(Ok so this chapter does not tease, so if you don't like reading lemony goodness then this chapter is probably not good for you. Also I hope I did a good job with it, I found it harder to write than I thought it would. Thank you reviewers and constant readers, you guys are too good to me. Hopefully this chapter will tide you guys over till I am done exams...which I should be studying for right now :P And no I have no delusions about owning DA content, pretty sure Bioware has that claim. Enjoy)
Chapter Ten: Wolf
As it stood Revas had a lot of say in almost everything and with almost everyone. The young cub was a fraction the size of his mother, a plume of fluff and owned eyes to make even a Par Vollen Male crumble at the knees. Case in point everyone was putty in his hands..err paws?
She should have seen it coming really, he was a typical child seeking attention and the rough way his species plays around, what better companions than the tough skinned former Qunari? Serrah knew Fenris even held a little place in his heart for the fur ball but due to the fact the cub was the source of his... every night frustration, he was less than willing to let anyone witness anything except his dislike or indifference. Dominance was established right away; in fact the control Revas had truly started during the first time he woke with his new family.
Cloudy fur invaded her nostrils as she became aware of herself being half awake. A Tevinter curse fully woke her as Fenris sputtered insults at the large kitten sprawled across their bodies.
"Remove yourself cat." The demand was not without the threat of a heated glare.
Revas let out a long annoyed growl and stretched his legs with a yawn. He shook his head as though it would wake him up faster and took his sweet time crawling his way to lie directly between them.
"Why did he need to sleep in the tent?" Fenris asked sitting up with forward slumped shoulders.
She didn't answer a little distracted by his bare chest and marvelling at the way the lyrium complimented his tanned skin and lean muscles. His hair was slightly ruffled his long lashes the only thing keeping the silver strands from bothering his eyes. Revas sneezed and started to roughly lick at her face forcing her from her stares. She finally answered giggling from the affectionate attack.
"Because he insisted."
"Yes, I noticed."
Revas bounded around happily nudging at both of them and occasionally darting in and out of the tent flap until they finally decided they would get no more sleep. The camp was almost completely empty save a few who were fixing the morning meal.
Fenris sighed annoyed, "The sun has barely risen."
"Early bird catches the worm?" Serrah offered apologetically, the elf not looking the least bit amused.
"I don't eat worms."
She smiled at the adorable pout Fenris probably didn't even realize he was releasing. His expression changed when he saw Revas jumped onto a tree trunk after a bird and gave Serrah a saucy smile.
"We could sneak back in while he is preoccupied..." He mused with his hand cupping his chin in mischievous thought.
She was sure her blush melted off her clothes with the way he looked at her, his eyes disrobing her with a pleasing glint.
"You look like a dirty Ashkaari, elf." A burly Karasten stated mockingly. "It is almost disturbing."
Serrah did not know the meaning of Ashkaari, but the way the large grey man smirked her guess at his overall comment had her overwhelmed by images that turned her body crimson. Revas leaped from a tree branch oblivious to fear and landed next to the warrior on four steady paws. The man did not flinch but stared with mild interest.
"I wonder if you will grow to inspire fear one day." He mused. "You look to be a young shadow cat, but it does not look possible for you to ever be that big."
Revas let out a strangled throaty mixture of a growl and a mew. The man raised an eyebrow and lent down to produce a proper growl, which was met by another noble attempt by the cub. Again a fierce growl erupted from the deep caverns of his lungs and was challenged with another pathetic attempt.
"You will get better." He stated patting the cub on the head before walking off.
Serrah felt a little stunned by the strange and somehow adorable reaction from the towering man and looked to Fenris.
He shrugged, "Your cat is a demon and can charm people?"
"He can't be a demon." She countered, "He is too cute."
"Yes because man has never fallen due to deceiving appearances." Revas perked up trotting towards the women starting the morning meal and received with coos and treats. "A devil in disguise."
Case in point the cub had men and women alike who would come at his beck and call; while never really leaving Serrah's side, much to her companion's dismay. But one thing she did truly love about the rascals presence was the fact that he allowed the couple to step back from their tangible animal attraction and fill their time with actual conversation.
"I am at a loss; I don't actually that much about you." She confided as they walked back through the forest after scouting the area.
