I finally finished this chapter! I don't know why, but I was having such a hard time writing this… I wanted the chapter to go one way, but the story had its own ideas. Thanks everyone for your patience!
Thanks to BioWare AND to all those that take the time to review!
Chapter Nine
The door to her bedroom swung shut behind Hawke and Fenris with a soft thud. Hawke walked farther into her room, as Fenris slid the bolt of the door's lock forward until it clicked smoothly into place. Before moving away from the door he pulled on the knob, making sure that the lock was firmly in place and would effectively prohibit any unwelcome guests-meaning Anders- from entering the bedroom. Satisfied, Fenris strode down the short entryway, and into the main part of Hawke's chambers.
Hawk was standing in front of her full-length oval mirror that stood in one corner of the room, frowning at her reflection, when Fenris entered the bedroom. He stood back, just out of her line of sight, and watched her for a few moments. Fenris smiled when Hawke put her hands flat upon the nascent swell of her stomach, and then he heard her mumble under her breath something about, "going to be as big as Bronto".
"And I'll still find you just as beautiful and desirable then, as I do now, Hawke."
Hawke turned around at the sound of Fenris' voice, and gave him an unconvinced look. Of course it was easy for him to say that now, when she still had her figure somewhat intact, and she wasn't all swollen and clumsy, looking like a beached whale in robes. Just wait until a few more months passed by- she was sure Fenris would change his way of thinking then. Hawke was not looking forward to the day when she was no longer able to see her own feet over the swell of her belly.
Fenris gave a soft laugh when she remained silent and unconvinced of the truth of his words, but soon his thoughts turned to more urgent matters. He gave her a fleeting smile. "Come here, Hawke." He gazed at her intently, his green eyes betraying the hunger he felt for her. He heard Hawke's quick intake of breath, and saw the light irises of her eyes darken in her desire for him. His eyes never left hers as she moved to stand before him. Fenris noticed that she was still holding her breath. His green eyes glinted with humor when he said to her, "Breathe, Hawke."
Hawke let out her breath in a noisy rush of air. Vexed by this particular reaction to him, she thought aloud, "Holy Maker! Why can't I ever remember to breathe- or think- when he looks at me like that?" She gave Fenris a startled look when she heard him give a small chuckle at her expense. Hawke hadn't meant to voice her thoughts out loud, but as usual, her brain wasn't functioning correctly around the elf. Her heart was beating unevenly within her chest, and she struggled to maintain some normalcy of breathing; Hawke was fighting a losing battle.
Anders had once told Hawke, that the darkspawn were driven –compelled- to answer the call of the Old Gods. That their mind, their very being was filled with only one single purpose, one single drive that was beyond all reasoning- to reach the Old Ones that called to them. She had never understood how they could be so out of control like that… how they could be like that. Until she had met Fenris-then she understood completely. Her body, her mind, her very soul, was compelled to seek out the one thing that she desired above everything and everyone else - Fenris.
And Fenris knew this. He had always been keenly aware of how he affected Hawke. He understood completely how she was feeling, for he felt the same way about her. For as long as he could remember, there had only been one all- consuming drive and desire, a single purpose, a need that filled his every waking thought and every nightly dream- to gain his freedom. But that desire, that need, that purpose, paled in comparison for how he now felt about Hawke. She had become his one and all-consuming desire and need. She had become his reason for living, she was his life.
Fenris reached out a hand, grabbed Hawke by her waist and pulled her roughly against him. His body reacted instantly to the feel of her as he pressed her soft curves closer against him. He buried his hand in her unbound hair, and pulled her head back slightly, exposing the long line of her neck to him. He felt her shiver as he trailed heated kisses up along the side of her neck, stopping now and again, to gently nip at a sensitive spot with his teeth. He scraped his teeth lightly against the line of her jaw, and then nibbled the lobe of her ear, before he turned his attention to the other side of her neck. He felt her body tremble when his warm breathe, and then his lips, touched her soft skin.
Hawke gave a soft sigh of delight, and she closed her eyes as Fenris continued to slowly brand her neck with his fiery kisses. She inhaled sharply in pleasure when the elf bit lightly down, and then sucked hard on a particular sensitive area of her neck. Her eyes flew open, and she dug her long nails into his back, as he branded her neck with his mark. Hawke deftly maneuvered her hands until they were buried in his hair; she suddenly yanked his head backwards, away from her neck, causing Fenris to take a quick breath in surprise. Hawke pulled his head forward again, and then she captured his mouth with her own, giving him an intense kiss that was full of longing and hunger.
Fenris gave a low groan as he greedily accepted Hawke's ardent kiss. He savored the feel of her supple lips as they moved against his, the sweet taste of her as he hungrily explored her mouth with his tongue, the immense thrill he received when he crushed his mouth against hers. The sense of urgency grew stronger in Fenris' body as he continued to return Hawke's kisses in an almost frenzied manner.
Hawke pressed herself up against the elf's hard body, as she wrapped her arms about his neck. She rose on the balls of her bare feet, sliding her body upwards along his, and she deepened her kiss. Hawke felt the rising need of Fenris' body through the cloth of her robes, and she fitted her aching lower body tightly against his thighs. She heard him groan low in response, and felt his hands, through the fabric of her garment, as they skimmed down the length of her back. Hawke suddenly wanted out of her robes. She needed to feel the touch of his hands on her bare skin.
"Fenris…"
Fenris felt her warm breath against his ear as she whispered his name. He heard the raw need in her voice, and he understood what it was that she wanted. Fenris was more than happy to oblige and remove the barrier of her clothing.
