***Author's Note***

I hope everyone had a happy Christmas :)

Warning! Smut ahead! And fluff...and angst...and drama o.o

Chapter 21

Sophie threw herself into her training. Never again would she be left helpless, like she was with the Qunari. Fenris taught her hand to hand on a daily basis as Varric and Sebastian taught her lock picking and a bit of archery. Isabela had her hiding and tracking.

Snow was heavy on the ground making Isabela's exercises the hardest. But she also learnt so much from them. How to hide in the snow, use tracks to her own advantage. However, Isabela was a master and was not easily fooled. Flakes were falling as Sophie hid in the shadows of an alcove overlooking the busiest market in Hightown. She huddled her face into her leather hood and thought of warmer things.

Fenris...fireplace...tea...Sarah...Sarah's magic...Fenris...Movement to her left caught her eye. Pulling the hood slightly she saw Isabela on the rooves opposite her. Pseudo tracks were there that she had left an hour ago. She grinned to herself. I might win this one. Isabela jumped down onto the other side of the roof and Sophie lost sight of her Roguish friend.

Turning her attentions back to the warmth in her mind she watched the market place. People were bustling, moving swiftly to escape the bitter chill of the snow. A familiar face caught her attentions. A tall man, blonde, robe pulled tightly around him.

Anders seems oddly happy today. She watched her sister's lover move around the market. Buying herbs from one stall, jars from another, always with a face splitting grin. He walked to the area of the market with indoor shops. Clothing, weapons and home goods. She furrowed her brow as he stopped outside a shop coloured in pastels. Why would he go in there?

Abandoning her alcove she rushed to the shop the mage just entered. She felt the hairs of her neck prickle as she felt someone watching her. Isabela. She motioned with her hand for Isabela to join her and sure enough within seconds Isabela was beside her.

"What's wrong Kitten?" She rested a hand on Sophie's tense shoulders.

"Anders just went in here. Do you know why?" Isabela shook her head, a pout on her full lips. Just then the mage exited and almost collided with his comrades.

"Oh! Izzy! And..." His face paled. "I can explain..." He gestured to the basket of goods in his hands.

"Explain what Anders." Sophie cocked her brow.

"Ummm. Well...Sarah didn't tell you?" Sophie and Isabela shook their heads. "I doubt I should say anything then."

"Tell me." Anders shook his head. Sophie took off.

Sarah was sat at the dining table with Hawke. Their friends had gathered to escape the cold of Lowtown and the barracks. The table was groaning with food as everyone laughed and ate. Orana, Sandal and Bodahn were sat by the fire laughing at the groups antics. Then Sophie, Isabela and Anders walked in.

Snow covered them its paleness fighting with Anders face. His mouth was drawn into a thin line of fear and Sarah gulped. Sophie was in a rage. Her dark hair fell across her face. Her eyes burned and she sought out Sarah.

Fenris smirked. It's funny how one small person can silence an entire group just by walking through the door. His eyes met hers and they shared an unspoken welcome. Hawke stood. "Sister? What's wrong?" She ignored him. Isabela came and stood beside him shaking her head and folding her arms.

"Wow. Seems broody number two wishes to tell us something." Varric leaned back in his chair. Sophie stomped her way to her sister and oldest friend.

"Sarah. Do you have something to tell me." Her voice was a chill that took over the room. Merrill rubbed her arms as goosebumps erupted over her skin. Anders went after Sophie.

"She's gone insane!"

"I am not insane!" "She is not insane!" Sophie spun on Anders as Fenris and Sarah stood beside her.

"Tell me why you were shopping in the baby shop!" She glared at both her sister and Anders. Aveline gasped, torn between whether to smile or not. Hawke joined his sisters.

"Sarah?" She had gone pale, not meeting any of her friends eyes.

"I...am...expecting." Sophie left the room.

Merrill squealed and ran over to the fire mage, flinging her arms around her neck.
"Ooh, Lethallan!" She squeezed tightly as Varric came over and congratulated the couple as well. Colour returned to Anders' face as Hawke grinned with Aveline. Sebastian said a light prayer for the safety of the unborn child. Then Sarah began crying.

"Sister!? What's wrong?" Hawke enfolded her in his arms.

"Sophie!" She sobbed. "She hates me! And Anders! " No one knew what to say. Then Fenris stepped forward. He was stunned at the news but was recovering.

"She does not hate you Sarah." He sighed. "She may dislike the abomination-"

"Hey!-"

"-but she doesn't hate you. I will speak with her." Sarah smiled at him until she was surrounded by her friends.

The child will probably be another mage. Why do I surround myself with it? Fenris followed the familiar path up to Sophie's room. His sensitive ears could hear her muttering to herself.

"Stupid abomination! He had no right!" He heard her place something glass down onto a surface. "He better not leave her...leave her alone to do this." bubbling began. "She's not moving to Darktown..." Fenris walked in. "Hawke. Leave me alone." She stripped Deathroot down.

