Warning! VERY explicit smut and sex scene ahead! Do not read if you do not like reading sex scenes, nor if you are at work! LOL
Chapter 14 - Crazy Little Thing Called Love
When Anders arrived at the Hawke estate, it was later than he had originally intended. Varric had seen him at The Hanged Man and had insisted on a couple of drinks before he left. He drank only one glass and declined all future drinks, sticking to water. Isabela had joined them at the table. By the time he left, he was in a real hurry and hoped Faith would not be angry at him.
He stood in front the door and thought about knocking, but stopped himself. What if Mistress Hawke woke up? No, Faith had assured him that she was a heavy sleeper. He knocked timidly on the door. There was no answer. He guessed that Bodahn and Sandal would probably be in their beds asleep and panicked. What was he to do now?
Following an impulse, he put his hand on the door handle and jiggled it. To his surprise, he found the door unlocked. So he opened it and went inside, locking the door behind him.
Paws jumped up from his place next to the fireplace to greet him. He patted the dog and asked him to stay. Paws obediently sat still and watched as Anders quietly went up the stairs to the first floor landing and stopped at Faith's door.
Anders thought about knocking, but then decided against it. He hoped Faith hadn't fallen asleep. He opened the door slowly and received the shock of his life.
Faith was standing in front of the fireplace in her room, gazing into the fire. She had the most fetching dress Anders had ever seen on her. It was a short, black dress that showed off her fantastic legs. He didn't know what material the dress was made out of, but it was transparent, and as far as he could tell, she was only wearing panties. His penis sprang to life.
She was smiling at him shyly and his heart did a double somersault. Walking slowly towards her, he kept a smile on his face, while his eyes drank in her beautiful figure.
"You're finally here," she breathed, her eyes full of love for him. "I was worried that you wouldn't come."
He shook his head, while his arms encircled her small waist, leaning down to give her a tender kiss. He then rested his forehead on hers, and searched her eyes wistfully. "Are you sure about this, my love?"
Faith nodded her head, her violet-sapphire eyes burning with love for him. She was trembling and Anders knew at once that she was nervous, so he spoke to her to set her more at ease.
"You know, when I was in the circle, love was only a game. It gave the templars too much power if there was something you couldn't stand to lose. It would kill me to lose you, my love."
"You aren't going to lose me."
"Are you sure about this? I know it's a big step for you..." Anders said softly as he caressed her cheek.
"I want you Anders. I love you so much!" Faith exclaimed, kissing him fervently.
Anders let his hands roam around her back gently. One of them dug into her long hair and the other settled on her waist.
"Promise me," he whispered, "you'll tell me to stop if you don't want to continue..."
Faith said nothing. She was nervous and wanted to stop trembling, but she also knew that she wanted and needed Anders.
"Promise me?" He asked again gently as his hands softly went up to her face. He held her face in his hands and looked into her eyes lovingly.
"I promise," Faith whispered.
He kissed her again, and grazed her lips with his tongue. Her lips parted and his tongue found hers. The kiss was so passionate, it turned Faith's legs to jelly and she laughed weakly into his mouth.
He broke away, only to gaze questioningly into her eyes. She shook her head with a smile. "I'm just...nervous, I guess." Then she added, "I bought this dress today. I wanted to look beautiful for you..."
He was kissing her again. On her cheeks, her lips...
"You always look beautiful to me," he whispered, his tongue darting out and tasting her. She tasted as good as she smelled. His erection throbbed painfully.
"I think you should get comfortable, don't you think?" She asked playfully, as her fingers tugged at the leather straps that held his coat together. He smiled and helped her with the straps, then slipped out of his coat with ease, standing in front of her in a simple white long-sleeved tunic and leather breeches. Her eyes traveled down his body. She could see that it was lean, bordering on thin, true, but she loved it. Her eyes stopped at the bulge in his breeches, and she giggled nervously. Then her eyes caught a second bulge and she cocked her head to one side, unable to comprehend what she was seeing. Anders smiled at her movement, and pulled her to him, embracing her tenderly.
