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NeveRook
Elf - GW - Rogue
Female!Rook - G!PRook
Rated M
WARNING: This is a G!P Rook story! If you don’t like that then please walk away, you have been warned!
Summary: The four times Neve gets away with teasing Rook and the one time she doesn’t. Neve finds the elf’s reaction to her teasing and flirting to be far too satisfying, the confident rogue seemed to get tongue tied whenever Neve teased and she just couldn't help it. There was just something about the elf that drew Neve in, was she playing a dangerous game? Maybe. Was it worth it? Every time.
- - - NeveRook - - -
The First Time
Neve knew from the first moment she saw Rook, standing beside Varric with a determined face and a joke on her lips, that she was going to be trouble. The Elven rogue seemed like she danced with death for a living and had grown accustomed to its cold fingers grasping at her life. ‘Confident and quirky’ Varric had told her and ‘an expert in trouble’, so maybe Neve wasn’t too far off in her initial assessment but Rook had backed up her bravado time and time again with her actions, her speed in a fight was almost unmatched and her deadly precision with every stroke of her blades would have scared Neve if Rook had been her opponent. That being said though, Rook had been nothing short of amazing with their ever growing group of companions, making time to help each of them out in their personal endeavours with zero complaints and armed with enough jokes, sometimes terrible jokes, to make even the darkest of times seem a little lighter.
Currently Rook was away with Emmerich and Harding at the Grand Necropolis, Myrna had sent word of demons roaming the passageways and disrupting the ‘workforce’ and had asked for their help in eliminating them.
Neve was waiting to hear back from Tarquin about the Venatori that they suspected in being involved in the disappearances in Dock Town, she had been going over her notes for the last two hours and now seemed as good a time as any to go for a small walk to stretch her legs, she could stop and grab some coffee too ‘Maybe get Lucanis to brew a fresh pot if he’s around’ she thought with a smirk. The Antivan Crow had been utterly aghast when he’d mistakenly poured himself a cup of Neve’s boiled coffee, telling her he’d take the time he had been poisoned on a contract over drinking any more of Neve’s ‘poison’. He had huffed and made fresh coffee, sitting Neve down at the table and demanded that she try a cup of real coffee. Neve couldn’t deny that his version of the drink was far better than her own but she didn’t say that out loud, no she had told him ‘it’s nice but it still does the same thing as boiled coffee’ to his chagrin and her delight.
As Neve left her office she heard Bellara’s voice echo from the library, “No! Please, I’m sorry again Rook, I just didn’t see the pot behind you and… and we were under attack!” and then Bellara left the Library, walking backwards out the door clearly still looking at someone as she backed up with her hands outstretched defensively in front of her. Bellara was seemingly trying to ward off Rook .
“Well if you’re really sorry then you can come give me a biiiig hug, can’t you Bel?” Rook drawled as she too came into view and approached with a grin glinting with mischievousness. Neve’s eyebrow raised, Rook was dripping with… something and covered in a grey/white dust nearly from head to toe, the top half of her armoured leathers was gone, leaving her in a small vest top that seemed to have taken damage too.
Bellara continued to back away from the rogue slowly, neither having noticed Neve’s presence just yet, “R-Rook, you know I’d be happy to give you a hug but you know, after you’ve changed and… maybe… bathed?” Bellara squeaked as she shook her head from side to side.
“No no no, you took a shot, you missed your shot and I paid the price for it so now I get to have my much needed apology hug from my fellow elf” Rook smiled evilly at the tinkerer before she launched herself towards Bellara who let an an honest to god squeal before turning and darting away from their soot covered leader who gave chase immediately. Neve watched with her eyebrow still raised as Rook chased Bellara up to Davrin’s doorway, the tinkerer managing to slip past the rogue as she spotted Neve and made a beeline for the detective.
“Neve! Help me! Make her stop, she’s going to get bone dust all over me!” Bellara made it safely behind Neve just as Rook came to a stop in front of the detective. Rook huffed and put her hands on her hips as Bellara cowered behind the one person Rook wouldn’t go through to get to her, ‘Well, maybe I wouldn’t go through Taash either, I’d probably just bounce off them’ Rook told herself.
“Bone dust? Just what did I miss at the Necropolis?” Neve asked dryly, looking Rook up and down and seeing that yes, the grey/white dust Rook was covered in did appear to be bone dust, she still wasn’t sure what the sticky liquid could be though.
“Yes. Bone dust” Rook huffed, her chest heaved and Neve watched the rise and fall of her chest with a sharp, yet appreciative, eye. “Bellara here mistook the pot of cremated remains behind me for one of the demons we were fighting and shot it, causing all of said remains to explode in my face” Rook huffed again, this time the sound coming out like a child that had been told no dessert before dinner and Neve smiled slightly before turning her head to look at Bellara who was still hiding behind her with a sheepish look on her face.
“I thought I was protecting you! Doesn't that count for anything?!” Bellara squealed, the panic in her voice tangible.
“Of course, that’s one of the reasons you deserve a big hug, Bel” Rook answered, peaking over Neve’s shoulder at Bellara with an evil grin on her face, she took a swipe around Neve at catching Bellara’s arm just missing as her fingers grazed the fabric instead.
“Well, don’t let me get in the way of such a loving gesture” Neve smiled and laughed at Bellara’s scream of surprise as Neve sidestepped and Rook lunged forward immediately, her arms wrapping around Bellara’s entire body and pinning her arms between them. Rook’s shout of victory followed by laughing as she squeezed the smaller elf to her, spinning them both on the spot and effectively smearing Bellara with remnants of bone dust and whatever liquid clung to the rogue’s body.
Bellara’s groan of disgust as she tried to wriggle away from Rook’s hold on her made Neve laugh, “Eww Rook! You’re covered in bone dust and embalming oil additives! Let me go!” Bellara griped.
“Nope, next time you’ll be more careful where you’re aiming, won’t you?” Rook’s voice was smug and Bellara groaned again, finally seeming to accept that she wasn’t getting away from the slightly taller elf.
“Okay Rook, I think Bel’s learned her lesson” Neve had to stifle another chuckle as Bellara nodded emphatically, Rook however, seemed not to hear her as she continued spreading the bone dust and oil mixture on as much of Bellara as she could. “Serves her right” Rook grumbled in response before wiping her cheek along Bellara's, causing her to let out another disgusted squeal and attempt to pull away from Rook.
“Let Bel go, Rook, then off you go to bathe and change” Neve instructed her in a tone that said she was amused but felt sorry for Bellara.
“Yeah yeah, it must be nice to have help, Bellara. Neve won’t always be able to help you” Rook once again grumbled but finally released her hold on Bellara who immediately began wiping her arms and face whilst pouting at Rook in return.
“I’ll always help my little sister, Trouble” Bellara grinned before sticking her tongue out at Rook, “Besides, I could always come and help you if you really need help bathing and changing?” Neve’s voice dropped a few octaves as she leant in close and Rook could feel the smirk on Neve’s face as she spoke into her ear.
Unable to suppress the shiver that rolled down her spine and left the tips of her fingers tingling, Rook cleared her throat awkwardly and shuffled away from the detective, feeling the tips of her ears burning from the blush. “Ah n-no, that’s… it’s fine, I, you don’t…” Rook cursed herself as she fumbled over words, only increasing the flush she felt creeping up her neck and heating her face.
“You sure? I certainly don't mind lending a… hand” Neve cooed as she stepped closer once more, immensely enjoying the rogue’s flustered state and the way she knew Rook’s body would be responding to her light flirting.
