A/N: Thank you all the the lovely reviews and story alerts! Sorry for the late update, but here is chapter 4! Enjoy!

"I swear to you Isabela, he's impossible."

The pirate let out a small chuckle, her gaze still resting on the playing cards she held in front of her face. "Don't I know it sweetling." She threw a card into the centre of the table. "Here's a thought: You really should try flaunting a bit of tits and arse rather than wearing though ill fitting robes all the time, maybe that will grab his attention."

Hawke peaked over at the card Isabela had sent her before drawing a new card from the deck. "You have tried that tactic on him, and if it doesn't work for you…it most defiantly wouldn't work for me."

Isabela shrugged, quickly slipping a card in her blouse when Hawke wasn't looking. "Won't know if you don't try." She smirked to herself. "And even so, if Fenris won't admire it, I'm positive a certain pirate would." Isabela leant over the table. "Aww, common Hawke. Let me give you a sexy makeover, and if I don't have Fenris falling at your feet…"

Hawke rolled her eyes at the woman's remarks. She leant in closer towards Isabela, before plucking the card hidden in her blouse with a small smile. "No." She withdrew back into her seat, throwing her cards into the centre of the table, no longer wanting to play. "It's not about how sexy I look with Fenris. It's about the fact I'm a mage. He just can't let go of it. As long as I have magic in my blood, he could never like me. At least not in that way."

The pirate laughed.

"What?"

"Tell me Hawke, when was the last time you…"

Hawke felt her face grow hot. "That is none of your business."

"That long eh? Let me guess, a couple of months?"Hawke peaked at the pirate, her cheeks growing a deeper shade of red. "…A year." She guessed again.

Hawke's head hung in shame, trying to cover her embarrassment with her hair that hung around her now rosy cheeks. "More than a year? Maker Hawke! How, how are you functioning? You must be spending a lot of time in your bedroom by yourself…"

Hawke's had shot up. "Isabela!"

A smirk found its way onto her lips, loving the horrified look on Hawke's face. "You do don't you? Thinking about how those course warrior hands play with your body, while your own hands rub-"

In a flash Hawke had literally thrown herself over the table, clamping her hands over the pirate's lips, mortified.

"Shut up!" She could feel Isabela's lips curve into a smile under the palm of her hand. "Maker! You're lucky we're the only people in the room."

The pirate clawed Hawke's hands off her mouth. "Stop acting like such a virgin about it! Everyone does it!"

A flustered Hawke clambered off the table back to her own seat. "Yes well, some people don't feel as comfortable talking about it." She let out a sigh. "Look. You're right. I haven't had sex for a long time. So I get sexually frustrated, and yes I spend a lot of time in my room…playing with myself but…what?"

There was a toothy grin plastered on Isabela's face that was far too large and roguish for it to be caused by something Hawke had said.

"Why are you smiling like that?" She questioned again. Isabela merely gave a nod in the direction behind Hawke.

A sudden throaty chuckle made Hawke freeze.

"Hawke spent nights, lying awake, aching for the dark and handsome broody elf. She imagined her hands were his own while she explored her body." The voice spoke. " Now this is a story I cannot forget to write down."

"Ooh! Can I help?" Isabela chimed in.

She felt herself sinking into the chair, wanting the ground to swallow her up. "You both are horrible horrible people."

The dwarf stepped over to Hawke, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder along with another throaty chuckle. "Long time no see friend. Where have you been the last couple of days hmm…?"

"I've been busy with…stuff."

If locking herself away in her estate to avoid seeing Fenris after the bolloking she gave him was considered being busy, Hawke wasn't lying. She still felt bitter about the way he had treated her that night, but the feeling of longing for him had out passed anything negative. In all honesty, she just really wanted to be in his company again.

"Has broody been with you then? Haven't seen him for a while either."

She became confused. If the others had not seen Fenris, then where was he? There was a sharp pang in her stomach as a thought crept into her mind. Maybe, maybe he left after the way she had spoken to him. He already seemed displeased with her presence… the argument she had with him could have pushed him away. What if she never saw him again?

"Well, I haven't seen him too. Not since after we entered the fade. He came by to the estate…"Her voice managed to croak once she had swallowed down the bile that had formed in her throat.

