[Closed] This isn't even my final form

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders and close CR
WHAT: Detlef makes his last appearance for some goodbyes in case, Anders gives some warnings, and basically he tries to prepare.
WHEN: Around this time, a little backdated for the ride, but generally 24th-ish
WHERE: Ride back from EDL and in Skyhold
NOTES: Anders.

[ooc: This is various starters for Detlef's end and Anders warning some friends and admitting things to another. If you'd like a starter, ping me at Nadat on plurk and I'll put one together!]

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Getting nsfw

[justice_is_blond]

"And if I had the time, I'd teach them. Between sleeping with you and making sure none of the people who still somehow care about me try any heroics, I'm swamped." That, and the mage he'd most like to share anything intimate with now wanted him dead.

"I'm certain you don't want me to short you on the goodbye sex." Then they're in the room and he's closing the door after her, smile faint but there. The wink, her cheer, it helps dispel some of the mood hanging over him. Yes, things are about to end, but they'd been about to end back in Kirkwall, too.

"I'm certain I don't want me to short you on the goodbye sex, or myself either." And then he's crowding Isabela, pressing a series of hungry kisses to her throat.

[easternseaqueen]

She gasps when he starts kissing her neck, and moments later, she's got a hand in his hair, encouraging him, her other hand seeking out clasps and buckles and hidden blades, getting them out of the way.

"Mmm, yes..." She half sighs it, half hisses. There is going to be a ferocity in this, fighting against the inevitable goodbye.

[justice_is_blond]

This is, in its own way, a statement of defiance. No matter how he's become a specter of violence and death to many, he's still (mostly) human. He's still a man who has fought so damnably hard for every tiny scrap he's gotten, still a man with desires and wants, and oh, how he desires and wants her.

"Bela," he whispers against her neck, giving her the lightest nip of teeth right after. Her hand feels fantastic; Anders has always enjoyed how she knows what she enjoys and feels no hesitation in making that clear.

One arm loops around her waist, drawing her close without making it hard for her to pull and adjust and remove clothing, while his other hand is slowly slid up her stomach to rest on a perfect breast, kneading with care.

[easternseaqueen]

She arches up into his touch, pressing into him, all but purring with pleasure and growling with lust at the feel of teeth against her neck.

There's the clank of metal and soft thuds of cloth hitting the ground as layers get shed, and she pulls him into a kiss, hot and fierce and full of want.

"Anders." His name on her lips is encouragement and demand all in one as she pushes him over toward the bed.

[justice_is_blond]

"Say it again," he whispers into her ear before nipping at the earlobe. No one he's slept with here have used that name. It's all been Detlef, a name that will never truly stir him up as much as Anders will.

Then he's climbing onto the bed, landing on his back for now, and reaching up to pull her down on top of him. He flashes her a grin. "Don't scream it, but I like to hear my name on the lips of the most glorious pirate queen."

[easternseaqueen]

She laughs as she sinks down onto him.
"Oh, I think that can be arranged."

She begins rolling her hips, an easy but insistent motion, pressing hard, the rhythm flowing through her body.
"Mmm. Fuck, Anders!" She gasps, breathlessly. "That's it... More, Anders, yes."

[justice_is_blond]

It's an easy choice, going for her favorite position. This is more for her than anything, really, but he can't say he's ever not enjoyed her being on top. He groans as she gets moving, thrusting up to meet her rocking and holding her hips so he can move all the harder.

"Just like that," he groans. "So good." She takes him so easily, and his hands glide up from hips to breasts, cupping them as they move together. All right, maybe it's just as much for him, one last grasp of what it is to be human before surrendering everything. And what a gorgeous grasp it is.

[easternseaqueen]

She moans, a deep sound of satisfaction as he fondles her breasts.

Her hips speed up, whole body undulating, not unlike the waves she loves so much. Fucking him like there's no tomorrow. Because there literally might not be.

"Come on, Anders, spark things up," she murmurs.

[justice_is_blond]

"Spark?" He knows exactly what she wants, and while at other times he might tease and drag her out, this isn't that time. Anders casts and drags a trail of lightning down her side to a hip, watching and listening for her reactions hungrily. He may die soon, but this magnificent woman will never forget him, and will never speak his name with hatred. She deserves every moment of this.

"Or maybe I should cool it off." The slightly dazed grin on his face widens as he cools his other hand with ice and circles one of her nipples with that thumb.

[easternseaqueen]

She jumps a little to feel the spark against her skin, that delicious electric thrill.

"Oh, that is so nice..." she purrs.

And then it's icy cold on her nipples, which get achingly hard even as she yelps in surprise.

"Anders, you bastard!" she hisses, though it isn't anger causing the heat in her voice. "...do it again."