His skin was rough, but his lips were soft. She couldn't stop running her hands in his white hair while he lavished her breasts with his mouth, sucking at her tits with a hunger he had always contained, probably because he didn't really know what to do of them.
If there really was a "them" before. Fenris started to "court" her somehow after Mum's death. At least, that's what Bodahn and Marian called it. Varric and Merrill said he looked like a puppy in love, Isabela taunted them with stories of her elven lovers (that were suspiciously all hung like Qunaris… Not that Bethany could ever compare!). And Anders had argued with her about it. Told her he was a feral beast that needed to be tamed and put down. The dark circles and the blue glow around his eyes made Bethany wary of heeding any of his advice, though.
He'd come, they'd read, both seated in the same sofa and talk. At first, it was mostly of the Bond, of how Hadriana and Danarius severed it and reattached it to themselves. From the reading of Of Dominater and Bonding, they knew now that after Leandra and Hadriana died, both had attached themselves to each other. She suspected strongly thanks to their newly formed empathic bond that Fenris was withholding something. Until now. He was withholding his need to taste her and make love to her.
The Qunari situation had finally exploded. The Viscount was dead, Marian was probably dying from the Arishok's blade. Thankfully, Anders, as besotted as he was with the elder Hawke, hadn't hesitated to heal her the very moment the Arishok fell to the floor and stopped twitching. She was still in a critical state, Anders said. Bethany had been waiting at the door, crying a river of tears, afraid she'd be left alone when Fenris came and brought her to her own room. In his embrace, she couldn't resist, she had to think of something, so she got lost again in the bond. It felt so good to bathe in his light. Sooner than they realised, they were both naked on the bed, hungry for each other, one of his hands between her thighs, rubbing her and another cupping her behind.
They caressed, explored, emboldened by the emergency to feel alive when someone was dying in the room just next to them. Someone that should never ever die, if Bethany had her say. She couldn't say or do anything, however, so she chose to feel alive.
She stifled a shriek when he finally took her, breaking her hymen. She could not contain the others when he started moving. It hurt for almost a whole minute during which Fenris struggled to slow down his movements into her virgin body. Once she accommodated to him (or anyone she thought with a little hysterical laugh), she started to feel the pleasure at last. Fenris held her close as he kissed her, ravished her. Bethany was suddenly feeling so hot she couldn't bear being crushed beneath him anymore. He knew instantly of course as he held himself above her, still moving inside her, making her shout again, each move so foreign and delightful. She really understood Isabela better now.
Orgasm didn't take her by surprise like in her naughty books, though. She felt it build inside of her, reach her belly and her nipples. She felt it build inside of Fenris too. A need for it to get into her, to merge into her, the tightening of his balls as he knew that something was going to get out of him into her anyway. His very essence perhaps. His heart.
Bethany almost blacked out from the strength of their common release.
Fenris actually di. Exhaustion took over his body as he fell next to her, shaking and sweaty. He managed to bring her closer to him before sleep claimed him. Beth cursed his luck. Even after such an experience, one she had thought about for the several month they'd been "together" (if there was even a "together") he managed to fall asleep... Her hair was sticking to her eyes, so she contorted her arm out of Fenris' embrace to remove the bangs and sweep them aside. The fire was still roaring in the hearth, softly lulling her to sleep. Her half closed eyes roamed on his body, savouring its nakedness. Her eyes were naturally drawn to his left side where nasty scars were half covered in lyrium vines.
Her dreams were unexpectedly haunted. She felt their presence, the demons. She spent her whole night listening to them plead their cases, propose cajoling if not ridiculous deals. She knew all of them to be false. She also had everything she desired for, she trusted Anders to heal Marian, despite the worry.
She also knew the reason why they came. She was getting stronger. Especially now that she was Bonded to Fenris.
When she woke up, Fenris was dressed and sitting in front of the fireplace. Bethany felt a bit cold and also his anger and his despair. He looked at her with a strange look on his face, his green eyes wat as if he was about to cry and left. When Anders softly knocked on the door, she mechanically allowed him to enter, not caring if he saw her naked sprawled on her bed and crying herself.
The older mage deposited a tray covered with Orana's delicious cooking and sat next to her. Bethany's tears doubled.
"Your sister is well." Anders told her. "You can visit her now. Unless, you don't wish to talk." he added.
"I'm such a fool..." Bethany croaked. "It felt so good and… And I think... We were meant to be..."
"I…" Anders stopped. He must have realised that what he was about to say was extremely tactless, Bethany thought ironically. She was not in the mood for I told you so's.
"There is no such thing as meant to be." he finally said. "Especially in cases such as yours. You're everything he despises, you have two broken bonds..."
Bethany suddenly laughed.
"It hasn't even occurred to you that I might be crying because I was right?" she spat at him. "That I might be crying because we both suffered so much, especially him, that I lament on the Maker's twisted sense of humour? You self righteous..."
She couldn't say the word. Her head fell back on her pillow. The man who saved her sister and was offering advice, yet from a clouded point of view, was not a prick.
She suddenly covered herself with her blanket. She didn't care about anything Anders might say. An elf had her name on his chest. As long as he was alive, everything was going to be alright... After all, Leto couldn't get any more dead.