A/N:Thought I try a little writing exercise one shot to loosen up abit concerning future sex scenes due to Makmoore's encouragement about writing smut. Also I suck with clothing descriptions, so this be Hawke's dress h t t p: / / w w w .janem abri dal. Com/ image s/c ocktai l/Sex y%20 one- strap %20b ackle ss%2 0p ar ty%2 0dr es s .j p g. (put together the spaces)
Bioware owns what I desire. Sexy Song muse was a hybrid of songs being a monster to tackle. But no matter what...I suck at writing smut. Modern day setting with AU, lets roll!
Music blared through the air echoing off the glass dome atop the skyscraper as the DJ went through the playlist. The room was filled to capacity with the city's higher echelon dressed smart and sexy for the night. Not many people were dancing on the designated dance floor, but were conversing and drinking in celebration. It was the Cumberland Hospital's fund raising gala that attracted the usual media attention and awareness that required it's tax break. The usual socialites were in attendance gossiping over the latest scandals or company deals that went sour, however, some people weren't amused by this display at all.
One such woman stood against the faux roman pillars that lined the room, silently sipping from her champagne fluke. Her dark brown hair was down cascading over her shoulders in French curls. Her feet were beginning to hurt in the ridiculous four inch heels she had on and she was beginning to question the dress she wore to this event was made based on a slutty choice. She soon wrapped her arms around herself to fight the sudden chill and hide from how ridiculous she looked in her dress. Her left side and back were exposed showing off her dark chocolate skin making a good ogle target for all the perverts in the room. She would think that they'd stop after seeing the giant ring around her finger. Sadly, one such pervert was allowed tonight to be a bit hands-on, but judging by the amount of alcohol she was drinking, it was becoming annoying.
"Isabela...I think you had enough." The woman sighed feeling her sometimes associate paw at her hips. She eyed Isabella's attire which consisted of thigh high brown leather boots that went along with her white corset mini dress.
"Ohhh, but Hawke why are you hiding away such a gorgeous ass pressed against that pillar?" She moved her hands to her stomach petting it.
"To drink in peace. You have no idea how many lawyers, congressmen and god damn richy richs I've shook hands with today. I could use some Purel."
"True, you don't know where most of their hands have been." Isabella smirked watching Hawke shudder. "That and whatever they rub furiously with those five digits."
Flagging down a busboy Hawke placed her empty flute on his tray to grab another one. "You have no idea how many looks I caught off them looking at my ass alone. Maker, I'm starting to wish I had a flat chest or was built more like a man." Hawke shifted against the pillar. Her feet were nearly numb and she was fighting the idea of kicking off the stripper heels, if only to just walk on the cool marble floor.
"So..you thinkin' about a certain type of pillar to squeeze between those cheeks, huh Hawke?" This earned a scoff from the sullen women.
"No," she replied angrily. "If anything I'm just rightfully pissed."
Isabella didn't understand what set off her friend's current mood tonight or the cause for her drinking. Sure, she had been harassed before by men who had a fetish for married older women. Maker knows Isabella has had some of that, but it wasn't enough reason for these actions. Sighing quietly, Isabella leaned against the pillar next to Hawke scanning around the crowd. Usual business men she'd done overseas deals with, celebrities she had the chance to fuck, Anders talking to a familiar short hair blonde woman...
Isabella stopped to do a double take. She watched the two targets banter for a whole minute. She noticed Anders looked about ten years younger chatting while his hands were secretly petting the blonde's lower back, until realization kicked in.
"Oh kitten don't tell me he's.." Isabella shook her head in disgust. "I didn't think he could and here no less, but it's.."
"He's fucking her again," Hawke interrupted moving her gaze away from the secretive couple. "Only this time he thinks I don't know about it."
Hawke gulped down her wine not noticing Isabella give her a pitying look. From her experience she knew cheating had no effect on her and it was a give and take operation she could deal with, but Hawke was a different subject.
Apparently, Hawke and Anders met in college, during a charity mixer and became sweethearts in less than a semester. After they married, both worked hard paying off their student loans debt and helped Anders become the most sought after pediatrician, giving Hawke what she went without most of her life. It was a fairy tale story only it had one missing detail: the blonde woman in question used to be an old flame of Ander's named Elissa Cousland. They broke up around the time Anders started dating Hawke. Funny thing about this story is they'd started this illicit relationship 3 years ago when Elissa's fiancé, Alistair Theirin, proposed to her. Now, the two meet occasionally, fucking each other because that old spark just can't be extinguished.