She pushed him away, shaking her head. "You aren't properly undressed yet, Ser," she reprimanded him, wagging her finger.
He caught the finger in his mouth and sucked it before letting it go. "Neither are you."
He kissed her again, and this time, her hands traced patterns on his shoulders, and muscled arms. He hummed into her lips, enjoying the feeling. Her inexperienced hands went lower, and he let them, eagerly waiting for her next move. She found the bulge and touched it trying to get her hand around it and - she pulled out a dagger from his pocket.
Faith stared at the dagger and Anders chuckled. "No, love. That's not what you want. Unless you intend on stabbing me?"
She giggled and he took the dagger from her hand and set it on the table next to the bed. Then he took off his tunic.
The light of the fire highlighted the thin blond hair on his chest, turning it golden red, and her eyes followed the sparse hair here and there all the way to his navel and below, where it disappeared under his breeches. Feeling a bit bolder, she tugged at the laces holding his breeches together impatiently.
Anders smiled at this. He had been watching her intensely and helped her undo the laces. His breeches fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, standing in his smalls. Faith's eyes locked in on the bulge that was straining to be free and her hand touched it gently. A gasp escaped Anders's lips and he struggled to control himself as she stroked over the fabric of his smalls. His large hand took hers away. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.
"My turn," he whispered, as he put his hands on the buttons of her see-through dress, and started to unbutton slowly. When he was done he paused, a question in his eyes. She gave him a nod and he slowly slipped the fabric off her shoulders. He had been right. Faith was not wearing a breast band.
His eyes drank in her beauty. Her breasts moved up and down with each breath she took, and her nipples were hard against the cool air. He reached out and touched her breasts, slowly caressing them, his fingers tracing circles first on one nipple then the next. She took his hand and led him to the bed, stumbling over her dress en route and nearly falling.
He laughed softly as he caught her in his arms safely and took her to the bed, laying her down gently. His gentle smile soothed her, and she caressed his cheek as he brought his face down to kiss her. Then he kissed her cheek, and slowly worked his way to her ear. He whispered he loved her, then kissed her neck and his tongue darted out. He continued to kiss and lick her, eliciting soft moans from her from time to time. She had stopped trembling, but Anders knew she was far from relaxed. His fingers touched her breasts gently as his mouth kissed her neck. He played with her nipples and tweaked them gently, while he fixed his eyes on her, watching her every reaction. Her nostrils flared and she moaned again. He brought his head down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked and licked, while her moans grew in intensity, her head moving from side to side. He focused on the other breast next, and his fingers still went up and down the length of her body, touching gently, feeling the softness of her skin and making her squirm with pleasure. He focused, calling forth his magic and sparks flew from his fingertips, touching her skin lightly. She began to moan louder, her hips suddenly thrusting upwards, as his fingers started their journey up and down her waist, her arms, her legs. Everywhere he touched, he did so with magic, so that she started to scream with pleasure.
He covered her mouth with his lips, devouring it in a passionate kiss, while his fingers continued to excite her beyond her limits. She was humming into his mouth, and he adored it. The electricity that sprang from his fingers had her thrusting her hips up at him again and again. His kisses grew more passionate, her response as well.
Without her realizing it, he worked at the laces holding her panties together and took them off. Faith's hands touched his arousal and he bit his bottom lip, striving to keep control of himself.
His hand gently traced circles under her navel. Focusing, he sent sparks out to make her squirm with delight. He paused and kissed her again, his hand slowly traveling below her navel, down to the patch of curly dark hair. He stopped kissing her and looked at her. She was looking at him through half-closed eyelids, her hair tousled over the pillow, her cheeks aflame, her lips swollen and red. He brought his lips down again and kissed her. He whispered that he loved her over and over as his hand now traveled expertly through her dark curls, parting them to find her clit.
Instinctively she opened her legs to him, and he suppressed a smile, focusing on how to bring her more pleasure. It was all about her. Her lips, her mouth, her luscious body, her clit. He found that she was already dripping wet and this pleased him. His finger traced circles around her nub, and he flicked it. She gave out a cry and he silenced her with a kiss again.
