Their heated loud moans entwined together to clash a deafening crescendo of pleasure. Hawke lay on her back panting and her tanned lover slumped on top of her, sweat causing a slick feeling between their heated bodies. Searing hot knots cooled in her lower regions and Fenris gasped for breath feeling the warmth in his body spread out in equal portion instead of one area.

"Love…you." Hawke breathed as the elf leaned back on his knees bring the covers away from Hawke and he saw her full after orgasm glory and he wanted more, he

didn't care how she looked exhausted or how her sex was swollen, he just wanted it all.

Lowering himself down he planted a gently kiss on her stomach and ghosted his hands up her wet, tender flesh

"Hmm." He growled in reply, Fenris believed in actions more than words.

Roxsanna was thoroughly tired and her lover wanted more, she couldn't even use the headache excuse after three rounds…

"Fenris…" She groaned tired and moved her hands in to his silver locks, she wouldn't, couldn't provide any more.

"Three years Hawke." Fenris reminded of their long intimacy break and she sighed longingly while his teeth nibbled lower and lower…

"Hey! I-It's raining…" She cried out hurriedly and he chuckled at the lame distraction trailing his tongue in circles on her hot skin,

"…Should that be stopping me?"

"Stop! I want to hear the rain!" She gasped writhing and squirming away from his hot muscle tracing lovely patterns on her thigh.

"It always rains." He grunted as Roxsanna gripped tight on his hair stopping him from going any further to his glistening swollen prize.

"Liar! It's Kirkwall, it never rains, except when we go out wearing summer cloths." She muttered as Fenris laughed dryly and nipped her.

"Fenris!" She whined arms weak from previous physical peaks, but the warrior was completely rejuvenated and ready.

"I'm warning you, I will call him." The mage growled and the elf finally rose from between her legs licking his bruised lips

"This say's you're lying." He teased slipping an index finger in to her and being rewarded with a sharp gasp

"Damn it, elf!" She hissed squirming at his prodding and poking of her insides.

One finger never did it, if anything it had to be two at least and Fenris knew, Gods he knew. The orange haired champion took in steady breaths and readied herself to speak parting her plump pink lips, that's when he chose to slip in a second finger and with her mouth already open the moan was wonderfully loud.

"Friggin' elf! I said stop! I will call in-" She was cut off by a third finger in her depths which made her legs quiver and her mental state melt. With Fenris towering over her in the fire light every thing seemed twice as arousing. It had been a long time since she'd found a man that could pin her down, her fathers staff training had buffed her up more than the local Lothering stable boys…

She loved being over powered by the elf and she tried not to show it, after all, what's the point in trying to be bested if you give hints? It's not forced submission, but with Fenris…He could force her legs open and take her until she screamed and begged. That is what , she guessed, Anders could never do.

The smirk crossing his lips only fuelled her humiliation and arousal, this he knew and leaned down to her pebbled pink nib and rolled it between his teeth, her light gasp mixed with her hands gripping in to the sheets and writhing with pleasure began gathering blood to Fenris' organ, he purred in response to the growing bliss. She was ready, her juices slick on his invading fingers, walls of pink flesh making way and squeezing down on his digits, she was ready.

"What was that about calling some one up?" He chuckled a growl to the edge of his voice that spoke volumes about his libido, Hawke panted like a Mabari bitch under him and he loved it, he finally had utter control over her, she may lead in battle, in situations with mages, but here he could push and break her limits until she begged. It was wrong, it was sinful, but it was his time to control her.

"No…Can't, I can't." She gasped and panted gazing at him through half lidded eyes that were shinned over by lust. He smirked cruelly and leaned up to press his mouth on hers, her lips giving way to his blazing hot tongue that mixed together with her own, and her mind was completely devoured by thoughts of him and only him, how his tongue moved, the feeling of how full and tight he made her feel and how she honestly wanted more, but to her horror he pulled from her mouth, a bridge of saliva connected their lips.

He leaned down to her ear while removing all three fingers. Hawke could have screamed with annoyance.

"You're lying to me, Hawke." He snapped biting down on her neck, scraping his teeth along until he reached her shoulder while he moved his hand, soaked in her juices, along her stomach.

"Fenris!" She breathed, a weak complain that the tanned male ignored but dipped his mouth to take in a hardened nipple.

Hawke arched her whole body in to him, his chuckles vibrating through her breast until she let out a moan.

Fenris relished at the noise he'd coaxed from her, Hawke normally being a quiet lover, it was all the more satisfying to have her scream though, so he moved his hand back down to her sex, though she bucked in to his hand he only circled one finger around her clitoris, which thanks to the liquids felt like silk, but that one finger had Hawke choking back a barrage of moans by biting her lip and moving her face side ways in to the pillow.

"Tell me you can't now Hawke." He gloated cruelly.

"No! more…Please." She….

"She begged, bucking her hips up in to his hand? Varric! You bloody sod!" Hawke screeched turning paler each word she read… And who was this 'some one' she threatened to call up? Her heart hammered in her chest as Fenris gave a huff and looked over her shoulder

"Hawke, would you pick a book before I die of age?" He barked from the lower level and Roxsanna nearly swallowed her tongue placing the book back on the shelf

"Did Varric give you that book?" She asked trotting down the stairs with a children's book in her hand about a princess and prince, some tale she was told as a child, but her mind was far away from child hood tales at the moment

"Yes, said it was a gift, he basically planted it in my pocket…" He grimaced with distaste as the champion took a seat on the scarlet lounger couch next to Fenris

"Do you have any idea what it's about?" She muttered with a mono tone voice that made Fenris wary

"Why do I have a bad feeling about that book?" He asked quickly and Hawke swallowed thickly

"…Fenris, sweetie, remember the book Isabella and Varric wrote about Donic and Aveline?" She squeaked while he sneered and looked like he wanted to spit

"That abomination should never be mentioned again." He hissed and Hawke coughed nodding stiffly

"Dear, that ones about us." She muttered as Fenris suddenly when pale.

"What?"

"About us."

"As in…"

"Sex. Porn. Full she-bang."

"Varric's and Isabella are at the Hanged man currently, correct?"

"Yep."

"…"

"Should I bring the fire poker?"

"Hawke, right now, I could use my bare HANDS."