"What exactly do you wish to know? I was a slave and remember nothing beforehand." He sighed giving her a sidelong glance while tightening a strap on his grieves. "Does that bother you?"
"It does make me want to sink a blade in between the Magister's eyes. But what I meant was stuff like, what makes you tick." She continued as he chuckled not letting him add a joke, "Your views on the world, what is your favourite way to pass the time, a favourite colour even! I know none of these."
"Selfish and destructive, never really had much free time to pass, and your eyes." He purred the last part pausing to kiss her forehead. "They are the strangest cross between blue and green, and they twinkle when you smile."
As always his touch was like static rippling on her skin and she couldn't help but smile up at him.
"Anything else you wish to know?" His lips brushed hers and on cue their fur ball swats his tail between their faces from a tree branch, "aside from the fact that I dislike cats."
Serrah laughed and pulled the oversized kitten from the low branch.
"He isn't so bad." She cooed scratching behind his ears and releasing him onto the ground. "And there is still much mystery surrounding you my good ser."
"This mystery you speak of is around you as well. It is not as though I know much of you either... aside from the mumbling you do as you dream."
"I like green, lying in an open field under the sun, swimming, animals, stories..." She looked over at his raised brow, "Well fine what do you want to know? And if you are not going to tell me what I mumble while I sleep I don't want to hear it at all."
He shrugged, "Why do you insist we need to know everything about one another?"
This she had to think about, "Why not? I mean does it not bother you being with someone who seems to have a past deeply weaved in the Imperium? Does it bother you that I am a weak little human?"
She felt on the verge of tears and could not conjure an explanation as to why. Serrah wanted to be strong when around Fenris but one way or another always showed signs of weakness, physically and emotionally. Somehow managing to hold back she peered up at the elf's serious expression as she wrapped her arms around herself.
"Does it bother you that I am an Elf? That we are a pair of fugitive slaves? That lyrium courses through my blood and is etched in my skin?" He reached out and ran a steady hand through her long locks, "Does having my affection bother you?"
Serrah shook her head smiling at how silly she was being, "Of course not, and although those tattoo's are a memory of pain I must admit they...compliment."
He covered his chuckle with a laugh as he motioned towards a tree with a patch of sunlight streaming through its thick embellishment of greenery. They sat and she nuzzled herself against his side happily while he stroked her hair out of habit.
"You talk about me." He answered out of nowhere catching the dosing human off guard. "Apparently I am handsome, but what is your fascination with my hair?"
She blushed, "That's what I sleep talk about? Dear Maker!" She buried her face in her hands and peeked at him through her fingers. "It's pretty; your silver hair is pretty."
"You also talk about a Tamlen, is he handsome as well?" He baited, "I wonder if he could stand up to my broadsword."
Serrah sighed, "He isn't my fancy, from what I can gather he is an ex-lover of some Dalish woman I kept having visions of. Those visions have seemed to stop since I got drunk the other night... would you actually be jealous enough to pull your blade?" She asked a little breathlessly not able to keep her mind on one track.
"Jealous? I don't plan on losing you to anyone if that is what you mean." He batted the cub away before he could get mauled and cupped her face in his palm. "You have become very special to me; I do not think I have ever felt this way about anyone."
She leaned into his palm while resting her hand on his heart; he lightly held her hand there and gently placed his lips to hers.
"We are moving camp," Asala called out to the trio interrupting their little moment. "Would be nice if you helped pack."
"Well I guess a day lounging in the sun was too much to hope for." She stood looking down at the lanky elf that seemed just as reluctant to be active. "Hurry wolf, lest Asala release her Dragon after us."
"Must you call me that?" He asked repositioning the sword at his back.
"Why? Does it make you miss our former Master?" Distaste dripping of her words as she waited for the elf to catch up to her.
"No." His voice low and husky in her ear, "When you say it I want to sling you over my shoulder and find my tent."
His sudden change of tune surprised her but had no time to answer as the Fog Warriors busied them with packing everything the camp would not need that night. Which was everything; all that was left unpacked were the clothes on their backs and their bed rolls.
"So much for stealing me away to the tent tonight, wolf." Serrah teased as they rolled up and secured the thick weather worn material.
