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Time for a little fluff/smut! Fenris and Hawke deserve some!

Disclaimer: Don't own DA! D:

Hawke sighed softly from her perch just beside the bed where Fenris had laid Anders. He had not relented in his demand for Anders to be bound, despite Hawke's protests, so the mage was now bound by his wrists to the bed posts with rope. After that was done, Sebastian – after being told what had transpired – had also demanded further precautions; so very reluctantly, Hawke had been asked to place magic restraints. Sadly, she had done so for fear of Justice hurting not her, but Fenris, Cerene, and Sebastian. They were her family and she'd do anything to make sure they were safe. It had been nearly a week now. Hawke remained ever vigilent in her watch over Anders. Cerene walked into the room on feet as stealthy as her father's, Hawke nearly jumping from her skin when her sing song, innocent voice came from just beside her.

"Mommy, who's that?"

Hawke smiled as she turned to look at her daughter, again marveling at how much of Fenris she saw in her. She easily picked the young girl up and cuddled her into her lap, her chest against her daughter's back, her arms around her waist. She rested her chin on top of her very familiar firey red curls. "Cerene, this is Anders. He used to be a very good friend of mine," she explained. "He helped me, as did your father. He's here because we need to talk to him, that's all."

Cerene cocked her head and Hawke could have sworn one of her long, elven ears twitched. "Why is he tied up?"

"Well…That's a bit complicated to explain, love." Hawke turned and hugged her daughter to her. Cerene giggled and squirmed in her arms. "Mommy! Stop it! You'll smother me." She laughed. Hawke relented reluctantly with a small chuckle. She set her on her feet on the floor with a smile. Her hand ruffled her daughter's curls and then she leaned down to kiss her cheek, Cerene making icky faces all the while, in that stage where parental affection was all ew. It only made Hawke laugh, remembering when her own mother had gone through that with herself, her sister, and her brother. All dead now…she recalled. She sighed and poked her daughter's puffed cheek as she pouted. "Will you go get your father for me?" At that Cerene perked up happily, nodding enthusiastically. "Go have Uncle Sebastian tell you a story after you do that, ok?"

Cerene gave a girlish squeal of laughter and ran out of the room on ever-so-silent feet. Great, Hawke rolled her eyes and fell back into the chair with a small laugh. A rogue and a mage; that's what she suspected, having watched the effortless way in which her daughter moved, her instinctual sense when it came to bows and daggers, stealthy movements, and yes, dear Maker, she had even caught Cerene picking locks once. A rogue and a mage, hm? Hawke had never heard of such a thing, but then, as she looked upon her mage friend, she had never heard of such a display of magic as great as from Cerene, save one time – when Justice had blown up the Chantry of Kirkwall. Aveline had spared her no details, she thought with a frown. The guard captain had been the one to tell her that her brother had parished in the great struggle, when the mages and templars had clashed in one last, climatic battle. Anders had only managed to escape because of the chaos, Avenline explained once in her letters. If he hadn't disappeared, she'd said, he would have been put to death. Not even tranquility for him, just a death sentence(Hawke knew he'd prefer that to Tranquility anyhow). That final display of magic was why Hawke had sought him; she truly believed that he was her only chance at finding out what was going on with her daughter's magic.

"As lost in thought as ever, I see," her husband drawled from the doorway. She jumped and scowled at his smirk, before relenting and smiling. She stood from her seat, glanced over at Anders once, before moving towards Fenris. He smiled and met her, his arms sliding around her waist to pull her close. Their lips met next, gentle and loving, before his became more insistent. He broke it off and lifted his head, hooded eyes peering over her head to look at the bound, unconscious mage. "Has he woken yet?"

"No," Hawke sighed, a tad breathless from their kiss. "Not once. I'm worried."

Fenris scowled but only sighed and shook his head. He looked back down into his wife's beautiful face; to think he'd been a part of her for a decade. Every day had been happiness – with an occasional tif – but he would not have traded a single moment for all the riches in Thedas. "Don't worry so much, dove, or you'll turn grey," he teased as he fingered her lovely red curls, that had hints of silver grey in them.

"Oh, that's fair coming from you," she laughed and turned her head to nip the underside of his wrist. He hissed out a breath and groaned. He then promptly scooped her into his arms and turned to walk from the room, despite her feeble and half-hearted protests. Once they reached their bedroom, Fenris tossed her playfully on the bed and locked their bedroom door. He then turned to her with a determined look, heading over toward her with purposeful steps. Hawke squealed and rolled off the bed as he pounced on it. He was quick to jump off though and she laughed, dodging him by ducking under his arm and bolting toward the couch by their fireplace. It went like this for awhile, playful bantering, chasing, before he finally pressed her to the wall by her back gently, pressing up against her shapely behind as he began nibbling at her ear.

"You minx," he muttered sullenly against her ear causing her to shiver. She made no move to escape this time, instead leaning her head back against his shoulder as he began laving her neck with kisses and nibbles. He moved his hands from her own – where he'd had them pinned to the wall – and trailed them up her arms before cupping her breasts in them. He gently kneaded at them as he bit her neck, laving it shortly after with his tongue. His fingers tweaked her nipples as they hardened, his hips rolling into her rear instinctively. Her moans were like music to his ears and only stroked his fire higher until he swore he would burst into flames over his desire for her. He pulled back and turned her around, pushing her back against the wall, this time with her facing him so that he could devour her mouth as his hands worked her breasts. Their tongues and moans mingled together, like soulful music, working inside their souls to make them ache.

