, the only light a flickering lantern hung haphazardly from a hook. Wooden crates and sacks of provisions were stacked around them, the scent of dried herbs and spilled wine lingering in the air. There was the muffled sounds of a party outside - everyone was celebrating the victory at closing the Breach - but inside this room, neither occupant seemed to care about the celebrations.

‘You know…’ Valka began in a breathy voice as Varric kissed her neck, biting softly at her skin as his hands roamed her body. ‘That party is outside and it is kind of for me.’

‘I much prefer the one in here,’ Varric murmured into her neck, tasting the faint sweat of her skin with his tongue. ‘You know, saving the world has its perks, but I didn’t think being locked in a storeroom with the Herald of Andraste would be one of them.’

After a brief, but enjoyable, encounter a few weeks prior, this had been the first opportunity the pair had found to be alone in all the chaos. Earlier that evening, the Inquisition had returned from closing the Breach as heroes and the village of Haven was ready to celebrate the success. Still running on the adrenaline from earlier, Varric had barely let Valka grab some food before he had found her and dragged her into one of small huts that doubled as a storeroom.

‘Locked in? You’re the one who pulled me in here, Varric.’

‘Guilty as charged.’ He leant back and grinned at her. ‘You looked like you needed rescuing. Too much hero worship out there, not enough, well, actual worship.’

As he spoke, he began to unbutton Valka’s jacket and he slid it from her shoulders. He reached down and grabbed her thighs, his strong hands biting into her as he easily lifted her onto one of the crates. He began to work on the lacing of her tunic as his lips found hers, warm and insistent, and the kiss caused his breath  to catch as he considered the beautiful woman before him.

‘I am sure that Cassandra is looking for me,’ Valka gasped as he slipped her shirt open.

The chill of the air caused her skin to form goosebumps and Valka shivered. Quickly, however, Varric brought his hands to her, warm against her cool skin. Desperately he tried to touch every part of her he could - caressing, teasing, toying - as she squirmed in his firm grasp, her small movements of desperation driving him crazy as he tried to hold back his own desire.

‘If the Seeker wants you,’ Varric began as he hastily undid the fastenings of her trousers, pulling them off her legs with a hurried enthusiasm, ‘then she can wait her turn.’

Varric quickly brought his hand to her core and he groaned at the sensation as his fingers hurriedly slipped through her already saturated folds. He pressed his fingers inside her, teasing as he brought a moan to Valka’s lips. He continued to torment her, curling his fingers within her to cause beautiful sounds to escape her lips as he felt his own excitement build. He wanted her, desperately, and with the chaos that surrounded Valka, Varric felt it had been best to grab the first opportunity he could find.

‘She’ll kill me if she finds me in here.’

How could she still be thinking of Cassandra in a moment like this , Varric thought as he worked his fingers in her dripping cunt, groaning himself as he felt her body tighten against his fingers.

‘She’ll kill me first,’ Varric said with an easy grin that hid the desperation he felt for her. He brushed back a loose curl of hair from her face as he captured her lips once more, muffling the delightful sounds that were escaping them. ‘But it’s worth the risk.’

He could not take this anymore and pulled back, his hands quickly unfastening his trousers as he pulled his cock free. Valka watched, eyes hooded and lips parted, breathing heavily, and she watched eagerly as he ran his hand along his length, focussing as he considered the half-dressed woman before him.

Not able to take another moment, he pressed forward, finding her entrance as he slipped through her slickness. The long, delicious moan that Valka let out as he slid into her shocked him to the core and he pressed his forehead against hers as he found his cock fully seated in her. 

‘For now, at least, you are mine,’ he declared.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Maker knows he did not want to embarrass himself like last time, he pulled back, almost to the tip, and then plunged into her once more, moving easily as Valka’s hands grabbed at his waist, encouraging him with every thrust. Varric slid his hand between their bodies, finding her clit with his fingers and smiled at the loud groan that escaped Valka’s lips as he began to move in time with his cock.

Shit, someone could easily hear them! Hopefully it would be lost in the noise of the crowd outside.

Her hands moved across his body, no longer at his waist encouraging him, but at his head, pulling him closer as her lips desperately sought his. She began to whimper, his fingers working magic against her as his cock filled her from inside, and with each sound she made, Varric barely hung on himself. He pushed her, as far as he could then held her close in his strong grip as her climax washed through her body. Varric was not far behind and as he body clenched tightly against his, he lost all composure and let go as his seed spilled within her. Rocking gently against her as the last of his climax washed over him, Varric pulled her close and buried his face in her neck, allowing himself a movement to regain his composure. 

Valka leant back, looking down at Varric as he lay his head against her chest. At this moment, she did not look like Herald. Like the stoic warrior they all expected. She just looked… happy.

‘Well,’ Valka began with a smirk, ‘I’m glad to see that you aren’t always so quick off the mark.’

Varric went to say something in retort but took one look at her grinning face and just began to laugh.