**there is smut at the end of this chapter. If you don't want to read it you don't have to, so please don't report for inappropriate content**

Alistair pulled his cloak tighter around his arms, shivering as he trudged through the snow. Maker, this plan was not thought through. He had no idea where to even begin to look for Ana, let alone how to get the cure from her. His mind wandered as he walked through the mountain path, nothing but snow, trees, and stone. He looked up at the clear blue sky, shading his eyes with his hand.

"Such an odd feeling to be normal again." he mused. "I wonder if that means Celine will put me on her guest list as a Theirin, and not a Warden? I was really hoping I would get to go, Orlais has some nice parties-wine, dancing-cheese. Fancy cheese too. Maker, I could go for some cheese right now."

"You know, you should really be more careful out here in the open."

Alistair stopped, whipping around to see Ana stepping out from behind a small boulder.

"How did you? Where did you come from?"

"I was hunting along the ridge over there when I heard you muttering to yourself. You're louder than a herd of druffalo, you know." She tilted her head. "Alistair, right? What are you doing way out here? And alone?"

"How do you know I'm alone?" he shrugged.

Her head dropped, her eyes looking at him from beneath her brow. "You're a terrible bluffer."

Alistair chuckled before his stance became serious. "I'm looking for you, actually."

Crossing her arms, Ana leaned against the boulder. "Are you? Come to invite me to Celine's party as your 'plus one'?"

"Ah-you heard that." He pursed his lips.

"What is this 'guest list' for?"

"You mean you haven't heard about the peace negotiations disguised as a ball at the Winter Palace?" He shut his eyes tightly as the words came from his mouth. "I probably shouldn't have said that."

Ana straightened, stepping toward him. "But you already have. Since you are working with the Inquisition, I can only guess they will be there as well."

"Why are you so interested in The Inquisition? You don't seem the type to be working with Corypheus."

Ana laughed, shaking her head. "I hardly know who that is. I am far more interested in a specific member hiding among the ranks. An elven mage by the name of Solas."

"Ah yes, the bald, mean mage that's seeing the Inquisitor. I can't imagine she would go to an affair as big as the ball without him." Alistair shut his eyes and pursed his lips again, saying more than he meant to.

A smirk grew on Ana's lips. "That is incredibly good to know." Looking around, she continued. "But you didn't come out here to tell me that. Why are you really looking for me?"

Sighing, Alistair hesitated. "You cured me of the Taint. I am no longer a Grey Warden. I thought maybe you could give me the cure to take to other Wardens. Ones who hear the calling. If there's a cure, then there is no reason another Warden needs to die outside of battle."

Ana's brow furrowed slightly, her eyes squinting. "Did they not tell you how I healed you?"

Chuckling nervously, Alistair rubbed the back of his neck. "I was told you gave me your blood, but I think that was an exaggeration. I mean it has to be, no magic is that powerful."

"It's quite accurate." She took another step toward him. "Although I had no idea, it would cure you of your Warden abilities. Bleeding me dry is the only way to get enough of the cure for your comrades."

A look of disgust crossed his face as his nose wrinkled. "So, they weren't joking. I drank your blood?" he paused, chuckling as he realized the irony. "Well, I drank darkspawn blood and survived, so I guess there are worse things."

"You have actually been very helpful, without even intending to." she eyed him from head to toe. "I can give you the means to make the cure yourself, but you will never be the same."

"Well that doesn't sound ominous. What would I need to do?" he watched her warily.

Holding a finger up, Ana dragged her claw across her wrist, the snow beneath turning bright red. "Drink my blood, and I will do the rest."

Alistair shifted his weight indecisively before he slowly pressed his lips against her skin. Her blood was sweeter than he expected, it warmed him to the bone, growing sweeter the longer he drank. After a moment she pulled away, a smile on her face.

"Now, this part will hurt."

Before he could register what she said, he felt her fangs piercing the flesh of his neck, her venom racing into his bloodstream. He froze as his mind raced to catch up with what was happening. He felt the burn of her venom spreading through his body, but before it could hurt, he felt the warmth of her blood, akin to being wrapped in a soft fleece blanket. He barely registered falling to his knees as his senses exploded, a wild frenzy in his head. He could hear the birds miles away, the snow falling onto the mountain, Ana's heartbeat. He could smell the campfire several miles west of them, he could see for miles, the glare from the sun on the snow almost blinding. His vision blurred as the world around him spun, and he fell back into the snow, but it was not as cold as it once was. He recognized the cold, but he did not feel cold.