Rook groaned inwardly at the teasing, feeling her body come alive at the images Neve’s words conjured in her mind. The detective would follow Rook up to her room, they would both disrobe slowly and teasingly, Neve would run her fingers along Rook’s stomach lightly as she stepped past to climb into the tub and… Rook quickly turned away from both Neve and Bellara, trying to discreetly adjust herself and her now very tight Warden leathers. “Yep. Positive. I’m just gonna go and… sort myself out” Rook replied, her voice an octave or two higher than normal as it dawned on her what that could sound like, “In the bath! I mean, I’m gonna go get in the bath!” she blurted before scurrying away as fast as she could, her walking just slightly awkward as she kept her head ducked to hide her flaming cheeks and ears.
Rook walked quickly by Davrin who was just leaving the library with an empty mug in hand, he had time to give her a quick once over as she passed, undoubtedly trying to figure out just what she was covered in before his gaze caught on something just below her belt for a split second longer than it should have. His eyes slid to Neve who smiled at him innocently before she turned to Bellara and said something before they split up, Bellara heading to her room and Neve heading for the kitchen.
Neve liked being a detective, she had seen Davrin’s eyes flick over Rook assessing what he was seeing, she had caught his gaze lingering just a moment too long on something below Rook’s belt and she knew that her teasing flirtation had had its desired effect.
‘You’re too easy sometimes, Trouble’
- - - NeveRook - - -
The Second TIme
Neve hadn’t meant to end up watching as Davrin and Lucanis fought with Rook, Well maybe not ‘fought’ since it was a sparring match but somehow the two men had goaded Rook into a two on one fight to prove the stories about Rook’s speed and strength in battle. The older Grey Warden had been swapping stories with Rook about their time in the Wardens, Davrin had boasted about how he and his team of fellow Wardens had taken out a horde of Darkspawn to protect a home from a wayward mage that thought a little too highly of himself, when Lucanis had come in and re-told the story of one of his contracts to kill a Magister and his lackeys that had been selling their village elders out to the Venatori.
Rook hadn’t offered her own story up and so Davrin had called her out on it, telling them how he knew Rook’s name for multiple reasons. He had then gone on to tell Lucanis about how he had heard Wardens Klavet, Miolo and Kiarne’s tale of the elven Warden called Warden Thorne that had dropped a Town Hall on on a horde of Darkspawn and Demons to save a village, he had gone on to tell the other man multiple stories of Rook having taken on ogres and such by herself to save her fellow Wardens.
Neve had been listening from the balcony above the library where she, Harding and Emmerich were talking and sharing a pot of tea courtesy of Manfred and that was how she found herself forgetting to answer her companions and focusing more on Rook flying around the courtyard. The three of them were using the entire space, the Fen’Harel statue in the middle, the counter of the Caretaker’s workshop and, in Lucanis’ case, the tower on top of Neve’s office.
She watched as Rook slid around Davrin’s sword as he thrust it towards her midriff, elbowing him in the back of the head and using the momentum to fling herself towards Lucanis who was coming towards her at speed from the top of Neve’s office tower. The two met in a loud clang of steel that sent sparks flying around them as daggers met and swiped with fury, Neve watched Rook fake jab to Lucanis’ leg and as he swung low to parry the shot, Rook’s forehead met his nose with a sickening crack.
“She’s good, isn’t she” Harding stated, her voice startling Neve and bringing her back to herself, she cleared her throat slightly as she adjusted herself in her chair.
“The way in which Rook moves is rather fluid, almost like watching running water cascading from a waterfall” Emmerich chimed in as he took a sip from his tea.
“Graceful and elegant yet deceptively dangerous” Harding agreed as the three of them looked back to continue watching, their previous topic of the differences between Harding’s Stone magic and Neve and Emmerich’s Spirit magic seemingly forgotten.
“Dangerous indeed” Neve mumbled as her eyes tracked Rook’s movements across the courtyard. Lucanis had stumbled away and hit the floor on his back, his hands covering his now broken nose, they watched Davrin run up behind Rook with his sword raised in the air. Neve saw Rook’s head tilt slightly to the side before she fade-stepped backwards and appeared behind Davrin, she planted her foot into his back and used his own momentum to send him sprawling into Lucanis just as the assassin was getting back to his feet, sending them both to the floor once again. Rook twirled her daggers tauntingly as she grinned at the two prone men struggling back to their feet. Lucanis was holding his nose as it bled down his tunic, he appeared to say something to both Davrin and Rook and stepped back before promptly sitting on the steps that lead to the kitchen.
Clearly he was done for the day.
Rook and Davrin circled each other, sizing each other up and looking for weaknesses before Davrin moved first, being a warrior meant that sometimes Davrin didn’t have the patience needed to go against a rogue who could wait far longer before attacking, he liked to be in the thick of things and swinging his sword and shield. Rook had been counting on this and they could see her smirk as she parried Davrin’s sword and retaliated with a slice of her smaller dagger across his right thigh.
“I can’t believe Rook is taking on a monster hunter and the Demon of Vyrantium by herself… and winning” Harding sounded awed when she spoke, “I mean, I knew she was good but I didn't know she was this good. We travelled together for nearly a year with Varric and we saw a lot of battles in that time but I guess there was never really a reason for Rook to show off” she added after a second.
“I heard there’s a place in Rivain called the Hall of Valor, where only the top tier fighters and challengers fight a variety of opponents. I wonder if Rook has ever been or, perhaps, if she would like to go?” Emmerich asked out loud. Neve looked over as Manfred came up to them to take their now empty cups and the empty tea pot away. “Thank you, Manfred” Emmerich smiled at his little skeleton follower, Manfred hissed happily as walked away.
Harding asked Emmerich if Taash had been the one to inform him of the Hall of Valor and the Professor nodded, “I believe they told me they were thinking of asking you to accompany them the time time they go back” he replied and smiled at Harding, whose face turned a shade of pink as she looked down with a smile. Neve smiled, Harding deserved some happiness of her own and so did Taash, she had seen the Qunari following Harding with their eyes, constantly trying to find something to talk with the Dwarf about just so they could be near her. It was cute.
“Nothing like the Rivaini sunset on a warm night, Lace, are you going to go if they ask?” Neve asked gently, only a hint of teasing in her voice.
Harding laughed nervously, “Oh, I don't know. I'm sure Taash doesn’t want to go there so we can watch the sunset, they probably have some errands to run for Isabela or maybe they want to fight in the Hall of Valor themselves?” Harding asked but the twinge of hope in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by Neve or Emmerich.
“Lace, Taash can’t keep their eyes off you. They've been trying to get your attention for weeks, any chance at all to be near you really” Neve assured Harding, she put a hand over Harding’s and gave a gentle squeeze in support.
Harding was about to reply when the clattering of multiple swords hitting the ground grabbed their attention, all three of them looked over to see Rook on her knees, one fist braced against the ground while the other was in her lap. She definitely looked to be in pain as they heard her voice echoing up to them, “What the Fuck, Dav!”. Said Warrior was on his own knees and seemed to be apologising profusely whilst his face held sheer guilt and one side of his mouth cringing in sympathy.
Neve was already on her feet and at the bottom of the stairs, heading towards the two downed fighters. Lucanis stood nearby and had one of his hands slightly covering his crotch, his nose had stopped bleeding but already it was swelling. Emmerich could take a look at him and fix it, Neve was sure. As she stepped closer she could hear Rook’s voice again, “That was a fucking low blow asshole” she grumbled out painfully, still having not straightened up.
“Maker Davrin, you play a little dirty. That… was not a good shot” Lucanis told the warrior, Neve could see the same pinched cringe of sympathy in his eyes as Davrin’s as she approached the trio. Lucanis taking that moment to leave and head for the infirmary where he could grab a healing tonic for his face.
“Playing a little too hard, are we?” Neve asked, an air of teasing surrounded her as she came to a stop in front of them, eyeing Rook who was still curled over and breathing heavily. “In need of a little healing touch perhaps?”.
