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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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"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.

Oh well great Maker. James felt his eyes shut, and a faint shudder ran all the way through him. The front of his breeches jumped a little in response, and his voice was all low and rich, as he sighed, "Yes ... well. I shall make him comfortable on the other end of the room. But first."

He turned, and pressed Jim back into the wall, so that they were flush with one another, and kissed the dickens out of that smirking mouth. If only to give himself a moment's pleasure. Or ... two. Or perhaps three.
He couldn't help it if his mouth roamed, or if Jim's did, or his hands did the same in a hungry sort of fashion. He certainly couldn't control the state of undress he was in by the time he managed to pull away.

Suffice to say, though, he was going to bodily be lifting Interceptor up, one blanket beneath him, to put the pup near the door. Interceptor opened one eye, gave him an odd look, but snuffed and went back to sleep.

"... Right. Bed. Now. Please?"

James suddenly taking control of the situation was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He kissed him back, matching his hunger and need, letting himself be swept up in James' own needs and wants. He bared himself to his hands and mouth, letting him do as he pleased while he nipped and scratched and thrust against him.

He was left momentarily dazed when James pulled away in order to free up the bed, taking those spare moments to catch his breath and simply watch the other man move about the room. When James looked at him and asked that question, two thoughts popped in his head: sexy and to damn cute.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," he laughed, pushing off the wall and coming to James. He grasped James' hips, stepping in to push him down towards the bed.

James gave him a sheepish sort of look, rubbing the back of his neck as a flush of red touched his ears. "Yes, well, one doesn't want to be rude ... "

Then Jim's hands were on his hips and they were shifting towards the bed and he made sure to grasp Jim by the shoulders so they went down onto the bed together. He took Jim's mouth again, hunger again spiking through him as they were pressed this close together, a soft curse emitting from under his breath so he could shift, and thrust finally in turn. Just some relief, any relief, would be so satisfying right now.

Kirk laughed at the sound of James cursing. It had a particularly dirty and seductive sound coming from the pious man, dropping a bit more heat into his belly as he let the word ring in his ears. He settled himself between the spread of James' legs, spreading his thighs and pushing down sharply against him. He could feel how swollen he was already, and he felt a pang of sympathy. When was the last time James had had release?

"Well, I'm giving you permission to take what you need," he murmured, kissing him back, sliding his hands beneath the other to drag his nails along the arch of his spine as they rocked, cloth and naked flesh scraping against each other.

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