I can't remember a time where Fenris looked more adorable to me than he does right now. His nose has just the smallest fleck of flour on it, and he looks so frustrated. I don't think he ever expected baking to be so difficult, but then again, I didn't expect it to be so difficult for him either.

On the other hand, this is part of his reading lessons. He's doing so well, and I love that he isn't wearing a shirt just because he doesn't want to have to wash it after. (In truth, I would have done it - but any excuse to get his clothes off works for me.)

"I need one-half cup of water, and just a few more eggs, please." He looks up at me with those viridian eyes and my heart swells with pride. Only a month into his reading and he's caught on so quickly! Most likely because we read to one another after making love - and we do that very often. He even picked out this recipe himself. I make him and the gang honey cakes every now and then, and he's decided it's his turn. We agreed not to tell them, we want to see if they notice the difference. Isabela and Varric will die laughing when they find out he baked, but I don't want him to be discouraged by saying that now.

I hand him the eggs and water and I can't help but watch those lyrium lined hands, so strong and his brow furrowed with determination to get everything right. I haven't hovered over him, trying my best to make him nervous - but from what I see he's doing just fine.

He looks happy now. He knows I'm watching him and his eyes are kind as he looks up for me, and I am overcome with happiness and it makes me grin so hard that I bite my lip just to try to hold it in. He makes me feel like sunshine.

Now, the look in his eyes is changing. He wants me, and I know it. I am always willing, always loving and accepting his every embrace. There was a time that his affections didn't come so freely, and after so many years of yearning for him after our night together I will never let him go again, and I will take when he is ready to give.

He licks his lips and he eyes me and suddenly I am prey to my wolf, and his eyes never leave my body when he wipes his hands on a towel and tosses it onto the counter.

Bracing my body when he charges, I let out a laugh that makes him join me, and he covers me in kisses, squeezing me tight to him and claiming my mouth softly. There is so much passion in every single touch, and I love the way his hands feel on my bare skin as he lifts up my shirt.

It doesn't matter that we're not alone in the house. It's gotten to the point that no matter what room we're in, the servants know to knock. What can I say? We like to take advantage of every moment.

He lets me go only for a moment, to grab the jar of warm honey and I watch him lick his lips as he opens it, and pours it down my chest.

It's going to be a long night.