Thank you to everyone who has read so far! Didn't expect anyone to enjoy my ramblings!

I love this chapter! It's the final one, which makes me sad (I may write a whole story around these two chapters, not sure). I hate watching movies where first time sex is depicted as this seamless event that is absolutely perfect! Of course it's beautiful and gentle and loving, but it's awkward and fumbly and I wanted to try and capture that as best as I could. I hope I managed.

Enjoy the chapter and as always read and review

At Last

After half an hour of sitting in the chair bored, she'd poured herself a glass of wine and eaten a handful of strawberries. She'd somehow managed to drop some strawberry onto her new dress and her consistent rubbing had left her with a tiny red stain on her dress. She tried not to let it worry her, prayed Anders would be too busy looking at the rest of her to notice the imperfection on an otherwise perfect sculpture.

She walked over to her mirror to steal a glance at herself. She still looked great, everything was still in place. If she squinted her eyes she couldn't even notice the stain, but she knew it was there so would always be able to see it.

Her shoulders heaved with a sigh and she allowed her mind to replay the events of the morning. She had gone to the clinic for her daily visit of Anders, her favourite part of the day, he had been placing a saucer of milk to try and attract strays. She thought it was sweet. He greeted her as he always did, with a smile that made her heart melt. Then he started talking about resisting her. She'd always known he had feelings for her, everyone else told her as much, but she never thought he would act upon them. She turned to him and in her best sultry voice had told him she didn't want him to resist. He had made an almost animalistic noise before lunging himself at her and the next thing she knew his soft lips were claiming hers, his stubble rubbing gently across her chin, his hands cupping her face softly. She felt three years worth of pent up frustration released from his mouth and into hers. She had responded with as much desire and in the heat of the moment had tried to remove his jacket. He had placed his forehead against hers and told her that it wasn't time, he would come to her place that night and if she still wanted him she was to leave the door open.

Seren could still feel his lips upon hers, his stubble against her chin. She ached for him more than she would ever be able to explain. Anders was the first person she'd ever truly loved and although men had shown her interest in the past, she had never been interested in them.

She heard a quiet rustle behind her and turned to see Anders standing in her bedroom doorway. Her heart leapt into her mouth. He was here, this was really about to happen.

"Hi" she said, a little unsure of what else to say.

"Hi". She was glad his voice sounded as unsure as she felt. She noticed his eyes were drinking her in, roaming up her body. He arched his eyebrow as his amber eyes locked onto hers. "You look beautiful".

She smiled and did a little spin on the spot. Anders was in front of her when she stopped looking at her with a heavy desire that made her stomach flip. She felt his strong hands upon her waist, could feel him trembling. Seren felt like she was about to be sick, she sucked on her bottom lip and met his eyes, he smiled at her.

"I thought you might have heeded my warnings and locked me out"

"I could never lock you out"

"You do realise this will never be normal, we will never be normal"

"I…I don't want to be normal. Normal is boring".

He laughed loudly and ran his hands through her hair, sending shivers down her spine. As ready as she felt she was terrified she would do something wrong. She'd never been with anyone like this before, but knew Anders had had many lovers and it made her feel inadequate. He must have known what she was thinking because he cupped her face in his.

"None of them compare to you". He claimed her mouth with his and she melted into him. This kiss was gentle and caring, not as hungry as their first. She reciprocated and ran her fingers to his hair, releasing it from the leather band that held it captive.

Wordlessly she grabbed his hand and led him over to the bed, she wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, but instinct seemed to be taking over. Judging by the way Anders followed, she hadn't made a mistake.

She led herself down and pulled Anders gently toward her, she loved how he felt on top of her. Her eyes locked onto his and before she knew it he was passionately kissing her again, his hands roaming over her body, her hands entangled in his hair. She was sick with desire, she couldn't think straight. All she knew was Anders and this moment.

He moved his lips away from her mouth, tracing her jaw line, before moving to her ears. She had no idea what he was doing, but it felt incredible. His tongue danced around her lobe and traced the outline of her ear, shudder after shudder travelling through her body.

His hands roamed down to her breasts rubbing her already erect nipples through her gown. She wasn't sure, but she could have sworn he was sending bolts of electricity through her. Maker, she was grateful for mages.

