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[Open] You're out of time

WHO: James Norrington and You.
WHAT: Even Knight Commanders need to blow off steam
WHEN: Backdated to after 'Can't We All Just Get Along?'
WHERE: Skyhold proper - courtyard and Herald's Rest
NOTES: Warnings for violence, possible R-rated actions of sexual nature, and a Templar cursing like an Antivan sailor.

To say that Knight Commander Norrington came back from the Warden Camp in a 'mood' was something of an understatement. The moment he entered Skyhold proper, he was pulling on his full Templar armor, grabbing his sword and shield, and going directly to the practice dummies.

Later on, one could find him in the Herald's Rest. There are at least two bottles of wine in front of him, and he is not dressed in uniform. In fact, he's dressed down to the point of just tunics and breeches, singing softly to the song that the bard is belting away in the front of the tavern. He looks like he could use the company - or at least another bottle of wine if you are inclined.

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Kirk doesn't think he's ever seen James so dressed down before. Normally he sees him in some form of his templar dress. He also doesn't think he's ever seen James with quote so much alochol around him - not even at that large party near the end of the year.

After getting himself a cup, he comes over and takes a seat across from James, taking one of the bottles and pouring himself a cup.

"I didn't know you could sing, James."

James looked across the table, finishing the verse he was singing before one corner of his mouth twisted upwards, "I am a good Chantry boy, Jim. Every good Chantry boy has been made to sing once or twice, raising their voice up in chorus."

He takes another long draw off the cup in front of him, closes his eyes and sings along once more."

"Doesn't mean every good Chantry boy has a good voice. I sort of worry for the ones who are particularly angelic," he took a sip of wine, leaning his chin into one hand as he listened to James continue his song.

"You got anything else?" He leaned forward conspiratorially. "Come on, you have to know at least one dirty ditty."

"Ah, you mean the ones with the most holy of voices, and faces ... those we always protected, in our Circle. Far too many Chantry brothers and sisters, with tainted souls and tainted hands." He mused, with a dark smirk, "Funnily enough, those angelic fellows usually went for chastity, as well. Can't blame them. I was never anyone's blessed spirit."

He downs his next glass, while thinking, and pours himself another, "I do know ... several. How dirty do you want?"

"Did they go for chastity, or were they forced? I mean, it's not like they keep those high sweet voices into their twenties naturally," he said, raising his brows suggestively and making a snipping motion with his fingers. You see what he means, James?

Kirk's smile is a delightful mix of wicked and suggestive, leaning over the table towards James. "The dirtiest you got. Let's see if the Templar can make me blush." Gauntlet thrown, James.

He blinked for a moment, before he shook his head, "No, nooooooo. We do not do anything like that in the Free Marches chantries." He mused into his cup, "Not sure what they get into in Orlais, though."

James tipped his head back, before a faint smirk came over his face, and he plucked one straight from Kirkwall itself.

"Way down in Kirkwall where the bullshit lies thick,
The girls are so pretty that the babies come quick.
There lives Carolina, the queen of them all,
Carolina, Carolina, the cow-puncher's whore.
She's handy, she's randy, she fucks in the street.
Whenever you meet her she's always in heat.
If you leave your fly open she's after your meat,
And the smell from her cunt knocks you right off your feet.

One night I was riding way down by the falls,
One hand on my sword, the other on my balls.
I saw Carolina there using a stick,
Instead of the end of a cow-puncher's prick.

I caressed her, undressed her, and laid her down there.
And parted the tresses of curly brown hair.
Inserted the penis of my sturdy horse,
And then there began a strange intercourse.
Faster and faster went my sturdy steed,
Until Carolina rejoiced at the speed,
When all of a sudden my horse did backfire,
And shot Caroline right into the mire.

Up got Carolina all covered in muck.
And said, "My God! What a glorious fuck!"
Stepped two paces forward and fell on the floor,
And that was the end of the cow-punchers whore."

"I mean if you say so," he said with a raise of his eyebrows and a cock of his head that said he didn't quite believe that.

He settled in for the tale, nearly choking on his drink at several points because - whoa, James, whoa! He laughs at points and winces at others and doesn't quite blush. Well, all right, maybe he did a bit at some, and by the end he is both confused and a bit bewildered. Damn, Thedas. He had finished his drink by now, having coughed a portion of it onto the floor in an attempt to not choke.

"Does your mother know you know such a song, sir?" he laughed. "Moreover where did you even learn that?"

"Listen, the Maker asks a Lot of from us but we do not have to cut off our balls." Is James's firm response. "Or anything else down there, thank Andraste. I have all my bits and bobs, thank you very much, James."

Then, he belts into the sound, with drinking gusto, and with the laugh he got from Jim he bows. "My mother, bless her soul, will never know. Secondly ... you put enough young men and women in one place and yes, you will hear some very interesting songs."

"Do you? I think I should maybe check. For all we know, you've just been told that's how your bits and bobs are supposed to look," he teased the other, giving a pointed sweep up and down the other man coupled with a cocky grin.

He snorted at that, rolling his eyes. "I lived in farm country, sir, and we never made up songs like that. That... that is a special type of boredom right there."

James arched an eyebrow at him, before he lifted up his glass. "If you are that concerned, Jim, you're welcome to check. I am fairly certain you'll find everything is above standard, but not snipped."

The smirk deepened. "Clearly you weren't on the right kind of farm, then." A wistful sigh, "we were quiet bored, no doubt."

