*Spoiler Warning*

This one shot contains end-game spoilers. You have been warned!

A/N: You did this to me Anders! You and all you other fan-girls! You should be ashamed of yourselves! On another note, this is the end of this. Please read my Fenris One-shot(s) collection & Please continue to read, review and fav. It warms my heart. Truly.

"You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back." - Barbara De Angelis

Anders and Hawke burst through the door to her bedroom at the Hawke estate wrapped in each others arms, kissing and claiming. Sure Anders had blown up the Chantry. Sure he had killed the Grand Cleric. Sure she had sided with the mages. Sure she had killed the First Enchanter and the Knight-Commander and they were now fugitives on the run for their lives. But they didn't care, they had come away alive, and they needed to feel alive. To know that they were both there and it wasn't just a dream. To know that what they had was worth fighting for, dying for. Anders leaned into her, kissed her hard, possessively. She was his, and he would protect her with all his Vengeance. Anders pulled back a bit as his thumb caressed her face tracing her jawbone.

"I thought with Justice…this part of me is over. I can't give you a normal life. If you're with me we will be hunted, hated. The whole world will be against us." Anders told her, he didn't know why he told her theses things, the thought of loosing her drove him mad. He bent his head, pushing her hair from her shoulder, and his tongue touched her pulse. Tiny flames danced along her neck and throat, edging down toward her breasts. Her nipples peaked beneath the thin top, and her body felt soft and pliable and so achy she burrowed closer to him.

She ran her hand up and down his arm, feeling the definition of his muscles beneath her palm. So hard. She closed her eyes, briefly wanting to feel him skin-to-skin. She wanted to seduce him, to take him into her body and fill the emptiness she felt inside of him. His eyes came alive with such stormy turbulence that her heart jumped. The dark black irises glowed amber almost gold, taking her breath away. That wildness in her, that place she never wanted to acknowledge, leapt forward in recognition, and she leaned close before she could think, before she could stop herself, brushing his mouth with hers, breathing for him, taking the adrenaline into her own body. Taking his need. Taking his desires. Taking him. He kissed her back, his tongue sliding into the silken heat of her mouth. Every nerve ending leapt to life.

"Anders…I'm already hunted and hated. But I'd do it a million times over to be with you." Hawke said as he held her even tighter in his arms. His fingertips brushed her face, down her arms to slide up inside her robes. Her skin was warm and inviting. A lush temptation far too exotic for him to ignore. He cupped her beast, took the weight in his palm, his thumb sliding in a caress over her nipple. Hawke's body flooded with hot need. How could she possibly want him, no need him, so quickly? It was actually frightening to think she could be so out of control at a mere touch. So out of character for someone who thought through her every move and planned everything down the smallest detail.

"I don't know whether to cherish every moment I am with you, or to fear for your life to have me there." Anders said softly as Hawke pushed her breast deeper into his palm, savoring the way her entire body responded to the friction.

"I think we both know the answer to that question." He leaned down to brush a kiss to the top of her head. His fingers massaged her body. When he reached out to push a strand of hair from her face, his fingers brushing across her sensitive skin, she shivered.

"I cannot take my hands off of you. I am trying. But it is not working." Hawke found it fascinating the way her body tightened and clenched in reaction to the stroking caress of his fingers. She wanted him right there. Right at that moment. With the fire burning in front of them and her body wrapped around his.

"You are so distracting…" Anders murmured. She wanted him to take her, wanted to feel his body plunging deep and hard inside hers. He replaced his hand with his mouth. Hawke cried out with the wave of sensations swamping her. Her arms circled his head to cradle him to her breast. Ravenous hunger rose within him.

His arms went around her, and he pulled her even closer, body to body, his mouth on hers, his pulse thundering in her ears. They were merged, mind to mind, and she felt the sudden shift in him, the way every cell recognized her, wanted her, needed her. His teeth tugged at her lip, nipped and teased and demanded. Heat flared, driving away the cold of his skin, pushing out the shadows and sorrow of old memories until there was only this-the ultimate feeling. Sheer bliss.

He drew her robes over her head and let out his breath at the sight of her breasts. He could tell she had a need, a terrible pressure building and building deep inside of her. The heat. The shimmering fire.

"Maker help me." Anders moaned. There was a dangerous edge to his hunger. To his need. His body was heavy and full and thick, pressing tightly against her. He shed his clothes as her hands found his broad back, traced the muscles there. Her neck throbbed and burned. A spot over her left breast throbbed and burned. In her deepest core, small mini-explosions seemed to be going off, rocking her, making her weak.

"I want to feel your skin against mine," he whispered. His hand was already sliding up her leg, along her calf, up her thigh, inside where she ached and craved and needed him. Where she offered him a refuge and haven. His knuckles moved in small circles against her damp core while his mouth ravaged hers. Around him, the world dropped away.

