Hawke didn't stop in front of the Hanged Man, instead dragging Fenris behind her the whole way to his mansion. Shutting its door behind them, she let go of his hand, laughing, while breathing heavily from the running. They made their way up the stairs to Fenris' quarters, where there was their pillow domain waiting for them.

"And we're back where we began!" Chuckled Hawke throwing herself onto the pillows. "Bring it on, my accomplice! Any wine you got, I can handle it!" Hawke raised her head, surprised that he isn't looking for the bottle, instead just standing above her, smiling distantly, not meeting her eyes, but obviously not looking too much off that course.
"What?" she laughed, still pumped with adrenaline, her cheeks red from the run in the cold night. Fenris' own cheeks also darkened a shade, but he hid it well.
"I need not... have the wine tonight," he finally spoke, looking right at her, his expression unreadable. She looked up at him with a suspicious face.
"You don't want wine? Are you sick?" she smiled. "You are, aren't you? Your face is kinda red! Do you need me to tell you bedtime story and kiss your forehead before sleeping? I can breastfeed!" she spouted probably not even realizing what she was saying. She still laughed impishly. Fenris however looked away at her last suggestion, frowning a bit to push away the image.
He looked back at her, setting her into a completely different state - Hawke saw it now, the seriousness in his eyes; the wolf. She began to shy away from his eyes at the realization, retaining colour in her cheeks, for completely different reasons all of sudden.

Fenris looked down for a moment, as in reconsidering, but then turned his attention back to Hawke. This time with much gentler, bashful flavor to it.
"Fenris..." she whispered gently. He shivered, the sound of her invoking his name in this way brew new vivid images in his oh-so creative imagination. Getting on his knees he joined her in the pillows, continuing closer to her on all four. She pulled back from sitting position onto her elbows. Fenris moved even closer before his face was close enough to feel her breathing hot air onto his cheek. She moved her lips apart in expectation, with eyes of glass she watched him observing every detail of her face.

Fenris' hand reached her back, creeping up to her hair. She felt his armored claws pulling on it gently, removing the band she had wrapped around it. He threw it away and went back to completely undo her braid, letting her long blond hair fall down on her shoulders. Moving his palm from behind her neck to her chin he pulled her close enough for their lips to press. He allowed his fingers to play with her hair while kissing her.

She laid in shock below him, although returning all his heated kisses. After a brief moment of shyness, Hawke felt the passion he was holding back, waiting for her approval to release it. They pulled away to look at each other.
"Fenris," she whispered again, noticing his change of state whenever she did. He looked down for an instant, pushing back the all too realistic pictures in his mind.

He took a moment to appreciate the sensation he got from hearing his name from her lips in such a way. Fenris didn't move away from looking into her eyes anymore, just staring at her, while his fingers started to unbutton her coat ever so slowly. He watched her; he observed her reactions, her cheeks drowning in red, her shy smile... That smile, he thought. He'd always give in to it.

She slid down, lying on the pillows completely now. Pulling Fenris closer into another touch of their lips, she began to undo his chest-piece. With it thrown away, Fenris pressed his chest against hers - her being more lumpy and soft, of course... which he enjoyed.

Hawke raised herself, allowing Fenris to remove her coat, not breaking their connection. He advanced against her top as well, but changed his mind, unsure perhaps, and locked his hands behind her head instead, taking off his gauntlets. After removing it he pulled away from her, looking away with a frown. Turning his gaze back to her, he made an expression she's never seen on him before - raising his eyebrows, he seemed sad and thankful in the same time.

"Hawke..." he spoke in a husky tone.
"It's Kat, Fenris," she smiled at him as warmly, which he returned.
"I'm sorry, I... are you sure you want this? I suppose I haven't given you much option," he shifted his attention lower, when he noticed she wasn't listening to him, instead piercing him with her eyes while unbuttoning his tunic. She bit her lower lip looking at him, humming suggestively. His face turned red once again, but his eyes didn't seem shy at all. "You drive me crazy..." he whispered with closed eyes and his eyebrows lowered in a scowl, "I want... all of you," he added even more quietly with his eyes hidden from her all along.
She leaned in closer to him to whisper in his ear, "Then take me."

