Hello everybody!
So here is my part 2...
I know, I know... Its short, but there is a reason! Ready? I cant write seduction to save my life! T.T Its so hard! and it takes forever...
Oh maker… Hawke thought, staring at the incredibly sexy man just a few feet away. He was still waiting patiently on the bench, his eyes slowly tracing her form. Feeling slightly uncomfortable with his gaze upon her, Hawke scanned the room and noticed bottles, numerous empty ones scattered around the room. Hmmm, now I know, Hawke thought pursing her lips. The man got impatient waiting for me, so he helped himself to the wine cellar. Looking at Fenris, Hawke could tell he was definitely not himself. Maybe I should leave… Hawke turned back towards the table and grabbed her book. She started to take a step back, but Hawke bumped into something firm, and exceptionally warm. Hawke squeaked in surprise. She felt a warm breath on the back of her neck that sent chills up her spine.
"Where do you think you're going?" Fenris exhaled, his lips brushing over the shell of Hawkes ear. She inhaled a quick breath and tensed. He moved so fast, and so quiet that she didn't even hear. And now he was standing so close behind her. Her knees felt weak at the anticipation of Fenris' touch. The book slipped from her hand and fell back onto the table. Slowly Hawke turned and faced Fenris; barely any space separating their bodies. With the fire behind him, Fenris' features were shadowed, but his vibrant emerald eyes pierced through the darkness, almost like the flames themselves. Fenris leaned in closer, his lips parted. Hawke tried to move back but she was trapped between Fenris and the table behind her. With Fenris only a couple of inches away Hawke shut her eyes, waiting, anticipating…. she could smell the sweet wine on his breath. Hawke parted her lips….. But instead of feeling his lips on upon hers she felt something brush past her arm. Hawke's eyes flew open and she saw him pulling his arm back. Fenris was now holding the book she had dropped on the table.
Fenris leaned in a little closer, his lips almost upon hers. "We still need to read, right Hawke?" Fenris murmured, his lips ghosting over her soft pink ones. "So let's get started…" Fenris pulled away and returned to his place near the fire. Slowly regaining her breath, Hawke felt her burning cheeks. I must be blushing like a teenage girl! Returning her gaze to Fenris, his attention was merely on the book in his lap. Oh maker… What am I going to do! Hawke thought, hesitantly taking a step towards Fenris. Finally standing near him, Hawke glanced one more time at the door. Inhaling a deep breath, Hawke sank down next to Fenris.
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After some time, Hawke got into a comfortable flow with Fenris. She sat near him, and helped him when necessary, but he seemed to be reading smoothly now. He seemed to be back to his normal self, but a chapter ago he opened up another bottle. He began to read slower, and swayed slightly. Leaning back, Hawke stretched her aching spine. He is really drunk today, Hawke thought, He is going to have such a hangover tomorrow, and he's going to bitch… Hearing shifting besides her, Hawke turned her head and saw Fenris moving behind her. Hawke tried to turn towards Fenris, but he halted her movements with a simple touch on her shoulder.
"It's okay," He simply said, turning her back around, "Trust me." Hawke relaxed as she felt both of his hands on her back, slowly massaging the tense knots between her shoulders. A soft moan passed her lips and Fenris moved, his fingers fluid and strong. Fenris' hands trailed down, gently grasping the sides of her waist. Hawke leaned into Fenris, his hands finally snaking around her waist and she became flush against him.
Okay, there it is, part 2
Thank you for reading :D please leave a comment on how you think its going so far :)
And i swear on the sexyness of Fenris that I will finish this story! o.o
Stay tuned :3 Thanks!
~Ninjapocalypse2