Isabela could only shake her head thinking if anyone else was in this position she could write it off as a 'sucks to be you' event. However, her friend, who was drinking herself to death, deserved more than this.
"I take it you called Aveline for legal advice?" Another busboy walked by with fresh scotch and rum glasses before Isabella grabbed two. "Will that be helpful for you or will.."
"No..." Hawke shook her head declining a glass of rum. "I'm waiting until my new job in Seheron clears through. Once it does, I'll send him the papers after I travel there and wait for him to sign them, so I don't have to hear him spew his bullshit. That's what I plan, unless something bad happens."
"Good on ya Hawke. Now, if you need any tips I can help you with some advice from my first divorce." Hawke looked at her with a small smirk forming on her face. "Okay maybe the first five divorces."
"Well until that happens I'm going to get right sauced." She clicked her flute with Isabela's twin glasses.
"Down the hole!" Isabela screamed before downing her drinks in quick succession.
Hawke tried to follow suit but found her fluke empty. Sighing in defeat, she discarded the fluke on a random busboy's tray and grabbed her purse by her feet.
"I'm heading to the bar. If you don't see me in five minutes tell Varric I died the way I lived...punching in a sleazy bastard."
"Just don't do what I would do!" Isabela screamed in delight as the music picked up in volume.
Hawke made her way over to the bar. 'Tried' was more the key term as the crowd of people seemed to congest at this one spot because free drinks always brought people together. Hawke, on the other hand, wasn't in the mood to queue in line like a patient lemming. Putting her wedding ring in her purse, she tried to resist the siren's call of the bottles on display, calling her to their rocky cliffs. So, she chose her only tactic, akin to a drunken wino, by poking people in the back and moving forward as they turned around. Pulling off a chain combo that would have made a game enthusiast proud, Hawke finally made it to the bar.
Her stomach was pressed against the marble top at an uncomfortable angle. It was due to a huge crowd causing a bottleneck backup on the other side, gaining the attention of 9/10 of the bartenders working. This left the remaining bartender to pick up ten orders too many from the growing crowd.
Hawke knew she was going to get a headache from all the shouting of the people surrounding her. Until, she felt a hand slide along the small of her back. She looked behind with death in her eyes to find the one person she hated at these events: Vaughan Kendells Urien, the walking STD himself and spoiled heir of Denerim Steel industries. He was smiling at her taking in her inebriated state.
Normally, she would have slapped his hand away and tried not to stab his eye out with a fork. The thought was always tempting. However, Isabela's words rang back in her head.'Don't do anything I wouldn't do.'
For her form of payback, Vaughan wouldn't have been her first choice, but inebriated beggars shouldn't be choosers. However, first things first, she had to be really drunk for a successful memory wipe later on.
"Why hello Ms. Justice. I take it your husband is busy as usual?" Even his voiced matched his slimy overtones.
"Yes, some associates of his." He made small circles with his thumb causing Hawke to shudder inwardly. "Needed him to talk business about a new section for the Maternity wing. So I just left because it bored me to no end about the none too subtle baby hints." A lie that worked in her favor even though she was the one dropping hints about children.
Vaughan chuckled at the remark as he pressed into her back. Sadly, Hawke wasn't nearly drunk enough to not notice his bulge pressing against her bottom. She tried not to shudder again as he breathed into her ear feeling hot cognac flow out.
"Frankly, my dear, a woman like you needs more blunt hints to start having children. Maker knows I always love making them."
Hawke tried not to get nauseated at the fact that Vaughan Urien was rubbing his dick on her ass at a public, yet private gala. Clothing barrier be damned, she didn't think being drunk was needed as the man was openly pawing her in a crowded room. Slowly grabbing a toothpick, she decided it was best to please her inner rage demon. Sadly, someone else beat her to the punch. She felt Vaughan being pushed off her rather hard.
"Oi! Fuck off, I'm busy right...Senator?"
"Now, now manners Vaughan," Hawke was never more grateful to hear Varric's voice. "Don't you know it's never nice to harass a lady, especially one that wants you gone?"
Varric was a smooth talker blessed with a silver tongue that almost put President Tabris to shame. It was also his best means of weaponry, as he was technically a dwarf, making people forget how easily he could leave them feeling four feet smaller. As long as Vaughan didn't go off on a short joke he would leave with his dignity intact. Well mostly intact.
"I assure you on my reputation." Varric smirked at this remark. "I was only keeping Ms. Justice company as her husband was busy with colleagues. It would be such a crime if a beautiful wife was left bored by such a callous husband on such short notice."