Davrin’s eyes immediately sparkled with amusement as he looked back to Rook, “Well I mean, I’m sure Rook wouldn’t mind your healing to-ooft” the amusement in his eyes was immediately replaced with pain as he too doubled over from where Rook’s fist had shot out and punched him in the stomach.
“Don’t you dare or I might just find myself telling a certain someone that you’ve been having dreams about them Dav” Rook finally pulled herself up into a semi sitting position, one hand still defensively cradling her crotch as the other braced against the floor. Neve’s eyebrow raised for multiple reasons as she looked between the two glaring Wardens. Davrin chuckled as he finally stood upright himself and let out a long sigh.
“It’s fine Neve, Davrin just needs some lessons in aiming his shots better unless he wants to admit he was embarrassed about having his ass beaten in a 2v1” Rook chuckled miserably from the ground.
“I might have made an error in where my foot was going to hit” Davrin agreed and ducked out of the way when Rook tried to punch him again, “I’m sure Neve can help you feel better, Rook!” he grinned as he headed back towards his room quickly before the rogue could recover and come after him.
Once again Neve found herself watching as a fierce flush climbed the elf’s neck to the tips of her ears and smirked as she leaned over the Warden, “Are you sure you don’t need my healing touch, Trouble? I can be gentle… When I want to be” she husked out, her low voice sending chills up Rook’s spine and her blood flowing south.
Rook groaned and let herself fall forwards again, the pain receding but another, harder problem to cover left in its wake, “You’re not helping” she grumbled helplessly and heard Neve chuckle above her. “Mmm I think I could definitely help fix you up, get you feeling good again” Neve purred.
Rook huffed, her face was on fire and she knew Neve was loving every second of it, the damned detective seemed to thrive on making her squirm. Taking a deep breath, Rook straightened once more, hand still protectively cupping herself over her training leathers and at least somewhat hiding the state she was in from Neve. She stood gingerly, wincing slightly, that had been a powerful kick from Davrin and she was sure she would be feeling the lingering pain for the next couple of hours.
“I just need to… uh, I should go… get um ice” Rook stammered and seemed to find anything other than Neve to look at and so Neve smirked evilly and raised her hand, the frost gathering at her fingertips. “Oh? Are you sure? I mean, you have a perfectly good ice mage that can help?” she drawled and wiggled her fingertips as the icy mist weaved around them. If it was possible, Rook’s face got infinitely redder at the implication as she watched Neve wiggling her fingers with a cheeky, smug grin.
Rook found herself at a loss for words, her mouth opening and shutting over and over again as the images flooded her brain, Neve’s fingers trailing a cold path down her chest, across her stomach before gently wrapping around- she shook her head rapidly trying to dispel the thought, mouth dry, pulse racing and harder than the First Wardens skull, “Yes, No! I mean, I’m sure… thank you for… hmm the offer?” Rook looked away from Neve, mortification clear on her face as she began to slowly back away from the temptress who was doing her best to undo Rook.
“Well, if you're sure. You should probably go take care of that…” Neve glanced down pointedly, “...Injury” she finished with a wink and turned to head towards her office and chuckling when she heard Rook grumbling as she made a hasty exit towards the library, “Fucking Davrin, no fucking taking care of anything after that kick”. Neve glanced over her shoulder, seeing Rook actively keeping her head down and away from Harding’s laughing stare as she escaped.
‘Too easy to make you squirm, Rook’
- - - NeveRook - - -
The Third Time
Neve knew Rook had been overdoing it, going between everyone to help out with personal matters, she had gotten back with Taash and Bellara after helping Taash deal with a Fangscorcher Dragon. Each of them had scrapes and burns but no more than thirty seconds after walking through the Eluvian, Lucanis had approached Rook asking for help, telling her Zara Ranata had been located and he needed her help in taking her down and so Rook, Lucanis and Emmerich had headed straight back through the Eluvian to Treviso to deal with the blood mage. Once they had returned from Treviso having defeated Zara and being betrayed by Illario, Davrin had approached Rook an hour later and asked her to travel with him to see his old friend Eldrin at Arlathan Forest and Rook being Rook? Of course she said she’d help.
But Rook was exhausted and while she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, Neve could see it clear as day. The elf had black lines under her blue and hazel eyes, her posture was more slumped than Neve had seen since the dragon attacks on Minrathous and Treviso and she had been existing on coffee for the last three days. Enough was enough.
Harding had agreed with Neve after she mentioned to the scout that their leader looked ready to collapse when she had returned with Davrin and Assan from Arlathan and she promised to try and talk to Rook about actually sleeping. Almost as if summoned, the rogue’s sleeping quarters door creaked open and out walked the elf with an empty coffee cup in one hand and a pile of letters grasped in the other as she read to herself while descending the stairs not even noticing Harding and Neve sat below watching her.
When Rook reached the bottom and clipped her hip on the bannister, still oblivious to her two watchers, Harding spoke up, “Okay, no. Rook, enough is enough”. Clearly she startled the elf when Rook jerked in surprise, letting out a yelp as the missives in her hand scattered above her head and floated slowly, almost mockingly, to the ground around her.
Hand trying to settle her racing heart, Rook finally looked at the two women staring at her, her eyebrows furrowed as she became confused, “Hi guys, what’s up?” she asked almost nervously with the way they were both looking at her.
“You’re exhausted, Rook, you need to go back to your room and get some sleep. You can’t survive on coffee alone” Harding told her firmly, watching as Rook knelt down to try and gather the scattered letters back into one neat pile.
“I’ll get some sleep soon, there’s still way too much to do. People to respond to, provisions to be donated and sent out, Venatori and Antaam to be killed. The list goes on…. And I ate a jam sandwich earlier” Rook replied distractedly, mind already trying to figure out a solution to the next problem. She stood again with the papers and empty coffee cup and turned to head towards the courtyard that would lead to the kitchen and ‘Why don't we have a coffee maker in the library?’. Rook almost startled again when she looked up to find both Harding and Neve stood in front of her, the former with her arms crossed and the latter with her hands on her hips and both with a stern look in their eyes.
“No, Rook, that was yesterday you ate the sandwich. I know that because I’m the one that made it for you” Harding shot back, reaching out and taking the cup from Rook’s hand followed by the letters from her other hand, “Now, you are going back to your room to sleep and I’ll take care of correspondence until you’re rested up. Neve is going to escort you to your room and make sure you actually get in bed” Harding finished up as she glanced quickly through the missives in her hands.
Neve grinned and came towards her ready to usher her up the stairs, “ What are you, my Ma?” Rook grumbled but allowed herself to be gently turned and pushed back up the stairs. “If I was your Ma, Rook, I’d lock you in your room for the rest of the night with no supper… Or I can actually go see your Ma and tell her you’re not looking after yourself?” Harding asked with a raised eyebrow and Rook shook her head immediately, eyes wide.
“No, no, I’m going, I’m going. Don't have to threaten me with my Ma, jeez” Rook replied and Harding shook her head at their team leader and gave Neve a nod to which she smiled and returned before continuing to escort the sulking elf back to her room.
“Don’t pout Trouble, it could be Davrin tucking you into bed” Neve laughed as the elf groaned.
“I’m sure he’d make it extra uncomfortable for the both of us” Rook replied as they entered her room. Neve pushed her towards the green chaise lounge and knelt to grab a blanket from the small cupboard in the corner, “Oh? Well I’m sure I can get you much more comfortable than he could” Neve replied with a sultry look that had Rook swallowing and turning away to grab her sleep shorts from the back of the chaise lounge. If she was going to be forced to sleep then she may as well be comfortable.
While Neve’s back was turned Rook slipped out of her trousers and into the warden blue and silver shorts that ended mid thigh and took her top off, the meditation room got too hot when she slept so she’d started sleeping without a shirt and just in her chest binding and shorts.
