Seheron was hot. Not the arid, breathless heat of the Imperium, but a nasty, sticky mockery of a heat. Fenris longed to get out of his armour each day, waiting for that blessed moment every night when he could peel his sodden leathers off and wash the sweat from his body. The water brought no relief, however, only adding to the oppressive sense of heaviness in the air. the nights were just as bad as the days, if not worse. Impossibly, it seemed to actually grow hotter when the sun set. Still, though, Fenris was glad for the change in scenery. Master was (thankfully) far less attentive than his apprentice.

Even Master did not prove immune to Seheron's climate. languishing on his lavish chaise lounge most days, Hawke feeding him delicate fruits as slaves wielding large fans wafted gentle breezes over his tender mage flesh. Hawke's dress was, if possible, even less modest than it had been in Tevinter. Her flashy silks had been replaced with gauzy scraps of lace, in soft colors, that barely covered anything. Fenris often watched her from his position behind Master, daydreaming of soft skin that smelled like jasmine and incense.

The nights were theirs, however. The heat quelled Master's appetite for flesh, so more often than not, Fenris and Hawke were together after Master had retired. They had not yet been...intimate, but they had become more bold as of late, daring to touch each other through clothing. Surprisingly, it had been Hawke that had been nervous (blushes and stutters made sweet by tender kisses and soft words).

Tonight was just such a night. Master slept deeply, wine and heat sapping his energy and leaving him able to do little else. Fenris stood guard in Master's inner chambers, clad only in thin trousers, sword in easy reach. Hawke exited her chambers, gliding over to him (beautiful, so radiant). Taking his hand, she lead him to one of the plush velvet benches ling the room, and sat down. the night air was heavy, more-so than usual, making the wisps of hair falling from Hawke's updo stick to her neck and giving her a brilliant color. Her filmy clothes adhered themselves to her skin, and Fenris felt himself stir at the sight.

Hawke bit her lip and looked down, her hand still clutching his. She looked so nervous, and Fenris could understand why. The thought of sex with someone he wanted was daunting, the wanting itself intimidating. He could only imagine how a trained body slave would be feeling, especially one that had only known the touch of their master. She wanted him in a way that was as unfamiliar as it was all-consuming, but her body had learned and learned well that sex held no pleasure for her.

Leaning towards her, Fenris lifted his other hand to cup her cheek. Hawke's gaze lifted to his, eyes still fraught with worry. Smiling gently, he spoke.

"Do not fear. I want nothing from you that you are not willing to give."

"I know," she whispered, bringing her hand up to cover his, "that's why I want to."

His eyes widened when she captured his lips with her own, before fluttering closed as he leaned into the kiss. She slid her hands down his bare torso, thumbs lightly brushing his nipples. He gasped at the sensation and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue against his. She rolled the hard peaks between thumb and forefinger, making him shudder and whine against her lips. Taking pity on him, her small hands continued their journey downward, coming to rest on his belt.

Sucking on his tongue, she deftly undid his trousers. He keened against her lips when she drew him out, his length hard and throbbing. A whisper of magic against his skin and her hand was coated with slick. Gripping him firmly, she stroked him, her hand sliding easily along his hardness.

It felt incredible, and he tangled his hands in her hair, desperately clutching her as pleasure rippled through him. His hips shifted in time with her strokes, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Heat and pressure were building low in his belly, his breath coming in harsh pants through his nose. Ripping his mouth away from hers, Fenris could only pant her name.

"Cameron...Cam-Cameron!"

He surged up into her hand, crushing his mouth back against hers. His muscles tensed to snapping as hot seed flowed into Hawke's hand. Finally, he drifted back down, hands releasing their harsh grip as he lowered his head to rest on her shoulder. He watched as she lifted her hand to her mouth, smiling as she lapped as his seed. His cock gave an interested twitch, but no more.

Hawke gently tucked him back inside his trousers. Boneless, he tried to reach for her, wanting to reciprocate the pleasure she had given him. She chuckled at his ineffectual attempts to lift her skirt and caught his hand between her own. Fenris looked up at her, confused, and she smiled down at him.

"Not tonight,"she whispered, looking embarrassed. "Just...not tonight."

Fenris turned his head to kiss her cheek.

"Whenever you wish," he whispered against her skin. "I am yours."