"What… I don't...what did you do?" he muttered.

"I turned you into what I am."

"But… why… wanted the cure."

"And now you have it. An unlimited supply coursing through your body."

As his head began to clear, he sat up, staring at his hands. "What are you talking about? What have you done to me?!" His eyes flashed black as his voice rose.

Raising her hands, Ana spoke softly. "You need to relax. I gave you what you asked for. You are now the cure for the Grey Wardens. Simply feed them your blood, and the Taint will be cured from their bodies. Just-make sure you don't feed on any of them."

Feed? What are you talking about? Maker's breath, what have I gotten myself into?"

Ana knelt in the snow beside him. "We feed on blood. When you bite someone, you inject them with a venom that will kill them within minutes, so do not bite your friends. You must learn to control your thirst."

Groaning as he put his head in his hands, Alistair's voice was shaking. "I can feel this hunger in me. I want to rip someone's head off. What have you done? What have you done!"

"You must learn to control it. Your will must be stronger than your bloodlust."

"But you're telling me I have to murder people in order to eat!"

"Then find people who deserve to die. I would suggest figuring out how to control yourself before returning to the Wardens."

Alistair stared at the path before him. "If I can cure the Taint, that means I can cure Nessa before she hears the calling for real. Perhaps if I focus on that, I won't hate you for turning me into a monster."

Ana smiled. "Now you're starting to sound like me."

And she was gone.

Fenris sat before the fire, trying to warm his hands, when the door burst open. He reached for his blade out of instinct, relaxing when Ana stepped through, brushing snow from her hair and arms.

"That was fast." he murmured.

"Had a bit of an unexpected run-in." she said as she sat on the bed. "The Grey Warden, Alistair was looking for me."

"Did he find you?"

She hesitated. "Yes."

Sensing her unease, Fenris moved to the bed, sitting beside her. "What happened? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. He told me where Solas will be as well as The Inquisition."

"And what are you not saying?" he prodded.

Refusing to meet his eyes, she sighed heavily. "I turned him into what I am. He was cured of his Warden abilities, the 'Taint' as he called it, and he wanted to bring the cure to others in his order."

Disgust painted Fenris's face as he stood to walk across the room. "So you made him into a monster because, what, it suited you? You couldn't have just told him 'no'?"

"So you do think I'm a monster."

"That's not what I said!" he snapped. "But you… you drink blood! You move faster than the eye can see, you see and hear things miles away, and your eyes…" he stopped as he saw her silently stare at the floor, each word a dagger thrust upon her. "I… this is asking me to accept a lot, Ana. It's one thing to know you're out there 'hunting', but you kill to prove a point, you don't care who becomes your next meal, and now you can make others like you? I would rather die than be forced to become-"

"A monster." she finished, her voice barely audible.

"I need some air." Fenris growled, throwing the door open and slamming it behind him.

Ana slowly placed her face in her hands, the room growing colder as the flames dwindled. She replayed the events in her mind, she was a fool to think Fenris truly saw past what she was. Why would he stay with her? He was right, she was a monster. Who she killed didn't matter to her, as long as she could eat, and Alistair? She enjoyed turning him. It made her feel powerful when she had felt weak for so long. She was foolish to think she would be accepted now. She wasn't accepted before she became this, it was only fitting that she remained so. She stood, some parchment and a quill on a desk in the back of the house. Ana stared at it before digging the quill into her skin, her blood filling the need for ink.

"Celine is hosting a ball at The Winter Palace." she stared at the words before grabbing the desk and throwing it across the room, tears of anger and hurt in the corners of her eyes. She screamed as she punched a hole in the wall before disappearing from the house entirely. She saw Fenris's footprints, but no sign of him as she ran in the opposite direction.

Muttering to himself, Fenris marched through the snow. Why was he doing this? He's known all along what she was capable of, it shouldn't surprise him that she finally turned someone. Why did that scare him? He didn't mean those words he so callously hurled at Ana, so why did he say them? He pictured her face, doing its best to not show the pain, the damage his words were causing as he threw his fist into the side of the mountain. Why was this so damn hard to figure out? Was he ok with her, beast and all, or not? She had done so much for him already, even when she didn't know his name, and how did he repay her? By calling her a monster and betraying everything he had told her in the Fade.