"Sure kiddo, sure. I'm sure my wife Bianca also loves me telling different renditions of how we fell in love to the press, with each great story telling, but that doesn't make it true." Varric encircled his arm around Hawke leading her away from the cretin. Hawke couldn't help smiling at how Varric could always, in any situation, joke at another person's expense scott-free.
"So, how about I entertain MRS. Justice for the night." Varric couldn't help emphasizing the missus part. "And you go drink your big boy juice chatting up Serendipity. I'm sure Councilman Bran wouldn't mind if he was included in your chats. Hell, I'm sure he'll bring in an extra ball gag for you."
Before Vaughan could get a word in, Varric's personal twin bodyguards, Sten and Saarebas, moved in to block his view. Sten looked stoically, while Saarebas played with his gold rimmed glasses, glaring at Vaughan to make a move. As they got out of earshot, Varric started chuckling and Hawke shook her head.
"Varric did you just come to my aid and accost a man of having an affair with a famous dominatrix tranny?"
"Hey, tranny is such a hateful word! She is a call girl and deserves respect in her trade than to be known as just a transvestite. Although, his face did turn the loveliest shade of red just thinking it or that could be bloody murder? I can never tell."
Hawke slapped her friend across the back as she busted out laughing thinking she needed that to cheer her up. They stopped at the crowd that was holding up the bar since it was Varric's private party. Hawke made her usual greetings only to ignore them for the liquor. She was successful this time with no interruptions sipping a whole bottle of wine. She had hoped to enjoy the contents until an unknown man saddled up next to her.
"Excuse me could you pass me that bottle?"
Hawke only ignored him as she downed the contents of her goblet. "Miss...I know you heard me. Could you please-"
"I heard you. I just simply don't share with random people."
"Really now. Not even." He pulled up next to her so she could hear him better. "If I were to ask nicely? Perhaps for a sip?"
Hawke couldn't help feeling the audacity of this man. If he didn't have such a nice voice she risked breaking the bottle over his head. Turning to the right, she caught a better glimpse of the man. Suddenly, she was thankful the maker threw her a bone. He was dressed in a three-piece gray suit, silver rimmed glasses, dark olive eyes, sun kissed skin and dark hair with premature graying. Hawke could go on the features describing this man, but then she would have to sadly sober up. Her brain and liver would most definitely be happy without the possible beer goggle effects, but her hormones could care less.
Sliding the goblet away, she handed the man the bottle watching his next moves. Not caring for a wine glass of his own, he drank straight from the bottle, tipping his head back. Hawke didn't get mad at him for drinking it straight. In fact, her eyes were glued to his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp. She felt her mouth water at the sight wondering what the wine would taste like if she took a sip from the bottle.
Feeling her face blush from being tipsy, and her womanly bits, Hawke had finally decided on how to spend her night. Grabbing the bottle back from him, she took a sip only to notice the contents were gone leaving a small drip on the neck.
"I'm sorry but you were acting greedy when I asked nicely." The man chuckled eying the same droplet.
Reaching her tongue out, Hawke lapped up the droplet licking her lips in satisfaction. She was hoping such an act wasn't obviously slutty as all her flirtation skills were gathering dust since junior year in college. Mr. Sharp-dressed, however, was looking at her with smoldering eyes, breathing sharply out his nose. His left held her right hand making circles with his thumb.
"You, Messere, are a tease. Couldn't save any for me after I was nice enough to share?"
"Maybe, if I could make amends for such a tragic offense." He closed the gap between them moving his hand to her shoulder. "Would that satisfy you? Or would you prefer something more substantial?"
The contact of his skin made goosebumps slowly rise on her flesh. Not to be outdone, Hawke ran her hand along her breasts in slow outside curves. This put a smug smile on her mystery man's face as he watched her hand.
"So..." He looked from her eyes back to her face to. "What brings you here tonight? Business of some sort?"
"No, you can say my date was here on business only to ignore me for most of the night. Now, he seems to be dealing in pleasure not giving a damn about my situation."
Mr. Mysterious looked over his shoulder at the surging crowd as if he could pinpoint this mystery date only to look back at the woman. He noticed how her expression changed to agitation.
"I take it he is a crazy man for leaving a woman like you to drink alone?"
"Crazy, among other things. He probably won't care unless he can try mixing business with pleasure."
"You make that sound like a bad thing to indulge in, especially at these functions."
"Sometimes, I think that's what he would prefer in life over the simple things." Hawke mumbled feeling depressed after being reminded why she was drinking alone.
