So here's a new story from my diabolical mind. Lovely isn't it?
This is a series of one-shots. Some of the stories come directly from scenes in the game while others come from the moments in between. I do my best to make each scene original and interesting while using some, but not a lot of dialog from the came. We've all played it; we don't need to read it again.
I hope you enjoy my take on things.
Disclaimer: Bioware owns everything. I'm okay with that.
Part 1 of ? – Take Your Time
"Command me to go and I shall."
Riley blinked. It was tempting, to command him to do something. The wild wolf under her command, but if she did ever command him to do something it would not be to leave – especially when he looked at her like that. Just the way he said those words made her shiver.
Riley could tell that he was straining against his restraints. How long could he last? How long could she wait for his release?
With deliberate slowness Riley stepped closer to him, her garments brushing slightly over his chest plate. One hand rose up to play with the edges of the sharp metal that protected him so often, "Command you?" She said softly, "You would never even listen to me if I tried. Tell me Fenris," Her fingers moved lower towards his hips, "If I did command you, would you leave?" He looked confused and hurt. Perhaps even a bit embarrassed. Riley smirked, "Because if you did, I would be severely disappointed. You walked in here with such determination to do such..." she paused licking her lips, "delicious things."
Growling Fenris took her mouth with his; satisfied with her answer. It was a fierce and passionate as Riley had hoped. She had dreamed of this moment for ages. They had been dancing around this for months and here it was, with wild abandon. It was the first time she had allowed anything in the last seven years to be wild or abandoned and it felt good.
Not to be out down Riley responded in kind. The devourer became the devoured as Riley assaulted him. It was intoxicating, the way he felt, the way he tasted. She had been with men before. Passing flings that were good for a quick tussle in the sheets. She had desired them and then she had them. Nothing more. But Fenris had eluded her; toyed with and made her want him more with every word he spoke.
She couldn't stop her hands as they roamed over his armor. It was in the way, but that could wait. First she wanted more, no needed, to taste him more.
Riley was a take-charge kind of girl who got what she wanted it when she wanted it. Granted she did not have very many wants of her own, but with a man like Fenris, it seemed like she wanted something devilishly delicious from him every time he was in the room. His light moans fueled her desires as she pushed him against the wall and started kissing down his neck.
The salty taste coupled with the light, throaty gasp had her smiling. If he like that, then he would love this.
Ever so slowly and gently Riley started to nibble and suck at his neck. His pulse pounded under lips. She had never felt so powerful in her life.
Slowly Fenris seemed to right himself. First one hand then the other began her slow and steady march over the curves of her hips. One slid up and the other down. The feeling of the cold metal of his gauntel on her flushed skin made her shiver in a very, very good way.
Pausing in her onslaught, Riley licked the spot where she had been sucking. The momentary lapse seemed to be just the opening that Fenris had been looking for and with a deep growl he captured her mouth with his.
It was quick and short.
"I believe," He groaned out, pulling back a hair's breath, "You wanted to see my determination."
Riley moved her lips up to his ear, her hands burying themselves in his hair, "You are right." She felt him shiver and smirked. Maker's breath, he was addictive. She rolled herself off of him and whispered, "Have your way with me if you must."
Fueled by his determination, Fenris covered her, pressing Riley into the wall and taking both her hands in his, pinning them over her head, "With pleasure."
And pleasure it was as he allowed his other hand running it over her curves. With his lips, he ghosted kisses across her brow, in her hair, across her neck, and soon Riley was squirming, trying to capture his lips every time they passed hers. She could feel him smile every time she reached out attempting to steal a kiss. Damn him.
"Is there something wrong?" He whispered, his voice dripping with sarcasm instead of his usual distain. He loved having the upper hand, she could tell. His hand slipped under the hem of her robe, hiking it up with every inch his hand rose up her soft thigh.
"You are such a bastard sometimes." She growled out arching into him as he nipped her neck.
"Yet you still love me." It was out of his mouth before he could stop it.
Riley blinked. Had he just said what she thought he had said? His hands tightened on her wrist, the claws of his gauntlets biting into her skin. Riley winced. Yes he had said it.
She wasn't sure he had truly noticed the depth of her feelings or if they were a reflection of his own, but if she wanted this to continue she had to quell his rising insecurities this moment.
"I do." He relaxed his hold on her, the shocked registering on his face. Fenris had always been tightlipped about his past, but Riley didn't need to be a psychic to know that he had never heard a revelation like this.
It was getting too heavy. She knew she had feelings for the elf, deeper and greater than she had felt for any man, but he didn't need to know that yet. They could leave it at this for now.
Removing her hands from his loosened grip she reached out to take the hand off her thigh. She needed to get this back on it's original course - towards her bed room.
Bringing his wrist to her mouth, Riley smiled at him, her eyes hooded with desire, "I would also love to get you out of that armor."
She could see his eyes darken and his nostril's flare. It was exactly what she had hoped for and was fully prepared to take him up to her room when his eyes narrowed, filling with anger.
Quickly Fenris hulled her over towards the fire. Riley was shocked for a moment, but when he started inspecting her newly acquired wounds, her heart melted. Andraste's Grace, she really did love his man, still those words in their entirety could come later.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, gently running his metallic spiked fingers over the angry red marks.
"It's alright. You didn't mean to."
"I should have controlled myself."
Controlled him self? That was as far from her desire as it could be, "Tonight isn't about control Fenris." She said, her eyes filled with determination and desire, "If you show any, I swear I'll beat you into next week." He smiled softly at that, "But if you really want to make it up to me you can always do what my mother did."
Fenris raised an eyebrow, "Oh? And what was that?" He stepped closer to her, almost touching.
She smirked, her lips barely touching his; "She would always kiss my scrapes to make them better."
Their breath mingled, but neither of them moved, "I believe I can do that."
"I'm sure you can." Riley ran her hands down his arms, "Once we get you out of that armor."
"That might take a while."
"Don't worry," She said, smiling as she lead him upstairs, "We have all night."
Tada! That's it folks. I've already got, wow 20 more pages written, but they all need to be edited and some parts just completely scrapped. This is consuming my life right now, so expect me to (a) finish this one and (b) update fairly regularly.
Please be kind and review.
-Galexz