Rook heard Neve let out a breath behind her, assuming she’d found the blanket she was looking for and not feeling Neve’s eyes as they raked over the delicious amount of her skin that was on show.
‘Venhedis, she looks good’ Was all Neve could think as her eyes roamed over tan skin, old scars and lean muscle, her eyes followed the elf’s back and down to her ass and Neve had to stop herself from fanning her heated skin. Rook turned back to face her and Neve snapped her eyes back up to somewhere safe on her face, feeling her own heat up as she fought the desire to rake her eyes over Rook’s front and down to her shorts from this side.
“Come on then Trouble, into bed… or sofa I guess” Neve grinned.
Rook shook her head and chuckled too, “Neve Gallus trying to get me into bed? Perish the thought” the rogue grinned cheekily as she crawled onto the chaise lounge and laid down on her back, still grinning up at the slightly flustered detective.
Neve shook her head as she sauntered over to the prone rogue and leaned over her, lying the blanket on top of Rook before pinning the rogue beneath her with her hands on her shoulders, “Oh Trouble, I’ll have no problems getting you into bed when the time comes” she purred and smirked at the frozen elf below her, “Now be a good girl and get some rest and I might just bring you some breakfast tomorrow” and with that Neve stood slowly, savouring the heat that flickered up the elf’s chest, neck and up to the tips of her long ears.
“Sweet dreams, Rook” she called over her shoulder as she reached the door, hearing Rook swear to herself behind her.
“Fuck, they’ll be torture after that”
The following morning found most of the team sat in the kitchen discussing their plans for the day.
“I would very much enjoy your company in the Grand Necropolis, Bellara. Perhaps we can discuss further the mysteries of the Fade?” Emmerich smiled politely as he munched on his jam and toast, Manfred hissed excitedly behind him.
“Absolutely Professor! Oh! Maybe we can talk to Vorgoth and Lady Myrna and check if they need help with anything too?” Bellara bounced slightly in her seat with excitement, when she had been just corresponding with the Professor she’d never thought about getting the chance to visit the Grand Necropolis properly herself.
Harding caught Neve’s attention over the sound of Lucanis and Davrin arguing about the best ways to take on a crowd of enemies all at once, “Have you seen Rook yet this morning?” she asked.
“Not yet, hopefully that means the stubborn Warden actually managed to get some rest” Neve replied before she sighed and moved to stand, “I should probably go and take some breakfast to her before it’s all gone though”. Neve grabbed a plate of toast smattered with jam, she put a few slices of cheese on the side of the plate followed by an orange slice and gave Harding another look, “If I find out she was up half the night I might just freeze her to the bed” she joked.
Harding laughed, “You won’t hear any complaints from me, Rook works too hard sometimes and forgets to look after herself between looking after everyone else” she told Neve as the dark haired woman made for exit.
Neve found herself knocking lightly on Rook’s door, she couldn't hear anything from the other side so maybe Rook was still asleep? After knocking on the door for a second time and getting no response again, Neve decided to enter the room even if only to put the plate of food down for Rook when she woke up. The sight that greeted Neve when she rounded the sofa was both adorable and… had her swallowing thickly.
Rook was still asleep, laid out her back with her left leg bent at the knee and leaning against the back of the sofa while the other hung down off the side of the chair, foot planted on the ground. One arm was resting across the rogue’s eyes while the other lay on her stomach and her chest rising and falling slowly, the blanket pushed off at some point during the night. Neve’s eyes trailed the elf’s prone form, from the still evident bags under her eyes, down over a tan neck and across the expanse of her chest hidden behind the binding. Neve swallowed again when her eyes fixed on the very obvious tent in the rogue’s sleep shorts before lowering across smooth legs and her eyes catching a burn scar around the elf’s left ankle.
Neve turned to place the plate down on the small table and no sooner than the tiny clink was heard as the plate hit the table top, Neve found herself on her back, a dagger at her throat and a pair of blue and hazel eyes glaring down at her, still ringed with a slightly hazy look of sleep. Rook’s muscles were tensed, ready for an attack, “It’s just me, Rook” she whispered to the rogue who blinked several times trying to clear the fog of sleep and the spike of adrenaline at waking to find someone in her room.
“... Neve?” Rook asked gently as some of the tension left her body, she shook her head slightly after a second, clearly fighting her own body’s instinct to attack the ‘intruder’. “What are you doing here?” she asked groggily.
Neve felt it clearly, the delicious pressure against her hip and oh how she wanted to move against it, especially when Rook’s voice held that gravelly roughness of sleep that sent tingles down her spine, “I told you I’d bring you some food if you were a good girl and got some sleep” she husked out and cleared her throat gently. “Is that your dagger or are you just that happy to see me, Trouble?” she whispered coyly.
Rook’s eyebrows furrowed as she glanced down at the dagger she still held to Neve’s throat and removed it slowly, “Oh, sorry. I…” she trailed off when Neve gave her that signature smirk and trailed her eyes down Rook’s body, leaving a searing heat in its wake… until she realised what Neve was looking at and now her face felt on fire for a completely different reason. Rook groaned and quickly rolled off the detective, hiding her face behind a curtain of dark brown hair as she stood and turned away from Neve, clearly trying to hide her body. “Sorry, I… it’s a morning thing” she tried to explain through her embarrassment, ‘And a you thing’ she added to herself in her head as she shut her eyes and tried to think of something that would make it go down, thoughts of Davrin and Lucanis in bed together or the First Warden in his Warden briefs and nothing else.
Neve stood slower after needing to take a deep breath of her own as images and scenes flashed behind her eyes of what it would feel like to be pinned beneath the Warden in another circumstance, “I wouldn’t mind waking up to that every morning” Neve told her with a smirk as she tried to catch the elf’s eyes. “And just a morning thing?” she teased gently, her hand finding Rook’s lower back and fingers trailing a soft journey to the top of the blue silver shorts before they slid away from her body again.
‘And there goes any progress I made with getting rid of this mortifying moment’ Rook thought as her body shivered against her will at the teasing touch but damn did it feel good. Rook huffed as she stepped away from Neve again, turning to look for her tunic and trousers. “Obviously not” she grumbled under her breath but knew Neve had heard her when the detective chuckled softly.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, Trouble” Neve told the elf as she pulled the tunic over her head with a pout. “It’s not my fault that you’re incredibly attractive and my traitorous body knows it” Rook replied, still pouting as she grabbed her trousers from the back of the chaise, still trying to angle her worked up body away from Neve, she’d been having such a good dream too.
Neve stepped up behind the rogue as she spoke next, “I like seeing how you react to me, Rook, how your body reacts to me” she kept her voice a few octaves lower as the elf let out a tortured breath as she tucked herself into trousers with some difficulty. “It’s a very satisfying feeling” Neve added lowly.
“Maker’s breath Neve, you’re making this hard” Rook almost whimpered, she was painfully turned on by this point and the detective hadn’t even touched her.
“Mmm I would hope so” Neve chuckled before backing off, “Eat your breakfast, Rook, Harding still wants you to rest today” she called over her shoulder on her way out and heard a miserable groan from Rook in reply.
‘You’re too fun to tease, Rook’
- - - NeveRook - - -
The Fourth Time
Neve had come to realise, as the team sat down for a dinner Lucanis had cooked, that she’d come to truly love these people sitting with her. Everyone was hard working, willing to help the others at any given moment, all of them had a heart of gold and a desire to protect people. Especially those who couldn't protect themselves. It was a terrifying thought, to care so much for not just someone else but an entire group of people. What would happen if one of them didn’t make it? More than one of them? Bellara, with her endless curiosity and innocent mind or Davrin? With his loyal and faithful griffon at his side? Or… Rook. With her endless need to help others, her charming wit and unending supply of bad jokes? The elf who had brought them all together in this fight, Rook who was sitting beside her at the table talking with Lucanis as the Antivan Crow served up plates filled with meats, potatoes and vegetables.