Sensing a change in her attitude, he moved in closer, holding her hand. "Tell me. If you weren't here, and left by your rather stupid date, what would you be doing right now?"
"Well, for starters I'd be out ripping off this dress," He quirked an eyebrow causing Hawke to blush before she continued. "While I'm at home. Then I would throw these awful shoes into the nearest firepit. Then...oh Maker I should stop there."
"Why?" He leaned in close keeping eye contact. "Is it something secretive or possibly dirty that comes next?"
Hawke bit her bottom lip trying not to grin like a fool. "Well, you could say it is dirty...I would take a nice long bath and clean myself up."
"From being an exceptional dirty, dirty girl, hmmmm?"
Moving from his spot, Fenris walked behind encircling his arms around her waist. This time Hawke did not feel disgusted at feeling his body heat surge with hers. Instead, she was damning the thought that they still had clothes on as she pressed her ass into him.
"Yes, getting all the sweat and grime off that accumulated from the day. Nothing special with any expensive soaps, just a regular cacao butter soap and rag. I like to make sure I get every nook and cranny slowly and surely. After that, I'm sure you can fill in the blanks."
"I can guess relaxing in the tub would be an easy answer. However, a beautiful woman alone in a hot bath does let one's mind wander." Fenris moved his head onto her shoulders with a content look on his face as he looked down at her cleavage.
"Would you like a hint, sir, or are you enjoying the view?"
"Hmmm I can listen and watch. Now as you were saying?"
Hawke bit her lips from the contact before continuing. "Then I stretch out my aching muscles," She took a bit of courage by rubbing her backside against him. "Like so, while I massage myself."
He responded by grinding into her causing Hawke to suppress what would be a very loud moan. He breathed into her ear brushing her hair aside as his other hand rubbed her outer thigh slowly moving inside her dress. "I'm sure there are places you couldn't reach by yourself, but with another pair of hands I imagine you'd feel more relaxed."
Hawke tried to control whatever this moment was leading towards reigning in common sense, but feeling his breath wash over her was setting off hormones at an alarming rate that begged for release.
Suppressing a moan, Hawke shivered as his fingers grazed across her hip pressing against the cloth in semi circles. Feeling overwhelmed Hawke couldn't believe she was letting this random man do such acts in a very public place.
"Is that a suggestion or an offer to assist in cleaning my back, Sir?"
"If this gives you an excuse to get all dirty and sweaty later on then I can oblige on that task." Fenris chuckled deeply pressing Hawke closer into the bar counter and molding into her back while nipping at her shoulder.
Before he could take it further, the lights dimmed as the event's guest speaker began his speech. Hawke decided it was now or never. Grabbing her mystery man's hand, they secretly moved through the crowd to reach the elevators. Once inside, she hit the ground floor leaning on the wall taking deep breathes. In the opposite corner she noted mister tall, dark, and gods damn eying her like a hungry wolf.
"You know...I never did catch your name." This earned a deep chuckle as he fixed his glasses.
"Funny. Neither did I when you were rubbing that delicious ass on me." Hawke chuckled biting her lower lip as dark thoughts roamed in her brain.
"So what is yours, Miss?
"Hawke. Better to think you're not the only predator tonight...and you are?"
He walked up to her placing his hands on either side of her head. Leaning in close he smelled the wine off her breathe licking her bottom lip for a taste of things to come. "You can call me Leto, or Fenris to my friends."
She smirked thinking about the movie, Thor she recently saw with her husband only to banish the thought immediately. "Does that mean you're going to swallow a little ol' moon, Mr. Fenris?"
"Last I checked the moon was rather huge." Fenris smiled staring into Hawke's amber eyes licking her lips. "If I'm lucky I might also swallow its twin."
They both exited the elevator walking to the doors in a rush as Hawke was getting antsy hoping she didn't pass out sick. Fenris on the other hand was praying on controlling his libido from ravaging her in the nearest alley before they reached a private room. He settled for a bit of voyeurism ogling her ass and hips wondering what position to take her in.
Hailing a cab, they rode in semi-silence after Fenris gave directions to his apartment. Minutes later, Fenris felt movement from Hawke's hand moving from his chest down to his pants. Her fingers were wrapped around his forming bulge lightly pressing into it from the base to the tip. Slowly, in smooth circles, not grabbing his erect penis to initiate sex in a cab, but enough to keep Fenris aware of what was waiting tonight, Hawke shamelessly smiled at Fenris before whispering the nastiest things in his ears.