"I love you, Faith. Maker! I love you so much!" He gasped into her ear, and she gave out a cry as his fingers slipped from her nub and one of his fingers entered her wet core. She thrust her hips up to him as a reply and he groaned, trying to hang on to what little control he had left. Deftly he kept his thumb massaging her nub as his finger moved in and out of her, curling up to find the ridged spot inside that he knew would drive her crazy with need. He slowly added a second finger and Faith squirmed and again thrust her hips. He withdrew his hand and she protested. "No, why -" but his kiss silenced her. He moved down and started to kiss her body, while his hands massaged her breasts. Once his head reached her dark curls, his mouth and tongue found her nub and he started to lick and suck it.
She went wild with pleasure and began to scream his name. His hands continued to massage her breasts and his tongue found the entrance to her core. He licked her and thrust his tongue in. To his surprise, she convulsed and climaxed, and he quickly lapped up her juices. Her taste excited him even more than he thought possible.
He took off his smalls, his penis springing forward, and she stared at it, breathing heavily. "So beautiful," she murmured, as she wrapped her hand around it, causing him to squirm with delight. Even though she was inexperienced, the thought of his penis being the first penis she had ever touched aroused him more and soon he was kissing her all over, his hands sending sparks over her body lightly, as she bucked her hips at him.
He did not try to silence her anymore. He was past all that. He forgot about making too much noise, he forgot about Mistress Hawke, he forgot where they were. The only thing that he saw was Faith, the only thing that existed for him was her. Her body; her legs, her breasts, her face, her eyes, her lips... He was drowning in a sea of pleasure and love and he clung to her and gave her his all.
He was kissing her again, and slowly parted her legs even further. Leaning on his elbows, he positioned himself over her, and brought his penis to the entrance of her core. He was breathing heavily but he still managed to ask her again if she was sure. She nodded, biting her lower lip. Then, he asked her if she was ready.
Faith could not find her voice, even if she tried. She nodded and he pressed his throbbing erection at the entrance of her core and pushed slowly.
Faith started to whine.
"Does it hurt? Please, love, tell me and I'll stop," Anders whispered, breathing heavily. He kissed her lips and waited patiently.
She shook her head. And he pushed again. The tip of his penis eased a little more into the entrance and he stopped. Breathing heavily, he struggled to control himself and waited patiently until she adjusted. His penis was thick and he did not want to cause her pain or discomfort.
Instead of speaking, she thrust her hips up, which surprised him, so he pushed into her a little deeper. She moaned and began to move her head from one side to the other, biting her lower lip, her hands were on his back and her short nails dug into his skin. He pushed again. He was starting to feel her tightness around him. This was sending waves of pleasure throughout his body and he had to refrain from tearing into her. He gave another short push and felt her maidenhead tear against his penis and he stopped as she cried out.
"I'm sorry, my love. I'm so, so sorry," he began but he was interrupted by Faith begging him to continue. He complied and slowly inched forward again. Sweat was pouring down his face and dripping onto her face. He bent down to kiss her as he pushed into her again and waited for her to adjust. Finally he pushed all the way and stopped, feeling her tight walls around him. Her hands found his buttocks and she dug her nails into his cheeks, her legs lifted and he guided them around his waist and still he waited. She was so hot and wet and tight round him, that it took all of the control he had been taught as a mage to wait for her.
She thrust her hips up and the walls surrounding his erection tightened. This was what he had been waiting for. He started to move. Very slowly he brought his penis out until only the tip remained inside, then pushed it in again slowly. She cried out his name and he continued. In and out. Slowly and carefully. In and out. Her hips bucked and she started to move with him. Awkwardly at first, but then she picked up the rhythm. He moaned and groaned at this. It was perfect. They were moving in unison, perfectly together. He picked up speed and she followed, thrusting eagerly. He felt his pleasure increasing and stopped for a bit, kissing her passionately - tasting her salty, sweet sweat and his mingled together. He picked up speed again, thrusting in and out, with her following. Leaning over one elbow, he brought a hand between them and found her nub. He focused and sent low sparks forth and she started to scream again and climaxed shortly afterwards. He continued to tease and excite her, stopping every now and then to prolong his pleasure. He would not come yet. He wanted to wait for her to come again. He brought his mouth down and sucked her earlobe, whispered that he loved her, and slowly thrust into her gently. She moaned and cried out his name.