“I’m telling you now that Viago as a child was undoubtedly monotone and all ‘yes Sir’, ‘It would be my pleasure Sir’ and ‘please allow me to kiss your ass Sir’. There is no way he was anything but with the way he is now” Rook laughed at the look Lucanis gave her.
“You are not entirely wrong from what I hear from Teia, Rook, apparently he was so willing to do anything for his Mentor that he started getting on his nerves and Viago was sent on a six week contract in the Anderfels just so his Mentor could have some peace” Lucanis chuckled as he recalled Teia telling him the story not long before he was sent to the Ossuary. “He wasn’t happy when Viago returned after only two weeks, having completed his contract” he finished as he set the last plate in his own place and took his seat beside Davrin.
Rook gaped, “Two weeks to complete a six week contract? Damn” she said, clearly impressed with the Crow’s abilities even at a younger age.
Bellara turned to Neve from her other side and grinned, in a low voice she asked, “So, you and Rook. What’s been going on?” her eyes sparkled as she glanced between the rogue and her fellow mage. Neve’s eyes widened slightly as she glanced around the table quickly before focusing back on Bellara, “Not really the time or place, Bel” she told the tinkerer, “But, everything is fine, she’s… fun to tease” she whispered when Bellara deflated at her first comment.
Bellara’s eyes lit back up and she grinned again, happy that Neve was sharing, “Tease?” she asked back quietly and watched as Neve’s eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled. “Rook is confident, Bel, in battle she flies around the battlefield like she owns the land. She’s confident when meeting with our allies and was even able to charm Tarquin and Damas into liking her. Her confidence when winning Viago and the Crows over, even after she chose Minrathous over Treviso when the dragons attacked, was very admirable… But when she’s around me and I feel like teasing a little? Well, that confidence seems to disappear and leave a stumbling, blushing fool that trips herself up. It’s… adorable” Neve didn't realise she had rambled until her eyes focused back on Bellara and she found the storm mage positively beaming at her.
Neve cleared her throat and sat up a little straighter, “Perhaps we can find you your own somebody to tease hmm?” she asked gently.
Bellara immediately sat up straight, her own face turning a shade of red that had Neve chuckling, “Oh! No. No, that’s okay! I don't… Uh thank you, Neve but really, it’s okay” the tinkerer stuttered out and turned her face away from the detective.
“Are you sure? As your older sister I feel like it’s my job to help you find someone to make you happy… and maybe scare the life out of them if they try anything funny” Neve teased but also looked at Bellara with a softness, she really did see the younger woman as her little sister.
Bellara smiled back at her softly, “I’m sure but thank you”. Neve wasn’t sure but with the way Bellara’s eyes darted away from her every few seconds, she felt like Bellara was hiding something from her, ‘Maybe… Bel, do you already have that someone?’ Neve thought to herself as she narrowed her eyes slightly at Bellara’s growing panic. The younger mage quickly turned away to face Taash and Harding on her other side and jumped into their conversation about different cheeses and what goes better with which wines, hoping Neve wouldn’t push for more information but knowing that at some point she would have to fess up about her current relationship with Irelin.
Neve turned back to the rest of the table, her eyes immediately finding Rook as she talked with Emmerich across from her. Neve watched the way Rook paid close attention to whatever Emmerich was saying about accompanying him to meet with the Mourn Watch to discuss next steps.
“I don’t mind keeping Manfred company while you talk to them, he can show me his favourite flowers in the garden while we wait for you” Rook grinned at the Professor when Manfred hissed excitedly again from nearby, his bones clinking together as he happy-danced, “See? Manfred’s happy with that idea!” she laughed when Emmerich looked over at his skeletal assistant the way a proud father would look over their child.
“Of course, Rook, what a splendid idea” Emmerich replied happily.
Neve smiled to herself, her Trouble was always willing to lend a hand to whoever needed it even if it just meant keeping a skeleton occupied with flowers for a while. Neve reached out under the table and put her hand mid way up Rook’s thigh, her fingers curling around the inside of her thigh and she had to choke back a laugh when Rook jumped a mile, her knee hitting the underside of the table and garnering everyone's attention.
“Ow, sorry, I had a uh, muscle spasm. In my leg. Took me by surprise” Rook rubbed her sore knee as everyone laughed at her and went back to their own conversations while they ate. Rook closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, purposefully avoiding looking at Neve and instead going back to her conversation with Emmerich and well, Neve just couldn’t have that, could she?
After a moment Neve trailed her hand slightly higher on the rogue’s thigh, she felt Rook’s leg tense beneath her fingertips and smiled to herself when the rogue made no other acknowledgement of her hand. ‘Let’s see how far I can push you this time, Trouble’ Neve thought to herself, watching the side of Rook’s face for any indications or signs of Neve’s hand. Nothing. Hmmn. Neve once again let her hand drift higher, now resting at the top of Rook’s thigh and let her fingers gently scratch at the inside of the rogue’s thigh.
The reaction was almost immediate this time as Rook’s hand lifted and covered Neve’s, her fingers wrapping around Neve's hand from above and her palm trapping Neve’s fingers against her thigh and stopping them from scratching gently. Neve watched as the elf swallowed, her jaw clenching slightly and the start of a blush appearing from under the collar of her tunic. Neve smirked inwardly, this was what she had been hoping for but outwardly she couldn’t show any signs that she was up to no good and since Rook had trapped her hand in place she decided to just take hold of the elf’s thigh tightly.
A few seats away Taash gave Neve a funny look and scratched their nose, looking away and chuckling when Neve had raised a single eyebrow at them with a small smirk on her face. The Qunari knew what she was doing it seemed and would not come to their leader's defence so Neve turned back to continue watching the side of Rook’s face while she teased the elf. Since she couldn’t move her hand anymore, Neve decided on another way to make the rogue squirm, she let a small amount of frost come to her palm and fingertips against Rook’s thigh.
“We could… uh… we could meet up with… Evka first, see if um, if she has… anything for us” Rook stumbled over her words to Davrin as the feeling of cold fingers caressing her thigh made her shuffle in her seat, Fuck, Neve was trying to kill her from sexual frustration at this point and she was sure her face was redder than the tomatoes they’d had with breakfast that morning. Davrin’s reply was lost on her as she turned her head sharply to glare subtly at the all-too-innocent looking detective beside her. Her trousers were getting tighter at this point and she was uncomfortable with the restraint of the material as it pushed against her hardening length. Rook would have to make an escape sooner rather than later or be forced to sit here silently while the detective worked her into a frenzy with small touches.
Neve read it in Rook’s eyes, the unspoken ‘What are you doing!’ look of both desire and embarrassment as the elf’s red face glared at her and Neve just smirked back at her smugly, daring the rogue to say something and grinning when Rook tried to subtly adjust herself in her seat instead.
“I’ve been thinking long and hard” she looked at Rook as she said those words punctuating each word with a gentle squeeze of her hand but quickly moved her attention back to Davrin, “about Antoine’s blight eruption bombs and perhaps where could benefit from them the most” she watched from the corner of her eye as Rook covered her eyes with her free hand to rub at her face, swallowing thickly again as Neve’s words hit her.
“Okay I’ve got things to do so Emmerich, come get me in an hour and we’ll head for the Necropolis” Rook suddenly stood, Neve’s hand falling from her grasp under the table and turned, heading quickly for the kitchen doors to escape Neve’s sweet torture before anyone could say anything.
‘You’ll be mine soon, Trouble’
The Last Time
Neve couldn't sleep, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts over Aelia’s case. They had finally defeated the reprehensible blood mage in the catacombs of Dock Town, freeing all of the innocent citizens under her control. Neve had personally seen to a few of them making it home or somewhere safe, she had walked Hal back to his little hut by the shore and the man had told her she wasn’t allowed to pay for any more of his fried fish after she had saved his life. Neve had joked about how he would never get his way about it.
