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You walked quietly along Hightown's streets, the cold night air causing goosebumps to form on your exposed skin. Your hand nervously fidgeted with the hilt of your weapon. A throbbing pain shot through your head, a result of another night spent with your companions at The Hanged Man. You had decided to leave earlier than usual, their rowdiness making you grow weary.
As you were walking, you spotted Mother Petrice leaving the Chantry. Her eyes glared over at you and she stormed angrily towards you. "Hawke, if it isn't you. Why are you here?" She demanded, her finger jabbing into your chest. You swiftly moved your hand around her wrist and gently held her arm away from you.
"I was just walking. Did you think I was here for you?" You explained. Her glare deepened and she shook her head. "You're nothing but trouble, Hawke." She spat.
"I could say the same about you." You replied. Her eyes flitted down to your lips and back up. Mother Petrice's eyes bored into yours. You took a few steps back before hitting the wall behind you. She smirked and took your wrists in her hands, pinning them above your head.
"You intrigue me, Hawke." Her voice was low in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine at her words. Mother Petrice hummed in amusement at the response your body gave her. Her eyes gleamed dangerously and her lips hovered above your own. You could feel her warm breath on you, your own breathing becoming erratic as your nerves peaked.
Mother Petrice closed the space between you. Her lips were soft against yours and you fervently kissed her back. Mother Petrice seemed to loosen her hold on your wrists allowing you to break free and wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer to your body.
You parted after a few seconds. Your breathing ragged and faces flushed. Mother Petrice gazed into your eyes before pushing you away from her. A scoff left her lips. "I should be going. If you want to talk, meet me later in Darktown. I'll be waiting, dear Hawke."
And with that, she was off to do Maker knows what. A smile crept onto your face and a tingling feeling erupted over your lips.
"I suppose I should prepare myself for our talk." You whispered with a grin.