"There are other private places I could carry you off to." He stated tossing the tent into a wagon as Revas attentively teased a horse. "Places I would make sure he could not find."
Serrah urged the cub away from the larger beast and he scampered off, "So just ravage me in the woods then, like a big bad wolf?"
"Yes, just keep eating away my self control." He turned to her taking the wrapped weaponry from her.
"You mean you don't have limitless control?" She gasped in fake surprise, "The horror to think you are but only a man."
A cough tore their gazes away from each other to see a conservative Fog Warrior with the sternest face she had ever seen; her face heating with the realization that he heard their suggestive banter.
"Yes?" Fenris inquires supposedly unshaken.
"Atashi requests an audience."
The man then hulks off as though he never spoke to the couple. Fenris only shrugged when she cocked a brow. They made their way to the sapphire eyed Fog Warrior and found him speaking fondly with his considerably better looking half, Asala. Upon seeing them however his face lit up with what could only be described as humour.
"I am disappointed." He starts a smile a shadow of his lips, "Could not care for a pet, one full day."
Serrah gasped as he lifted Revas by the scruff of his neck, the cub's ears lay back in a manner akin to regret. When had that trouble maker left her side?
"He got into the supply of herbs." He further clarified settling the drugged babe softly on the dirt. "He is fine, but will probably sleep till the next rise of the sun."
"With that in mind, someone will need to replenish the supply." Asala interjected with an almost impish smile. "We are heading to the caves tonight not a long walk, and you two are expected to meet us there in the morning with this crate full of herbs."
The sun was just beginning to set, the rose hues lighting up the sky; the wind picking up and tousling the tops of the trees.
"Yes not too much light left, better be off." Atashi skid the crate across the ground and Fenris stopped it effortlessly with the sole of his foot.
The women looked to be stifling giggles as they walked away silently into the forest; Fenris carrying the thick crate.
They had trekked deep into the forest still not finding any of the herbs. Looking up they were greeted by the black clouds reaching to engulf the bright full moon.
"Great it looks like a storm!" She sighed wiping her hands off on her thighs as she noticed the wind had picked up as well. "Should we try to catch up with the camp?"
She stopped at the sight of a snickering Fenris.
"No they knew this storm was coming." He stood next to her and slung an arm around her waist. "I doubt Revas left your side willingly either."
She took a few moments before she realized his accusations. They fed Revas the herbs and sent them on a fake mission in an oncoming storm, to ensure they had alone time? She shook her head laughing, devious Fog Warriors. She didn't even think she knew where she was, the wind starting to thrash the trees and chill her to the bone. Making a note to try and find a cloak in the future she held onto her companions hand tightly. Fenris abandoned the search for herbs and led her through the forest in search of shelter as the rain started to pour.
The dark jungle made searching all the harder and she could barely hear herself think as thunder joined the chorus followed by the crash of lightning not too far away. Soon they hit a clearing and the wind pelted rain painfully against her bare skin without the added protection of the trees they emerged from. She closed her eyes against the pain and let Fenris lead her towards the rushing sound of water.
"Swim behind there!" Fenris shouted through the storm.
She peeled an eye open and saw a huge water fall, "Andrastes holy arse! Are you crazy!" She shouted back sure the elf had gone completely out of his mind.
Lightning struck a tree close by and the burly plant fell beside them with a thunderous groan, almost knocking her over with a heave of its heavy branches.
"Do it!" He dived into the freezing depths pulling her in after him.
The cold could be felt in her very soul as she reached for the surface and searched the turbulent water for Fenris, but only saw the crate bobbing against the waves. She saw his head surface and motioned for her to follow him, which reluctantly she obeyed following him to the base of the cascading waterfall and saw the shelter he sought behind the shield of water. They swam behind fighting the falling razors as they went; Serrah finally made it sputtering and coughing the liquid from her lungs. She was swiftly pulled from the freezing pool.
"Well that is one way to find a cave." She mentioned while surveying the long and dark tunnel.
"Now I know why Atashi mentioned this place last time we passed it." He stated fumbling around in the dark. "Good thing lightning didn't strike the water while we were in it."
"Last time you passed it?" She removed her weapons and used the wall to wander towards Fenris's clamouring.