Seren placed her hand onto Anders' chest and pushed him, he groaned in protest, but she didn't care. She wasn't going to lie there whilst he did all the work, though she wasn't exactly sure what it was she was meant to be doing. She kissed him, a deep, lingering kiss, sucking on his bottom lip. He let out a little growl. Seren focused her efforts onto his jacket, in her head she had it off in one swift movement. That wasn't exactly how it worked out. She had never known a piece of clothing to have so many buckles and no matter how hard she tried she could not release them. Anders was laughing and she felt her cheeks flush, she was already messing it up.

"Why do you have so many buckles?" she asked, almost annoyed.

"It adds to the whole look, I wouldn't look as good in a tunic and leggings"

"Maybe not, but at least they'd be easy to remove".

He laughed again, taking her hands in his and placing them onto his shoulders whilst he undid his buckles. It took him no time at all and Seren's hands were upon the fabric, peeling it away to reveal his chest. His shoulders were broad, probably down to his staff twirling and they framed his muscular chest perfectly. Seren allowed her eyes to absorb him, his sparse, blonde chest hair that gathered into a trail that went beneath his trousers, his defined muscles and sculpted hips. He was no warrior, but his body could have belonged to one.

"Like what you see, my lady?". Her eyes jumped up to his and he was staring at her with his eyebrow arched. She nodded at him and felt the heat rise in her cheeks.

"I'm sorry" she smiled "I'm not really sure what I'm doing and I wasn't expecting this". She placed her hands upon his chest and traced his muscles with her fingers. She felt him shudder beneath her before he pulled her in for a kiss, his desire for her pressing into her stomach. Her hands fell to the laces on his breeches and she quickly undid them before trying to pull them down. Anders lifted his hips and she broke the kiss to move away and pull them down... They got stuck on his boots.

"Uh, most people would remove the shoes first, right?" she laughed, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Mmhmm" he nodded at her, trying not to laugh.

She quickly removed his boots, mumbling under her breath, before yanking the trousers off and throwing them angrily to the floor. He led there in his small clothes, his member straining against them in a bid to be free. She felt her eyes widen with desire, she wanted nothing more than to remove them and revel in the sight of Anders naked. He seemed to understand and lifted his hips, his hands sliding his underwear down his legs. She was hypnotised, barely registered him throwing them to the floor. There he was, after three years of wanting and dreaming, naked on her bed. He was beautiful, magnificent, no… there were no words good enough for what he was. He was perfection.

Instinct took over and Seren leant over him, placing the same trail of kisses onto him that he had burned onto her. But she didn't stop at his ears. She followed the outline of his chest, brushing kisses against it. She followed the trail down to his manhood, planting kisses on every inch of him. He instinctively parted his legs, but she darted around his member and instead focused on his inner thighs. He moaned in protest and she smiled against his skin. Eventually, she wrapped a hand around his hard cock and moved her lips from his thighs to meet her hand. She could taste his salty desire and she wanted more of him. Her instinct told her what to do and she felt her mouth moving up and down the shaft, eliciting moans of pleasure from Anders.

"Maker Seren" he growled "Don't stop".

She did as she was told, moving faster and faster. Anders began bucking his hips and she knew he must be close.

"Seren… I'm going to…". The sentence was lost in the growl that emitted from his throat. A moment later Seren felt her mouth fill with his salty liquid and eagerly swallowed it, waiting for him to finish. When he was still she gently moved up to greet his lips, he grabbed her to him, fighting with her tongue. In one swift motion Anders had her on her back, pinning her hands above her head. She was groaning into his mouth, unable to control the primal sounds that were escaping from her throat. Her brain didn't have the capacity to fathom embarrassment, all she could focus on was what was finally happening on her bed. Her and Anders.

"You're perfect". Anders penetrated her thoughts. She opened her eyes and saw him gazing intently at her, all she could do was blush and smile. His hands were running up her leg, brushing her inner thigh. Before she knew it he was pressing against her sex, his eyebrow arching as he discovered she was wearing no small clothes.