"I'll come back later then?" Her grinned at her as she spun around.

"Fenris."

"Who else?" He stepped to her and took her into his arms.

"Sorry." She mumbled into his shirt. "I know I'm over reacting." She pulled away and added the Deathroot to the bubbling pot of her latest concoction of death. "I was just surprised." She turned to him again a small smile on her lips. "I'll talk to her in the morning."

"Sophie. You do not have to explain your actions to me." They took their usual spots in front of her fire. " I was surprised also. You would think the healer would know how to prevent things of this nature." Sophie nodded and stood from her chair. She walked toward him and moved his arms from his lap. Fenris raised his eyebrows at her. "What are you-" She crawled into his lap and rested her head on his shoulder hugging close to his waist. He smiled into her hair. Rare moments with her like these are what I would die for. Glad for once that he had neglected to wear armor that day as he sat with Hawke.

They sat like that for an hour or two, no words were needed as they simply enjoyed being close to each other. He felt her shift as she tilted her face up to him. They kissed. He kept it slow, savouring her flavour. She tasted like sugar and warmth. Her usual smell filled his nose and helped to still the turmoil that was always within him. Her small hands came up and tangled in his hair sending shivers down his spine. He held her waist tightly and she whimpered. He filed that information away for a later time as he pulled away.

"Sophie..."

"Fenris." He opened his eyes and looked at her. A small smile was on her now reddened lips. "I have something to ask you." He held her tighter, encouraging her to nuzzle into him.

"Oh? And what is that?" He waited a minute as she thought about how to word her desires. Then two. The three. "Sophie?" She squirmed and looked at him. Embarrassment? About what? He furrowed his brow as his thoughts overtook him. Me? Is she ashamed? He thought about how people looked at them when they walked together. He was often mistaken for her servant and when she corrected them with that chilling voice, they looked at her with disgust as she simply sneered at them. "They're just racists, Fenris. Bigots..." Had they gotten to her? She squirmed again.

"Ummm. Well." She coughed into her fist. "I was wondering. If..we could..." She paused again. What has gotten into her?

"Ifwecouldbathetogether?" He blinked.

"Pardon?"

She hid her face with her hand and said it more slowly. "I was wondering if we could bathe together?" Oh.

"I see." Bathe...together...at the same time? "I thought we were taking things slowly."

"You don't want to?" What!? Of course I want to! He cupped her legs and lower back and stood with her. He walked into the bathroom and then let her down. He smiled at her.

"Of course I want to." He began to fill the bath with water, watching the runes glow as they were activated by the water.

"Oh, good." She added an oil to the water. Vanilla. And then lit the candles around the room. They filled it with a soothing orange glow as the comforting smells relaxed them both. He was suddenly nervous. His mouth going dry. She hasn't even seen me shirtless and now...

"Sophie." He bowed his head, his fringe hiding his eyes from her. "My markings, they..." He sighed. "They are not just on my chest." Sophie stepped toward him. She knew they made him uncomfortable. "They are everywhere." He looked at her. "I just thought I should warn you."

"Fenris, I have markings of my own." She began to undo the laces on her boots, kicking them of to the back wall. Her toes wiggled on the stone floor, he grinned at them through his silver hair. He saw her hands move to the laces of her leather leggings. His mouth went dry again. She pulled the fabric down her pale legs. Her tunic fell to cover the top half of them and Fenris was surprised to find himself frowning at the offending fabric. "Fenris." He looked up at her. Her face was softened by the orange glow of the candles made fuzzy by the steam. She smiled and he nodded. He stripped his shirt of and allowed her to look at him.

His markings fell from his neck and over his shoulders. Dipping and moving with his wiry muscles. They travelled downwards following the contours of his body, dipping into his naval and down below the waistline of his leggings. His arms and hands were covered in the elaborate and beautiful markings. The cruelness of the magisters. Sophie decided not to look at them and to look at him. His tan skin. Irresistably smooth with scars from past fights or punishments. He shifted on his feet under her gaze. His muscles rippled as he scratched the back of his head. She placed her hands on his chest. He gasped at the contact.

This simple gesture sent shock waves through them both. The first time in his memory. Her small hands moved up to his shoulders as she pulled him to her. She stood on her tiptoes to close the small distance between their lips. They had always kissed slowly, carefully but this time she kissed him fiercely. Stealing his breath as he kissed her back. Her breath ghosted over his face as she moved her lips up his jaw. He moved his hands down to her waist as she kissed along his ear. She gasped as he sucked on her neck to hide his own ragged breathing, biting lightly with his sharp elven teeth. He rumpled her tunic to make it gather on her hips, his eyes on her lower back as he continued to mark her skin. She wasn't wearing underwear having pulled them of with her leggings. He groaned low in his throat and pulled away, smiling at the vivid red mark he had left behind. Her hands had moved to the buckles and laces of his leggings. Deft fingers making short work of them. Before she could fully undo them however he had batted her hands away lightly.

