A/N: So this story kind of got away with me. I wasn't planning on writing anything like this and then boom here this was. Hopefully it doesn't ramble on or anything. I also wanted to add that none of my stories posted here will be connected. There are all independent views of different things that I imagine happening in the relationship of Hawke and Fenris.
Synopsis: Fenris and Hawke Act III. They are just starting in their relationship and Fenris has some hesitancies. When Cullen starts showing an interest in Hawke he starts to see that his issues might be a little stupid.
Warning: Some pretty Explicit descriptions of sexy time in this one.
Fenris propped himself up against the stone wall of the Gallows. This day was proving to be tiresome. Why was it necessary for him to tag along with her to pick up potions, check on Aveline, or trade in weapons? He sighed and crossed his arms as he took a brief glance in her direction. Haggling with the shop keep again? This trip may end up being much longer than he hoped. All he wanted to do was curl up in her bed with a glass of wine, a good book, and a mostly nude Hawke. The thought made his lips curl up in a mischievous grin. It had only been about a month since they rekindled that very old flame, and he was still getting used to it all. While he was comfortable being open with her in private the idea of making their relationship a public display still made him uneasy. At his urging they had agreed to keep everything under wraps for the time being. Prodding questions, unwanted stares, giggles whenever he turned his back. These were not things he looked forward to. He had nothing to be ashamed of, not in the least. He was honored in fact that perhaps the most beautiful and powerful woman in the city had chosen him, but something was holding him back. This didn't feel real. Sooner or later the rug was going to be pulled from under him.
The sound of Hawke's voice arguing with the stall owner broke his thoughts. He turned towards her and propped his arm above his head as he watched. Her body was bent over the edge of the table, forming a very accentuated view of her asset. Fenris felt himself grow weak at the thought of bending her over one of the many surfaces of his home, or hers, or anywhere for that matter. As if she sensed his naughty intentions, Hawke cut her eyes at him. Once certain that he was staring, she bit her lip in a playful smirk and pushed her backside out a little further in his direction. Fenris rubbed his jaw at the thought of the things he would do to her later. The stall owner began speaking again and brought her attention back to him. Fenris's lips quirked up as he took one more long look, then let his gaze wonder across the courtyard of the Gallows.
Nothing really out of the ordinary. A few Templars and Circle mages scattered here and there, caught up in their own conversations. A handful of tranquil idly walking around. Then his eyes fell on the Knight Captain. He seemed to be very interested in something across the courtyard from him. Fenris followed his line of sight, finding Hawke's backside now proudly displayed for all who wanted to take a look. A powerful sting of jealousy hit his gut and he turned back to Cullen, who was now straining to get a better look at her. A few other Templars had stopped to speak with him and Fenris felt the anger building as the Knight Captain bobbed and weaved his head around theirs to keep his sights on her. Hawke was completely oblivious and remained in her stance. Fenris could not let this continue. Even if their romance wasn't public knowledge, he still had limits. He walked over to her and barely grazed his fingers across her back.
The sensation shocked her at first. Though it could hardly be called a touch at all, for Fenris this was momentous. She tried to hide the joy in her face as she straightened up to look at him. "He's agreed to give me that longsword, the one I've been eyeing for Aveline, if I part with this amulet." Hawke pulled the chain through her fingertips and rubbed her thumb across the emblem.
"A fair trade," he responded quickly not even looking at it. "Can we please just be done with this place?"
A flash of hurt spread across her face then she turned her eyes down as she began toying with the necklace. "Fenris, you found this one for me."
He reached out to hold the emblem in his hands. Yes, he remembered that day, out on the Wounded Coast. But it carried no real special traits or helpful characteristics. There was nothing really unique about it at all. He had just handed it to her thinking that maybe she could at least get some coin for it.
"Do you remember?" She kept her voice low and began rubbing his wrist. "It was the same day that we…" she hesitated not sure what the appropriate word would be. "…you know…got together."
Fenris's stomach began to warm as he realized the amulet was special to her because it had been given by him. Despite his normal reluctances about public affection he didn't shy away from her caresses against his wrist, besides they were so minute most people probably wouldn't even notice. "I remember," he smiled and leaned in closer to her. "Why don't we go out to the Coast next week, just the two of us? I'm sure I can find you a better one." Hawke inhaled deeply and stepped just an inch closer to him.