After returning to the lighthouse Neve had thanked Rook and Lucanis both for their help with ending Aelia’s reign of terror and then she had shut herself in her office to dismantle the clue board she’d pinned up specifically for Aelia’s case and try to calm her racing thoughts. Hours later and she was still unsuccessful in that endeavor, well, she had dismantled the clue board but she hadn't yet managed to calm her mind.
“Well if I can't enjoy sleep I might as well enjoy some coffee” Neve mumbled to herself as she stood from her cot after re-attaching her prosthetic, her loose sleep shirt and comfortable trousers wrinkled after tossing and turning in bed for the last hour. Most of the lights in the lighthouse had been turned off or dimmed for the night meaning most of her teammates were sleeping, Neve made her way quietly to the kitchen expecting to find the space empty and so was surprised to find Rook stood staring into the small lit fireplace. The rogue was nursing her own cup of coffee as she stared unseeing into the flickering flames oblivious to Neve’s entrance.
“You’re up late” Neve commented and watched the rogue jump slightly, coffee sloshing over the rim of her cup and spilling onto her fingers.
Rook glanced at Neve with a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, “You’re awake to notice” she threw back. Neve hummed as she poured a cup of the coffee Rook had brewed, “Can’t sleep either huh?” Rook asked as Neve came to stand beside her with her own coffee.
“No, I can’t stop thinking about the fight with Aelia” Neve confessed, glancing at Rook out of the corner of her eye and seeing the grimace that flicked across the elf’s face.
“Yeah” Rook’s reply was soft, so soft that Neve had to turn and look at Rook properly, her eyes taking in the black eye on the left side of her face and the remains of a burn peaking out under the collar of her tunic where one of Aelia’s spells had hit after being aimed at Neve’s back as she’d faced off against a Venatori mage, Rook had intervened and taken the shot in Neve’s place.
“Thank you. For today. I don't know that I could have taken Aelia down without you… And Lucanis” Neve told the rogue. Rook chuckled as she looked back at Neve and gave her a once over, “Of course you would have, you’ve done it before and if it ever comes to it, I know you'll take her down again” Rook replied softly but with conviction and it was Neve’s turn to hum as her eyes once again took in the burn mark peaking from Rook’s collar.
“You still got hurt for me, Trouble” Neve looked down, guilt filling her body at the memory.
“Neve!” Rook’s voice had shouted, panic clear in her voice as Neve deflected another thunder bolt aimed at her head by the Venatori mage across from her. Neve glanced back in time to see what had Rook so panicked, she felt herself freeze as the sight of the fireball Aelia had cast flew at her with speed, it would hit her before she could deflect it.
Just as the fire spell had been about to hit her, Rook had appeared almost out of thin air, shoving Neve with a strength that had the ice mage stumbling away, well out of the fire spell’s trajectory but placed Rook right in the spot Neve had been standing seconds before. The fireball had hit Rook hard, sending the rogue spinning through the air and hitting the wall with a nasty crack that echoed throughout the chamber. Aelia’s gleeful laugh had snapped Neve out of her stupor and the fight had continued. Rook hadn’t risen straight away prompting Lucanis to fly to her side to protect her while she was down.
After a moment had passed Rook did slowly rise and was leaning heavily on her right side, her left arm curled against her side protectively but she was back up. The fight had continued with Neve attacking the blood mage’s protective barrier, Rook going after the blood crystals and Lucanis taking on the majority of the Venatori. It had been grueling and Rook had received a surprise punch in the face from one Venatori that had been thrown back by Lucanis and lost his weapon. He had been quickly dispatched by the elf though as she continued to hit the blood crystals.
Eventually the fight came down to Aelia and Neve locked in a standoff, Aelia’s blood magic had been once again aimed at Rook when Neve jumped in front of the elf and threw her own ice magic back at Aelia. Aelia had tried to taunt Neve but in the end Neve and her magic had overpowered the blood mage and she had been handed over to Rana.
“You saved my life right after, Neve. Emmerich was able to heal most of the damage done by her spell too so give yourself a break and take the win” Rook told her as she played with the coffee cup in her hands.
“Take the win, right” Neve chuckled and looked back up at Rook’s face, the rogue was right of course, they had gotten a very dangerous threat off the streets of Minrathous today so maybe she could give herself a break. “So why are you still awake then?” she asked and took a step closer to the elf.
Rook chuckled mirthlessly, “Too much going on” she pointed to her head, “Up here” she finished with a shrug and winced slightly as the movement tugged on the still healing skin on her shoulder. Neve’s hand found the injured shoulder and gently traced the material, there was a warm feeling under her tunic that followed the detective's hand.
“I don’t have much healing magic unfortunately, usually just enough to manage scrapes and bruises of my own when on a job but this should help a little bit” Neve told her and Rook realised then that the warm feeling was Neve using her magic on her burned shoulder. Rook turned fully to look at the ice mage as the last of her magic fizzled out but Neve’s hand remained on her shoulder before sliding down to her chest. Rook swallowed nervously when the cup was removed from her hands and placed besides Neve’s on the table, Neve’s other hand came up to join the one on the rogue’s chest and she closed the last bit of distance between their bodies. Rook’s hands found Neve’s hips tentatively at first, unsure where the detective would take it this time.
“You really are Trouble, aren't you?” Neve breathed out, eyes locked on Rook’s.
“I try” Rook smiled and Neve chuckled, shaking her head slowly as her eyes found Rook’s lips before leaning in, she glanced up quickly to Rook’s eyes her intent clear on her face and allowing the rogue to pull away if she wanted but Rook met her halfway, their lips connecting slowly at first before Neve tilted her head just slightly and applied more pressure behind her kiss. Rook groaned low in her throat and pulled Neve tighter against her.
At the first touch of their tongues both women found themselves making small noises of contentment, one of Neve’s hands slid up to grip the back of the rogue’s neck, fingers scratching against the heated skin. Rook shivered against her at the feeling, pulling away from Neve to release a pleased coo before she came back in completely bypassing the ice mage’s mouth and attaching her lips to the tan skin of Neve’s neck instead. Neve threw her head back and breathed in sharply at the heat that coiled in her stomach and spread to the rest of her body, the sound only motivating the elf to grin against her neck and travel along Neve’s neck to her pulse point where she took the skin between her teeth and gently sucked it between her lips.
Neve gasped audibly this time, Rook’s name falling from her lips in a sharp breath and she felt her knees wobble underneath her at the very pleasant feeling. She grabbed harder to the back of the rogue’s neck and pushed her own body into the elf's, feeling every bit how excited her lover was pressing into her hip in a way that had Neve biting her lip thinking about what (hopefully) came next.
The sound of her name falling from Neve’s lips in such a breathy way had Rook humming against Neve’s neck, she needed to hear more of that. Neve’s hand that was resting on her chest slipped lower, nails scratching a path through her clothing leaving a trailing blaze of fire in their wake. Neve let her fingertips slip inside the top of Rook’s trousers and rest there for a moment before she gave a gentle tug that caused Rook to release her neck with a low groan of her own.
“Maybe I can help take your mind off things, Trouble” Neve smirked as Rook stilled for a moment and looked at her with wide eyes. It was then Neve’s turn to yelp as Rook’s hands quickly slid from her hips to the back of her thighs and lifted her so that Neve’s legs bracketed her hips, Neve’s yelp of surprise turned to laughter as Rook grinned and began to walk with speed out of the kitchen. With Rook taking care of getting them back to her room in the main building, Neve could focus on other things like attaching her mouth to Rook’s own neck, kissing the column of her throat and then licking a path to her pulse where she attacked with fervor.
