Fenris had finished his second bottle of wine and was on the third as he was once again pacing before the fire. He had imagined it, he told himself. He didn't see the flush on her cheeks or hear the gasp of pleasure when she had touched his bare hand. He hadn't; he couldn't have, because it didn't happen.

With his third bottle empty, and Cameron sure to be asleep, he slipped into the bedroom. He didn't know what he was trying to prove or even what he was hoping to accomplish, but he was drunk and his thoughts would not let him rest until he touched her again.

He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, a banked fire the only light to see by. He waited for his eyes to adjust, watching the bed for any movement. Finally he could see her, curled in a ball and wrapped around his pillow. By her slow, even breathing he knew her to be asleep. Cameron didn't stir as he cautiously and quietly moved closer. His eyes roamed over what he could see of her sleeping form. Her hair had fallen across her face and he reached out to push it back. His fingers brushed against her face and her reaction was immediate.

She sighed in pleasure, turning her face into his hand. Fenris was too shocked to move and let her nuzzle his hand with her cheek. She moved onto her back, moaning softly as she stretched out before him. Something else took him over then, as his free hand traced the outline of muscle on her newly exposed thigh. Her breath caught at his new touch and she gripped the sheets beneath her calling his name on an exhalation.

His name on her lips snapped him back to reality and he jerked his hands away from her. With his touch gone, Cameron began to stir awake. Fenris barely managed to escape the bedroom before she fully awoke and the burst of magic from her as she lit the room nearly sent him to his knees in bliss.

He had to move; had to get away. He heard the bed creaking as she rose. He made it to the study before she could see him in the hall, but she never left the bedroom. He fell back against the wall by the fire, his breath heavy and his heart pounding in his chest. He swiped the sweat from his brow, trying to process what had just happened. The glimpse of surprised pleasure he had seen earlier was in fact real. But what did it mean? And did she know he was there, or did she think it just a dream? She had called his name, and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

The next morning when Cameron woke, Fenris was no where to be found. She supposed it was a good thing. She didn't know how she'd be able to look at him with memories of that dream floating in her mind. It had seemed so real; so erotic. She shivered as she remembered the delight that coursed through her body. She had never had a dream or even a thought like that before. She had to stop thinking about it or she'd never be able to face Fenris again.

She ran into Isabela as she wandered through Lowtown in search of yet another new robe. The pirate grabbed Cameron's arm tugging her through the market district.

"I like Lowtown. It's an honest sort of place. People will rob you blind, but they're honest about it."

"I can't disagree with that," Cameron responded half heartedly, her thoughts still lingering on her dream from the night before. Isabela noticed the distracted look on the mage and pulled her into an alley for some privacy.

"Is this about me and Carver? Cuz you know it was just fun," Isabela ventured. The sudden image of her brother and friend rushed into Cameron's mind and she shook her head to clear the image away.

"What -?" Isabela cocked a brow and hip.

"Please, Hawke. I haven't survived this long with out knowing exactly what's happening around me."

"So you knew I was there. But for Carver's erection's sake you didn't mention it?" Isabela laughed.

"That and my impending orgasm, nothing's as much of a downer as coitus interuptus." Cameron bit her lip as if she wanted to ask something, but couldn't bring herself to. Isabela smirked.

"Don't tell me you want to know how well Carver performed," Isabela couldn't help the giggle at Cameron's look of horror. "Just kidding. But seriously, what's on your mind? There's obviously something there or you wouldn't be this quiet." Cameron sighed, deciding that if anyone was qualified to give her advice on the subject, it would be the worldly pirate.

"What's it…no. I had this dream last night. A kind of dream I've never had before. It seemed so real. Like he was right next to me –"

"Wait, who was right next to you? Is this some sort of scary demon mage dream?" Cameron shook her head, a blush staining her cheeks as she recalled the dream.

"No, nothing like that. It was," she licked her lips, "Fenris." Realization dawned on the pirate and she grinned.

"Was he oiled up and glistening?" Cameron swatted Isabela.

"No! Don't be absurd!" Isabela rubbed her arm in mock pain.

"Well if he wasn't oiled and glistening what was he doing that's got you so worked up?" Cameron shrugged, looking away.

"He was just touching me. Stroking my cheek." Isabela rolled her eyes.

"Leave it to a virgin to have the most boring erotic dreams." It was Cameron's turn to roll her eyes.

"Hey some of us never got the opportunity to experiment, what with Templars everywhere."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Cameron averted her eyes as yet another blush crept onto her cheeks.

"Well, sometimes, mages sort of um, 'explode' when they reach orgasm."

"Oh. Well I guess that does explain more of Anders' electricity tricks." Cameron gawked at Isabela.

"You slept with Anders?"

"It was a long time ago back in Denerium. He had just escaped from the tower for the, fifth time I think. It was a good time. I'd do it again, but that Justice guy sorta creeps me out." Cameron laughed, hooking her arm around the pirate's.

"Come on; help me pick out a new robe for the expedition. We finally got the gold together and I just can't let the darkspawn see me in this worn out thing."