"What in Andraste's name is this?! What have you done to him!" Hawke sat up, her covers splayed as she got up to confront this boy who crept into her chambers. She had been at Skyhold a little over a month now, still trying to secure a meeting with her warden contact. It was during this time that the strange blonde lad, who clearly needed heartier meals and a decent night's rest, mentioned something about her needing Fenris. If she only knew then that the creature was serious, carrying the sleeping elf on his back as he made his way through the tower window.

"He's only asleep. He won't remember me," he gingerly slid Fenris from his back and onto the nearby sofa, "and neither will you. Forget!" and with a puff of smoke, all Hawke knew was that her love was asleep in front of her, and she was trying to determine whether to wake him.

His hair had grown since they left Kirkwall, he tied it back now when he was focused on something important. The crisp white strands clung to his cheeks, peaceful now as he dreamed. His dark skin, once smooth from living in the abandoned mansion, now took on its familiar roughness around his hands from months of living on the run from fleeing the chantry. There was nothing she didn't find intoxicating about him.

She decided to neither wake him or let him sleep; rather, she would simply nuzzle herself up to him and let him decide whether to rise. She chuckled at her unintended pun, making herself a mental note to repeat it to Varric later. Without his usual armor and gauntlets, it was easy to bury in close to him and rest her head against his bare arm, only a light tunic to separate their skin. He breathed deeply as he always did while he slept peacefully, which is what stirred him. A smile crossed his lips.

"Mmmm…" he moaned against her hair. Now unable to resist, she turned and brushed his olive cheeks with her lips, stopping right before his pointed ear.

"Sleep well, my love?"

His lips parted to a knowing smile, his eyes still closed. "If I didn't know any better, I would say I have stumbled into quite a nice dream," he feathered his hands along her sides, resting on the curve of her hip, "for this is far too lovely to be possible."

She giggled back before her lips continued their journey up to the point of his ear and nibbling the tip. Remembering how this drove him wild, she knew this would be the trick. Being away from her love for so long, she wasn't about to waste any time. And neither was he.

He opened his eyes and rolled himself atop her, straddling her sides with his lean legs. His eyes were wide and wild, his sleep still clouding his reasoning as to how he could've got there with her. But questions could come later as now was the time to satiate their longing for one another, which would undoubtedly last until the day's first light.

"You are never to leave me again, human," he gasped between his panting breaths, recovering from the fervor of their reunion. She lay upon his bare chest, feeling his restless heartbeat keeping pace with her own. Her lips parted to a smile as she propped herself up on her elbow to see him.

"And risk your wrath? I wouldn't dream of it," she pressed her brow against his, tickling his nose with gentle kisses. He let out a contented sigh.

"Then I am a very happy man,"

"Don't say that just yet. Recall I still have business to attend to while I am here, business I am sure you will find rather dull in short order," he moaned at this, turning over and sliding the pillow over his face to keep out the first traces of daylight.

"Why must you jump to the aid of everyone who summons you? Come back with me now and we can find somewhere safe to wait out this rift nonsense,"

"You know me better than that. These fools would waste this golden opportunity to save the world in style if not for me," she pried the pillow off his face, "And besides, you know how Varric gets without me," he chuckled at this and tried to picture the dwarf alone without his favorite human. Somehow, he simply couldn't do it.

"I should be asking how I got here, but to be honest I truly," he peppered her cheek with a kiss to emphasize each word, "Utterly...do not care," he brought his lips to the softness of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. His own smell lingered on her, which pleased him. "The Maker must have known that the hawk needs her wolf."

"Hmm, perhaps you're right," she leaned into his kiss, now slipping lower to her shoulder, nipping at her pale skin, "Though as I recall I was doing just fine before you slinked into my chamber."

"Blasphemy," he hissed against her, pulling her onto him and wrapping her into an embrace that they would not leave from until much too late into the day to be considered decent.

The creature spirit-boy was right: Hawke did need Fenris, and as she laid in his arms she knew that he needed her too. She wished with all her heart that her promise to never leave him would ring true, but something in her nagged at her heart, telling her that the words would prove empty.