Soon, they picked up speed again, and he brought his hand back up to her breast this time and teased her there. She was tensing - he knew she would climax again soon, so he began to speed up, his pleasure mounting, until he felt himself on the brink. She convulsed suddenly and her walls tightened around him, so he gave a deep thrust inside her and came, his seed filling her with every deep thrust he took, his penis throbbing as he buried it deeper inside. She screamed out his name, still convulsing, her walls tighter than ever.
"Sweet Andraste!" He cried out as he came. "I. Love. You. So. Much!"
They lay there, still joined together. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing and the cackling flames in the fireplace. He kissed her gently, and rolled off, slowly withdrawing and she gave a little groan as he did. He smiled and took her in his arms, rocking her gently, kissing the crown of her head.
"That was amazing," she whispered. "I never thought that sex could be so - so," she groped for the right word.
"So?" He asked, smiling.
"So wonderful! So perfect!" She stopped and propped herself on one elbow as she looked deeply into his eyes. "Can we do it again?" She asked eagerly, her eyes twinkling.
Anders burst out laughing and put his arms around her, bringing her head down to his chest.
"We will. But let me catch my breath first," he said. "I don't think we'll be sleeping at all tonight," he added with a chuckle.
She nestled onto his chest, her hand tracing the thin hair there playfully. "Oh, I know that we have to stop to let you recuperate. I'm not totally ignorant."
Anders laughed again. "You aren't, huh? Well, let me tell you that I recuperate far faster than any normal man. I'm a warden."
"I thought you said you weren't a warden anymore," she teased. "And what does that have to do with this?"
"Alas, I will always be a warden, even if I am no longer with them or part of the order. It's in my blood, you see." He pursed his lips, deep in thought. Then he decided to tell her anyway. He would try not to keep any secrets from her. She was his and he was hers. It was as simple as that. "We go through our Joining and drink some of the darkspawn blood. This is how we become wardens."
"Eww," Faith said. Anders chuckled at this and kissed the crown of her head again.
"This enables us to sense the darkspawn and gives us more strength and more stamina. For fighting them and for other more...pleasurable matters..."
She lifted her head to look at him and saw his grin and the twinkle in his eyes and giggled. "I see," she said, trying to stop herself from laughing but she couldn't. "So..."
"So?" He asked grinning.
"So do you think you've recuperated enough? Or do we have to wait some more?" She purred, and he half-sat up in bed, and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately on her lips.
"Why don't you check and see?" He asked in between kisses, as he led her hand downwards and put it on his hardening penis.
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They fell asleep shortly before dawn, spent from the strenuous activities that they had engaged in all night. Faith was as sore and raw as Anders was. They were content, however, and blissfully happy.
They woke up when the sun was high in the sky and Anders started, sitting up in bed. Faith opened her eyes, and closed them as she curled on her right side and tried to fall asleep again.
"My love! It's past noon already! What if your mother knocks on the door, and -" Anders's voice was full of anguish.
Faith stopped him with a kiss. "Relax, love. Mother didn't sleep here last night. She spent the night at a friend's house, and was going to let me know if she would stay there tonight as well, but it looked like she would."
"You probably could have mentioned that last night, you know," Anders replied, looking a bit annoyed.
She giggled. "Well, I'll put on a robe and see what news Bodahn has for me. Don't you dare go anywhere, and don't get dressed!"
"Yes, Ser!" Anders replied. He watched her get up and stretch, his eyes drinking in her curves and firm buttocks as she glided around the room to her armoire. She put on a robe and tied it securely at her waist and he sighed sadly.
She gave a laugh and leaned over to kiss him. He caught her in his arms, but she pushed away.
