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The gang was gathered at The Hanged Man for their weekly game of Wicked Grace, minus Hawke who had begged off with a headache, when Merrill spoke. "So, what's gotten into Hawke? She seems pretty happy lately."

Isabella snorted into her mug. "More like who's gotten into Hawke, Kitten." Fenris growled and Anders nearly set his cards on fire, even Sebastian looked pained at the idea. Merrill just looked confused.

"Shut it, whore," spat Aveline. "It's none of your damned business."

"Did I miss something again, Varric," whispered the tiny elf. He patted her hand gently without answering.

Isabella laughed raucously. "Oh come on! I know you're all curious, too!" She pointed to Anders, "I know it's not you or you wouldn't be holding a fireball at bay." Anders glared at her, his eyes flashing blue for a split second. "Ooo, does Justice want to come out and play? Maybe that's why Hawke doesn't want you – she's not into threesomes."

"Isabella!" Sebastian's sharp tone caught her attention. The pirate looked at him hungrily.

"I don't know why she doesn't try harder to pin you down. I bet you would like it if she took control until you were chanting her name instead of Andraste's." Sebastian turned twenty shades of crimson. "Mmmm, I thought so."

Everyone at the table was staring at the dark-skinned woman like she was mad. Of course she was, but this was outrageous even for her. Varric was starting to feel nervous. He knew how observant the Rivani was, even though she played dumb, and he was afraid that she was onto him.

"Rivani, it's your move. You still owe me two sovereigns, ya know?" He gave her his signature smirk. Isabella played her hand which had Sebastian and Merrill fold theirs in response. Aveline grumbled to herself but remained in. They played through the game with Varric winning – again – and reshuffled the deck for another round.

A quarter of the way through Isabella began her assault again.

"I think you scared her with your fisting, Fenris."

"Venhedis! So, I'm next in your little game? Wonderful," he growled.

She smirked at him. "Well, look at it from her perspective. When you get mad or upset you do one of two things: run away or rip someone's heart out. Do either of those things sound attractive to a woman?" Fenris couldn't meet her eyes and was swearing colorfully in Arcanum.

"That is enough, Isabella!" Aveline's hand pounded the table and caused more than a few heads to swivel their way. Bringing her voice down the guard-captain continued, "We are all friends here, trying to have some fun and this is what you want to do instead? Tear everyone down just because you aren't getting laid? Or is it because the only men that are willing to bed you are sub-par to the men at this table?"

Isabella's eyes flashed dangerously for a moment. "My, my, Lady Man-Hands is coiled pretty tight. I thought after Hawke helped you land your man when you proved incapable that he would bang the angry out of you. Maybe you're just jealous that whoever is screwing Hawke is doing a better job than your guard."

Aveline's mouth fell open with a gasp, for once shocked into silence. Merrill's hand covered her mouth as she mumbled something.

"I think I've heard just about enough."

"Hawke! Where did you come from?" Isabella shifted uneasily in her chair. Varric gave a sigh of relief when Fallon waltzed up to the table.

"Oh, I've been here since the beginning. You're getting sloppy if you didn't see me hiding in the shadows." She leaned into the pirate's face. "Let me tell you why I'm not into you, my dear. You're a lying, cheating pirate who docks her ship in all the wrong ports every time you land and your gambling debts rival Fenris'." Hawke's eyes were twinkling and Isabella grinned smugly.

"It's part of my charm."

Hawke sat up and leaned thoughtfully against the table. "I noticed that you didn't mention Varric in your little interrogation."

The pirate snorted. "Hawke, it's Varric! I mean, come on, we all tease him about Bianca, but I'm beginning to think that maybe he does love that damn crossbow more than he should." She wrinkled her nose in distaste while everyone else chuckled.

"What can I say, Rivani, she's very well trained…and oiled." He smirked to the chorus of groans.

"Maybe so, but does that mean he can't have feelings for a real woman?" Everyone stared at Hawke.

Varric sighed. "Are you sure you want to do this, Fallon?" Anders nearly swallowed his tongue to hear the dwarf use her first name.

Hawked turned to him and smiled broadly. "And why not? I'm not ashamed of you or what I feel." He smiled and pushed back his chair, patting his lap in invitation, and she blushed as she sat down.

