She called it her quiet place. First, I needed to see Barbara. Donning the corset was like meeting an old friend. I thought of Sean’s hugs. I wished...I could tie the laces before dressing, but it took some abdominal control just to hook the busks. If I really was pregnant, how soon would I feel it? More likely, I was out of training. Heaven knew my tits sagged without the bustier. The rest of the outfit was simple. I pulled my hair over one shoulder, as a nod to Sean, and secured it with the. He has two wives, and I have nine half-brothers and sisters, too. When I was very little, I never gave it much thought that the man my mother was married to was white, whereas I was obviously not. They were just my parents; but then, slowly, but surely, it began to dawn on me that the man that my mother was married to was not my biological father. So then, I began to wonder, who was my actual father? How did I come to have a blond, green-eyed, pale skinned mother, on the one hand, when MY skin. . waiting in piracy."I grin back, squirming in my bindings, "And you don't always have a pretty little sex-slave with you..."In another part of the ship I hear the unmistakable rattle of automatic weapon fire. Adrenaline flushes my system again and I feel that orgasmic cocktail washing back and forth..."What's that?" I'd guess your company of marines decided to be... mmm... disagreeable." Don't you have to go help them?" I think I'll stay here," she looks me up and down, slowly, like a hungry. He clenched his hands, his nails digging into his palms painfully, as he struggled to think of something – anything – else to distract him from his imminent need. And then she moved, rising up slowly and slamming back down until her skin impacted against his thighs, and he almost shouted.The woman he’d been dreaming of for months was in his lap, making love to him, and he was about to shame himself by losing control too soon.That thought did it; the mere idea that he would disappoint Leliana.