"I cannot wait to taste your cock after it's been inside me. I want to clean it with my tongue leaving nary a dirrrrty," Hawke intentionally purred out the rolling R's, "spot until you're all ready to fuck me again."
Fenris didn't comment or speak, only looking forward waiting for his apartment complex to show up.
During those next thirty minutes, she never felt more turned on watching Fenris strain with his erection. He was trying to act calm, ignoring every twitch and throb of hormones in his cock begging to straddle this woman and bury deep inside her.
As the cab pulled to the curb of the street, reaching their destination, Hawke was pulled into Fenris's arms bridal style and out the driver's side barely holding onto her purse in surprise. She felt his muscles strain holding her with one hand while the other fished for his wallet out of his coat pocket. Dropping a hundred sovereign bill into the cabby's hand, Fenris ran into the lobby past the security guard who looked on with envy at the woman he was carrying. Walking up to the elevator, Fenris pressed the button waiting to go up as Hawke took matters into her hands. 'Hand' being the keyword since she wriggled her right hand down the front of his pants, groping the throbbing flesh. Unlike the cab ride, Fenris was losing control much faster since he could feel her soft fingers massage his eager prick. Thankfully, the elevator doors open letting Fenris in only to slam Hawke's back against the nearest wall. He began attacking her neck with small nips and bites from her jaw line to the top of her semi-exposed breast earning an illicit gasp.
Releasing her hand from the playful distraction, Hawke pushed at Fenris to slow down, only to have him ignore her and suckle at her nipple through the cloth. Her aureole puckered under the pressure as she ground her hips into warm restrained hardness. The doors dinged open revealing them at a high floor in the complex looking over the city. She couldn't tell what floor they were on but they were high enough to see the city skyline that would have made a romantic couple swoon. However, swooning was the last thing on their mind. Hawke followed the black-haired man to place her hands on his hips for easy shadow stepping as Fenris fished out his keys, frantically trying to open the door. As Fenris managed to get one lock unlatched, Hawke's hands were "encouraging" him outside his pants to work faster, despite his efforts to think clearly and not break down the door.
With skill and supreme luck, Fenris swung the door open, and miraculously closed it only to open it again, grabbing Hawke this time into the apartment before closing it again. Swinging Hawke over one shoulder, Fenris jerked his shirt open before working onto his pants and walked towards his bedroom. Entering the room was a test, because he wanted to take Hawke on the bed, but her wriggling ass was distracting him from reaching it.
A loud smack erupted in the hallway making Hawke gasp in slight pain before she was placed onto the bed. Rubbing her ass in pain sobered up the foggy haze in her mind. Not that Hawke cared, but she needed to be somewhat drunk or else this moment would be something like a dream and she really did end up with Vaughan.
A deep rumble was suddenly at her ears with callous hands rubbing her hips and stinging bottom.
"I'm sorry for the action but you were becoming..." Fenris moved his hands to cup her wet mound rubbing through the thin fabric as he hovered over her, "an awful distraction. Would it be fair if I were to make it up to you?"
He leaned towards her mouth nibbling on her lower lip before attacking her mouth with hunger. Hawke squirmed under him trying to take it further, only to have his hands grab her wrists and pin each to the side of her face. "No...I want you insane woman, like you had me in that cab."
Without another word, he unlatched the strap holding her dress in place pulling it down to free her breasts. Hawke became a little annoyed knowing men had this instinct for breasts, but she really didn't want that one part eating up all the attention. Tugging at Fenris' hair, she pushed him lower towards her moist center that was begging for contact the entire encounter. Taking her hint with wicked delight he attacked her wet fold through the cloth rubbing vigorously with his fingers.
In a sudden motion, Fenris latched his mouth over her breast lightly biting on her nipple as his thumb flicked over her bud. Hawke felt a keen escape her lips from the dual sensations bombarded on her. Fenris' tongue swirled over the aureole before his teeth clamped down pulling her nipples back, slightly stretching them. She pulled at his hair as her breathing became quick and light as Fenris growled in delight looking at her.
Moving his hands away from their ministrations, Fenris worked at his pants that were restraining his need to be free. As he pulled himself out the contact of cold air made him twitch as Hawke looked down with lust. Reading her mind, Fenris reached up to move her hand over his length encasing their fingers around the hot flesh. "Tell me Hawke...How badly do you want me, woman?"
Hawke couldn't hear him properly over the pounding of blood in her ears as she felt every vein pulse in her hands. Looking down, she noticed the weird body tattoo spiraling around his body, until, Fenris blocked her view leaning their foreheads together.