Isabela's eyes glimmered mischievously at Hawke. "He came by to your estate? Ooo…"

Hawke shook her head. "Nothing remotely like that happened. In fact, the total opposite happened. He tried to blame his decision to give into a demon on me… So I gave him a good bolloking and sent him out."

Mansion. He might be at the mansion. Hawke foot begun tapping at a fast pace, her heart thrumming against her chest. The thought of Fenris leaving her was fresh in her mind and all she could think about. She needed to get out and look for him.

"So, he came by your estate... and instead of ravishing him up, you yelled at him. Wow Hawke, you are clueless."

"And now he's nowhere to be seen. Hawke you must have scared him off pretty good." Varric added.

She was so worried her head began to hurt. She needed to get out, now.

Hawke shot up out of her chair. "I'm going to look for him." She muttered, briskly exiting Varric's quarters before the two rouges could interrogate her anymore on the situation.

X X X X

He was busy, drinking himself into oblivion. He brung the bottle up to his lips again, drawing it from his mouth after he had taken another large gulp before sending her a sweet smile. He outstretched the bottle in his hand, offering her some. She grabbed the bottle out of his hand taking a huge swig.

There was a huge wave of relief that flooded Hawke's body when she had seen him sat in the chair.

"Where have you been?" She asked taking a seat.

He peered up at her. "I thought you were not on best terms with me, I did not want to upset you further with my presence." He took another large gulp from the wine bottle before letting the empty bottle roll onto the table.

So they had been avoiding each other, both locking themselves away.

The guilt inside him churned. He had felt remorseful about the way he had confronted Hawke when he had betrayed her in the fade. There was an even sharper pang of guilt when he remembered how his ears picked up the sound of small sobs as he left her estate that night. He had made such a strong woman the guilt came the excessive drinking, trying to numb the feeling that consumed his body. The feeling he felt when he had when he had slaughtered the innocent fog warriors. He winced at the memory.

"Something on your mind?"He looked up at her once more, he lips had turned a deeper shade of red from the wine making them seem even plumper and delectable. At that moment he thought of what it would be like to kiss those lips, but he knew it was just the drink talking.

"That was the last bottle of Agreggio… I was meant to save it, for a special occasion." He lied.

Hawke inclined back into the chair. "And what might that special occasion be?"

A clumsy smile found its way onto Fenris's lips as he tried to think of a ploy. "The anniversary of my escape." He lent into Hawke. "Care to hear the story?" Again, the drink spoke for him. It wasn't something he liked to speak of, in fact the thought of it made him feel sick.

"Um, only if you would like." A small smile crept onto her face. "I enjoy hearing you talk."

He returned the smile with one of his own. It made Hawke's heart flutter, she should get him drunk more often if it meant that she'd be seeing more of that smile.

"There are few pleasures greater than talking to such a beautiful woman." It was a thought that slipped from his mouth. Drunken thoughts possibly. No, even Fenris could not blame his attraction to the woman on the drinking, she was beautiful and most men would be lying if they said she wasn't. It was no surprise that the abomination had fallen for her, sucking on her like a leech anytime she was in his presence.

The words that had escaped from Fenris's lips had caused Hawke to blush profusely; she sunk into her chair trying to hold back a squeal. He thought she was 'beautiful'. Her inward thoughts were cut short when Fenris begun to tell her of his plight, of how he escaped and found refuge with the fog warriors until Danarius had tracked him down. With one command, Fenris had slaughtered the only source of companionship he had, and his only shot at freedom. With such a burden on his shoulders, he didn't return back to Danarius… instead he stowed on a ship, his 'master' chasing after him. She had not commented on the story, she merely asked questions every so often. Fenris was grateful for that, he did not need anybody's sympathy and though the expression her face showed it he was appreciative.

"I've never spoken about what happened to anyone… I've never wanted to." He let out a gruff sigh. "You and I, we don't always see eye to eye, but…you must understand I have never allowed anyone to get close." He swayed in his chair slightly, catching himself on the armrest. "But you, you are unlike any woman I have ever met."

Her heart jumped. Hawke toyed with a piece of her hair, peaking up at him as his tantalising green watched her. There was a deathly silence that overcame them.

"Fenris…"

A hum left his lips, indicating he was listening.

"I, thank you. Thank you for telling me."Her gaze trailed to the floor. "I'm headed to the wounded coast tomorrow, it's only a small task that needs to be completed but I would like if you would come with me."

"Like I had said before Hawke, I am always at your disposal."