"I would work on stripping you of all this armor. Slowly stripping you out of layer after layer. Laving you with kisses for each inch of skin bared for my wondering lips and hands." She kissed his neck and up to his ear as she breathily whispered to him. Her other hand rubbing his neck and slipping into the collar of his tunic to stroke his collarbone. "I would trace each of your muscles with my hands and then mouth as I slowly, slowly worked my way lower. Stripping you of your pants and then you smalls."

She slipped her hand into his now loosened pants and eased out his straining erection. It was now her turn to hum her approval. He was unbelievably hard, thick, and long. She stroked the silky skin and was rewarded with a choked off curse from Sebastian.

"I would then take you like I am now and stroke you as I worked my way to kneel at your feet." She paused letting the image fill his mind. "I would run my tongue along your length and circle the tip." As she spoke she ran her hand feather lightly along his length and then circled his tip. He bucked under her hand and kicked the door. They froze, holding their breath waiting to make sure that no one was going to investigate the strange noises coming from the confessional. She turned to him with a triumphant smile as he frowned at her.

"Evil woman, tormenting me so." He hissed at her. Then he smiled slowly. "As your confessor, I must make you do penance. Kneel." He said pulling her off of him and standing her up. She started to whine in protest of losing contact with his hard body, but a narrowing of his blue eyes had her obeying. She looked up at him as she was crammed between his thighs. "Now don't just tell, show me." He said leaning back as much as the small room allowed.

She smiled as she wrapped her hand back around him. She leaned forward and did as she had just taunted him with. Licking up his length before swirling her tongue around the tip. She watched him as his eyes darkened. She bowed her head in a semblance of penance and took him in her mouth. He groaned, biting his lip to keep back the plea that threatened to burst from him. His head fell back as she began to suck gently, bobbing up and down on him, alternating with swirling her tongue around him. He threaded his hands in her hair, tangling the silken mass and forcing her to move deeper and faster on him.

"Sweet Maker! Andraste's flaming…Stella, stop!" He hissed and used his grip on her hair to jerk her off of him. He was about to come undone and he didn't want to spend himself anywhere but buried in her.

Keeping a hold of her hair he pulled her to her feet. She made a noise of protest. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her to apologize for pulling her hair so hard. He fumbled with trying to reverse their positions and take her smalls off. The tumbled and crashed into the wall.

"Son of a bitch, damn it all to the Void! Brace your elbows on the bench." Sebastian ordered. There was no room for finesse or gentleness or even removing of any clothing really.

She complied, arching her back and spreading her legs as much as the room allowed. He shoved her skirt up and then her smalls to the side. He took himself in hand as she watched him over her shoulder.

"We'll do this differently later. I'll take more time. Show you how I feel about you." He tried to give her reassurances.

"Sebastian, just shut up and screw me already!" She hissed at him. He gripped her hip with his free hand and positioned himself to pierce her.

"With pleasure." He said and shoved into her, not bothering to ease in to her. He didn't give her time to adjust to him. The game had gone on too long for niceties. This was a primal need. She wanted it, he wanted it. And he was more than willing to bend to her wishes.

He pounded into her, grabbing her hips with both hands to hold her still so he could drive harder into her. She grabbed his belt off the floor and bit down on it to keep from crying out loud at the exquisite pleasure that rolled through her as he stretched her and hammered into her. He was muttering her name past his lip that he had clamped his teeth down on.

She was so hot and wet. So tightly clamped around him as she thrust back against him as much as he allowed her. Their pants were growing louder and harder as he pushed towards his completion. He maintained enough sense to realize she wasn't going to finish without some aid, so he leaned over her reaching a hand down to slip to her sensitive nub. The other hand reached up to shove her shirt off her shoulder. He clamped his teeth down on her shoulder as he slipped his hand around to clasp one of her bouncing breast.

The feel of being surrounded and filled drove all thoughts from Stella's head. All she could do was give in to the animalistic side that demanded more. She ground against him, back against his straining cock, down against his circling thumb, all the while pressing her breast into his hand harder.

She choked out a muffled cry as she spasmed around him. With a guttural groan into her shoulder he spent himself, driving into her a few times slowly, pressing deep as he spilt his seed. He released his clamp on her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her waist to support her as she collapsed beneath him.