"How badly..." Fenris moved her hand with his on every word for emphasis, "do you want me? Because you can feel how badly I want you."
Moving their hands in a steady tempo, Fenris moved closer swallowing up her minuscule cries moving his tongue like a snake entwining hers. Hawke arched her back off the mattress to feel more of Fenris as his length and mouth were not enough. Feeling her greed mingle with lust, she tried to move his cock across her wet garment to show how much she wanted him. However, reading her wrong, Fenris moved away with a wicked smile on his lips watching Hawke bite at her lips from the lack of warmth.
His hands wandered back over to Hawke, removing her dress, along with her underwear as she proceeded to slide out of her pumps. What lay in sight was a woman with soft dark skin and slightly toned muscles from either trips to the gym or a very physical job.
I can only imagine she's also flexible for what I have in mind. he thought darkly before sliding a finger inside rubbing his thumb along the dark curls.
Feeling her tighten around his digit with each slow thrust, Fenris laid down on the bed moving her on top of him in opposite directions. Staring up at her dripping mound, he licked his lips as the mattress shifted and hot breathes stuttered over him along with warm wet lips kissing along his length. Her tongue slid down along the underside, ignoring the tickles from his hair running back towards the tip. She suckled on the tip flicking her tongue around his swollen head coating it in her saliva and licking a bit inside his urethra before suckling again.
Fenris felt all the heat inside pool around that single point in his mind that focused her tongue encircling his penis trapped in the cave of her mouth. If he spent a few more minutes he would be in heaven feeling beyond satisfied, but he had no intention of wasting himself in her mouth. Griping her hips, Fenris pulled her back towards his mouth that eagerly awaited its meal. Hawke sat up straight as her insides coiled slowly in a tight spiral as Fenris' tongue licked inside her. It felt like a long time the last she remembered Anders going down on her that the sensation felt new and exciting. Her hips moved in small circles every time his tongue flicked across her bud earning a gasp to escape or a finger delved inside, curling to the side, making her breathes feel short. Bending back down, Hawke laid her forehead against the base of his penis. Losing several inches needed to swallow his member left Hawke with the option to play with her hands.
Feeling content, she gripped him slow and soft to match the pulse in his veins noting how hot it was surrounding him. Feeling his pulse weaken so did her hand manipulations, however, her hands stopped as her spine went electric from his wonderful tongue. Hawke couldn't tell what it was he was doing with his tongue, but it felt absolutely marvelous. Fenris was wrangling his tongue in impressive curves and arcs, forming strange symbols within her moist folds that made Hawke arc her back like a cat from the pleasure. It felt like his tongue was a paintbrush applying pressure in her heat that was the canvas. How far from the truth that was... Fenris was thinking in his head bits of nursery rhymes from grade school concerning the Arcanum alphabet. Something he didn't think he would appreciate remembering in another country or apply in such a useful method.
Hawke let out a ragged gasp as his tongue made the quick flickers, from one continuous stroke to another. Fenris gripped his hands over her hips keeping her in place as he worked on the letters L, N, M, O, and P, trying to keep her from moving around. This was proving to be harder to maintain as she kept wiggling her hips with every flick on his tongue.
Hawke was feeling light headed as her sight became blurry. She hadn't been paying attention to the sensation of Fenris's tongue on her, until, what felt like a second of him catching his breath turned into a minute of nothing. Moving around on the bed, Hawke slowly noticed that her skin was touching the cool silk bed sheets. Hawke tried not to focus on how smooth they felt against her nipples. She looked off to her left noticing him rummage through his cabinet draws fervently, looking for something with one hand, while his other hand was pumping along his length. Hawke moved rather sluggishly in a dream state, thinking this might be a very detailed dream, but pushed it aside for the alcohol finally taking effect. She whined a bit loudly thinking any moment she would pass out and forget this wonderful moment, even if her motives were born out of jealousy.
Fenris turned around when he heard her slight protest. The condom he was frantically searching for slipped on rather rough, but when he felt it was finally secure, he sauntered back towards the bed.
Leaning over on his knees, Fenris pulled Hawke's hair playfully before dipping down to kiss her neck.
"Hey, sorry for leaving you unattended," he whispered darkly in her ear. "But I had to make sure." He looked down to admire his erection and then flipped Hawke onto her back.