Crying out in anger, he pulled his arm back and thrust his fist into the rock again, blood dripping from his knuckles. He turned and sighed, sliding into a sitting position, his back against the mountain. Suddenly, he froze as his eyes locked with those of a large white wolf. He watched as the animal assessed him, deciding if he was a threat. After a moment, it almost seemed to nod at Fenris before raising its head, a beautiful howl echoing all around. The wolf met Fenris's gaze once more, a black wolf, slightly smaller, joining her mate. The white wolf bowed his head, examining his companion, licking the clearly defined scars across her face and body before nuzzling his head against her fur reassuringly. Fenris put his hand to his mouth, pulling down as he snorted, shaking his head. He knew why he was so scared, and it wasn't because of what she was or what she did. He looked back to where the wolves had been, but they were gone.

As Fenris approached the house, his heart sank. He saw the door, hanging off its hinges, and could smell the embers of a fire that no longer burned. He ran to the doorway and saw the desk thrown across the room, the papers scattered over the floor. He walked to the bed and sat down, his head in his hands, his eyes on the floor.

"What have you done, Fenris." he whispered to himself.

The gentle breeze shifted the papers at his feet, one of which had writing on it. Fenris reached down and read the words. "The Winter Palace. At least I know where she's heading."

Ana had forgotten what it was like to travel alone. She couldn't get Fenris's disgust out of her head, "monster" ringing in her ears as she perched on a hill just outside the city of Halamshiral. She watched the small section of human nobility hustle around the market, the women gossiping among themselves as they tried on dozens of dresses and masks in preparation for the Empress's affair.

It was nightfall when Ana finally entered the city, unseen. The streets were empty, the shops locked up as she walked through the market. She knew that if she was going to infiltrate the Winter Palace, she would have to blend in. She stopped in front of a dress shop, her eyes falling upon a crimson gown accented with small chains and silver filigree. The shoulders were covered by thin, silver plate, chains connected to an armband of the same red silk as the dress. From the elbow started an elegant sleeve, chains and filigree hanging loosely around the wrist before connecting to the middle finger. A gleam shone in Ana's eyes as she looked at the centerpiece. The red silk wrapped around the neck before crossing over the bosom, leaving the stomach completely bare. Silver filigree clung tightly to the hips, crossing the midriff as the dress parted just above the thigh, exposing the entire leg.

Glancing over her shoulder, she slyly approached the door, her nail picking the lock with ease. Ana moved silently, her eyes on the beautiful art hanging on the mannequin. Placed on the face was a silver mask, red filigree surrounding the edges with scattered gems placed to strategically accentuate the eyes. Ana lightly touched it, gently running her hand along the smooth edges, an inner longing to hide who she was shining through.

"An excellent choice for someone like you." A thick Orlesian accent blanketed the feminine voice behind Ana.

Her eyes flashing, Ana spun to face the speaker. In the doorway leaned a shorter elf, her brown hair in a bun behind her head while her green tunic reflected the moonlight. It was a moment before Ana spoke.

"Who are you?"

"I might ask the same of you." the woman replied, a smirk on the corner of her mouth. "I know all the elves in Halamshiral, but I don't know you."

"Not many do."

"Are you with the Inquisition? I would think not, since you are here, breaking into a dress boutique rather than in Gaspard's guest house. Which then leads to me to assume you are planning on sneaking into the ball."

Ana chuckled as she glanced back at the dress. "You are quite intuitive. And correct. I am here for the Inquisition, but not with them."

The elven woman laughed as she closed the door and approached the mannequin. "It will take more than a fancy dress to sneak your way into the palace. My name is Briala, and I can get you inside."

"And what would this smuggling require of me?"

Briala shrugged. "I have everything I need at the moment. But it would be good to know that I have an ally, should the need arise in the future."

Considering the proposal, Ana placed her finger against her lips, biting her nail. "You would ask an ally of me when you don't even know my intentions?"

"I know power when I see it. And you strike me as a better friend than enemy. Regardless of intentions. Besides, shouldn't The People stick together?"

"You are absolutely correct. Very well, get me into that ball and you have my help, should you need it." she paused. "You may call me Ana."

Briala smiled, nodding toward the dress. "I look forward to seeing that on you. An excellent choice. Meet me at the servant's entrance tomorrow night and my people will get you inside."

A grin grew on Ana's face as she pulled the dress and mask down. She was so close. Solas was within her grasp;she could almost taste her vengeance.

Fenris remained no less than half a day behind Ana for his entire trek to Halamshiral. He took care to avoid main roads, resting for only short periods before picking up her trail. His heart pounded, fearful that he had gone too far, a word too harsh, and that his opportunity was gone forever. He had no idea what he would say, but he knew he would beg her forgiveness.