"Made your decision have you?" The Shop Keep interrupted. "I haven't got all day. You're not the only one interested in this here sword, missy."
Clearly a little flustered Hawke turned away from him and pulled the amulet over her head. "Yes, it's a deal." As soon as the man was out of earshot she cut her eyes to Fenris. "You better not have said that just to get me to leave more quickly. I plan on holding you to this little camping trip."
Fenris chuckled and moved away from the stall, forgetting for the moment the reason he ventured over there in the first place.
As the two made their way towards the ferry someone called out to Hawke. Caught up in her conversation with Fenris, she didn't seem to notice. The voice echoed her name again a little louder this time. She turned around to see the Knight Captain sprinting towards her. "Hawke," he called again with his arm outstretched trying to stop her from boarding the ferry.
"Cullen," she smiled back at him. "It's good to see you."
"And you as well. I was afraid I'd miss you," Cullen's breath was a little labored from his brisk walk over to her. He looked as though he was about to say something else, but wasn't able to find the words. Hawke looked at him with both her eyebrows drawn together. It was rare to ever see the Knight Captain this flustered. Whatever was on his mind, he was obviously going to need a little help in spilling it out.
"Cullen," she smiled drawing his attention back to her. He grinned widely and took a step closer to her.
"I just wanted to see how you are doing," he only held her gaze for a moment and then looked down to his feet. "I haven't seen you in a while. You are doing well?"
Hawke chuckled and readjusted the sword in her arms. "As well as I can be, I suppose."
"That's really good," he looked down again and Hawke noticed his cheeks turning a slight red hue. "That's really good," he repeated.
"Yes, well. I'll just be going Knight Captain," she warily extended her hand to him. "It was nice to catch up," she laughed as she shook his hand.
"Yes, perhaps we can talk again soon," Cullen smiled back at her.
"Perhaps," she grinned, unsure how to take his awkward demeanor. As she walked towards the ferry it was clear to her that she would be hearing from him again soon. Most likely receive a dire letter requesting her aide for a hopeless assignment that no one else had the balls to handle. She sighed and blew some stray hairs out of her face.
As they boarded the ferry she felt Fenris grip her waist and pull her to him. She looked over to him from the corner of her eye. His jaw was set tightly and she could see the muscles constricting, he looked more uncomfortable than anything. And as soon as their feet hit the boat he let go of her and retreated to a secluded corner away from prodding eyes.
Hawke let out a frustrated sigh. At least he was trying she had to remind herself. A few weeks ago she would be lucky if he even smiled at her when in the company of others.
She looked over to him, only his spiky shoulder guard gave his position away as it peeped from around the corner of a beam. She wished she could scream it from the rooftops that the two of them were now together. But his hesitancies were understood. After having so many things she loved taken from her, it was easy to see the appeal of taking things slow. This way if things didn't work out, it would be much easier to let go. No one but the two of them knew anything had ever happened to begin with.
She shook her head. Why would she even think such a thing? She was condemning them to failure before it had barely started. No, this would work. She would make this work. She had to. Now that she knew what it was like to have him in her life in this way, an ear to listen, a shoulder to lean on, going back was not an option.
She pushed herself off the railing and walked over to his secluded corner. His face was clearly agitated and he didn't look up when she approached. Hawke looked around to ensure that they were alone before she slipped her hand up his jaw and cradled his cheek, pulling his face to look at her. "I'm sorry you had to tag along all day," she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. Fenris leaned into her touch then looked around before he placed a hand at her hip and guided her to stand between his legs. Hawke began massaging his scalp, now with both hands, drawing a pleasured groan from his throat. "How can I make it up to you?" She asked with the utmost sincerity, but was quite aware that his mind most certainly wandered to naughty places.
He groaned and gripped her thighs pulling her closer to him. "There are a few things that come to mind," his deep husky voice sent shivers down her spine. Her whole body began to tingle as he ran his hands from her thighs to her lower back and down again.
The blush building on her face was a dead giveaway to the effect he had on her. Instead of countering with something equally sensual, she giggled and leaned into him, burying her head into his neck. "Oh, Fenris. The things you do to me." She pulled back to look at him in the eyes. "It's just not fair you know!"
