Anders had that dream again.
The one where she admitted her love for him.
Where Justice would finally give in and understand that she was a necessary distraction, a reason for them to keep fighting for the freedom of all mages, especially her.
She was wearing that slinky red dress from Satinalia, the one that cut right above her knees and had a plunging neckline and showed off the expanse of her back. She came to him wearing only this, and nothing underneath. He could make out the outlines of her nipples bare underneath the silk and he moaned, Maker he needed her. It hugged the curve of her hips and highlighted her delicious arse, how he could just watch her hips sway as she walked – he was convinced she did it on purpose, much like Isabela.
Her lips were plump and the same bright red as her dress, and he watched, hypnotized as she grinned, and said those magic words. "I love you. I love you, Anders. I truly do. Damn the consequences, stay with me forever." He traced a thumb over her cheek as a tear streamed down, the words hurting to come out and hurting for him to hear. The good kind of hurt, the hurt that meant you had just found something worth dying for.
Instead of words he laid her down and ripped her dress in half, his muscles flexing as he grabbed her waist and pinned her down… to taste her. She always smelled like honey and he knew the minute his tongue touched that sensitive golden skin what would lay for him there. He lapped at her, his tongue prodding and sliding over every right spot until blood trickled down his shoulder, her nails embedded there in the throes of passion. Of course, she'd try heal it later and of course, he wouldn't let her.
When she was letting out dry sobs of passion and he knew she couldn't take anymore, he slid off his clothes with quickness and buried himself in her before she even had a chance to acclimate. He moved in hard, long fast bursts and she was so wet and tight. She was all his. She'd bite down on his shoulder as he plunged into the sweetest softest spot inside her, until he drove them both home.
That dream, and many like those over the past three years plagued his sleep and he'd wake up aching until he'd take himself in hand, stroking away his need for her. His Hawke.
Although it felt excellent to relieve himself, it wasn't enough.
Damn Justice, damn the Templars and damn the consequences.
Today when she would come to the clinic, he would tell her just what she meant to him and then he would have her the way he did in all his dreams, only if she felt the same, and then he would stay with her forever.
This is my FIRST EVER submitted fan fiction. I've read so many on this site lurking that I've decided it's finally time to get something out there. So let me know what you think, any suggestions or comments and also if there's any ideas of things you'd like to see me write about in the future. Thank you so much!
-I do not own these characters, Bioware does.-