AN: This is an old Kink Meme fill I did a while back. It's special because it was my first time writing sex. I think it wasn't too terrible for a first attempt, though remnants of my more….sophomoric writing style are evident.

**Warning for smutty goodness**

Hawke blinked at Fenris' sudden confession, a confession that was leaving the Elf looking thoroughly embarrassed.

It had been going so smoothly too. Warm and passionate kisses eventually leading to her bedroom and leaving them both breathing heavily as Hawke sought out the clasps to his armor to get to the body underneath. She had been making progress when Fenris caught her hands in his still gauntleted ones to inform her of something that left her more than a little surprised.

"You mean you've never even…" She trailed off at his declaration when she finally regained her wits.

"There has never been an opportunity for me to engage in more...base needs. When do you think I would have the time?" He asked, on the defensive now and glaring down and away from her, a red tint to the tips of his pointed ears.

Hawke blinked before giving him what she hoped was a comforting smile and picking up one of his gauntleted hands in her own and playing at the fastenings but not yet removing them. The last thing she wanted to do was push him into something he was uncomfortable with by disrobing him hastily. She'd rather be left cold and wanting than give him the slightest modicum of discomfort.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." She promised, meeting his green eyes with her blue and running her calloused hands over his metal encased ones. Fenris' expression softened at that. He was nervous, yes, but never uncomfortable in her presence.

"Do not mistake my hesitance as disinterest, I do want this…" he began, as though their little spectacle in the foyer could not prove testament to than, "I am simply...ill prepared. I do not wish to cause you discomfort or-" He trailed off, his tongue turning to lead in his mouth as he felt Hawke's hand slid his gauntlets carefully off his battle hardened hands.

"Do you trust me? I promise we can stop at any time." She said seriously before giving him a roguish grin. "Though I can't guarantee you'll want to."

That statement sent a wave of heat through Fenris that coiled within him as he dragged Hawke forward for another searing kiss. Their tongues invading each other's mouths as Hawke picked up where she left off with his armor. Never breaking the kiss.

It didn't take long for Hawke's quick fingers to rid Fenris of his armor, leaving him bear to her. Fenris soon had her in a similar state, albeit with clumsier fingers. Thankfully, Hawke's house dress was not an overly complicated garment.

"Trust me." Hawke whispered to him before sinking to her knees before him and taking him into her mouth.

Fenris' reaction was immediate, hands tangling in her hair as he let out a groan, sparks of pleasure emanating from him. It was not long before him length hardened under Hawke's skilled hands and mouth.

Not wanting to let the exchange become too one-sided, Fenris grabbed Hawke from her place on the floor and tossed her upon the bed to her delighted shriek before descending upon her. He focused on her breasts first, taking a delicate bud into his mouth carefully and was rewarded with a soft moan from Hawke. Feeling confident he continued his exploration, kneading her breasts in his hand and littering kisses all over her body. Gradually going lower till he reached his mark.

Hawke let out a breathy gasp as he kissed the junction between her legs before suddenly Fenris found himself on his back in the center of the bed, Hawke perched atop him. A delighted smirk on her face as she traced the lines on his chest, the lyrium in his skin cool to her touch. Fenris expected the touch to hurt, he found this was not the case, he rather….liked it, Hawke's touch only evoking the dullest ache when she pressed a bit too hard in places.

Fenris' heart beat heavily in his chest as Hawke peppered kisses upon his body, his length brushing against her heat. Lust curled deeply in the pit of his stomach and as he gazed upon Hawke, he felt only affection and desire.

This was it for Fenris. Sex on his terms that was not forced upon him or ordered. If he desired, which he did not, he could leave this moment before they went even further. Hawke would never demand anything of him and he trusted her.

"Ready?" Hawke asked, eyes darkened with lust, short dark hair framing her face like a halo. Fenris decided she appeared as though some sort of divine being in that moment as he nodded his consent.

With his answer, Hawke took his length in hand and slowly lowered herself down upon him. A deep groan escaped him as he was engulfed in her heat, Hawke moaning above him as she began to lift herself up and down upon him, his length slipping in and out of the velvet warmth that was Hawke.

It was too much, so much sensation….he had no idea it could feel so good too be lost in the warmth of another person. Neither of them giving or taking, simply moving in tandem with each other's breaths and heartbeats.

Suddenly Hawke groaned, louder than before and tensed around him, a hand fisting in her hair, her cheeks red.

With that image in his mind Fenris could no longer take her slower pace and flipped her over, reversing their positions and setting a faster pace as Hawke moaned below him.

Hawke's hands pressed into his back as he moved over her and Fenris felt sensation, a tightness, building over him. Feeling her muscles twitch and move against him, Hawke's mouth opened into a silent moan and she suddenly contracted against him. Her release proved to be what pushed him over the edge as he felt warmth build up and explode outward. Stars burst against the inside of his eyelids and his heart felt as though it would burst as he shuddered and spilled into her. The heat rolled through his body in the most surreal and incredible way. This was rapture, this was bliss.

Then it was all shattered with a memory and there was no going back.