He smiled and pulled her closer to him, grateful for the privacy this corner of the ferry offered. Showing her affection had become his new drug and he had quickly become addicted. When alone he could never keep his hands off her. The need to have her near him all the time was becoming overwhelming. He let his hands trail circles along her back as he breathed in her scent. "Will you be coming to the Hanged Man tonight," he asked and placed a soft kiss to her cheek.
"If that is where you will be," she grinned and rubbed the tip of his nose with her own.
"Approaching the Docks!" The loud mouthed driver yelled. Both Hawke and Fenris pushed off one another instinctively, moving to opposite sides of the ferry, not wanting to get caught in a lover's embrace; though Hawke knew the idea bothered Fenris much more than her.
When they reached Lowtown the two went their separate ways. He was joining Varric at the Hanged Man and she delivering Aveline the new sword, but agreed to meet up later that evening.
Hawke stepped close to him and raised herself up just a little on her tip toes. Fenris knew she wanted a kiss, and he wanted to give it her. But this tension, this uneasiness he felt with all these eyes on him. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead he smiled and brushed his fingers along her abdomen. A small gesture but one of the only ones he was willing to give in public. Hawke grinned and kissed the air between them before walking away.
When Hawke walked into the Hanged Man Fenris felt his stomach automatically tighten as she began moving towards their table. He immediately regretted not saving a seat for her, because now the only one available was across the table from him. She smiled and greeted everyone there, but Fenris saw her grin widen a little more and linger a little longer when she made eye contact with him. This was the last thing he needed, he was already losing miserably to Varric and Isabela. Now with her here he wouldn't stand a chance at getting his money back. She was definitely a distraction, a welcomed one, but a distraction still.
Isabela watched with great interest as Hawke took the open seat across from Fenris. Even as Merrill continued to talk her ear off, her eyes lingered on him. The smile spreading wider and wider the longer she looked at him. As casually as she could she turned her attention to Fenris who was looking just as love sick back at her. In the years she had known him she was certain she had never seen him grin that stupidly before. Maker, if they knew how ridiculous they looked.
"Want me to deal you in, Hawke," Varric asked as the new game began.
Hawke was terrible at cards. Her face was too easy to read and any time she had ever attempted playing them, she walked home with her tail between her legs and an empty coin purse. "No thanks, Varric. You know how awful I am," she smiled in his direction.
"If you are interested I would be willing to teach you," Fenris burst in.
"I would like that," Hawke leaned forward on the table in his direction and smiled from ear to ear.
Isabela rolled her eyes. Could they be any more obvious? It would be so much better if they just came out with it. It wasn't like everyone didn't know already. Growing tired of the ever growing sweetness filling the air as the two of them stared at one another longingly she excused herself to go to the bar, leaving the seat next to Fenris now open.
As soon as the pirate was gone, Fenris looked over to Hawke and with the slightest of nods beckoned her to come to him. Trying to look as inconspicuous as possible she got up from her seat and walked over to the empty spot on the bench, sliding in next to him. Despite having plenty of room on either side of them, both scooted as close to the other as possible. Fenris was having a very difficult time controlling his desire to place an arm around her or lean in to place a kiss on her soft lips. In an effort to sate his need he used the cover of the table to hook his leg around hers. Hawke smiled up at him and he felt her hand slowly rub along his thigh until it rested on his knee, hidden from the prodding eyes of those around them. He playfully rocked his knee against her and tilted his head flashing her his crooked grin. Immediately Hawke could feel the butterflies swarming in her stomach. Trying to hide the blush building on her cheeks she propped her elbows on the table and took a long swig from her ale.
"Who in the void invited the Knight Captain," Anders nervously asked and turned quickly back towards their table.
Hawke looked up to see Cullen making his way towards her table. He smiled brightly as he approached and she thought, alright this is it. Now is the time he is going to ask me for that huge favor. "How did you find me," she playfully asked and smiled as he approached.
"Actually it wasn't that hard. Just asked a few people on the streets if they knew where I could find the Champion. Apparently you really like your ale," he grinned. "May I join you?"
Hawke gestured with her hand for him to take the open seat across from her. He nervously began twiddling his thumbs and idly looking around at everyone at the table. Oh, this one was gonna be bad, she thought waiting for him to speak. He looked up at her and smiled nervously. "Oh, what is it, Cullen," she asked growing tired of his odd behavior.
He cleared his throat and began rubbing the back of his neck. "You look really… pretty tonight, Hawke."