He brought both hands up to hold her in his arms, hold her against him, one hand cupping the back of her head as he lowered her to the bed. He wasn't wild this time, didn't want to be. He took great care, slow and easy, wanting to taste every inch of her, wanting to take them both on a silken journey of pure sensation.

She reached up to push back his fall of silky hair, so long and luxurious, thick, thicker even than she remembered. His hair had been beautiful, but now, maybe because every sensation seemed so much more to her, his hair seemed longer, a thick pelt she wanted to stroke and caress and bury her face in. More than anything, she wanted to comfort him, make him feel whole and alive and so much better.

Her hand shaped the nape of his neck and she lifted her mouth to his. His kiss matched the lazy, slow movement of his hands as they slid up to cup her breasts. His thumbs teased and flicked, with that same languorous pace, creating pinpoints of flame that radiated from her breasts to her belly to melt into a pool of molten liquid between her legs. Her body was instantly slick and hot and already eager for his.

She loved his mouth. The feel and shape of it. The way it was so hot and commanding. No matter how gentle he began, within moments his mouth took over hers, drugging her with kisses, sending flames spinning into a vortex of need. His hands slid over her skin, leaving her writhing for more, so gentle, so patient, that it shocked her when he suddenly lowered his head and covered her breast with his hot, greedy mouth.

She arched into him, cradling his head, stroking his hair, whispering encouragement, asking for more.

Anders lifted his head to look down at her. She was so beautiful, offering herself up to him to make the past all better. If anyone could do it, she could. He was aroused beyond anything he'd ever thought possible. Whether she knew it or not, she was in his mind, heightening his needs, showing him her eagerness to please him in anyway he wanted-or needed. She was his own personal playground, but this time, his lust was wrapped in love. He knew it absolutely. There was no way not to love her when she gave him everything without reservation, when she had the courage to hand her body over to a man as dominant as he.

Anders knelt over her, staring down at her full, ripe breasts. Her nipples were hard and eager. Her legs were slightly spread, so he could see the slick, wet invitation of her body calling to his through her panties. With a small growl rumbling in the back of his throat, he lowered his head once again to hers. She opened her mouth to him, accepting the hard spearing of his tongue. His teeth tugged at her lower lip, bit at the soft bow as his tongue teased and thrust. Beneath him, her skin heated to a smooth, sensitized silk, so that every time he rubbed his body over hers, she shivered and trembled with eagerness.

Her hands dropped to his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh, trying to hold on, as he deepened the kisses, rough now, demanding, making each one hotter and more addicting than the last. She was drowning, with no way to surface, his hands hard and hot on her body, his tongue capturing hers over and over, drawing it into his own mouth, his lips taking control in the way his hands did.

His palms slid possessively over her breasts, fingers tugging at her nipples. Arrows of flames streaked down her belly and darted between her thighs. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating down his spine and around to his groin, to hum through his erection. He wedged his knee between her thighs, opening her further to him.

He blazed a trail of fire from her lips to her neck, to the pulse beating frantically there. His teeth nipped and his tongue swirled us he listened to the surge of blood pounding in her veins for him. It was music-sheer music, setting his own blood surging in answer. It was only Hawke who could do this for him-quiet every demon, set his soul soaring, bring poetry to his life in the midst of too much reality.

She began to ride his thigh with a helpless little cry, struggling to assuage the need growing in her. He could feel the gathering of inviting moisture against his bare skin where she rubbed restlessly, and it felt so sensuous he could barely hang on to his control.

He flicked her nipple with a quick, hard stroke, and she jumped beneath him, already so sensitized that when he covered her breast, drawing the creamy flesh into the fiery heat of his mouth, she arched her body more fully into him, her cries driving him further into a frenzy of desire.

Her heart was loud, pounding out a rhythm to match his. He made his way down her body, gliding over the silky surface until he could clamp his arms around her thighs and lift her to his greedy mouth. He had woken craving the taste of her, almost more than the hunger for blood. Anders dragged her slacks down, stripping away her lace panties, he covered her intriguing little slit with his mouth, tongue flicking and stroking her clit. Her first release was hard and fast, her muscles tightening until the sensitive nerve endings were on fire, but he didn't stop.

Hawke tried to push away from him, but his strength was too much. All she could do was thrash wildly beneath him in an effort to escape his wicked mouth, which only incited him more.

That's it, Hawke burn for me. Go up Inflames. Scream. Become mine completely.

His voice was a rough whisper in her mind. His mouth suckled as his tongue assaulted her. It was too much, too fast, her body too sensitive.

