Dragon Age One Shots

Smithing, Sera/Dagna

Arms stuffed, Dagna backed into forge door, her voice chattering to Harret, "You'll never guess what I found just lying around. Old silver! Well, silver bits. Forks mostly. Lot of forks that I figured..."

Her jaw dropped, sentences collapsing together and tumbling from her lips as she spotted Sera leaning into the melting cauldron. She had a long spoon in hand and was stirring it back and forth.

"What are you...?" Dagna called, the found silverware plummeting to the ground as she ran to the elf nearly bent over into a pot hot enough to melt iron.

"Widdles!" Sera cried, turning away from whatever she was stirring. "You got here in the nick of time, I think it's about ready."

"What is?" Dagna eased over, one hand raised as she feared what could come flying out of the pot. The possibilities were damn near endless. She wouldn't be shocked to find Sera was warming a griffin egg in there.

Sera tugged the spoon out and banged it thrice upon the lip of the black cauldron. "Found a box, barely even guarded, but in the nicking it got a bit splattered this way and that, pieces everywhere, bit of grass but that can be picked out. So..."

"You can't, you can't put anything but iron in there," Dagna began, scanning under to the coals glowing a softer red than usual.

Sera sniffed, her blonde head drifting closer to the pot, "Why not? Seems fine to me."

A breeze whipped over the tumbling waterfall, exciting the coals. As they heated up, whatever concoction was inside of the cauldron began to burble and blorp. Dagna began to reach for anything to shield herself, when a great wave erupted out of the cauldron. Brown goo splattered against Sera's face. It coated her blonde hair, quickly streaking off her cheeks to ooze down her shirt.

"Is that...?" Dagna inched closer, watching the woman trying to swipe herself clean. Out of the pot came an even great eruption, the second brown wave splattering against both Sera and herself.

She gritted her teeth, expecting it to burn. To her surprise, while the gooey liquid was warm it didn't char her skin off, and it smelled...

"Chocolate?" Dagna laughed. "You're melting chocolate in a smelter?"

"Sure, why not?" Sera shrugged, only the whites of her eyes visible behind her chocolate mask.

Laughing even harder, Dagna drew a finger over the mess clinging to her cheeks. Curious, she stuck it into her mouth and smiled. "Mmm, that's good." Her fingers began to swipe off all the chocolate clinging to her clothes, greedily stuffing it into her mouth. Soon, it was all gone, the only supply left dripping off of that blonde hair and masking mischievous eyes.

With a leap onto a stool, Dagna hooked her hands around the back of Sera's neck and pulled those chocolate lips to hers. Her tongue lapped around the decadent candy, sucking it into her mouth as Sera's fingers curled up to her jawline. Dagna anticipated her holding her tight for a deeper kiss, but she swiped along and revealed even more chocolate drenching her finger.

Snickering, Sera popped it into her mouth, her eyes shut in ecstasy. "You're so sweet," she crowed, a smile rising around the finger between her lips. Dagna's tongue lapped up Sera's cheek coating itself in the chocolate. Just as hungry, Sera pressed hot kisses to Dagna's skin as it swiped past in her licking. Each one warmed the chocolate more, their heated bodies sending the melting goo dripping down their clothes.

As a drop tumbled from Sera's chin, Dagna gave chase. It plopped right on the top of her breasts, sliding its way right between her cleavage. Never one to give up, Dagna's tongue wiggled its way across her sticky sweet skin and down into the dark crevice.

At that moment, the forge door flew open, Harret grumbling to himself, "Heard you found yourself some..."

He looked around at the forge speckled in chocolate clear to the waterfall, and the two women wrapped together to form one giant sticky treat. "I'll, uh... Ne'er mind." Running out, he slammed the forge door in order to let the two of them 'clean up' in peace.