"I look pretty?" she chuckled. "Cullen, are you trying to butter me up?" She smiled and leaned across the table. "I see through your flattery. Now out with it. What is that you want," she raised her eyebrow at him.
"I think I have an idea," Isabela whispered from over her shoulder. Fenris and Hawke both turned back to look at her. And for the first time Hawke noticed the tightness of his jaw and the crease building on his forehead. Unsure on what was troubling him she turned back to Cullen. He was still grinning like an idiot back at her.
"I just wanted to see you," Cullen cleared his throat. "You know away from the Gallows."
"Well, you've seen me," she smiled and downed the rest of her ale. "Anybody need anything?" When no one responded she squeezed Fenris knee and retreated to the bar.
Cullen watched her retreating back with great interest. Fenris was starting to see red, but knew this was his entire fault. If he was willing to be more open about their relationship he wouldn't be in this predicament at all. The idea to keep their romance under wraps until he felt more comfortable was beginning to seem more stupid as the day passed. There was certainly nothing to be ashamed of.
"So," Cullen began. "You all are Hawke's friends. What kind of things does she like?"
"Why do you ask," Isabela leaned towards him.
"Well, Hawke is a remarkable woman," he smirked.
"What makes you think she would be interested in you," Anders chimed in, perhaps a little more aggressive than necessary.
"Well," Cullen started slowly, sensing the animosity around the table. "I can assure you that my intentions with your friend are admirable. And if you don't mind me saying so, I think we would make a great match. I have a lot of things to offer her."
"She likes the Viscount's gardens," Merrill light heartedly told him, but upon feeling everyone's piercing gazes quickly countered, "at least I think so."
"The gardens. Alright. I think Meredith would let me…" he trailed off as Hawke approached with her new drink and slid next to Fenris.
It was obvious tension was high at the table. She took a long draw from her drink, nearly downing it again before looking at Cullen.
He was staring back at her nervously. The scene before him couldn't have been more intimidating. All except Aveline was there that night. Her companions formed a sort of wave of around her body, taking up seats around her. Isabela leaned on the back of her chair and Fenris didn't break his stare, hands clenched together on the table. Hawke and Merrill seemed to be the only ones not exuding animosity at the moment. But it was rare that Hawke was ever alone, he came here for a purpose. After all the years of silently waiting and hoping for her to make a move, it was now painfully obvious that she had no intention of doing so. If he wanted to take their professional relationship to a more intimate one he would have to just be out with it. He cleared his throat and tried to prepare himself for this very embarrassing moment. "Hawke, I was wondering if you would like to go to the gardens."
"Why would I want to do that," she laughed. "What's in the gardens?"
She wasn't going to make this easy it seemed. "Well, I just thought that the flowers are all in bloom this time of year. It's quite beautiful. Maybe you would like it."
Hawke shook her hands in the air in disbelief. "Let me get this straight. You came all the way down here to ask me if I want to go see the gardens?" She laughed and finished the rest of her ale. "Those must be some gardens." She rose from her seat. "Look sorry to cut this evening short, but I'm tired. I want to go home and get a good night's sleep for a change."
Both Fenris and the Knight Captain stood to their feet and simultaneously spoke. "I'll walk you home."
Hawke chuckled and looked between the two men. "No offense Cullen, but the docks are that way," she pointed with her finger. "And I live this way," she pointed in the opposite direction. "I think Fenris can manage getting me home just fine." She laced her arm around his in a non-intimate way and began leading them out of the bar.
As soon as they were far enough from the bar to offer privacy, Hawke intertwined their hands and leaned against his shoulder. They walked slowly neither one speaking to the other.
Fenris was having a difficult time keeping his thoughts from running everywhere at once. Why was Cullen so interested in Hawke all of a sudden? Was he ready to be open about their romance? If only to keep men like the Knight Captain from trying to seduce her. Then his thoughts turned sour. What could he ever offer Hawke? A man like Cullen had everything she deserved. He had nothing. Sooner or later this fantasy he was living in would come to an end. Hawke would realize the absurdity of it all and leave him. No it was better that no one knew of their relationship. That would make things easier.
As they reached the steps to Hightown Hawke broke the silence. "Why do you really think Cullen came to the Hanged Man? It couldn't have been just to tell me about the gardens."
"No. I doubt that it was," anger was clear on his voice. "I suspect you will be seeing him again soon," he spat out.
