Fenris sat in his run down "borrowed" mansion. He had just returned from the Holding Caves. He had killed Hadrianna, and for that he smiled. The reason he frowned was how he acted when the one mage he cared for tried to console him. Lillithe Hawke had been worried about him. The hurt look in her eyes as he snatched his shoulder from her grasp, and the heartbroken look when he went on a rampage about the evils of magic. Never mind that Hadrianna had just told him that he had a sister.

'Do I believe the bitch? What if she was telling the truth? What if it's a trap? If Hadrianna knew ,then certainly Denarius knows,' Fenris thought as he stood up and started pacing. The dim light of the dying fire illuminated his white hair. He was so engrossed in his thoughts he didn't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs.

"If you keep pacing like that you'll wear a hole in the floor." The object of his frustration stood leaning against the door frame. Her waist length auburn hair, usually pulled up into an intricate bun, was down and moved gently to a slight breeze wafting through the mansion. Her emerald green eyes shone brightly with amusement as a small smirk played along her freshly painted red lips. He didn't dare let his eyes wander further.

"Hawke... I... I didn't hear you approach," Fenris blinked.

"That's unlike you, Fenris," Lillithe pushed off the door frame and walked towards the white haired elf. "What's on your mind?" she asked, her bright green eyes shining with concern.

'Yes, you,' he thought to himself, but he said out loud: "I'm sorry about earlier... I took my anger out on you, unjustly so. For that, I apologize." Fenris turned his back on the subject of his fascination.

"I didn't know where you went," Lillithe said, approaching him. Slowly and gently she placed her hand on his shoulder, the memory of the last time she had made this move still fresh on her mind. Only when his mossy green eyes met her emerald ones did she continue. "I was concerned."

Fenris smiled one of his rare soft smiles. He slowly reached up and caressed her cheek gently. He took a step forward, slowly closing the distance between them. She resisted the urge to lean into his hand.

"I was confused between Hadrianna's confession and everything I said to you. I didn't think you would want to see me for a while. I said some awful things to you. I need you to know that I didn't mean any of it. Magic has been the cause of some of the most terrible things in my life. If I seem bitter, it's not without cause," he confessed. His eyes slowly scanned her face, from her cat-like eyes to the soft flush of her cheeks to her plump pouty lips and that's where they stopped. "I wanted to stop, but I couldn't," his voice barely a whisper.

"What do you mean?" Lillithe said, breathlessly. The heat in her cheeks slowly grew as she felt Fenris' eyes land on her lips.

"This hate... This anger... To know it was them who instilled it in me... Hadrianna who deny my meal, hounded my sleep, and I was helpless to defend myself and she knew it. I'm glad I finally got to crush that bitch's heart. May she rot," Fenris growled. Lillithe visibly shivered at his tone. "And then you... Even after all the nasty things I said you still come and check on me. Why?"

"Because you are my friend, and I care for you deeply, Fenris," Lillithe confessed, her cheeks glowing brighter red.

"As I you." Lillithe felt her heart skip a beat at Fenris' soft words. "Command me to stop and I will," Fenris said as he closed the distance between them. His eyes begging her not to.

"Why would I?" she replied, her thoughts fogged with desire. And stop he didn't. He crushed his lips to her's, roughly pressing her against a wall; as she slowly snaked her arms around his neck and pressed deeper into the kiss.

AN: I don't own any part of Dragon Age 2. So what do you all think of chapter 1. Will continue soon :)