Rook’s steps faltered at the feeling, she stumbled slightly and had to remove one of her hands from Neve’s thighs in order to catch them on the wall in the entrance to the library. Neve chuckled breathily in her ear, “Careful, Trouble” she rasped into the elf’s ear and delighted in the intense shiver she felt against her body as her lips brushed Rook’s ear.
“You know for someone who calls me ‘Trouble’, you sure seem to cause enough of it for me yourself” Rook told her as she started back up in her journey to her room. Neve only laughed against her neck and pulled back to look at Rook in the eyes, “Oh? And would you like me to stop?” she asked as one of her hands gripped the elf’s chin and forcefully tilted her head to the opposite side of where she’d had her mouth only seconds ago. Rook’s answer came in the form of a keening whine, both at Neve’s words and actions, making Neve’s smirk deepen as she leant back in to continue exploring the newly accessible skin in front of her, “I didn't think so”.
Rook made it to her room with great difficulty, the woman in her arms seemed intent on making her every step falter with new sensations and releasing breathy sighs into her ear whenever Rook would readjust her grip under her thighs. She was so uncomfortably hard against the confining material of her Warden leathers and so painfully turned on but she wouldn't release the woman in her grasp until absolutely necessary. As soon as the door shut behind them Rook had Neve’s back pressed against the wood with a thud making the mage release her neck with a moan of approval.
Their lips met again in what felt like a frenzy, tongues snaking out to taste the other's mouth and fight for dominance. Rook had to release Neve’s legs in order to run her hands up the detective’s side and keeping her pinned against the wall with her hips alone, hands slipping under her top and pulling the fabric up and over Neve’s head in a fluid movement before one hand was splayed over Neve’s stomach and the other settled against the door beside Neve’s head. Rook’s fingertips grazed the bottom of Neve’s chest wrapping and she felt Neve arch her back into the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. The elf brought their bodies back together as she leant in to capture the mage’s lips again. Rook rolled her hips once into Neve’s and swallowed the resulting moan with her mouth, not even bothering to fight off the smug grin that blossomed on her face.
Neve’s body was on fire from every point of contact with Rook’s, she felt a heat coiling low in her stomach only to spike heavily when the elf rolled their hips together. Neve could feel the smugness oozing from the rogue that had her pinned to the door and so the detective pushed her away with a hand planted on Rook’s chest, fisting the Warden blue and silver tunic in her hand. Neve smirked as she walked Rook backwards towards the sofa, the rogue’s eyes darting between her face and her chest.
“See something you like?” Neve asked coyly as she pushed them further into the room, her eyes tracing a heated path down Rook’s body and landing on the tent in the front of her trousers. Rook knew exactly where Neve was looking, she knew her face was on fire but she also knew that she was so incredibly aroused that that embarrassment was taking a back seat for now, “Fuck yes but apparently so do you” she replied to Neve and watched as a flush of pink crawled up the detective’s chest and throat and settled onto her cheeks.
“Mmm indeed I do, Trouble” Neve grinned at her when the back of Rook’s knees hit the edge of the sofa but pulling a surprising move, Rook spun them at the last second so that Neve was the one forced to sit down and the hand that had fisted the rogue’s tunic slid down her chest and to her stomach where she once again let her nails drag down and let her fingers catch in the top of Rook’s trousers.
Rook smirked above her and gripped the bottom of her tunic before swiftly pulling it over her head and discarding it somewhere behind her. Neve took in the fresh skin on display, grimacing slightly at the bandage covering Rook’s burned shoulder before she tugged on top of her trousers, yanking the elf closer as her free hand ran up the elf’s thigh. Rook’s body settled over hers as she straddled Neve’s hips, their mouths coming together in a clash of lips and teeth, hands roaming and exploring and Neve wanted. Oh how she wanted. So she took.
Neve’s hands found the clasp of the chest binding covering Rook’s breasts and with a small click of the clasp separating, Neve guided the material away from Rook’s body and took a moment to pull away from the kiss and look over her lover's exposed skin.
Rook was flawless, old scars from battles long since fought and won left white patches of skin that had healed to the best of its ability, her not-too-big and not-too-small breasts tempted Neve’s resolve and for once she didn't fight it as she lifted her hands to run her fingers over pebbling nipples, eliciting a deep groan from the woman above her. “You’re perfect, Rook” Neve whispered against the elf’s lips, giving the bruised flesh another kiss as her hands worked.
Rook’s hands found Neve’s breast binding clasp but before she could unclip the mechanism, Neve flipped them over so she was now straddling the elf and by the look on her face, Rook very much appreciated Neve’s slick move. The flush creeping up the elf’s face to the tips of her ears made Neve chuckle, there was something about a flustered Rook that Neve found both endearing and ridiculously attractive. Neve reached behind her slowly and unclasped her own breast binding, letting the material fall away from her. She watched Rook’s eyes follow the cloth for a split second before slowly coming back to rest on Neve’s newly exposed chest.
“And you called me perfect?” Rook asked her softly, she made to sit up but Neve’s hand on her chest stopped her before any progress had been made, Rook followed Neve’s hand as the detective lowered her hand to rest on her stomach, fingers splayed across taut abs.
“I’ve got you right where I want you, Trouble” Neve husked, her voice laden with a sexual desire that set Rook’s stomach ablaze. And when Neve rolled her hips Rook’s entire world shuddered as the movement created a friction against her hard length. A whimper falling from her mouth had Neve smirking on top of her, “Now be a good girl and stay there” Neve told her, smirk only deepening when the elf nodded furiously.
Rook watched as nimble fingers popped the button of her Warden loungers, she watched as Neve peeked up at her almost looking for permission before she grabbed the sides of Rook’s loungers and peeled them down her legs at an almost agonising pace, her erection springing free from the confines and standing proudly before the detective’s hungry eyes.
“Venhedis” Neve swallowed thickly, feeling wetness coat her underwear at the sight of Rook bare beneath her, the fire in her veins spreading lower and any other thoughts left her head as her stomach clenched. She wanted.
“Now you’re mine, Trouble, whatever will I do with you?” Neve teased, voice thick and low as her hands slowly ran back up the rogue’s legs towards her goal.
“I can think of a few things” Rook groaned softly, her breath hitching as Neve neared where she needed her the most.
“Oh? And what might those be?” Neve teased back, an amused lilt to her voice as she settled back over the rogue. One hand travelling back up Rook’s stomach towards her breast whilst the other settled on the inside of her thigh, not quite touching the hard length but barely a hair's width away.
Rook wanted to reply with something witty, something funny yet charming but as she opened her mouth to speak Neve finally made the move she was desperate for. Her reply was choked off into a needy whimper as she felt Neve’s hand finally slide up that last little torturous space, fingers wrapping around the hard shaft of flesh with a firmness that felt so damn good at the same time as her other hand took one of her breasts.
“F-fuck” Rook groaned out, eyes screwing shut as ripples of pleasure coursed through her body. Neve’s hand was slow at first, hesitant, but seeing Rook’s very physical reaction gave her the confidence boost she needed. “Oh I plan on it, Trouble” she rasped out, her hand moving in slightly quicker pumps as the elf under her squirmed and her back arched in pleasure.
“Neve” Rook moaned when the detective took the unoccupied nipple into her mouth, teeth grazing skin sharply and eliciting another delicious moan from the elf below her and Neve was hooked. Her hand moved faster as the elf’s hips jumped up, trying to meet her thrusts and the breathless gasps settled deep into Neve’s chest.
When Neve’s hand slowed so her thumb could brush over the tip to gather the pre-cum, she twisted her wrist just slightly and Rook’s own thrusts faltered, a sharp inhale telling Neve that Rook had enjoyed that feeling.