"Maker, I hope not," she sighed. "He's been acting very strange today. I suspect he's about to asking me for something."
Fenris made a displeased sound in his throat. Surely she could not be this blind to his advances.
They continued in silence until they reached her estate. "Will you be coming in?" The hope on her voice was clear, but Fenris had some things he needed to think about.
"Uh, I think I will be going home. I am tired as well," he smiled weakly knowing that she would see through his excuse. He wanted to stay but if he didn't figure all these feelings out the negative thoughts would only get worse.
The forced smile she gave him pained his heart. "See you in the morning then." She leaned in to give him a kiss. The sound of a drunken couple walking through the courtyard caused Fenris to tense and reactively pull away from her.
Even though his reaction hurt her, Hawke tried not to let it show on her face. If she was going to love Fenris, she was going to love all of him. Waiting for him was worth it. He would come around…eventually.
At least she hoped so.
"Good night," she whispered and retreated to her house.
Fenris sighed as her door closed. Why she dealt with all his ridiculous nuances was beyond him. He rubbed his head and contemplated going in anyways, but decided against it, and retreated to his mansion.
Hawke tossed and turned the moment she put her head against the pillow. No matter how much she tried sleep wouldn't claim her.
When she heard her bedroom door open and close she didn't even flinch. They had done this song and dance so many times in the last month it was expected.
After getting some time to sort out his thoughts, he would miss her. Pacing in front of his fireplace and tossing and turning in his own bed did nothing to placate him.
The familiar sound of his armor jingling as he removed it, caused her to turn over towards him. With the fire nearly out only a light orange glow resonated from the hearth. She could barely make out his form as he walked towards her bed. She readjusted herself to give him room to lie next to her, and then folded the covers back. He slid in and without speaking to one another they brought their lips together. As he cradled her face he tried to remind himself that she wanted him, that she could have refused his confession. Instead she embraced him, tolerated his mood swings and this ridiculous aversion to public affection.
When the kiss ended she wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled herself into him, burying her head under his chin. Fenris propped on arm above his head and pushed his lips onto her forehead as he began running his fingers through her hair. The two shifted around one another until both were comfortable and then within minutes drifted off to sleep.
The next morning he rolled over to see her already fully clothed standing in front of her armoire. He groaned and reached out for her. "Why are you dressed?"
She smiled and crawled across the bed to him. "Because it's time to get up." She began smoothing out his messy hair, running her fingers through it and trying to tame some of the more wild strands. "Do you want to sleep in a little longer?"
He ran his hands up her thigh and then quickly turned her onto her back. "Only if you stay with me," he growled into her neck trailing soft kisses from one side to the other.
"Fenris," she giggled. "I'm already dressed…"
"I am happy to assist you with that problem," he began pulling on her belt.
Her body began naturally reacting to his and she couldn't help her legs from wrapping around his body. He groaned and pivoted his hips against her. "Fenris!" her plea was only half-hearted as it was perfectly obvious that she was more than willing.
A knock at her door ended their playing. "Messere," Bodahn called. "The Knight Captain is here to see you. He says it's quite important."
Fenris groaned and rolled off of her. "What does he want," she looked to Fenris then called louder to Bodahn. "Tell him I'll be right down." She crawled over to Fenris and placed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "I won't be long," she assured him and placed one more kiss to his cheek before exiting the room.
Fenris sighed and splayed his body across the bed. How often did Cullen come to see her at her home? Was this a regular occurrence? Where there other men who visited her that he was unaware of?
Without getting fully dressed, he walked to her door and tried to listen in on their conversation.
"Hawke, I know Aveline is your friend. That's why I came to you first," the Knight Captain spoke to her. Fenris dared to open the door a little more so he could hear them better.
"Thank you, Cullen." He heard her soft footsteps move to the fireplace. "She is one of the oldest friends I have. You understand that I cannot let this claim go. After all she has done for this city, I will not sit back while her name is slandered."
Fenris walked out on the balcony, trying to hide himself as well as possible from detection. He watched as Cullen moved behind Hawke and placed a hand at her shoulder. "I promise I will do all I can to ensure that this doesn't get out of hand. But I do have to follow up on any reports I get."
Hawke turned back to look at him with a smile on her face. Fenris sneered and watched as the Knight Captain left his hand firmly on her. "I understand." The two began walking towards her door shielding them from his spying eyes. He stomped back into her room and began pacing back and forth in front of her fireplace.
