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The lightning flashed in the sky and rattled the dusty old mansion. Fenris looked up from the flickering flames of the fireplace, the crystal glass nearly void of wine dangled between his middle and index fingers. He could empty out the small basin he had placed under one of the larger holes in his roof. But he wasn't. He could place a few more miscellaneous pots and jars and basins he never used to prevent the slight flooding the downpour was making in the slight dimple in his floor. But he wouldn't. He turned his solemn gaze back to the flickering flames of the fire. A cold rush of wind suddenly encircled him, coming from both the hole in his roof and the now open door. His eyes flashed to the door while his hand dropped the wineglass, the crystal shattering, as he reached for his weapon.
Hawke stood there, leaning against the doorframe, her figure outlined in drenched cotton and leather. Her arms were crossed over her chest, not from any form of sassiness towards him, but strictly from the cold. Her mabari, Loki, stood behind her and the pungent smell of a very dirty and very wet dog reached Fenris' nose. She looked down at Loki, pointed towards the fire and firmly said "stay". The mabari trotted over to the fire after attempting to shake out any excess water and he laid down on the moth eaten rug. Hawke reached Fenris and leaned down to kiss him, making him not only realize that he had been staring at her too long but that his hand still gripped the hilt of his sword. Her lips brushed against his softly and left before he could react. She sauntered over towards the small lake that filled the pothole on that side of the room. Bending down, she hauled some pots and pans over towards the lake and filled them up. She opened a window and tossed out the water, and repeated the process until the lake was nothing more than a small puddle of inconvenience. He continued to sit there, watching her complete this unassigned task with interest. Her clothes stuck to her curves and he prided himself in the thought that he knew every inch of her, every curve, scar and mole. She walked back over to him, silently wringing her braid and shirt out. Loki rolled onto his other side to warm it as another cold burst of wind coursed through the house. His eyes burned their way across her frame and she smiled smugly at the hunger in the green depths. She began to lift her cotton blouse over her head, revealing her smooth and toned stomach and her purple breast band that he fought the urge to tear off of her skin. She tossed the fabric in front of the fire in a heap to dry next to Loki, his ears twitching at the small breeze it created. Her leather clad legs, cold and damp, straddled him and his bare fingers made their way up her back and to the fabric that hid her breasts from him. Her hands flashed behind her back and caught his with a few clicks of her tongue. She was smirking as she felt his hands wind their way back down her back. Her slim fingers twisted into his white mane and she heard him growl in approval when her nails began to scrape against his scalp.
Hawke looked down at him with lust coiling in her stomach, his lyrium glowed faintly in the shadow she castes over his face, his white hair wild and getting rather long; the depths of his green eyes were hidden from her as they closed shut in pleasure and a rumble of approval vibrated through his chest. She felt his arousal through her leather and smiled at him when he opened his eyes. His hands are at her breast band again, but this time she detangles herself from him and the disapproving sound that rumbles through his throat make her giggle. The rain somehow grows more intense as she saunters to his bed, slowly peeling off the leather that stuck to her legs like a lifeline. His fingers twitched enviously at the action.
Lightning flashed again, the thunder shattering the mansion once again.
Loki's ears twitched and he whimpered, he looked at his owner with what Fenris thought to be fear and then surprise in his eyes. Fenris smirked at the Mabari's intelligence, tonight was a night where stupidity would benefit the dog.
"Fenris?"
Hawke cooed to him, he turned to see Hawke sitting on her knees on his unmade bed in nothing but her unmentionables. A wave of heat coursed through him and he almost ran over to her. The ever-present smirk was on her lips when he reached her, her hands rushed to his tunic and began to unbutton it; his hands grasped the sides of her throat and he hungrily leaned in for a kiss. They worked like this, it was routine but it would never get old, one of them kissing and sucking and biting and the other undressing and groping. The thunder roared through the sky mimicking his want and need for her when he pushed her back on the bed. She bounced slightly giving him a sight he thoroughly enjoyed and he crawled on top of her pulling the covers along with them in order to hide their actions from the whimpering hound. Her giggles and moans were music to Fenris' ears and they made love, the lightning flashed but he only saw her. The thunder rolled through the air, but Fenris only heard Hawke's cries of pleasure. The storm outside grew into a magnificent maelstrom causing the run-down mansion to shake against the cold wind and rain. Fenris and Hawke were so absorbed with each other that they did not notice the aching house or destructive storm beyond their covers, but they did however notice Loki's very muddy and very stinky mass barrel into the covers and shoving them both to the side in fear for his life against the lightning. The Mabari shivered and shook between the couple as if he were a rabbit surrounded by foxes. So stunned were the two that they did not try and comfort the dog, they just began to laugh. Hake's laugh boisterous and unladylike and Fenris' poorly contained laugh only slightly softer than his lover's. Even Loki who after his fear had subsided began to give a canine chuckle, making Hawke and Fenris laugh even more. Hawke eventually crawled over Loki, her breathless laughs ghosting into Fenris' ears as she pushed the dog over to the far edge of the bed, much to the dog's distaste. Hawke, still chuckling, entwined her legs with Fenris' and snuggled into the hollow of his neck where she fit perfectly.
As the pair drifted to a relaxing slumber with the rain as their lullaby, they did not notice the hound whom crept closer and closer to them, his haunches tensed and prepared to leap.