Hawke sensed the sudden presence of magical energy in the air, and a thought crossed her mind. "Fenris, just don't-"
Fenris' lyrium markings glowed blue as he carefully rent the back of her robe from neck to waist with a loud sound of the splitting fabric.
"-rip my robe." Hawke stepped back from Fenris, and her destroyed robes slid down the length of her, landing in a pool of ruined fabric around her feet. She gave Fenris an exasperated sigh. "Fenris… next time try and remove my robes by undoing the buttons. That works just as well, you know…and it's less expensive."
Fenris gave a low chuckle. "I'll be sure and try to remember that for next time."
Hawke smiled at Fenris to show that he was forgiven, and stepped out of the ring of clothing, kicking the discarded robes to one side. At least the impatient elf had left her underclothes intact, Hawke thought with another smile. She was about to mention her gratefulness for this to Fenris, when she noticed the strange expression on his face. "What's wrong?" she asked. Hawke, feeling unsure and a little uncomfortable, wrapped an arm around her stomach when she noticed that Fenris' gaze was lingering on her midsection.
Fenris reached out and pulled her arm away. "Don't, Hawke." It was the first time since finding out about the baby, that Fenris had seen her unclothed. He placed a hand on the small, but noticeable, swell of her stomach. A look of wonder and then elation crossed his face. He studied Hawke's face when she placed her smaller hand over his, and said, "I never thought it would be possible to ever love you, Hawke, more than I already did… but I was wrong."
Hawke, not trusting herself to speak as unshed tears welled within her eyes, raised her other hand and lovingly touched the side of his face. Unable to give voice to her feelings at the moment, she leaned in and gave Fenris a kiss, a kiss that was meant to convey the depths of the love she felt for him. Hawke, however, soon realized that a single kiss would not be an adequate way to sufficiently convey her feelings to him. She broke of her kiss, and stepping back from Fenris, she turned and headed towards her bed.
Fenris watched the alluring sway of Hawke's hips for a moment, and then he followed her to the bed. He had never wanted her as much as he did-right now- at this very moment in time. He desired more, than anything, the emotional connection and physical relief that only Hawke could give him… and he wanted to give it back to her in return. Fenris wanted-needed- to show Hawke just how much she meant to him.
When Fenris reached the side of the large four-poster bed, he took Hawke into his arms and kissed her. He kissed her until their breathing became rough and ragged, and the beat of their hearts became louder and more than a little unsteady. Fenris kissed Hawke until he had the almost overwhelming urge to take her right then and there. His passion for Hawke had grown wild and intense, but Fenris fought against- what he felt- were the almost mindless compulsions of his baser needs, and reigned in his lust.
Hawke, on the other hand, had no such qualms in giving in to her passion and baser needs and lust for Fenris. Her body craved his touch, and the pleasure he could give her, and she wasn't about to restrict or reign in that craving. Nor was she about to let Fenris restrain his desire for her. Hawke loved it when Fenris gave in to his unrestrained lust for her. It both excited and humbled her.
Hawke ran her hands down the hard muscles of his chest, and then down over his rippled abdomen, until she reached the ties of his sleepwear. With eager hands she undid the knotted ties at the front of his pants, and loosened them. She grabbed the fabric at both sides, and then tugged the pants down over his narrow hips and slim muscular thighs, until they fell to the floor in a heap around Fenris' ankles.
Fenris kicked away his unwanted pants, and was almost undone when Hawke's hand brushed against his fullness. He growled low in his throat and grabbed her by her upper arms; he pulled Hawke to him and gave her an unrestrained kiss full of lust and need. Fenris inhaled sharply, and then almost moaned in ecstasy when Hawke touched him again. He felt a thrilling hotness spread through him, as the heat, emanating from her hand, surround him.
"Maker above, Hawke…" he moaned. "What are you doing to me?"
"Giving you pleasure, Fenris… with my magic." Hawke laughed softly when she heard him groan again. "Do you wish me to stop, elf? I wouldn't want you to compromise your stand against… magic."
She tightened her hand around him, and intensified the heat that was flowing from her moving hand just enough to cause Fenris to moan aloud in pleasure once more. When Hawke sensed that the elf was on the verge of losing his control, she removed her hand. She slid both hands along his lyrium markings, a move that caused them both to feel that familiar tingle run through both their bodies as the magic within her reacted to the power of his tattoos.
Hawke laughed again when Fenris picked her up abruptly, and tossed her onto the middle of her bed. "I'll take that as a 'no'," teased Hawke as she lay reclined upon her bed. "And that you quite enjoy my magical abilities."
Fenris gave Hawke a half smile, and then joined her on the bed, positioning himself on his side, facing her as she lay there upon her back. The woman never failed to surprise him- and annoy him. But he wouldn't have it any other way. He couldn't imagine loving any other woman, than Hawke. "You are a woman unlike any other, Hawke. You are unlike any other mage," he said. "I love you… magic and all."
Hawke smiled and turned onto her side, facing him. "I love you too." She laughed again when Fenris rolled onto his back and then pulled her on top of him. She sat up, looked down into his handsome face and said, "Speaking of magic, there is another very unique way of using my elemental magic… shall I show you what I can do with… electricity?"
Fenris stared at her in surprised silence for a moment before trying to swallow the lump in his throat, which had suddenly gone dry. "Maker above…" he said with a small, low moan.
Hawke felt Fenris' unmistakable reaction to her proposal, as she sat straddled over his nude form. She gave a low, husky laugh and said, "I'll take that as a 'yes'."