When Hawke returned she moved straight to her desk to prop herself up while she kicked her boots off, not even noticing Fenris anger.
"What did Cullen want," he called from over her shoulder.
"Someone's been making reports about Aveline. Lies, I'm sure. But he has to investigate," she responded and moved to take off her other boot.
"Could he not have sent a letter to tell you this? Why come to your home?" He walked to stand behind her unable to hide the anger on his voice.
"I don't know." Sensing the hostility permeating off him she turned to face him. "Fenris, what's this about?"
The care and concern was evident in her voice and it made Fenris feel foolish. "Nothing," he began to move away from her, but she reached out and grabbed his wrist pulling him back to her.
She moved to sit on the desk and brought his body between her legs. "You can tell me what's bothering you," she smiled and ran her fingers up his chest.
He gripped one hand and brought his lips down to kiss the back of her knuckles. "It's just…" he hesitated unsure if he wanted to appear this vulnerable, and then decided that this was Hawke. It was okay with her. "Cullen…he seems to be really taken with you," he softly spoke without looking her in the eyes.
"I see." She moved her hands up to his neck and curled her fingers around his head. "Fenris, there is only one man who could ever hold my heart, and that is you." He lifted his head to look at her and saw all the love and admiration in her eyes. "You have absolutely nothing to ever be worried about. There will always be only you," she smiled and cradled his cheek before bringing him in for a slow kiss that quickly turned a little more passionate as her hands began roaming across his chest.
Fenris raked his hands up her thighs and pushed her skirt up past her hips, pulling her to the edge of the desk. Hawke wrapped her legs around his body and pulled her shirt up over her head, breaking their kiss only when the fabric moved in front of her face. With her torso exposed Fenris let his hands roam across her stomach, waist, back, any flesh he could feel. He groaned and moved his lips down to her neck, gently sucking and licking the sensitive flesh there.
Hawke let out a heavy breath and rocked her body against him. As Fenris placed kisses up and down her neck, across her collarbone, and to the other side, Hawke let her head fall back and enjoy the sensation of his lips on her skin, his body between her legs.
When satisfied with the attention he gave her neck, Fenris moved his mouth back up to hers and gripped the back of her head firmly as he slipped his hand down between her legs.
With two fingers he hooked her small clothes and pushed them to the side as he brought his fingers inside her. Hawke bucked and gasped at the sensation, and began naturally moving with him. He broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together, intent on watching her face while he worked her. Hawke tried to tilt her head back, but his grip would only tighten so she opened her eyes at looked directly in his to let him see the pleasure only he could give her.
Fenris was unsatisfied with the angle his hand had. Her underwear constricted his goal. In one swift movement he pulled his fingers out of her and shot them down the front of her small clothes pushing them in again. Hawke's eyes rolled back in her head as he pumped his fingers in and out. Sensing his frustration with her clothes, Hawke brought her hands down and shimmied herself out of them quickly. Once free she spread her legs wide and leaned back on her desk, letting him have full access to her body.
As his thumb began drawing circles on her sensitive flesh she felt the heat building, the blood pumping, her breaths quickening. His grip on her neck never faltered. He never tore his eyes from her face. He wanted to watch her. He wanted to see the pleasure he was giving her. This excited her and she leaned into his arm, desperately kissing any skin she could feel. As her body began rocking in rhythm with his hand Hawke heard Fenris growl deep his throat. It was coming too quickly. She wasn't ready for this to be over, she wanted more.
"Now Fenris," she pleaded. "I want it now."
Never breaking eye contact and not once releasing his hold on her neck, in a quick movement, Fenris removed his fingers and used that hand to free himself from his pants. Without hesitation he gripped her hip and pulled her to the edge of the desk.
Hawke cried out and threw her head back as he filled her. Not giving her time to adjust to his girth, he began frantically pumping into her. Each time their bodies connected Hawke arched her back and lifted herself up to meet him. It was coming, the burning, the heat, the pure ecstasy of feeling him inside began rising. Just a few more thrusts….
She didn't know if she could take this anymore.
Her whole body felt like it was on fire.
And then a wail of pleasure echoed through her room as she frantically pressed herself to him, rocking back and forth against his pelvis.