Lifting her knees up to his chest, Fenris looked down noticing her breasts heave from the anticipation and waiting of what would come next. Chuckling darkly, he gripped his length firmly sliding it along Hawke's moist slit, feeling her twitch and jerk. Slow with grim determination, Fenris put the tip inside stopping to relish the sensation of how warm and tight she was. Then again, that was only the tip of the iceberg, as that lame saying went. Moving forward, he added more inches into her, watching as her face contorted with pleasure until his hips met hers. Fenris fought the reflex to thrust hard into her, no matter how he desperately wanted to, only slowly with shallow thrusts taking his time. Hawke, on the other hand, shifted herself in a different position that had her trembling from a certain spot being hit. Fenris felt the constrictions of her walls as he picked up the pace pounding into her with rising vigor. He muttered in Arcanum leaning over to suckle a nipple as Hawke dug one hand into his hair and the other fisting the sheets.
"Please, s-slo. Slow down." She moaned softly over the sounds of slapping flesh.
"Te potest iustum denique mulier. In facto," Fenris declared in a heavy voice laden with purpose. He hooked his hands under her shoulders, pulling her up into a seating position with him. "Ego tibi alium post ruinam."
Fenris rolled his hips away from Hawke leaving her less filled, earning a simpering whine. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pushed back down in protest. Fenris closed his eyes and focused on the warm sensation. His face moved into her breasts and he deliberately heated her swollen glands with his breath. Biting down on a nipple, Fenris suckled ravenously as his hands moved to grip her ass.
"Yes...yes, quod suus eam, uti crura." He growled gripping her ass tightly.
Reacting to his voice, Hawke moved on command lifting herself off before dropping back down onto his thick shaft earning another deep moan. The pace between the two alternated, between maddeningly slow and unbelievably fast, from each thrust, slap and grind. Hawke was losing her mind from the feeling of Fenris inside her, muttering in Arcanum against her shoulder, with each snap of her hips. She felt she could go on forever in this position, using her thighs to push and pull, not wanting the night to end. Sadly, she was only mortal needing rest and nourishment, one of many things, that limited them both. One such limit had Fenris near his peak wanting to explode from the pleasure, but he forced himself to wait. It wouldn't be a gentleman idea to come first.
Laying down on his back, tugging at a nipple one last time, Fenris gripped Hawke's hips as she pulled away only to slam her down as he thrusted. Hawke's surprise was delayed until she felt the tremors from the first thrust mingle with the second thrust.
Then a third, harder than the last.
Then a fourth, that caused her hands to balance on his chest.
Then a fifth, that left no pacing or rhythm between them.
Fenris felt his chest tighten around his lungs as his hips piston under her, trying to savor the feeling for a bit longer. Closing his eyes as his hands gripped tighter, Fenris pumped into Hawke mercilessly knowing she would have to come with or without him. His thumb pressed down onto her nub rubbing it furiously and his breath became ragged. Without warning, he felt a constricting feeling around his cock. Hawke's hands had balled into fists, gripping at his skin as her back shuddered violently. Fenris soon followed suite with a few sporadic thrusts, until his muscles suddenly locked, emptying himself into the condom.
Hawke had fallen off to his side, to catch her breathe. It felt as if she had been fucking him for five solid months. She almost believed it, until she turned her head and saw the wolfish grin on his face. Her eyes blinked slowly as Fenris pulled her against his chest, locking her in a heated kiss. He had failed to notice that she had started to fall asleep.
Fenris awoke the next morning feeling a bit groggy and thirsty beyond hell as he slowly stretched out his muscles. A slight twinge of pain shot up in his thighs before he sat up trying to rub out the Charlie horse. He wondered what made him pull a muscle there, until he noticed the condom still wrapped around his limp penis. Thankfully, the wine didn't make him blackout drunk and he remembered every vivid detail of what had occurred last night. Taking notice of the crumpled sheets, and ruined dress peeking under them, he noticed his bed partner was not there... and his dresser drawers were open wide. Jumping out of the bed, he looked inside them noting nothing of importance was taken. Importance being the .35 he kept in his sock drawer and his notebook, but instead, he noticed a missing pair of pants and shirt.
For once, he was glad to be meticulous and detail oriented, but a little mad that Hawke couldn't have woken him up and asked him or made breakfast for him. Yet, from his perspective, he shouldn't be sad about a one night stand, even if it was the best he had had recently. Pulling the condom off, Fenris maneuvered himself over to his trash bin only to find a small black designer wallet on the floor. Flinging the knotted condom into the bin, and ignoring the strangely than usual, sticky substance on the surface, he leafed through the contents noticing several hundred sovereign bills inside with a couple of fancy credit cards. Counting the money, wondering who would have this much spending money on their person, Fenris looked over for the owner's id noticing it pictured with a familiar face. A smile crept onto his face as he looked at the driver license taking note of the name.