"I'll be right back with news and possibly some breakfast," she said, giggling when she heard his stomach growl.
"That's another warden thing. We have big appetites," Anders informed her in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Oh, I know you do," she giggled, and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Anders lay back, stretching on the bed. He had never before felt this happy in his entire life. His eyes traveled around the room and he noticed a door on the far right. Curious by nature, he got up and padded to it then flung it wide open.
He saw it was a bathroom, with a huge marble tub in the center. He smiled as he turned the handle and the water started to fill the tub.
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Faith returned a while later, and she noticed the bed was empty. Her eyes fell on the door to her bathroom and she smiled as she walked to the door and opened it. Anders lay in the huge marble tub, relaxing in the water, his eyes closed.
"I see you found the tub," she said softly, and he opened his eyes, regarding her warmly.
"I did. Care to join me?" He teased, splashing water in her direction.
"Not yet. Mother sent a missive. She's spending the day and night with her friend. Bodahn is preparing a meal for us. It will still be a while for it to be ready."
Anders smiled crookedly and held out his arms. "Then what are you waiting for?"
She slipped out of the robe and cautiously stuck a foot in the water, expecting it to be cold, but it wasn't. It was deliciously warm. Her awestruck eyes found his and he laughed.
"I'm a mage, love. I know how to heat things up. Water, in this case," he smirked.
She got into the tub and he pulled her close, kissing her passionately. Her hand fell on his erection and he moaned into her lips.
"Mmm," she said. "Now why don't you teach me how to do things to you?" She asked as her hand slowly encircled his penis completely. She began to move her hand up and down slowly.
"Let's see. Lesson one..." Anders paused, and she stopped, looking into his eyes. "...don't stop!" He exclaimed, laughing softly. "Lesson two...coming right up!"
And Faith chuckled as she leaned forward to kiss him.
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They made love in the water, then washed, and dried themselves afterwards. Anders's stomach was now growling terribly. There was a knock on the door and he quickly sprang onto the bed, covering himself with the sheet. Faith put on a robe and opened the door. Bodahn and Sandal walked in each carrying a tray which they set on the table next to the bed. Bodahn was all smiles, and greeted Anders warmly, while Sandal gave him a toothy grin.
They left and Anders threw the sheet off and sat on the edge of the bed, as Faith handed him a plate of eggs, bacon, steak and mashed potatoes. He dug into his food with gusto, while Faith took a silver pitcher full of cold water and served two big glasses. Then she set the glasses on the table next to the bed. They ate in silence, stopping every now and then to smile at each other and continue with their meal.
Anders was the first to finish. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and drank some water. "So, why is your mother staying at her friend's house?" He inquired.
"She told me her friend's sister was missing. She's been missing for two days as a matter of fact. Three if you count today," Faith said in between bites.
"Hmmm...that's strange. I wonder if it has anything to do with the women who went missing nearly three years ago? Remember Emeric? And what we found at the foundry in Lowtown?"
"I was just thinking about that. I wonder if it's all connected?" Faith said, suddenly pensive. "At any rate, I totally forgot to tell you. As you know, I went to the Gallows yesterday. Emeric is convinced that he knows who the killer is. He says it's a man called Gascard Dupris, who lives here in Hightown. He asked me to break into his house at night and find evidence to prove him innocent or guilty."
"I hope you are bringing someone else along too? There may be something nasty there, if he really is the killer. Remember last time at the foundry? We fought abominations, shades and a desire demon," Anders said.
"I was thinking of asking Varric and Isabela to come along. Want to take a walk to the Hanged Man?"
"Sure, why not?" Anders said springing up from the bed.
Faith laughed. "I really should learn not to ask you to do anything. Not now anyway..."
"What do you mean?" He asked as he put on his smalls.
"Well, now that I know you have the stamina, I don't think you'll ever say no again...to anything!"
He laughed and took her in his arms, kissing her. "I don't think my stamina has anything to do with it. Who can resist your charms, Faith Hawke?"
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A/N: Just to thank Megglesnake and HyperPenguin for their awesome reviews! You both made my day! :D