"Well I think we should get a room first. Unless you don't mind me making my inspection here at the table," he grinned, a mix of sensual and wicked with a little wink thrown in. He hardly expected James to take him up on the offer, but it was fun to tease the Templar all the same.

"Probably not. I think my uncle's farm barely qualified most years," he snorted, sipping his drink. "Clearly I should have skipped out on work more often in order to craft such prose as the tale of the cow-puncher's whore."

"Well I am certain we would get free drinks for the rest of the night, but yes, if you are that interested we should retire to a room. Yours or mine - if you have them. They are rather scarce around here." James stated, with a completely straight expression, even though his green eyes gleamed. Go on, Jim. You started this game of chicken.

"Clearly. You missed out on your calling of perverse song writing. Instead you went off to travel in the stars. Terrible waste of potential." He poured himself another glass of wine.

"Yours if you don't mind. I have to admit, I'm curious as to how a Templar keeps his rooms," he leaned forward and purred warmly at James. Oh sweet thing, if you were playing chicken, you chose the wrong opponent.

"Clearly," he chuckled and held out his glass for a refill. "Maybe I should start a log of all the dirty songs I come across in my travels, publish a book. I'll need some income when I retire after all."

"A Templar keeps his rooms stark, Jim. We are not allowed to have that many possessions, so you will find yourself terribly bored. Probably bored enough to find yourself writing filthy lyrics." James Norrington had not been a 'sweet thing' for a long time, as that curve to his mouth might suggest.

"See, and you thought such a song would not have a use. I've just helped you with your retirement." He poured them both one more glass, then eyed the bottle. "Well this is almost empty."

"Or acting them out," he canted his brows at James, hiding his smile behind his wine glass. The gleam in his eye suggested he was indeed not opposed to this hypothetical tryst. Hopefully you aren't calling chicken yet, James.

"Well I really should repay you somehow," he drained his glass, setting it down. "Bottle to go then?"

"Well you never know if they are plausible unless you try them on yourself. I warn you though, I am not letting you anywhere near my horse." Is James's Oh So Solemn reply, as he pushes himself up to his feet. He wavers, slightly, but he can walk on his own.

He gestures to the bartender for a bottle on the go. "Yes, quite."

"That's quite all right. Mine would get jealous," he smirked, rising with him and coming around, hooking his arm through James' as their new bottle was procured. Already he had ideas for it, but he would keep those to himself until the time was right. So far they were even in this game, after all.

"Not far to yours, I hope?" He chirped as they made for the door and out into the cooler night.

"Well there you have it. No jealous horses are allowed." He intoned solemnly, as he leaned a little into Jim. If they were going to tryst, he was at least going to reap some of the benefits by using as Jim as a guide not to fall on his arse.

"No, but there will be stairs."

"You people haven't figure out elevators yet? I thought laziness was the great motivator," he chuckled, letting James lean and shifting to wrap his arm around his waist for a better grip.

He turned slightly to look at the other and laughed softly against his hair. "Though I suppose having you go up first will give me a nice preview for when we get inside," he teased James.

"I have no clue what your elevators are like - but here we like to be as far away from the mud as possible." James stated primly, even as he shifted to walk in front of the other man.

He felt the faintest ... shift as the man laughed into his hair, and he tipped his chin to whisper, "So let me ask you ... Jim. Have you not wanted a preview before?"

"Hmm, so you're not the dirty type eh?" he dodged the explanation of an elevator, though given it was a simple matter of pulleys and weights what would have been the harm? Well, not the time to ponder it, certainly not with James walking slightly in front of him and his gaze flickering down to take a peek.

"I wanted a preview the moment I met you," he stated honestly. He had found James attractive - he found many people attractive, frankly. "But I hadn't thought you receptive to the idea."

"Depends on the dirt, really." James murmured, as he took the first few steps, even and steady even in his drunken state. He glanced over his shoulder, green eyes flickering, before one corner of his mouth lifted up as he stepped upwards once more.

"I find myself receptive to many more things now that I have ... breathing room." A low, rough chuckle.

"Not stuck on a ship?" he asked with a warm laugh, following him up and making the landing to James' apartment. Well, he thought it was an apartment. Rooms. Whatever they called it in this day and age. The point was, it was James' space.

He stepped in close to him, pressing him from behind in a much more intimate way than when he had simply been holding on to his arm. He settled his hands on James' hips, a firm pressure that definitely said he meant to place his hands there.

"I'm interested to see what you can do with room to stretch out," he purred against his shoulder.

"One cannot do much when one is on a mission." The quarters were, of course, appropriately bare. There was a stand in the corner with James's armor, a chest with his formal uniform and a few precious items from his childhood which were closed. A desk, neat with writing materials and reports. A statue of Andraste, on a small table by the window, with a candle next to it.

And of course, a bed. With a mabari sleeping on it.

James felt a jerk of pleasure low in his stomach, and he did lean back into Jim as he eyed Interceptor's sleeping form. "I can do a great deal ... but first I need to find a place for my darling pup."

Goodness, James really didn't keep with much. But it fit his notion of a soldier and a devote one at that. Which suddenly made this little encounter all the more enticing, adding a touch of the forbidden even though he was fairly sure Andraste did not forbid such a coupling.

"Such a shame, he looks so comfortable," he murmured, his fingers working around to the front of James. His fingers found the twists of his lacings, toying with them and slowly pulling as he nibbling along the nape of his neck and along the vein. He kept his hips pressed in close against James' buttocks, which no doubt gave the other an idea of Kirk's attraction to him at the moment.

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