Once her breathing became a little more steady Fenris picked her up in his arms and began carrying her over to the bed. She wrapped herself around him and brought her lips to his, kissing him like her life depended on it. The feeling of his tongue against hers, the softness of his lips as they closed around hers, she moaned into his mouth and began rocking against him again as he carried her.
It was an awkward walk, with his pants at his knees. He had to try extra hard not trip, but Maker, the feeling of her in his hands, her body pressed as tightly to him as he could get her. Her magnificent tongue dancing with his. He needed this. He needed to know that she was his. When he felt the bed behind them he placed her down on to it and kicked his pants off. Taking only a moment to collect himself before hooking his arms under her thighs and pulling her to the edge. A little slower this time he entered her. He paid extra attention to the way her body naturally responded to his, the look on her face as he pushed in and out of her, the rise and fall of her breast as he began moving faster. Every moan, every whimper that escaped her lips did not go unnoticed. He needed her, needed to know that he was good enough.
Watching himself go in and out of her, feeling her muscles tighten around him. This was by far the greatest gift he'd ever known. And she willingly gave it to him. Hawke brought her hand to her forehead and held onto his wrist with the other. The look on her face spoke volumes. Anything he ever desired of her she would give freely. She loved this, she loved him. The realization sent tingles down his body. He groaned and gripped her thighs tighter. The sound of his name whispered from her lips made his knees weak. He leaned over her on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows and nestled his fingers in her hair. They moved back to give him room. Once settled he began moving against her again. His thrusts were slow, drawn out so he could feel every sensation her body had to offer.
He looked down to see their bodies connecting.
Every push from him was met with a roll of her hips.
When he looked back her eyes were closed, her face was caught in a look of pure ecstasy. She leaned into his arm and began panting in time with his movements. He was certain that she could never look more radiant than she did in this moment. Completely open and unguarded. Her hair disheveled, a gleam of sweat on her skin, her lips pouted and slightly open. She was stunning. But Fenris knew that tomorrow and every day after that she would only become more beautiful to him.
As he continued to move against her, he buried his face in her neck and whispered his love for her in broken Arcanum, unable to find any words suitable in her tongue. When Hawke whispered her love back, Fenris lost himself, unable to hold on any longer in the intensity of the moment. After giving a few more frazzled thrusts he collapsed next to her with one hand still nestled in her hair. He closed his eyes and focusing on returning his breathing to normal.
As he lay on his chest he turned his head to look at her. She looked so peaceful with her eyes closed still breathing heavy. He heard her let out a contented sigh as she began brushing her fingers up and down his forearm. She was his, she loved him. He rubbed his thumb across her forehead and thought about how happy she made him. His entire life he felt as if a piece of himself was missing. He had found it in her. She made him whole again.
"Hawke?"
"Hmm?" She didn't open her eyes, but nuzzled herself a little closer to him.
"Do I make you happy?" Fenris was a little embarrassed at how self-conscious the question seemed, but even he needed reassurances from time to time.
She smiled from ear to ear and nodded a yes at him. Hawke scooted over and kissed his shoulder. Fenris rolled onto his side and brushed his hand up and down her narrow waist.
"Why do you ask?" She looked at him from under her eyelashes and began rubbing circles across his back.
"I don't know. You make me happy." He sighed knowing how ridiculous he sounded. "Sometimes I worry that I might not do the same for you." It was rare for him to be so honest about his emotions, but it this was going to work, and Maker did he want it to, he would have to give a little.
She smiled and leaned up on her elbow. "There is nothing in my life that makes me happier than you do. I am so lucky to have you." As she brought her hand up to run through his hair she nuzzled her nose against his neck. "I love you, Fenris."
He couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face and he pulled her into a strong embrace. "I will always be only yours," he whispered before kissing her on the cheek.
Later that night the two joined their companions at the Hanged Man again. And for once Fenris didn't mind all the stares as he put his arm around Hawke and pulled her close to him on their bench.
He didn't mind the giggles whenever he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her forehead.
Or all of the open gawking when she wrapped her hand up his neck and whispered "I love you," in his ear.
Or any of the hoots and hollers when he brought his lips to hers and locked her in a deep kiss for the entire bar to witness.
She had chosen him, and he was proud of that.
She could have had any other man in Thedas, but Hawke chose Fenris.
Thank you for reading...never written sexy time before. Let me know if it was too much or too little. Kinda nervous about reactions to it.