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Cabin Fever - Fenlin x Rahlen

Tomorrow he'd be leaving.

It was a current felt intensely throughout all of dinner as they talked about competitions and the season that was to come. Fenlin could taste it on the back of her tongue, and it flavoured the words in her mouth. Instead of asking hard questions she smiled, talked about easy topics like dogs and routine elements  instead of asking what they were, really.

Maybe she was scared of the answer, or maybe she was scared of losing what little time she had left of whatever illusion existed that let her monopolize his time. Potato was with the breeder for the evening, giving Fenlin and Rahlen time to be... friends.

They made it out to the car, parked in the back of the restaurant before they kissed. Fenlin wasn't sure who initiated it, only that she was pulling him against her, leaning back against the drivers side door with keys in one hand and a handful of his coat in the other.

"What time do I need to have you at the airport?" she asked, looking up at him through hazy eyes. Creators, the things he made her feel, it was as though all sense went out the mental window, leaving only stupid awkwardness and base instinct.

How he hadn't cut all contact off completely was a mystery.

"Ten, but with the drive we'll have to leave at around seven,"he said, lips barely free from hers. They were hot and sweet, still tasting of the desert from their dinner. She wanted to catch them and suck his lps clean of that taste, until the only thing he tasted like was heat and himself.

"So early," she said, making a face.

"Well," Rahlen said, hand on her hip. "Still later than your practices this weekend. And, at least the drive to Redcliffe will be enjoyable." his lips caught hers again, and Fenlin couldn't help the small groan that slipped out against his mouth.

Quiet as it was, the sound changed the atmosphere between them. Rahlen's hips pressed forward, pinning her against the car while his hand slipped up along her side and under her coat's open lapel to find her breast. Even though he only brushed the back of his fingers over it, before slipping his hand around to her back and pulling her tighter against him, Feli felt the deep huder of want ripple through her.

"Fuck," she mumbled against his lips. "I'll have to set an alarm, but I dont know if you'll get to sleep much."

He grinned, lips a hairsbreath from hers.

"Good."

She pushed him back, sucking down cold winter air. Then pointed at the passenger side of the car.

"Be good until we get back." Rahlen smirked, and Fenlin was sure that the warmth in her knees would leave her unable to stay standing. But, by some miracle she pulled through, unlocking her driverside door and climbing in.

"So," Rahlen said, buckling in next to her.

"Fen, since you don't need to compete tomorrow, can I say something?"

She glanced at him, already biting the inside o her cheek. "Sure?" she said, putting the key into the ignition and coaxing her old car to life.

"I'm going to miss your little cabin," Rahlen said, resting his hand on her knee, and sliding it up her thigh incrementally. "It's so nice and quiet and just, cozy."

Fenlin swallowed, hard. She looked at him, considering his comments. Did he mean it or was he just being nice? It was so hard to tell, and With Rahlen it might just be ass simple as a direct translation from his words.

"Yeah," she said with a nod. "I'm going to miss it when I travel for the next competition."

Who knew when the next time would be that she saw him? And even if she did, when she did, who was to say that it would be free for her to be with him like this? Rahlen would move on soon enough she was sure. There were prettier girls, human girls, girls with good families and better looks who would catch his eye. If she could pretend for tonight that he actually cared about her like she cared about him. It was stupid to think anything otherwise, but tonight she'd just won her first competition. She'd let herself pretend.

She put the car into gear and pulled out onto the main road, noticing that thick white flakes had started to fall from the sky.

"When's your next competition?" she asked, to pass the quiet of the drive. "Soon, right?"

"Mhm," Rahlen said, hand still on her leg. She could feel his body heat burning through her leggings to warm her skin below.

"The Ferelden Classic in a few weeks. But It's going to be weird without you there."

Fen snorted.

"You didn't even know me two years ago, was it weird then?" she asked.

"Sort of, I still knew you were there. It's different you were part of the Ferelden cup, and now you're not," he said quietly, looking at her. She couldn't read his expression from her peripheral vision, but she could tell he was looking at her. "You know, if you have the time you could come cheer me on, yeah?" he added.

"You'd want me to?" she asked, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "like, actually? Potato and all?"

He laughed, but like usual it was with her, not at her. A distinction she'd never previously understood as possible outside of family.

"I still cant believe you named him potato, but yeah. I mean, if you have the time. Pavus seems to be a bit of a hardass but he's been good for you. Skyhold's been good for you," Rahlen added, giving her leg a small squeeze.

"You helped, you know," she said, resting her hand over his as they drove down the straight-ish main road, her cabin still a ways out.  "If it wasn't for the gala or you showing me that I was stuck in a mindset that didn't fit me, I'd probably still be trying to wear pink ruffles and be skating to orchestral arrangements." Fenlin didn't bother to hide the face she made at the thought of that. And she caught his smile from the corner of her eye.

"Fenlin Lavellan, was that a compliment?" He asked with a mock gasp.

"Yes, even if you can be a bit full of yourself and get me in trouble with the media," she added, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Hey now," he said. "don't go flaunting that unless you plan on putting it to good use."

