A.N; Hello guys! This is my first ever fanfiction so please be nice! :)

Comments & Criticism welcome (but remember to be NICE!)

I didn't come up with any of the titles, my beta did it cause she awesome. *love*

I dont own anyone from this, these are Bioware's toys I'll put them back when I'm done.

FenrisxFem!Hawke
Long dark hair. Blue eyes. Tattoo over and under right eye and on left cheek.
Mage. Force Mage. Spirit Healer.

Chapter I. The Lake

Hawke POV

Hawke sighed deeply, this was the first she'd been able to get any alone time for such a long time. Now that she had her new home in Hightown with her mother and was running around doing missions for people left right and centre, she rarely ever got any time alone with her thoughts.

She had found this little spot a few weeks ago when she was scoping the outside of Kirkwall for any threats. It was a nice little lake next to a small water fall where the thick thong of trees thinned out.

Breathing in the scent of the trees and water Hawke was suddenly reminded of one of her companions. The one with the forest green eyes that seem to bore straight into her soul, the one with the softest hair that seems to reflect the colours of the rainbow when caught just right by the light. Who's muscles flex and ripple when he went for a killing blow in battle, who's soft beautiful lips called to Hawke's own making her want to…

No! Hawke came here to this spot to relax and unwind, not think about the elf that drives her crazy with uncontrollable passion and desire. Not that it mattered he was oblivious to her, the only thing he saw was her staff. His reasons for hating mages were completely valid after everything he'd been through at ones hands it made her see red the pain that was caused to him. How she longed to run her hands down his markings, soothing him, down past his navel even lower to grasp his…

Jerking out of her thought yet again, Hawke mentally cursed herself. She hadn't even realised that her hands had started running down her own body. She had to control her wandering mind. This line of thought was not helping curb her desires. Taking another deep breath Hawke began undressing maybe the cold water would help douse out the rising fire within her because of him. She paused just when she was just about waist deep in to look at the large moon and thought to herself if the water didn't cool the fire then, well, she'd soon fix her little "problem" on her own.

Fenris POV

Silently running through the trees, Fenris followed a fleeing Hawke. Where was she going? She had left Kirkwall and was running through the small forest just outside the boundary of city. He had been on his way back from the Hanged man after his weekly game of diamondback with Varric. He had conveniently taken the route back that would allow him to walk past Hawke's bedroom window. This had become a bad habit.

What was she doing out here alone? Not that she couldn't handle herself, because she could, but what if she was out numbered? She could be killed or worse. I'm just doing what any decent person would do, he told himself, just looking out for a friend. Nothing more than just a friend…That he dreamt about every night, daydreamed about at every opportunity.

He was falling for her, a Mage of all things. He would never admit it to anyone, not even Varric whom he would consider an actual friend, hell he had difficulty admitting it to himself till recently.

Hawke had stopped in her flight through the forest. Fenris noticed that the trees started to thin and the sound of water could be heard. Settling nearby Fenris could see Hawke clearly while still maintaining his cover; he didn't want her to no he was spying because that's exactly what he was doing. He wasn't being a "good friend" he was following her purely because he wanted to be near her without the others. Wanted to know what she did on her own, wanted to get in her head and find out who she thought about. Was if him? Or that stupid blonde haired abomination.

Fenris train of thought quickly evaporated at the sight unfolding in front of him. Hawke who had been deep in thought previously and had been standing almost completely still at the waterside was now rubbing her hands over her own body. This was sometime Fenris only dreamed about and just as his pants started to become rather tight and uncomfortable Hawke suddenly began undressing before him.

Surely he was dreaming? This couldn't be real? He clearly passed out at the hanged man and was now dreaming, he just begged this didn't turn out the way his dreams had been going lately. Him waking to a rather large and uncomfortable problem below his waist line otherwise he'd never hear the end of it from Varric or worse Isabela.

Turning his attention back to Hawke he noticed that she had discarded her clothing next to her staff at the side of the lake and was now waist deep in the water. The water gentle lapped at her firm buttock and she paused to look at the shinning moon. She look utterly stunning standing there, his beautiful dark haired goddess, standing naked before him making him ache for her as she always does, he doubt she would ever no because this was a dream…It had to be.

Yes it was bad, and short.

The first two chapters will be, hopefully they'll get longer after that. *fingers crossed*

R&R!

Thanks for actually making it to the end of chapter one! :D