She knocks on his door two bottles of wine in hand face streaked with tears. She thought if anyone would be able to sympathise with how she is feeling it would be him.. She was wrong, Fenris doesn't sympathise but he lets her in anyhow.
They sit by the fire not really saying anything just passing the bottle of wine back and forth between them, Fenris on the bench and Bethany sit in the chair, Hawke's chair but at some point during the evening she slides out of it in a fit on tears and ends up sitting on the floor, against his knee. Wide, tear stained eyes looking up at him cursing her sister and that retched abomination.
It was a strict secret how Bethany felt for Anders. Everyday she would be at his clinic helping him with his patience, staying late as they chatted for hours, stealing kisses on rickety old cots, the only one in their group to know was Isabella, who helped them along somewhat. She finally had someone who could understand her life, that she didn't need to hide from, someone she could be happy with. But then Fenris ruined that for her. Walked out on Marian, after their one and only night of love making and she ran straight into the mages arms seeking comfort. Ironic that the man who ruined is all is the one she came to for comfort.
Her head was resting on her hands, which was over his knee. She was shuddering through silent sobs. Fenris could feel the tears soaking through his leggings.
"At least I can be thankful for one thing," she finally gasps lifting her head. "at least I never had sex with him."
Fenris' hand, which was resting uncomfortably on her shoulder, an empty gesture of empathy, gave a quick squeeze. "Yes, that is something." He had no idea how idea how to comfort a crying woman. Hopefully that would be enough.
"He said he was just waiting for me to be ready. Jokes on him though isn't it. I was ready tonight. If he'd just waited one more day he could have bragged about having both of us and been able to compare notes!" She laughed humourlessly. "I should go out and find some random man to just have sex with, let him know I just threw away my virginity! Yes, some nice handsome Templar, he'd hate that. He hates them almost as much as he hates you." She said with a nod in his direction. I look came over her suddenly. Calm, calculating. Fenris knew what she was thinking for he suddenly thought the same thing. The ultimate revenge. He'd punish Hawke for leaping into the arms of that abomination by sleeping with her little sister, and Bethany would get revenge by sleeping with the one person Anders hates more then the Templars.
She turned back to look at the fire, lowering her forehead to rest against his knee, one hand absentmindedly stroking his calf. He took off a gauntlet and ran a hand through her hair. She didn't protest, just sighed deeply. Removing the other glove he continued to gently brush the hair back from her face, slowly drawing her head to the side so she was looking at the fire. Brushing her hair over her shoulder he leans forward and kisses her forehead softly, following on by leaving small butterfly kisses down her temple and across her cheek. While doing this, he runs his hand up and down her arm, leaving a trail of raised hairs as he goes. Her eyes flutter closed and she almost looks serene.
His lips move to her ear licking and sucking on the outer shell as he carefully grazes the back of his fingers down the side of her breast. His lips follow a natural path down her neck and across her jaw. Bethany gasps and arches against his leg, a hand tingling itself in his hair, pulling him down holding him close.
The hand that was gently stroking her moves to her shoulder, pushing one finger under the fabric of her robe, stroking down her shoulder and across her chest with one knuckle, pulling down her clothing at an agonisingly slow place until one breast is free of its bindings. His lips are on hers now as slow and in control as hers are frantic and desperate. He cups her freed bosom, kneading gently with his fingertips, with a thumb circles her nipple.
She pulls away from him, sitting up gasping for air. He had gone to fast. He pulls the robe back up to cover her. "I am sorry," he mumbles into her raven locks. "that was, too fast."
She turns to face him, on her knees. "No, its not that…it's just..." her face is unsure but her mouth sets in a resolute line. Her hands motion to remove her robes before Fenris is on the floor with her holding her hands still, over her chest.
"Don't you know the best part of being given a gift, is the anticipation of being able to unwrap it?" he said with a smirk.
Bethany nodded and blushes looking down at the floor before back at him. She eyed his chest plate. "How do I…?"
Fenris removed the difficult piece of armour for her. It could be tricky if you didn't know what you were doing. Bethany then reached hesitantly forward and pulled his belt loose, throwing it into the corner near the fire then for his tunic, lifting it over his head and letting it drop beside them. She took off his shirt and all he was left with was his black leggings. Her hands gripped his waist, eyes focused on the bulge between his legs. "This seems a little unfair," he said, voice low and seductive. "I am almost completely unclothed, while you, sit there in your robes." he smiled reassuringly at her, letting her know he was only joking.
"There is something-" her voice cracked. "There is something I want to do before I remove my robe. Maker knows I probably wont have the confidence to do it once I have to worry about how I look naked."
A gentle hand lifted her chin, green eyes darkened with desire holding her gaze. "You are a beautiful woman, Bethany. You have nothing to worry about from me." His sincerity ran false to his own ears, but he would be gentle and as loving as he could to her for this night.
She smiled at that and leaned forward to kiss him before whispering against his lips, "Stand up." Maker, he was lanky for an elf, towering above her, as she was on her knees. She ran her hands up and down the side of his legs before coming to fiddle with the string at the crotch. His fastenings were quickly loosened and she pulled his trousers down to his ankles where he kicked them off, her eyes never leaving his erect cock. It was shorter then what she though, just slightly longer then the width of her hand but it was almost as thick as her wrist.
She placed her hands on his hips and shuffled closer. Fenris' hands rested gently on her head, his eyes closed. Taking a deep breath she scrunched up her eyes and took the head of it between her lips. It was weird, hard and hot and smooth against her lips. She ran her tongue around the head and sucked gently, letting it fall from her mouth with a little pop. Above her Fenris let out a curse in a language she didn't recognise. Carefully lifting it with one hand she licked the underside like she was licking an iced lolly in summer, following all the veins and bumps with her tongue she then proceeded to lay little kisses with a small amount of suction randomly all over it before taking it in her mouth again. She hoped she was doing well, Fenris hadn't stopped her but his hand had tightened in her hair. She licked and sucked and was starting to enjoy herself, a hand creeping to feel Fenris' balls when he pulled her away. She was hurt and a little confused for a second before he fell to his knees before her kissing her roughly.
"Any more of that and I do not think we would make it to the main attraction, hmmm?"