And just like that, her ears were aflame, cheeks equally as warm, while his hand slipped up closer to the crook of her hip and pelvis,fingers massaging tires muscles as she drove. At least, soon, they'd come upon the cabin and she could park the car and look at him. Smile at him. Gods, she was in trouble.

"I don't understand why you're so shy," Rahlen said quietly. "I mean, I get that it's anxiety, but you're so much better than you think you are, Fen. At skating and at social life, everything."

"I don't know," she said, turning on her signal as she spotted the turn off. "I'm not like your parents,or like Leliana Nightingale. I'm just, an awkward dork elf who likes weird music."

"And who won the Skyhold cup," Rahlen pointed out.  Slowing the car, she risked a glance at him, cheeks flushing full of heat before she focused on parking in the small lane by the cabin. Turning the car off, Fen double-checked that it was in park, before she looked back at Rahlen, biting her lip.

"I'm still a weird elf though," she said, and hated the way his eyes made her heart thud She hated the way that softness in his expression made her turn to warm goo and she just wanted to curl up in his arms, and she hated the way she leaned in to kiss him, needing the contact well before he did. Needing him and his touch more than he'd ever need hers. She was in the worst kind of trouble.

At least, even if it was just tonight, she could pretend that it was even, equal to her own desires, as he pulled back and tilted his head towards the cabin door. Fen nodded, and climbed out, grabbing her purse from the back and locking the car behind her.

His mouth and his hands were on her as soon as they reached her front door. she didn't reach to put the keys in the door, she didn't try to pull away or get shy. Fenlin just wanted to bask in the hot kiss of his lips on hers, the way his hands felt on her hips and the warmth of him pressed against her.

"The Door," he mumbled against her lips, taking the keys from her hand and unlocking the cabin for her. An arm slipped around her waist to prevent her from falling inwards as he opened the door to let them in, and walked Fenlin backwards into the cabin and closed the door behind them.

Coats and boots were tossed aside as Rahlen walked her backwards toward the bed, his hands and lips insisting on finding warmth, even though layers of fabric or a curtain of hair. His hand slipped up under her shirt to find her breast, gently squeezing at first before he nudged a finger and thumb under her cup to find sensitive skin.

"Gods," she mumbled against his lips, arching as he caught and rolled her nipple. His other hand was firmly holding onto her hips, pulling her against the heat of his own.

"Hmm?" Rahlen asked, pretending he had't heard her soft murmur of pleasure. He nudged her back to lay down on the bed and crawled over her, trailing kisses down to her breastbone. Tugging her shirt up, Rahlen bent his head to let his lips continue their slow path down along her belly, each sending a shiver through her, and she shivered, biting her lip as she felt his tongue trail a lazy line up towards her breasts.

He pulled the shirt and bra away, and Fenlin shifted to help toss them aside, cheeks still flushed with lingering shyness, but eyes darkening with desire for what was coming. As Fen felt his mouth close round the nipple of her right breast, she gasped, slipping her fingers into his hair, the other hand grabbing the meat of his shoulder as her body arched helplessly under his mouth. Soft and warm, his lips and tongue had her tipping her head back and murmuring bare nothings.

She wanted to tell him not to go, that he could stay another day, but... he had his own life, own competitions. She could enjoy tonight, then tomorrow, she'd let him go. As she'd known she'd have to all along. Even breathless and high on her first Senior win, Fenlin wasn't about to pretend that he'd drop everything to stay, with a 'friend'.

The light brush of his fingers sliding down between her legs left Fenlin squirming and gasping against his touch, lifting her hips against his hand for more. Rahlen chuckled against her skin, trailing light kisses across to her left beast, and taking it into his mouth. Just like the other, he nipped and tugged, blue eyes flicking up to watch her expression. With thought rapidly slipping away, Fenlin held onto him, a hand in his hair, the other's nails digging into his shoulder. His fingertips slipped under her skirt to find the sensitive skin along the inside of her thighs, and it was his lazy creep of fingertips up to the crease of her hip that left her breath stuttered.

"Rahlen," she breathed, biting her lip as he brushed a single finger up along her, even though thin cotton she felt the heat of his skin, and it was enough to leave her shivering and lifting her hips for more. "Please."

"Whatever you want," he whispered, kissing up along her neck, fingers nudging aside the thin fabric to brush over the heat between her legs. Fenlin's breath caught, and she arched, welcoming his fingers as they rubbed along her, and then --breathless-- as he slowly pressed a digit into her, curling up against her inner wall.

"Gods," she mumbled, lips soon caught by his, hot and heady, his kiss nearly distracting her from the slow but steady curl of his finger. And when she couldn't continue the kiss, his coaxing of her breath into raggedness, he kissed along her jaw to just below her ear.

"I want to hear you howl tonight," he murmured into her ear, teeth catching the soft skin of her earlobe. "I want to hear you gasp and shiver and squeeze around me as you come. Just tell me how, Fenlin," he breathed, and she moaned as he pressed a second finger into her, curling up against her front while his palm rubbed over her button.

"Will you do that for me?" he asked, nipping at her again.