I can't. You're going to kill me. Maybe not kill, but certainly destroy everything she had been, remaking her into someone else, someone highly sexual, someone who would need his hands and mouth and body for eternity. It was frightening to be so out of control, to have her body taken over, to have endless sensations build and build relentlessly. The second climax rushed over her, and she screamed his name, a plea, either to stop or for more, she honestly didn't know.

No, Hawke, I am loving you the only way I know how. I am giving you everything I am and taking everything that you are.

He heard the growls of pleasure rumbling in his throat, knew the sound vibrated through her sheath, just as it vibrated through him. Her womb spasmed. He tightened his hold and took more, demanded more. This time he thrust his tongue hard and fast, pressing against her ultrasensitive spot while he drew the sweet honey from her body, lust and love gripping him so strongly he shuddered with it. His marauding mouth flung her into a third orgasm. She let out a keening wail.

Anders, please. Please, please do something. Anything.

He rose above her, his features harsh with lust, his eyes filled with love. The combination was almost her undoing. Her heart seemed to stop for a moment, then began to pound so hard her chest ached. He lifted her hips again, dragging her towards him so he could rest her legs on his broad shoulders, the pulsing head of his cock lodged in her entrance.

She held her breath, everything inside her focused completely on that one burning spot. The knot of nerves throbbed in anticipation. He surged forward, the thick length of him driving through the tight, silken muscles already so inflamed and swollen that the friction threw her into an even harder climax that didn't seem to stop. He buried himself completely, feeling the velvet walls contract and squeeze, the rippling sensations so strong he groaned with the need for control.

There was none. There could be none. The scent and feel of her tight sheath surrounding him, milking him, drove him past all sanity, and he plunged into her over and over, pistoning long strokes into her, letting the fiery sensations take him completely.

Anders. There was fear in her voice. In her mind. She clutched at his shoulders, nails biting deep, head thrashing back and forth as she lifted her hips to meet his sensual assault.

You are safe, Hawke. I've got you safe. Relax for me.

He clenched his teeth, trying to hold on when every part of him wanted to let go, to explode into another dimension altogether. There was no longer shame or pain or other worlds around him or in him. There was only Hawke, his other half, and the sanctuary of pleasure she provided.

Let go, Hawke. Fly with me.

Hawke felt him then, in her head, sharing his body's pleasure, sharing her pleasure, so that their minds heightened the experience even more. Every deep stroke sent shock waves coursing through her, through him. Every thrust sent the lightning streaks racing through them. Sweat glistened on their skin as they reached together, each one wanting the other's ultimate pleasure.

He drove his cock deep, hard, into her pulsing, silken sheath. She was strangling him, her muscles tight and swollen from the multiple orgasms, sending fire streaking through his body. Impossibly, he felt his erection grow, locking down inside of her as his balls drew up and hot seed jetted into her depths. Pulse after pulse while his body shuddered with the power of the eruption, pleasure consuming him, shaking him.

Beneath him, she screamed, her release tearing through her, her eyes glazing over, her face stretched taut with shock, the orgasm almost too intense to bear. The edges of her vision narrowed until she could only see him. His shoulders and chest blocked out the world around them as he began to lean forward with infinite slowness over the top of her.

His body was still hard, still locked in her body. The movement of his body pressed the thick hard length of him against her most sensitive spot. She shook. He let her see it coming, wanted her to know what he was doing. "Be still," he whispered when he felt her tremble, when he saw her eyes widen in what might have been fear. "I would never harm you, Hawke."

His teeth sank deep right in the same place he had marked the swell of her breast. She cried out as the pain gave way to another erotic shift. Her body pulsed and wept around his, tightening with exquisite rhythm. She wrapped her arms around him, holding his head to her, giving him everything she was.

Resisting, he slowly withdrew from her, savoring the feel of her sheath reluctantly giving him up. He rolled over, pulling her on top of him so that she was lying stretched across him like a blanket.

He lay beneath her, feeling the imprint of her body over his, the soft mounds of her breasts, her nipples pressing into his chest. She was soft, wet flesh, silky smooth with her lush curves. He could feel her heart beating, feel the heat between her legs, hear the sound of her blood rushing hotly in her veins. Her fingers settled in his hair. She was perfect. The moment was perfect.

"Keep your arms around my neck. Hold on, Hawke. Hold tight."

She wanted to protest. She should of protested if she had an ounce of decency. Instead, she wrapped her arms securely around his neck and held on tight. He lifted her. Easily. As if she had no weight to her at all. "Wrap your legs around my waist."