"Last time we moved camp. You were still unconscious then." A spark flew and a small fire glowed near the back of the tunnel. "
"How long was I out for?" She asked just realizing that she did not know exactly how long she slept after being abandoned by their Master.
"About two months." He said calmly fanning the fire till it lit the area and warmed the small space.
"Makers Breath I was out that long? No wonder you sought another's company." She replied sadness finding her again with the thought of Fenris with Shok.
In the small glow of the fire she saw him look up at her in silence. Only after a bolt of lightning was there enough light for her to see the confusion on his face.
"I mean... you know... I saw how she was with you... before you know..."
The moment becoming more and more awkward by the second, she was not able to conjure full sentences and Fenris was just looking up at her perplexed.
"Shok did make it known she wished my affections." He stood drawing close enough she could feel the heat emanating from his body. "However, I did not return them. I thought I had made that clear to her until she insisted again the day you finally woke."
He wrapped his arms around her his still dripping hair raining on her face. "Convinced you were upset with me I did have a few drinks and she tried her luck again." He pressed his soggy forehead to hers. "She was disappointed to hear that the only one I spoke of all night was you."
"Oh." She stated dumbstruck. "Now I just feel nosey."
He chuckled and kissed her forehead, "its part of your charm."
Another bolt of lightning reminded them of the crate Fenris had managed to bring through the waterfall and he reluctantly let go to search through it. Prying of the lid with a dagger there were wrapped provisions and canteens along with a thick blanket.
"Well well, so they did send us off into a storm on purpose." Serrah stated swiping a swaddled ration and taking no pause in filling her rumbling stomach.
Fenris followed suit after making the fire bigger and removing his armour and his shirt to be dried. She pulled out one of the canteens and sipped the sweet honeyed liquor before deciding not to have anymore. The storm could be heard breaking branches and flashes of light lit the tunnel on occasion.
"I should have known they would do this." Fenris said his fingers finding the green gem she wore around her neck.
"I didn't think they would make us fend off a storm."
"It is a sort of ritual they have. It starts with the woman wearing a gem the color of their lover's eyes." She looked up at him, his face holding a warm glow from the small fire. "Then they are sent away with a dangerous task to complete together."
"Like collecting herbs in a storm?" She breathed as the tips of his fingers found the rise of her breasts.
"Did you not know the significance of the necklace?" He asked his eyes fixated to hers, looking for any hint of disapproval, "Would you take it off, knowing what you do now?"
"Never will I willingly part with it, especially if it pleases you."
He slowly undid her soaked tunic and tossed it near the fire and pulled her into his lap so that her legs straddled his sitting form. Shivers tickled her skin as he began to carefully strip her of her leather stockings one at a time then did away with her breast band. She blushed as he apprised her half shadowed body with the amber glow of the fire and he crashed his lips with hers.
She moaned helplessly as his lips claimed everything they touched and she arched into the kisses he placed at her neck. His hand sought out her silky breasts and teased the supple tips with a teasing tongue, before engulfing them ravenously with his mouth. She bit back wails as he continued to knead her chest while trailing his mouth over her collar bone up her neck and swallowing her breathless moans. She buried her hands in his hair and moved against him adapting to the way his body accommodated for his nagging need. Serrah could feel the stiff rod rise to attention as a hand on the small of her back urged her to rock against him in a more fluid motion, stimulating her need along with his.
Heavy breathing matching her own, she saw the sweat bead down his temple while his features held the rawest emotion she had ever seen. She kissed his forehead and nails raked his back as convulsing sensations racked her body with uncontrollable fits and her breath hitched with throaty gasps. His movements became more jerked and his breath ragged with a set of his own pleading groans.
Heat erupted between them where the contact was the most intense as a crash of thunder was accompanied by a bolt of lightning and she could feel him tense up against her with a Tevinter curse spilling from his lips. He reached to pull her face to his and kissed her with everything he had while moving her underneath him against the floor of the tunnel. He stopped and propped himself up next to her and traced his fingers down her torso and slowly pulled off her skirt playing with the exposed inner thighs. Her body shook with tingles rippling through her very core as he moved to leave a line of kisses from her knee to the last of her small clothes. Two of his fingers rubbed against the rough fabric until they came back wet as she whispered his name between escalated sighs. He pulled off the wet fabric and kissed the soft heated flesh and when her nails dug into his shoulder he lashed out with his tongue. He steadied her, holding her hips as he tasted her fully, her whole being quaked beneath his touch. She buckled and let out a cry as his hand replaced his mouth and plunged two long fingers deep inside, he rhythmically probed and stroked more pleasurable cries for him to kiss away.