Fenlin bit her lip, nodding. Already her breath had started to hitch, catching as he curled his fingers against her just -- gods -- just right. "Yes," she moaned. It was a near herculean effort, but she twisted, guiding him to keep his arm around her, his hand right where it was. But sh wanted him behind her, the heat of his cock resting up against her back. Though, she wanted...

"Like this?" he asked, nuzzling along her shoulder.  

She nodded, breathless. She felt his grin against her neck, and his hands pulled away from their work to slide the cotton of her underwear down, and push the knitted fabric of her skirt up.

Then... nothing.

"Rah-" she managed, looking over her shoulder before she felt his mouth press against her, warm lips and tongue tasting her, suckling on her clit as his nose nudged against her folds. Fenlin felt her cheeks and ears go scarlet, and she whimpered the rest of his name into the blankets under her, trembling as his fingers spread her open to let his tongue delve deep into her.

Fenlin hadn't planned on this, she hadn't- what if... what... his thumb was gently rolling against her clit now, and she melted into a trembling mess, pressing back into his mouth and his hand, desperate whimpers catching in her throat and stumbling over one another there. It was a subtle build, from pleasure into starbursts. First a tingle along her lips, a numbing along her fingertips, and then it crashed over her, rippling warmth along her body and against his mouth his hand with murmured whimpers slipping out of her throat.

Sinking her cheek into the blankets, Fenlin gasped, shivers of aftershock skittering through her nerves. But he wasn't done. Pulling back, Rahlen traced kisses up along her spine, pushing aside her shirt, his hands and lips seeking out warm skin.

"The sounds you make Fen," he murmured, helping pull away her shirt and bra, tossing them away into the darkness of the cabin. He didn't need to continue, she could feel the result of her sounds nudging against her, hot and hard and entirely too much outside of her.

"Rahlen," she mumbled through tingling lips, pressing her hips back to sink onto him, that first precious inch of pleasure sending a shudder through her entire being.

"Fuck," he gasped, breath hot on the skin of her back, lips and mouth at the sensitive skin just behind her ear. One of his hands was braced against the bed, just above her shoulder, but the other gripped her hip, fingertips curling into her flesh to hold on, to pull her back further onto him, slow and steady until he was buried deep into her.

She half-remembered feeling an ache the first few times, before he'd learned to coax her to being ready, to being slick and hot enough to take him. And now, now that she felt his heat nudging deep inside her, Fenlin never wanted to let him free.

He caught her lips, leaning further over her and pressing in just that much further. the hand on her hip slipped down, finding where he was buried into her, and slowly running lightly along her lips, up and over her clit. He sucked down her moans with hungry lips, hips pulling back slowly before sinking back into her to taste the difference in pitch of the sounds she made.

The slow pace couldn't last. Not when she wanted him so badly and he was so hungry for her. His hand was in her hair, pulling her back and up so her back was to his chest, a hand cupping the nape of his neck. His mouth was on her neck, hand pulling her hips against his in a quickening pace. The sound of skin on skin filled the cabin, and the hand in her hair let go, slipping down to cup her breast, squeezing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Gods," she moaned, cut off with gasps each time he thrust into her, the hot tip nudging against the front of her inner walls. It was... she couldn't... thinking was difficult around him at the best of times, but he was truly driving her towards mindless instinct.

On his knees, he pulled her down with both hands on her hips, burying himself into her fully and holding her there, squirming against him. She couldn't help it, her own hands finding her breast and her clit, squeezing and rubbing frantically as she squirmed on his cock.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured, nipping at her shoulder. "Fen, just tell me."

Swallowing hard, her cheeks already hot from desire, she did. The change was immediate, and stole her breath as he pushed her forward, cheek to the blankets under them. His fingers were demanding, finding her clit and flicking over it relentlessly, his other arm propping him up over her.

But it was the way he bit the nape of her neck, the low growl in his throat that tipped her over into mindless instinct. Breath hot on her skin, teeth holding her firmly in place, he carried her to starbursts and numb lips, her fingers helplessly grabbing handfuls of the blankets under them, her mouth letting slip gasps and cries of pleasure that she'd never been brave enough to let out before.

The grunt of surprise against her neck would have warned her, if it wasn't for the shuddering aftershocks of her own climax that kept rippling through her. A flush of heat, tightening of strong arms around her, and then a slow ease of the weight off to the side, but he was still filling her, his face still pressed into the crook of her neck, and Fenlin never wanted to let go.

"Maker's mercy," Rahlen mumbled aginst her skin, trailing light kisses up to below her ear. "I..." he stumbled, unsure of words, and Fen let slip a breathless laugh, enjoying the man's inability to speak far too much.

"I..." he stammered. "I tried, but." she hushed him by catching his hand and bringing it to her mouth, kissing his palm softly.

"it's okay, I'm, er, precautions, I'll just be sure to sort out a back up or something tomorrow." She looked over her shoulder at him, and couldn't resist smiling as he closed the distance with a kiss.

"I'm clean, too," he mumbled against her lips. "Does this mean the rest of tonight I don't have to worry, hm?" She felt him twitch inside her, and Fenlin's cheeks warmed, again.

"You're hopeless," she answered, he words cut off by kisses.