The catch in his voice destroyed her. She obeyed him, her body open and vulnerable to the invasion of his. Hawke cried out as he pressed against her very core. Wave after wave of sensation rocked her. Rocked him. He moaned as he felt her. Hot. Wet. Slick. A velvet fist wrapping tightly around him as he entered her. She thought she might have screamed with the sheer ecstasy of it. Pleasure shimmered around her, over her and through her. Through him. He moved his hips surging into her hard. Deep. She rose up, using her strength, slid down the length of him with exquisite slowness, paying particular attention to how she made him feel.

The breath slammed out of his lungs and he burned for her. Hawke accepted her own power with a very feminine smirk and took the initiative. She began to ride him, using his movements to guide her, searching for the perfect move, her muscles milking and gripping strongly. It was heaven. Paradise. She didn't ever want to stop. His hands massaged her buttocks in time to the wild ride, driving the passion up another notch, white flames licked from their toes to the top of their hears. Breath mingled, air disappeared, lungs burned. Nothing mattered but the waves of pleasure washing over them. The pressure continued to build. She could feel it like a gathering volcano in him. He could feel it like a racing storm in her.

Hawke suddenly tightened her arms around his neck, leaned into him, her teeth finding his shoulder as he plunged deep, dragging her hips downward to meet his body. Flames crackled and sizzled from the fire burning in the fireplace in front of them. Their shadows danced together, intertwined against the wall behind them. The earth around them seemed to rock, ripple with life and explode into a thousand pinpoints of light.

Hawke lay on his shoulder, unmoving, uncertain she could move. Wondering why they both weren't a puddle of water on the floor. The most energy she could summon was to touch her tongue to the bite marks on Ander's shoulder. She could feel the tiny indentation with her tongue. "I bit you."

"You do not sound sorry."

"Perhaps I'm not. I think it was in retaliation. I believe you bit me earlier." His rumbling laughter caused an electrical vibration to sizzle through her body. Just that fast, it brought another orgasm. She rode it out, savoring every shudder.

"Perhaps I should teach you a lesson, then." Anders husky voice caressed her ears, his hot breath against her already scorching skin. He carried her over to the bed sitting her down as he parted her thighs wide enough to allow his broad shoulders between her legs. "Let this be a lesson to you, Hawke." He bent his head to her, teeth nipping gently on the inside of her tights, his breath warm on her most vulnerable entrance. His hands gathered her hips and simply her into his mouth so that she cried out, grabbed fistfuls of his hair for an anchor.

Hawke allowed her head to fall back. Her breasts seemed to ache with fullness. Every muscle in her body went taut. His tongue did incredible things, caressing, and stroking, and probing. Everywhere he touched, he soothed and heightened her pleasure. Her body coiled tighter and tighter, winding like a spring. She was wet and hot and impatient for him. She wanted to cry with the wonder and beauty of the way he could make her feel. And yes she needed. And hungered. For him.

Anders lifted his head, brought her mouth to his, sharing her taste, his tongue teasing hers before he spun her around and bent her over the edge of the bed. "Have you learned your lesson yet? I told you not to tease me unless you were ready for the repercussions." He said, his voice heavy with need and want. Every part of his body desired her, and he would not deny himself that. His hands cupped her breasts while he pressed against her buttocks, deliberately showing her the fullness of his desire. "Well?" he asked as Hawke reached back in an effort to guide him into her.

Anders avoided her hand, rubbed again, his teeth nipping her firm bottom. Hawke began to turn around, determined two could play. Anders held her against the bed frame, caught her hips, and pushed into her tight sheath with exquisite slowness. "You want slow and easy, remember?" He was so thick, she could feel him stretching her, pushing his way into her folds, the slow friction driving her to the edge of madness.

"I didn't say that. I'm sure I didn't say that." He was very strong, holding her with a gentle but completely unbreakable grip, all the while moving with leisurely, long strokes. Each surge forward made her shudder with pleasure. She had to remain completely still while he did the work.

She stopped trying to struggle back into him, just allowing the pleasure to wash over her in waves. Her breasts tightened, and Ander's every moment enhanced her experience, just as he meant it to. Hawke reached for his mind to share her every orgasm, the beauty of giving herself up to heat and fire. To him. She could feel his growing exhilaration as her body became more and more stimulated, gripping him tightly and taking him with her right over the edge.

When she could breath again, Hawke found herself laughing as he collapsed on the bed with her, taking her into his arms. "Are we permanently stuck together? Again? My legs are going to give out, and I didn't do any of the work." Anders slipped out of her body, turned her around to face him, his hands resting lightly on her hips.

"I love you Hawke. I am a lucky man." Anders whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

"I love you too, Anders, let's run away together and stay together not matter what."

"Ten years from now... A hundred years from now... Someone like me will love someone like you—and there will be no Templars to tear them apart."

"That is a world I would like to live to see."

"As do I Hawke. As do I."

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