Her hand found the familiar pattern of the lyrium that pulsed across his chest and followed its pattern to his slacks while searching for air between moans and kisses. He seemed too busy to notice and she slipped her hand past his pants where she was surprised to find how large he actually was. She tried to match the pace he set feverishly between her legs, but found his slacks retrained most of her movement and made it hard for her small fingers to get a better hold of him.
His fingers retreated and traced a wet line up her abdomen and circled her nipples. The cold air and the kisses lapping up the trail he left sent her body into an overdrive of shivers and arches of spasms.
"Fenris...your pants...off now." She mumbled almost incoherently as he graced her breasts with his mouth again.
He smiled against her skin and stepped away to remove the rest of his clothing and spread her thighs carefully readying his entry above her. She felt him press his forehead to hers and she peered up into his warm emeralds through the still damp, insanely gorgeous silver bangs. His lack of movement crippled her with emptiness only he could fill and she cupped his face in her tiny palms.
"Do you truly wish this?" He whispered low in her ear as his hot member brushed against her thigh.
"I wish it," she gasped as the hard tip teased her opening, "now and forever."
Slowly he immersed himself into her hot flesh and she tightened around him as tears flowed from her closed eyes. The pain of his entry eroded as he kissed away her sobs and paced himself to try and soothe the new sensitivity coursing through her from her core. She peeked up at her sweat glazed, worried warrior and kissed away the creases from his brow and moved her hips in time with his. His thrusts came faster as he fought to control himself, she could feel the build up pleasure starting to send both of them over the edge.
She moved a hand through his hair and rested her fist near the base of his neck. Her vision blurred and she could see a young boy crying but she could not move to comfort him. His brown hair plastered to a sweat paved forehead as he held a large book trying to read spells he did not understand. A girl lie next to him unconscious and he turns to her giving up on the dusty book to try and wake her before turning back to the book cursing loudly in Tevinter. Everything spun and Serrah's mind fell through years of memory that had been lost to her. She fell back unable to hold the memories that belonged to her and succumbed again to the blissful sensations that thrummed through her.
He buried his face into her neck as he drove into her over and over again, each time quicker than the last as she arched, calling his name to the heavens drowned by the rolling thunder outside their glowing paradise. His muscles rippled as they tensed with his simultaneous release, heat spreading through her belly as he attacked her tear streaked face with kisses.
He shook with exhaustion as he refused to collapse on her small frame, afraid to crush her against the hard floor. He opted out to roll onto his side and brought her closely wrapped in his arms panting into her mahogany locks. Their bodies still pulsed from the endeavour and she revelled in the feel of his lean muscles, musky scent and warm embrace.
She looked up at him and saw him staring blankly past her. Did he see what she saw? She could not even remember most of it; only the boy she knew must be her brother. She kissed him back to reality but he still seemed a little spooked as their breathing reached normal levels.
"Did you see it too?" She asked riddled with worry.
He brought her up with him as he sat up and kissed her hairline.
"For a moment I could remember everything." He answered hauntingly. "You did too?"
She nodded and squeezed his hand, "It was a little terrifying. At the same time a relief to know it is there somewhere."
He seemed to think on that and fixed his gaze back to her, "I don't know if I could stand to have it ripped away from me again."
"Listen wolf," She started seriously placing her hands on her hips. "You can't just ravage me behind a waterfall and then dump me!"
He smiled all traces of is haunted mask gone, "I never said anything about leaving you my little star." He bent down with a sweet kiss and curled her back against his chest. "Besides who says this wolf is finished ravaging?"
She smiled against his lips as the little fire died out to embers and a blue hue glowed against her pale skin.
"I can't see my little star if she isn't lit up." Fenris declared dousing her with an alluring grin.
(There you have it... I hope you guys like it, I worked hard on that one but still can't seem to be completely happy with it. Hope you enjoyed the fluffy goodness and the devious Fog Warriors.)