Fenris took his hands from her breasts and slid them down to work the openings to her robes, letting it hang on her shoulders as he slid his hands inside to cup her now bare breasts. She moaned and dropped her head back, breaking their kiss accidentally, but he only smirked and dropped his head, his tongue laving across the swell of her breast to her nipple. Her breathing pace intensified and she began to tremble in his arms as he sucked her nipple into his mouth strongly, swirling his tongue around the peak until she was a mewling bundle of passion. As he did this, he trailed his hand down her flat, still toned, abdomen, before he deftly slid it within her smalls to stroke his fingers over her damp netherlips. Her body shuddered and he could only smile with happiness against your breast that after ten years, ten long years, he could still do this to her.

Her hands gripped his hair tightly, despite it being braided, and he hissed with pleasure at the slight sting it provided. He worked two fingers into her, slowly beginning to stroke her fire, building it higher and higher until he rubbed his thumb over her bud; she snapped like a coil pulled too tightly, moaning his name as her thighs tightened and quivered around his hand. He, too, moaned, the ache of his straining erection becoming too much to handle. He pulled away from her and swept her trembling body into his arms, kissing her hotly, teeth clacking together as they ate each other up. Swift steps carried them to the bed where he laid her with a smile, stepping back to begin stripping himself of his armor. Her eyes watched his every movement as she propped herself up on her elbows, tongue darting across her lips when he was left in nothing but his smalls.

"Fenris, my Fenris," she groaned out as she fell back against the bed. He shuddered at her husky, needy tone, and quickly shucked his smalls as he climbed onto the bed. He removed her robes fully now and then kissed his way down her body, licking her belly button to make her squeal with a giggle, before he hooked his fingers into the straps of her unders and removed them, kissing every inch of her leg as he did so.

He climbed back up her body with his mouth, very teasingly touching his tongue and lips to her center for a moment, before he was up and kissing her senseless once more. Her hands gripped his back and her legs hooked on his hips to bring him closer to her; he relented at her urgency and moaned as he found himself deep inside of her with one swift and easy thrust of his hips. She cried out into his mouth and he shuddered at the tight grip her womanly core had on him, it hot and so very wet around his cock.

"Move, Fenris, please, move now," she mumbled into his lips, her eyes alight with desire and her cheeks flushed with passion. He groaned; who was he to deny his love? He did as she asked and began to piston his hips, sliding in and out of her again and again, kissing her until neither of them had the ability to think logically anymore. They moved together like two souls who were meant for each other, no special techniques, or moves, necessary as their bodies came together again and again perfectly, like two pieces to a puzzle. His brands blazed their bright blue glow and sweat dripped from his brow, his hands tight on her hips and he thrust. He pushed her to the edge, stilling to watch her face as she bathed him in her hot release, his very soul quivering with the intimacy of this private moment. He couldn't hold back now, and he gripped her hips even more tightly, her finger nails scoring his back as he pounded himself into her until he too, and she again, cried out with their climaxes.

Ever so slowly, the two came down from their high and he pulled himself from her to tumble down, laying at her side. His arms pulled her against him and he held her tenderly, whispering in elven that he loved her, that his soul was hers, and she smiled, knowingly, having come to know the meaning over the years. It wasn't as if he evaded telling her, but when he said it to her like this, she really felt like a part of him, that she really was his and he hers. They bathed in the aftermath of their lovemaking, content to hold each other and listen to their amazingly joined heartbeats.

"Fenris…I have to tell you something," Hawke finally said as she lifted her head from his chest to look down into his handsome features.

He blinked open his eyes, a little wary – he had learned over the years that when a woman said that a)they needed to talk, or b)they had something to tell you – it was something serious. He ran his fingers through her hair and then cupped her cheek, looking up into her beautiful blue eyes. "You can tell me anything, you know that."

"Last week, when we went to go find Anders…" she started, before she stopped and bit her lip. As endearing as Fenris found it, he gently make her look at him again and kissed her lips until she relaxed. She relented with a sigh and then smiled. "I wasn't able to tell before because it was something that had never happened to my body before, but I can tell now."

He only blinked and cocked a brow in confusion, not really comprehending where she was going with her words. Hawke giggled softly and leaned down to kiss him for a long, loving moment. When she lifted her head to peer down at him, her smile was enough to catch his heart afire with his love for her. "I'm pregnant, Fenris," she confessed with a blush.

His eyes widened. And then he burst into happy laughter, rolling her over to pin her down on the bed, raining kisses all over face. She laughed and squirmed, before holding his head still. "You're happy about this?" she asked with a curious look on her face.

"Beyond happy. I have never been more blessed than to be with you – the family you have given me means the world. To know that we've created another child with our love…it's an amazing feeling, minx." He chuckled and kissed her until they both couldn't think straight, not that they wanted to.

Ahh! I love fluffy smut! ^_^

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