Fenris shook his head briefly as a last resistance against his urges before giving up to them completely. He grabbed her top with one hand, pulling closer in an instant, joining her in a passionate kiss, pushing his tongue to meet hers. He was pulling on her vest with a tight grip, until she moved to remove it as well, revealing her strapless bra to his eyes. Fenris blushed at the sight almost unnaturally. He pinned her arms above her head instinctively, moving himself lower to kiss her neck and continue to fondle the rest of the body with his lips. Hawke felt a rush of excitement from her hands being held in place this way, she arched her back, pushing herself against Fenris.

He pulled back slightly, releasing her arms after probably reconsidering his actions. Instead he looked up at Katharina, while kissing her belly, but continuing lower, pulling down her pants. She looked away blushing, when he began to press his nose and lips against her panties. He smiled impishly before taking the fabric in his teeth, pulling it down. The only thing on his mind was to please her; to hear her moan and call his name again...

He pushed her pants off of her ankles, lifting her legs on his shoulders, planting soft kissed on her knees and down her inner thighs. She arched her back once again, now more than before and sharply when he buried his tongue between her thighs. Grabbing the pillows around her, she pushed her head deeper in them.

Fenris recognized her pleasure and reached up with his right arm to grab her bra - he pulled on it until the hooks on her back broke and the piece came loose, allowing Fenris to throw it aside. Hawke felt the cold breeze brushing against the bare skin of her breasts, but she didn't mind in the least, heated up as she was.

He let up in his tasting, dragging his tongue over her belly, up to her chest, leaving remainders of her fluid desire behind. Fenris pressed a palm against her right breast, squeezing while beginning to suck on it. His other hand trailed Katharina's arm up above her head onto the pillows once more, locking it in place. He was too lost in his own imagination now to be paying attention to anything else. He circled his tongue before abandoning her torso for her lips.

She moaned silently and attempted to kick down his pants with her legs. He chuckled slightly at the sight after breaking their kiss once again. Looking deeply into her eyes his gaze became serious once again. Fenris pushed down his remaining clothing with his free hand, then positioning her legs on his hips. She was watching him seductively, locking her legs behind his back.

Fenris let out the most sensual hum before pushing himself inside her and closer to her lips once again. Katharina broke the kiss the moment it happened, parting her lips instead in a heartfelt moan. It spun Fenris' head, made him move his body further from and back to her in a pace almost animalistic.

Hawke found it hard to keep a straight face anymore, instead reacting only curtly to his kisses, limped by her arousal; by his touch. Fenris could get lost in her expressions. He buried his face into the skin of her collarbones area, raising his speed slightly, but going ever so deeper.

Katharina began to breathe rapidly and audibly, soaking her nails in his back. His markings started glowing lightly before lighting up sharply when he lifted her hips with both his arms, leveling his lust for her into yet another degree of passionate energy towards her. She felt his teeth scratching her flesh, but was too numb to take much note of it anymore...

Fenris let out a loud groan upon releasing his seed within her. She cried out a sign of her own climax, dragging her nails over his back. He fall onto her, drained of energy, keeping his face pressed against her skin. In the calmness of the moment he began to pull out of her discreetly.

Hawke pushed away hair from her face and turned to look at Fenris. Realizing what had just happened she blushed. He shifted his weight off of Katharina, but wrapped his arm around her to keep her close. She smiled distantly, playing with his hair, contented to join him in sleep he obviously longed for at the moment. She pulled a blanket that was part of the soft mountain over their bodies and kissed Fenris' forehead.

"Talk to you later, then," she giggled closing her eyes to ponder about the events of the night...