"Sweet Maker, Sebastian." She panted. He held her with one arm and worked to pull her top back up around.

"I'm sorry, Stella." He whispered feeling contrite for the deep bruise on her shoulder. He was sure she had them on her hips as well.

"I'm not." She gained her feet and worked to fix her clothing as he worked on straightening his pants. He took the belt from bench and frowned at the teeth marks in it. He glanced at her and she shrugged. "That or scream."

"Then tonight I'll make you scream." He chuckled as he belted the belt on and shoved a pouch over to hide the teeth marks.

"So you really meant that?" She asked turning to look at him. "Your leaving the Chantry?"

"I am. I'm not leaving Kirkwall just yet. I can't leave Elthina in this madness, and I won't go without you. So for now, I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

"Hmm. I think I can work with that." She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Good since this mess is your fault." He said but he was smiling at her.

"And you love ever minute of it." She taunted him back.

"Aye, I do." He swatted her butt as he climbed back into the hole in the wall. "Now say your penance, and hurry home. I'll be right behind you. I just have to grab my things."

She finished straightening her clothes and shoved her hair back. She moved the bench and kneeler back where they should be and then walked out the door. She shared a glance with Sebastian as he exited the confessor side. She then caught the puzzled and startled look of Elthina. She widened her eyes at Sebastian as Elthina moved over to them.

"Sebastian?" Elthina asked. He shouldn't have been in the confessional. He had left the order. And they were both rather disheveled. Hawke's hair was tangled and her clothing mused a bit. Sebastian's belt was slightly twisted and a bit of his hair was sticking straight up. "Are you two alright? You seem…flushed."

"Confession." Hawke said quickly pointing at the booth.

"With Sebastian?" Elthina asked turning to him and narrowing her eyes.

Sebastian grinned at her and shrugged. "One last time."

"You heard her confession?"

"Well, yes. She needed to give it and there was no one scheduled to take my spot yet." He answered readily as Hawke looked at him with narrowed eyes. She had just realized he had beaten her at her own game.

"Oh, well, I see. That's fine, I suppose. Confession is good for the soul after all." Elthina said nodding to them and moving on. They managed not to laugh until after she was gone.

"That was too close." Hawke said trying to frown at Sebastian.

"Aye it was. Go home, wicked woman. I'll come and see to your penance shortly."

"Promises, promises." Stella taunted him and then hurried out of the Chantry.

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Stella burst out of the Chantry still laughing. "Well, looks like you're in a good mood. Confession with our favorite Chantry boy?" Isabela asked leaning against the wall. She didn't miss Hawke's guilty look back or the disheveled clothing and hair.

"Of course. You should try it sometime. Confession is good for the soul after all." Stella tried to maintain an air of calmness under Isabela's knowing look.

Isabela smirked and raised her brow. "And for the body by the looks of it. I'm guessing you aren't up for a game of Wicked Grace tonight, huh?"

Stella had a wicked smile as she looked back at Isabela. "Oh, I'm going to be doing some wicked things with a definite grace, but I'm going to have to take a rain check on the game. See you later."

Isabela watched her hurry away towards her estate and decided to wait around a bit. She had a feeling she had just won some coin from a handsome elf and dwarf. They had been too sure that Hawke would never get the prince to succumb to her charms. If Isabela was right, she hadn't just got him to succumb, but to do so in the Chantry no less.

She wasn't disappointed when a few moments after Hawke had disappeared Sebastian appeared carrying a pack slung over his shoulder. A determined smile painted on his handsome face. He was pleasantly tousled as well.

"Well, Sebastian, you're looking good." Isabela purred startling the prince.

"Isabela." He inclined his head, managing to hide his irritation with being interrupted from his goal. "What brings you to the Chantry this evening?"

"Well, I was thinking I might try my hand at confession." She said working to keep her smirk to herself.

He looked at her surprised and smiled brightly. "Oh, that's wonderful! Confession is good for the soul, you know." He grew puzzled as she doubled over laughing.

"Oh, I've heard that somewhere before. I gotta go handsome. You just made me some serious coin. Go and enjoy your new found freedom, I have a prize to collect." Isabela laughed and hurried away to claim her own prize, leaving a bewildered Sebastian behind on the Chantry steps.