The couple looked at the shocked expressions on their companions' faces and burst out laughing. Varric said something about "passing out" which had Hawke laughing so hard she cried. When they calmed down Varric reached out and gently brushed the tears off her cheeks and she leaned into his palm. For a moment, they forgot where they were and who they were with, all that mattered was each other. Merrill's sniff brought them back. The elf was holding a handkerchief to her face, blotting away her happy tears.

"I think I need another drink…or three," said Anders.

"I never thought I would agree with the abomination, but yes, I need many, many more drinks," groaned Fenris.

"Hear, hear. I'll tell Corff we need more rounds – on your tab, Varric!" Isabella sauntered off, smacking frisky hands out of her way as she went.

Sebastian cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I should return to the Chantry to pray…a lot."

The guard-captain stood with him. "Let me walk with you. I have paperwork to take care of." They said their goodbyes and made a hasty exit.

Merrill was the only excited one. "So, when's the wedding?" Fenris spewed ale across the table, directly where Sebastian had just been sitting and looked at the other elf in horror. "What? What did I say?"

Anders chugged the rest of his ale and blew a kiss to Isabella when he saw her returning with another round. He was planning on getting very, very, very drunk tonight.

Varric and Hawke exchanged glances, but said nothing. Isabella sat down with a plop, laying the tray of ale on the table for anyone who wanted one. Anders took two and she quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Merrill wants to know when they are getting married," he clarified as he took a large swig from one of the mugs. The pirate's mouth fell open and she sputtered.

"You – you aren't really…I mean, you can't! He's a dwarf and you're obviously too tall for him!"

"Not to mention, he's not an Andrastian, so you can't get married in the Chantry. That only leaves the Deep Roads and I don't think the darkspawn do weddings," supplied a tipsy mage.

Hawke's lips twitched a little and she could feel the soft rumble of laughter in Varric's chest at the idea. "Oh, I don't know, maybe we were just planning to run to Orlais. They let you do anything there."

Hawke decided to play along. "Mmmm, I heard that you can marry more than one person at the same time. Some people have been known to marry their dogs, but I don't see Cardiff that way."

"That's a shame, Fallon, that might be fun."

Isabella choked on her ale. Varric roared with laughter while Hawke just grinned. "You two are both evil, I hope you know that," she groused.

"How did this happen?" Fenris was staring at his tankard as he asked the question.

"Well, you see, a mommy elf and a daddy elf decide they like each other and – "

His metal fist pounded the table as he glared daggers at Isabella. "That's not what I meant," he hissed through clenched teeth. The rogue put her hands up in apology and leaned back to hear what the couple had to say. Merrill leaned forward in excitement to hear their story.

"Well, I never thought I would have a chance with Varric, he was always saying I was too tall for him." She winked at Isabella. "So I had been pining away for him all this time and I finally told him to deal with the Merchant's Guild for a few days when we went to Sundermount. I had to clear my head, but little did I know that he was pining for me." Hawke gently elbowed him and he rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes, it was actually boredom that drove me to walk all the way to your estate after the sun had set, but call it what you want, Fallon." She tugged his ponytail in retaliation for his cheek and Merrill giggled. "So, I show up at Hawke's and Sandal showed me in and told me to go upstairs."

"Ooooo, niiiiiice," cooed the pirate. Fenris was beginning to wish he hadn't asked, he wasn't sure he wanted to know how this had happened after all.

Varric wiggled his eyebrows. "You have no idea, Rivani. You see, I caught our fearless leader in the middle of her bath." He paused to give Anders time to pick himself off the floor and Fenris grabbed another mug. Hawke was a pretty shade of pink, but she seemed pleased with herself so Varric continued. "It didn't take long for my sweet talking to do the trick, though I had to shield Bianca from seeing anything and getting jealous."

Isabella snorted, "Of course, can't have your crossbow decide to shoot your new woman." She turned to Hawke, "How was it? Give me all the details!"

"I don't think you can handle the details, my dear."

Isabella slapped her thigh and laughed loudly, "That good, huh? Damn, no wonder you've been so chipper." She raised an eyebrow, "Do you think we could share?"

Varric barked out a laugh and pulled Hawke closer to his body. "Not for all the gold in the world, Rivani."

"That's so romantic," breathed Merrill. "You know he's in love with you when you are more important that money, Hawke."

Fallon ran her fingers lightly across his exposed chest and smiled to hear his growl of approval. "Yes Merrill, I know."

A/N- This is where I will be ending this story. I felt like the companions needed to be heard before I could call it finished. Hope you enjoyed the humor in the second part! Please leave reviews!