He stopped as he crested the hill and saw the city. He saw the streets lined with elves primarily while the humans had their own smaller section. He saw the beautiful Winter Palace and sighed. This was by far the most terrifying thing he had ever done.

"She's there somewhere, she has to be." he said determinedly.

He pulled his cloak over his head and walked toward the city gates. He blended in easily with the foot traffic, most arriving for the Empress's gathering. As he walked the streets, he looked for any sign of Ana, checking the shadows and dark corners to no avail. As he rounded a corner, he saw a shop keeper speaking with two guards about his shop being broken into, a prize outfit for a duchess being the only thing stolen. Fenris quickly turned to walk the other way when he collided with a young elven woman.

"Well now, that's two elves out of place in one day." she chuckled.

Brushing himself off, Fenris looked at her from under his hood. "Excuse me?"

"Come, it's not safe to speak in the open."

The woman gestured him to a shaded alley a few yards back, looking around before continuing. "You're the second elf sneaking into the city."

Fenris perked up at her statement. "What did the first one look like? Tall, slender? Long hair, black as night with red markings on her face and body?"

"And yellow eyes that stare past your soul? That's her. She stole that dress from that shop, but she said nothing about being followed."

His head shaking quickly, Fenris removed his hood. "Where is she? I need to see her."

"She is with my people, she's safe."

"How do I know that? I don't know a thing about you!" he growled.

"My name is Briala. Trust me, she is safe. Why are you looking for her?"

Fenris met her gaze, but said nothing.

Briala smiled, a giggle escaping her lips. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"

Fists clenching, Fenris only glanced away.

"Don't worry, I can get you inside as well." she paused, looking at his clothing. "And something more appropriate to wear. How do you feel about masks?"

His nose wrinkled as a grimace twisted his face. "If I must."

"Good. Come with me. We don't have much time."

The sun had almost finished setting when Ana approached the servant's entrance. It was already dark and mostly shaded, which only made sneaking in easier. When she reached for the handle, the door cracked open, a small voice with an accent as thick as Briala's spoke.

"You must be Ana. Briala said to expect you, please come quickly, we must get you dressed!"

Before Ana realized what was happening, she found herself wearing the crimson gown she had taken the night before. Two elven women were behind her, one braiding her hair and pinning parts of it up while the other placed silver accents in and around her braids as well as the top of her head. Ana stared at herself in the full length looking glass, speechless. She felt like royalty. She looked down as one of the women handed her the mask.

"The finishing touches."

Slowly, Ana placed the mask on her face, her golden irises shining like the surrounding jewels. She smiled, her red lips peeking out from the bottom of the mask. Music began playing faintly from somewhere above them and the servants gasped, muttering to themselves about getting everything into position. One of them gestured Ana toward a door, glancing around before holding it open.

"The ball has begun. Good luck."

It did not take Ana long to find the crowd. Between the sounds of music and laughter as well as the smell of the exotic foods, she could easily tell where she needed to go. She moved silently through the crowds, most people not even noticing her as she was gone by the time they realized she had brushed against them. As she made her way to the ballroom, she stopped.

"Announcing The Lady Inquisitor Lavellen." rang through the room.

"Accompanied by her arcane advisor." was all Ana heard as she saw him. The light dancing off the back of his bald head, a cheeky grin on his face as he walked beside Virana. Ana waited as the Empress addressed Virana, were they talking about the weather? What does a coming storm have to do with peace talks?

Ana maneuvered her way around the crowd, remaining in the shadows but keeping her eyes on Solas as Virana mingled with the nobility. She watched as the nobles danced, a few of them encouraging The Inquisitor to grab a partner and join them. Virana graciously declined the first couple invitations but gasped when she felt Solas grab her hand and place his other against her back.

"Why not?" he chuckled as he led her to the dance floor.

Knuckles white, Ana clenched her fists as she began to move forcefully through the crowd. She wasn't thinking about repercussions, or the eyes that were moving to look at her. This was her chance. She was going to kill Solas, even if the she had to take The Inquisitor down with her.

As her foot stepped onto the dance floor, she felt a hand grab hers, another wrapping around her waist, pulling her into a spin. Her first instinct was to lash out, tear whoever grabbed her to shreds, but this touch felt familiar. As she felt her hand raise above her head, she spun back into his chest. She saw a white tunic, open at the neck and partially down the chest. A red sash wrapped around his midsection, a small yet elegant red cape draped around his shoulders. She saw white marks on his tanned skin, kind emerald eyes looking down at her as she glanced up.