Five months later...
Hawke sat down in the lounge area watching people pass by as the PA overhead occasionally set out departures and landings. So far, the divorce went somewhat pleasantly well, if you considered Anders didn't flip his shit on her in the same room as their lawyers or in private. But, thankfully, they managed to reach an agreement of sorts even with the prenup before a previous unexpected event about her job offer came. She kept what was hers, as she planned, without being malicious to Anders... even though she had a right. Things went surprisingly well even though her plans time line were way off course for her supposed trip to Seheron.
She felt a little sad looking at the random people wondering what they were doing, where they were going for their trips, or if any of them were in the same situation as her. Sighing softly, she heard heavy footsteps come up behind her with an odd smell.
"They didn't have savory or spicy, so I got you a healthier choice of plain flavor." Aveline smiled down handing Hawke a tofu hotdog as she sat down next to her. Hawke begrudgingly ate into the abomination, wishing it was the gyro she was hungering for earlier.
"Thank you Avy... still you didn't have to stay with me for this. I'll be fine on my own." Hawke scrunched up her face at the aftertaste.
"Still Hawke, I would have come either way whether you liked it or not. Plus, it would have been rude of me to let you off in such a state."
"Aveline...I know you worry, but I can assure you everything will work out. Izzy apparently has a condo I can use until I am settled with my own living place and finish my office training."
"Still the people you're working for are known for a family image with a slight tolerance for single people unless you are dedicated to the job. I mean, in your current state..."
"They won't," Hawke growled snarfing down the mock dog before wiping her face with a napkin.
"Which is what I hope goes well. I mean it's bad enough they're in the dark, but I don't need them to contact Anders just so he can find out?"
"He's going to find out either way regardless. I mean, since the divorce he's been a little unhinged, but this is on a completely different level of irresponsible, Hawke. He is going to demand...are you alright?"
"Oh nothing. Just nothing." Hawke tried to hide the grimace on her face with visible failure. "...ooh headache."
Aveline jumped out of her chair rubbing her childhood friend's back affectionately while holding her hand. "You sure I can't just help you get on the plane first? I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem."
"No, it's ok...I'm just more worried on how the little bastard comes up after I don' get what I'm craving."
"Are we talking about the headache or something else entirely?" Aveline asked with a secret mirth to her smile.
"Hahaha, laugh it up man hands..." Hawke smiled before the PA system blared to life.
"Attention. The 13:06 flight to Seheron will be departing shortly. Will all handicap and disabled passengers please come to gate E4 for early boarding."
Aveline stood up grabbing the overnight bag at her feet rubbing her friend's shoulder. "C'mon Hawke that means you."
"Right right. Have to remember I'm made of glass around you people." Standing up proved to be an almost impossible task before Aveline hauled her up, without breaking a sweat, using her said 'man hands'.
"Right. I love you too, Hawke."
Hawke looked at her with mock annoyance before waddling over to the gate conveniently five feet from their current position grousing along the way. Aveline only shook her head, pressing a securing hand to her belly, before helping her onto the plane.
As they meet with the flight attendant going over their tickets, they never noticed a strange pair olive of eyes watching them. Thankfully, he wasn't noticed by Hawke, with his hair not dyed this time, looking at a file folder, before pulling out his phone. Hitting speed dial waiting on the rings he watched Hawke with a secret smile, before the other end was answered.
"I take it you're at the Airport?"
"Yes, she's boarding the plane with Judge Hendyr assisting. What are the details for this job?"
"...I need you to keep tabs on her, doesn't matter how you do it, but stay close to her without setting off alarms."
Fenris put his file away into his suitcase, zipping up the contents, before heading towards the same gate. "And the other details concerning..."
"Get me a blood sample after she delivers. After that, you'll be paid in double after I set up the papers."
"Understood." Fenris hanged up the phone turning it off as he boarded the plane grinning. It was funny his job was usually boring and never this exciting with a familiar face he remembered.
Fenris only wondered if she would remember him.
A/N: Wow this story took almost 7 months to write and Im no where near done with ABM4...damn you classes. I thought I write all the thank yous appropriate for this. I like to thank Makmoore for being my beta, Letticiae for secret beta testing, Zeden for the final collab push in getting this written up quickly before my finals...and you the reader for taking the time for reading this little train wreck. So, cya soon? Oh also the Latin words...Hehehe best you look up for yourself.