"Maker Seren, you know how to drive a man wild"

He leant in to kiss her, his fingers circling around her sex but not quite touching it. A moan escaped her lips when he finally allowed his fingers to slide into her moist slit, honing in on her sensitive pearl with ease. His fingers were magical, she could feel the electricity coming from them, intensifying his every move. It didn't take long for the familiar sensation to start in her stomach. She wrapped her fingers in his hair, anchoring herself to him.

"Anders… please don't stop…". Her breathing was fast, she was getting closer and in one incredible second her whole world turned to black as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. Maker he was incredible, why had it taken so long for this to happen? They had missed out on so much.

"I don't think I'll ever move again" she sighed breathlessly.

"We have plenty of time, you don't have to move until you're ready". He rolled onto his back and pulled Seren into an embrace, but she wasn't ready to stop, not just yet. Instead, she pulled herself from his arms and leapt off the bed, stumbling on his boots as she did so. Andraste's knickers she was clumsy tonight. The boot flew across the room as she kicked it angrily, she smiled in satisfaction before turning her attention back to Anders. He was laughing at her.

"Poor boot", he said in a mocking tone

"It shouldn't have tripped me"

"Perhaps… now tell me… why are you all the way over there?"

Seren didn't answer him, instead she locked her eyes onto his in a heavy lidded gaze of desire and moved her hands slowly to the ribbons on her dress. Slowly, painfully slowly, she began to undo them, letting her fingers decipher the knots she had tied. Relief flooded through her as the bodice loosened on her chest, but she didn't take it off. She had Anders' full attention now, he was sat bolt upright staring at her, hardly daring to breathe, his member springing back to life. She smiled mischievously at him and ran her hands across her body, feeling the sumptuous fabric beneath her fingers. Isabella had made the perfect choice, the gown felt as beautiful as it looked.

Her hands travelled back up to her slender shoulders, pulling the gown from them and the dress fell. It pooled around her feet like a puddle and she stepped gracefully out of it. Anders sat there open mouthed, absorbing every inch of her body.

"Here…now" he growled, desire marring his face.

She walked slowly and deliberately toward him, making sure to emphasise the sway of her hips. It seemed to have the desired effect as Anders leant forward and swept her onto the bed with his arm. She bumped her head on the footboard of the bed and fell about into fits of giggles, Anders not knowing whether to laugh or apologise, burst into laughter. They led there laughing with each other, enjoying the comic relief from the event that had begun to transpire.

When the giggling had eased, Anders pulled her closer, kissing the area she had bumped. Then his lips were on hers, fierce and unyielding as he fought for entry into her mouth with his tongue. She could only oblige and disappear into him once more, his hands roaming across her body, falling on her breasts. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to his hands, taking a hard peak into his mouth. Seren inhaled sharply as he licked, sucked and kissed her breasts. She didn't know if she could take anymore.

"Anders.. Please", she was begging him, pleading with him to stop the crazy desire that was building within her. She needed him.

Anders sat up and parted her legs, kissing her thighs as he did so. She shivered at his touch, excited by what was about to happen. He positioned himself at her entrance and locked his eyes onto hers as he pushed himself gently into her. He felt incredible and she found herself holding her breath. She thought it couldn't get any better and then he started thrusting, she thought she would pass out from the pleasure emitting from this man. His movements were slow at first, he seemed to be shaking a little.

"Are you ok?" he asked her gently

She nodded and he carried on, speeding up his movements. If there was a right spot to hit, he was hitting it. She found herself crying out with every thrust he did, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. His moves became frantic, fresh sweat glistening on his body, his breathing short.

"Oh Seren…" he was yelling, she barely registered it, she was too close. For the second time that night blackness enveloped her and she felt her body turn rigid, the pleasure washing over her in powerful waves. Anders too was at his peak and something that can only be compared to a roar fell out of his mouth, his seed spilling into her, before he collapsed on top her.

"Andraste's tits… that was worth the wait"

"You're telling me" she laughed into his hair and began tracing lazy circles on his back "We have a lot of lost time to make up for"

"I can go all night.. Surely you've heard of the famed Grey Warden stamina?"

"What do you think attracted me to you in the first place?"

His hearty laugh reverberated through him. He kissed her collarbone before rolling off her and propping himself up on his side.

"Ready for round two?"

She laughed and pulled him towards her. Right now Seren Hawke was the happiest woman alive and it was all down to that blasted pirate and her brilliant list.