"Fenris?" she whispered. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled as they floated across the dancefloor, moving in tune with the orchestral melody. "Stopping you from getting yourself killed." he leaned in, "You look absolutely breathtaking."

Ana paused, taking in everything that was happening. She closed her eyes as she felt his hand on her bare lower back, his skin warm and soft. Her heart raced as she followed his movements, catching her breath as he dipped her, his head just inches away from her neck. He swung her in an arc as he pulled her up, twirling her out and back into his chest. A chill ran up her spine as his arms closed around her, a feeling she wanted to last longer than the few seconds it did. For a moment, she forgot why she was even there. In tune with the music, she broke away from his hold, one hand in his, the other above her head, one leg extended behind her. Fenris stepped into her, one hand on her face, moving down her body as she raised her leg, resting it briefly on his hip. Was this a dream? Part of her hoped so.

"I'll come back to you, I swear." she heard Fenris whisper in her ear as she felt another hand grab hers, and saw another woman step in tune with Fenris. She looked familiar, Virana?

"Face to face at last, are we, Ana?"

Her breath froze in her lungs, a shiver charging down her spine. She looked to her partner, her eyes widening behind her mask.

"Solas." she whispered.

"Virana warned you've been searching for me. She would have me stay locked under guard, but I had to know, how did you survive?"

Ana hesitated as her body moved in time with Solas. Any onlooker would be clueless as to the anxiety that now ripped through her. "You aren't the only one who can befriend spirits." she growled in elvhen.

"I see." he chuckled, also speaking in their native tongue. "Resourceful as you are, I wouldn't expect you to be foolish enough to claim vengeance here. Surely you aren't that foolish."

"You underestimate what I am willing to do. I am not the same innocent soul you tossed aside."

For the first time, he met her eyes and her stomach turned in knots. Everything in her screamed to run, her strength fleeing from her body. "I did what I had to do. I never once lied about how I felt, Ana. It tore me apart when that dagger-"

Her eyes flashed black as she hissed. "Do not speak to me of regret! You made the choice and now… you wag your tongue, manipulating your words so others believe your intentions. You never loved me, not like I loved you."

"Ana, had I known you'd survive-"

She stopped, pulling the mask from her face, continuing to speak in Elvhen. "Your day is coming, Dread Wolf. Appreciate that I have not yet told your precious Inquisitor who you really are. Next time we meet, I will end you."

Before Solas could respond, she pushed him away, brushing past Fenris and Virana. She hadn't noticed, but the dance floor had completely cleared save for the four of them. Without hesitation, Fenris released The Inquisitor and followed after Ana. He chased her to balcony, where he saw her drop off the edge, landing to the ground below without a sound. He sighed as he watched her flee into the trees before turning back toward the ball, heading for the exit.

Ana sat alone, the moonlight gleaming off the silver accents in her hair and on her dress. Fenris stared at her as he approached, tears staining her cheeks. It was in that moment that he saw her, truly saw her. He saw past the blackened eyes and bloodied hands. He didn't see a monster, he saw a girl, vulnerable, hurt, manipulated. He saw a girl who loved deeply and was rewarded with betrayal. A girl who placed herself and her heart in the wrong hands. She was not a monster, not truly. It was just easier for her to be feared. The rejection of others is expected when they fear you. Telling him about turning Alistair was a test, and one that he failed spectacularly.

"Are you alright?" he asked, kneeling before her, placing his hand over hers.

She pulled away, refusing to meet his eyes. "What are you doing here, Fenris? I thought you said you couldn't be with-"

"Stop." He interrupted, grabbing her hand and pulling it back. "What I said was cruel and callous and I regretted it the moment it rolled off my tongue. I swore to protect you and instead I only hurt you more, and for that I am deeply sorry. When I came back, and you were gone… I had to find you. If nothing else so that I could tell you how sorry I am and to tell you," he paused, looking down before using his hand to turn her face to his. "Ar lath ma."

Shock raced across her face, "That can't possibly be what you meant to say."

A small chuckle escaped on his sigh as he hung his head for a moment before returning to her gaze. "Then allow me to say it in the common tongue. I love you, Ana. I didn't realize it until I thought I had lost you, but I do. I love you more than I ever thought possible."