“Feel good?” Neve asked softly against her skin as she switched her mouth to Rook’s other breast, the teasing lilt to her voice mixing with desire and Rook groaned again. “Fuck yes!” the rogue gasped and Neve repeated the action, thumb swirling around the head once more. Neve continued the motion a few more times, feeling Rook’s thrusts faltering more and more as she neared her release.
“N-Neve, I… I’m so fucking…” The elf gasped below her as Neve gripped tighter, her lips travelling a scorching path to Rook’s neck.
“I’ve got you, Trouble, cum for me” Neve spoke in a commanding voice into her ear, knowing it was one of Rook’s weaknesses when Neve took control and left no room for arguments. The elf underneath her moaned loudly and her hips jerked as she came. Neve was transfixed, the warm liquid hitting the underside of her chest and making her clench her legs together as the sight sent waves of fire between her legs.
“Maker’s breath” Rook slumped for a second, pulse racing as she came down from her release. Neve barely had a second to look at her before Rook was flipping them over and settling between Neve’s legs, relishing in the yelp that escaped the detective. “You’re wearing too many clothes” Rook told her as she popped the button to Neve’s sleep trousers and slid them down the woman's legs.
Neve took in a shaky breath as she laid bare before the elf, she wasn't ashamed of her body, Neve knew she was an attractive woman and sometimes she used that to her advantage when chasing leads or asking questions. No, this shaking wasn't born of nerves either, it was need. Real, primal, unadulterated need.
When she felt Rook’s lips crawling up her legs and making their way to the apex, her breathing stuttered Fuck, she wanted this, she needed this. “You are. So. Fucking. Beautiful, Neve” each word was punctuated by a kiss against the skin of her thighs and Neve moaned lowly, her hand coming to tangle in Rook’s hair trying to urge her where she needed her.
Rook chuckled teasingly, “Use your words, detective” she whispered against fevered skin and Neve’s hips bucked at the breath that washed over her lower lips.
“Maker, Rook, if you don't do something now, I’ll…” Neve growled out between clenched teeth.
“You’ll what?” Rook grinned, eyes full of mirth and challenge.
Neve glared at the elf, “I’ll freeze you to the spot and make you watch as I do it myself” she threatened, feeling somewhat satisfied when the elf’s eyes noticeably darkened.
“Mmm maybe next time, but right now? You’re mine” The rogue growled and the sound sent another wave of heat straight to Neve’s core. Before she could make another snarky comeback she felt Rook’s lips land against the dark patch of curls between her legs and Neve’s back arched off the sofa, a long moan escaping, because finally, as she felt Rook’s tongue poke out and lick a strip from bottom to top.
“Rook” Neve groaned, feeling one of the rogue's hands slide up her stomach, scratching at the skin there before continuing its journey and finding purchase on one of Neve’s breasts, fingers tweaking a hard nipple. Neve moaned again, the feeling between her legs intensifying with each stroke of the elf’s tongue and her hips bucking up harshly at the first bump of her nose against her clit.
“You taste so good” Rook groaned against her and the vibrations of it had Neve crying out in pleasure, her hips once again bucking up wildly enough that Rook’s other hand came to rest on her hip and pinned her down.
“Yes… Rook…” Neve gasped out again, needing something more, “...Please” she didn't even know what she was begging for at this point but Rook seemed to. Her hand left Neve’s abused nipple and came to a stop between her legs, two fingers taking over the strokes before plunging inside without warning, the same time her mouth landed on Neve’s clit and sucked.
Neve cried out sharply at the intrusion, her hips lifting as much as they could whilst still being pinned under Rook’s hand. “Rook!” Neve cried, feeling herself teetering on edge and her hand tightened in the elf’s hair, the sharp tug making Rook moan against her and that was all it took for her to tumble over and succumb to the pleasure that exploded through her body. Rook guided her through her orgasm gently, lapping up everything Neve had to give. The sight of the usually calm and collected detective crumbling below Rook made her realise just how turned on she still was, her erection pulsing with need and desire. Her thumb made lazy circles on Neve’s clit, the slightly older woman jerking at the feeling and then responding as Rook trailed kisses up her sweaty stomach, over her breasts but making sure to give each nipple and gentle kiss and flick of her tongue before continuing up her neck and finally meeting her mouth.
Tasting herself on Rook’s lips was not something Neve had expected but the thrill it gave her made her body hum and Rook’s gentle caresses between her legs was working her up again. “I need you” Neve mumbled against her lips, body already tingling in anticipation. Once again, she flipped their positions as she straddled the elf’s hips, a lewd groan escaping both of them as Rook’s hard length brushed Neve’s lower lips.
“Please, Neve” Rook begged as the ice mage took her length in her hands and gave a few pumps before raising herself to hover over Rook, the elf had her head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as Neve gave a few more lazy pumps. Neve grabbed Rook’s chin and angled her chin towards her forcefully, “Look at me, Trouble” she commanded and Rook’s eyes snapped open to focus on her. Once she had the elf’s eyes on her, Neve let herself sink slowly onto the thick erection below her and both of them let out a long drawn out groan of pleasure as Rook filled her.
“Oh fuck, Neve, you feel… so good” the rogue panted below her, forcing herself to stay still until Neve was adjusted. The detective’s eyes had slid shut as she let herself be filled by Rook, her head thrown back and back arching pushing her breasts out and Rook felt herself grow harder, if that was even possible, at the sight.
“You’re so… I feel so… full, Rook” Neve groaned out and rolled her hips once, sending them both reeling at the pleasure that coursed through their bodies. On the next downward roll of her hips, Rook thrust up to meet her and again, a breathy moan escaped Neve’s lips as it hit deep inside her. She brought her eyes back down to Rook’s face as the elf clearly struggled with her restraint, letting Neve set the pace and she grinned a naughty grin that had Rook swallowing thickly. Neve was in charge and they both knew it.
Neve continued rolling her hips against Rook, the elf reaching places inside her that came with the benefit of Neve being on top. Their pace quickened as they both became more desperate and closer to release. Neve had one of her hands splayed across Rook's stomach leveraging her while the other was tangled with Rook’s pinning the elf’s hand beside her head while Neve rode her.
“Fuck, Rook… I’m close” Neve gasped and jerked her hips when she felt the elf’s deft fingers find her clit and pinch, she cried out as the building feeling in her stomach burned hotter. It really wouldn’t take much more.
“Cum for me, Neve” was whispered hotly in her ear, when had Rook managed to sit up? And with one last thrust and pinch of her clit, Neve felt her orgasm slam into her from all sides, it felt like the pleasure rolled over her body in a tidal wave and crashed down on top of her without mercy, drowning her in ecstasy. Lights exploded behind her eyes when she felt Rook’s orgasm hit her too, spilling inside of her and filling her in a way that just seemed to prolong Neve’s own orgasm. She could hear herself calling Rook’s name, chanting it like a Maker damned prayer as she came.
When their combined orgasms receded, both of them slumped back onto Rook’s sofa with chests heaving and covered in sweat. Spent but content.
“I knew you were going to be trouble from the moment I met you” Neve breathed out contently as she settled against the rogue’s chest. Feeling strong arms wrap around her and hold her in place as Rook chuckled breathily, “I never once denied that accusation”.
“The only kind of trouble I need in my life” Neve whispered, she felt loved in a way she had once sworn to never allow herself to feel again and for once that thought didn't fill her with dread. It felt right, like her whole life had been building up to finding Rook and the rest of the team, like she belonged, like she was… home.
Neve smiled again as she felt her eyes slipping shut, finally feeling her body relax and sleep begin to pull at her conscious.
“Taash is going to have a field day with us at breakfast…”
“What…?” Neve mumbled sleepily.
“Adaari, Neve. She’ll smell us…”
Neve’s eyes shot open and she groaned, feeling Rook’s chest shake with laughter.
“... Fuck”
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