A/N: This story is dedicated to my wonderfully talented friend, Shink. Had it not been for our mutual love of Fenris, we would have never met. You've always inspired me to be a better writer. I hope this story makes you smile.

To my followers who have been waiting for another Fenris story since Equilateral … I'm baaaaaack! This story is basically an excuse for me to explore the intimate relationship between Fenris and Hawke. Expect a lot of smut. There will also be some brief descriptions here and there of Fenris' abuse as a slave, so this story may be triggering for some. I will mark any especially triggering chapters beforehand.

These first three chapters were beta'd by the incredible ApolloWings. Enjoy!


"If there is a future to be had, I will walk into it gladly at your side."

Three long years have passed since he left her, so long that Hawke feels she may be dreaming. She's waited for this moment, she's wanted him for so long, that when he asks for her forgiveness, she gives no hesitation. Fenris' lips brush against hers, and she nearly sways in the comfort of his arms. He holds her, one hand cautiously sitting at the small of her back. She can smell the polish he uses to clean his swords, and a hint of leather from his jerkin permeates the air around them. The kiss is teeth, quieted sighs, and exploratory nudges of tongue. She never wants this moment to end, can feel tears of joy brimming behind closed eyes. She loves him, impossibly so, and even though he walked away from her years ago, there's been no one else, save for a shared kiss with Anders. She ended her brief flirtation with the mage before things could progress any further, Hawke not wanting to risk any possible chance at losing Fenris, even if he'd told her he couldn't be with her. No, her body has remained untouched since his hands were last upon her skin. And Maker, how she keens at the sensation of his lithe body pressed to her own.

His kisses become heated and urgent, and Fenris holds her close to him. The heat from his body is incredible, and she wants nothing more than to feel him everywhere at once. She thinks to slow things down - that they should wait. The last time they'd done this it had been too much for him. She fears him running once more, but her body gives way to want and desire. Three years of longing and secretly pining unravel in his kiss. His hands are grasping at her hair, tugging on her robes, and she needs this. Needs him as direly as she needs air in her lungs.

They topple onto his bed. She's grasping at his shoulders. His fingers move insistently along the laces and buttons that hold her clothes together, baring skin with an eagerness that is surprising but most definitely wanted and reciprocated. Soon, they lay naked before one another.

"Hawke," Fenris keens, his green eyes pleading with her own. They lay on their sides, facing one another. The fire from the hearth bathes them in gentle light. Longing reflects in his eyes. And love, it's there too, even if they've not said the words. She loves him, and knows he loves her. He's shown it in many ways. It's in the crest of her house that's attached to his armour. It's in the red ribbon he'd taken from her hair and has worn around his wrist ever since their first night together. It's in the way he gazes at her from afar when he thinks she doesn't notice. And now, it's in the plea of her name. She knows he wants her just as bad as she wants him. Knows that with his inexperience that she will need to guide him through this, as she had before. Knows that his lyrium markings pain him, and she will have to be careful where she touches him. She smiles, and strokes his face tenderly, and he nuzzles into her touch, as if a man starved.

Hawke presses her lips to his, kissing him softly with less urgency. A hand falls upon her breast, tentative touches that caress her stiff nipple. She sighs into his mouth, pressing closer to him still. His erection is heavy against her belly. She lets him know her touch is coming by lightly running a hand down his arm, and ghosts it over his stomach. He twitches when she touches him there, followed by a pleasured rumble in his chest. She runs a finger along his member, from base to tip, slowly introducing him to her touch. He shudders, and she loves how sensitive he is to her touch.

One of his hands slides down her hip, moves inwards towards her pubic bone. She lets her knees fall apart. Fenris pulls away from their kiss, and meets her eyes.

"It's alright," she nods her head, and his fingers delve into her folds. He tentatively explores her, running fingers up and down her slit. She wraps a hand around his member and he closes his eyes, a soft moan passing through his lips. He dips a finger into her, and Maker, she needs more of him. She does not care that she is ill prepared - three years of waiting is all the foreplay she needs.

"Fenris," she sighs. "Fenris, I want you inside of me."

He is quick to move, climbing in between her legs. He looks down at her with moss green eyes, eyes that are filled with wonder and promise. She strokes his cheek, and he pushes inside of her. She gasps and Fenris' eyes clench shut as he hisses through his teeth. He lowers his head to the crook of her neck and breathes her name into her ears. The sound of his voice laced with such pleasure, pleasure she's caused, makes her insides flutter, and she clamps around him.

He moves with measured thrusts, slow and controlled. Hawke wraps her legs around his waist, allowing him to plunge deeper within her. Each slide of him easing through her causes her to see stars. But he is moving far too slow for her liking.

"More. I need more," she whines against his ear, capturing the lobe in her mouth, and she sucks. He gasps loudly.

"Hawke," Fenris grunts. "If I move any faster I will not last long."

"It's okay. Please." she begs, and he complies. His hips buck into her, faster than before. She closes her eyes, enjoying every thrust he gives her. She can scarcely believe it is Fenris who is making love to her. Fenris, the man she has spent six years longing for. Fenris, pleasuring her with his toned body that has shielded her from harm more times than she can count. Fenris, moaning with his gravelly voice that melts her whenever he speaks. Fenris, the man that she loves. Fenris. She is fit to burst, and just needs that extra push. She sneaks a finger in between their bodies, circling her nub once, twice, and then, Hawke is coming apart, moaning his name as she grips onto his shoulder with her unbusied hand. A second later, he lets outs a deep groan, and spills his seed inside of her. The world slows around them, dizzying her senses. She looks up to see he's staring down at her, admiration across his features. He leans down, kisses the top of her head, before sliding out of her and rolling onto his side next to her. She turns on her side so they are nose to nose.

Fenris smiles. "That was … ."

"Wonderful?" she asks hopefully.

"In a word." He kisses her forehead once more.

She's afraid to ask, but feels she must. "Did you … experience any memories this time?" Her heart races, afraid for the worst. Afraid that he will shy away from her once more if they've returned. Fenris frowns, and she panics.

"No."

"What is it?"

Fenris sighs. "Tonight proves that I wasted years hiding away from your touch, all for nothing. We could have been happy together, all this time."

"We're together now, that's all that matters." Hawke runs a finger under his chin. Fenris' expression softens again.

"Nothing in this world could part me from your side. Not even death."

She kisses him with every ounce of her being. Nothing could make her happier than the gift he's just given her. His heart.