Her eyes softened, tears continuing to drip down her face. "Fenris, please. Please don't tell me that unless you mean it. I can't take hearing those words and watching them be proven a lie again."

He straightened, her knees against his waist his hand still on her chin. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. "Ar lath ma, Ana."

She caught her breath as he gently pressed his lips against hers, the action unexpected but welcome. As she felt his kiss, his hand on her thigh, propping himself up, something inside her awakened. Suddenly every wall she had ever built, shattered, every hesitation she had about giving her heart away disappeared. She threw her arms around his neck, returning his kiss more passionately than she intended. A strange hunger surged through her body, she craved not his blood, but his touch. She wanted to feel his hands on her hips, his weight pressed against her, his hot breath in her ear.

Reading her cues, Fenris lifted her onto his lap, his hands tracing, memorizing the curves of her hips and torso. A gasp of desire escaped Ana's lips as his hands found their way up her back, releasing the threads holding her dress around her neck. Running her fingers through his thick hair, she heard a small moan. She looked down, his eyes absorbing the luscious curves before him. He slowly leaned in, his tongue teasing around her stiffened nipples. A small moan found its way to his ears as she felt his desire rising between her thighs.

Ana reached down, pulling the sash from around his waist, his white tunic flowing freely. As she grabbed the bottom to pull it over his head he grabbed her arm, kissing her wrist.

"Are you sure?"

She met his gaze for only a moment before fully removing his shirt. Throwing it aside, she grasped his face, her fingers spread as she kissed him, forcefully, passionately, her tongue begging permission to explore his mouth. A smile parted his lips as he wrapped her legs around him, standing to press her against a tree. He gently, yet quickly, pulled the plates from her shoulders, removing the sleeves with them.

Fenris leaned his body against Ana, supporting her as her hands raced to find the straps holding his trousers up. An excited moan accompanied his kiss as he felt her hands find his eagerness. He all but melted as her fingers wrapped around him, her own loins wet and waiting.

Ana braced herself against him, her other leg lifted, knee pressing into his ribs. A shaky breath escaped when one hand cupped her breast, fingers pinching and playing with her firm nipple. His other hand explored her body, curving at her hips, sliding inward under her thigh. Throwing her head back, Fenris kissed her neck, nibbling between each soft peck as he worked his way to her chest and back up to her shoulder. Tender moans purred from her throat as his fingers found her. A light nibble turned into a hard bite on her shoulder while his fingers entered; Ana's grip tightening on his bulge. Grinning, Fenris moved his fingers, his thumb gently massaging against her pearl as her moans grew louder, her loins begging for more. Fenris felt her need, pulling him closer, pleading for more than just fingers as she guided him to her, rubbing his tip against her wetness. Threading her fingers in his hair, a surprised moan rolled from her lips as he gave in, entering her completely.

With his first powerful thrust, her hands clutched his back, nails dragging against his flesh as they came back up. Biting her lip, Fenris opened her mouth, further exploring her with his tongue. He wanted to be slow, passionate, but she throbbed around him, her delighted moans and heavy breathing setting a frenetic pace..

Ana's hands took control of his shoulders, guiding his body to lie back. She climbed on top of him, her thighs hugging him tightly, her hands leading his to her waiting breasts. She held his wrists as his fingers teased her erect nipples, each caress, each squeeze eliciting a moan of satisfaction. Fenris gasped and groaned with each undulation of her hips whether he intended to or not. He opened his eyes and saw her looking to the stars, sheer ecstasy on her face.

Knowing he would climax soon, Fenris grabbed her hips, a quick nibble on her breast as he flipped her to her back, pressing himself against her. Her fingers wrapped in her own hair, her legs curling around his waist with each powerful thrust, Ana purred and moaned. Her breathing intensified, her head tossing as she arched her back. Suddenly, an elated cry echoed through the air while her vallaslin shone, her entire body tightened around Fenris in complete euphoria. Hearing and feeling her climax pushed Fenris to reach his own. A blissful groan mixed with a forceful exhale pried its way from his lips as he gave one final thrust, finishing inside her. The trees lit up as her vallaslin and his lyrium markings glowed brilliantly, the final sign they had both climaxed.

Their chests heaved as Fenris gently lay on her, his arms holding him up, but their skin touching. He gently kissed her slightly swollen lips one last time before pulling out and laying beside her. Smiling, he felt her roll into his embrace, his arm curling around her shoulders. He kissed her head as she lay it against his chest, her fingers tracing the lyrium scars.

"I love you too, Fenris."