"Wha-" She was cut short as he lifted her tunic over her head in one swift movement. "Fenris!" He merely cocked a brow at her as he lifted her. He gently lowered her into the bath.

"You said you wanted to bathe." He undid the last buckle that held his pants up and peeled them away. His markings flowed and swirled around his hips and then down his legs to his feet, the stark white against his tan. He grimaced and looked at her reaction. She was looking at his eyes as she held her hand out as invitation. He took a breath and removed his small-clothes. His erection sprung free from the restrictive fabric.

Wow, the markings really do go all the way down.

He stepped into the scented water as she moved to the side to make more room for him. He lay back and rested his head on the side allowing the water to relax his muscles. He felt her move to sit between his legs. Her hands were on his leg and he felt it being lifted out of the water and onto her leg. She rummaged around for something over the side of the bath. A small clink of glass, a pause, another clink and then she was rubbing on his calf. His leg began to warm under her ministrations as she rubbed an oil into his skin, massaging the knots out of his overworked muscles. He opened one eye to watch. Her face was the picture of concentration as she kneaded away at his skin and Lyrium markings alike. His eyes roamed over her. Pale skin cast orange in the candle light, a light sweat glistened over her as it mixed with the steam from the bath. The tip of one of her scars was just visible on her shoulder below the mark he had given her. Her breasts bounced as her arms moved, perfect handfuls bobbing in and out of the water. He swallowed as his erection grew again as he imagined handling them. She looked up and smiled as she moved onto his other leg.

"You like it?"

"Mmm..."

Her hands roamed higher up to his thigh. She raised herself up onto her knees to reach. Higher and higher she went, the tip of his erection visible above the water as it rested on his abdomen. His eyes glinted as she moved. Her breasts hanging and bouncing, wet with vanilla water. Her most private area visible between her legs as she rose up, water droplets dripping from it. He swallowed a moan as her hands reached his hips. He reached up and pulled her down onto him. Capturing her lips in his, he allowed his hands to roam down her back. He felt the bumps and notches left over from her torture. She tensed up feeling him touch them. He pulled away and looked into her eyes smiling at her.

He sat up in the water turning her around as he did so.

"Fenris...I-"

"Shh, let me do this." He had seen her scars before. He would show her that they do not matter to him. He gathered a soap and lathered it up between his hands. He rubbed it into her mutilated skin, starting high on her shoulders and moving down over her spine and waist. "You act as though my Lyrium is not there." She began to protest but he stopped her by wrapping his legs around her and latching onto her neck with his lips. Mumbling against her. "If it makes you feel more comfortable. I will do the same with your scars." He felt her nod and he smiled against her skin. He moved his hands to wrap around her chest, hugging her tightly. She shifted, rubbing herself against his penis. A shock of pleasure surged through him and he bit her to prevent the sound it would have caused. She moaned at the pain and the pleasure it caused. He moved his hands slowly to cup her breasts. Fondling gently and rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She gyrated against him, again causing pleasure to surge through him. He couldn't help the moan that escaped him this time.

She turned around to face him. She kissed him as she wrapped her legs around him. Her core pressed into his erection, her clitoris gathering some of the friction it needed. They both moaned into each others mouths, mixing their breaths and causing them to pant.

"Fenris...have you ever..." She sucked on the tip of his pointed ears making him shiver in pleasure.

"Ahh, not that I can remember. Have..."

"No."

No more words were needed. The situation coming naturally to them. He massaged her arse as she moved against him. She sucked on his neck as he held her close. Her breasts pressed into his chest and an almost unbearable heat began to build between them. He snaked his hand between them and he began to rub at the bundle of nerves between her legs. The water lubricated everything and made the motion easy whilst increasing the effect on her. She moaned into his neck as he licked the lobe of her ear.

Fenris felt her tense against him, her legs squeezed his and her hands gripped at his waist. He wondered if he had done something wrong in touching her there for so long, but then she would have told him wouldn't she? And then she cried out and bucked against his hand.

"Fenris! Don't stop!" He grinned as she came against him. Her fluid came out warm as it mixed with the water. He continued to rub at her clitoris even as he pushed a finger into her. She cried out again as he felt her tightness. He moved his finger within her feeling her vagina clamp against him. He shut his eyes as he imagined what it would feel like to be inside her. Moving together as one. His eyes flew open as he felt her hand on his penis. She looked up him. For instruction? He wrapped his free hand around her and began to pump it up and down. His breath hitched and he removed his hand allowing her to take control. He matched her rhythms with his as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. He felt the familiar heat pool in his stomach but it was somehow more intense with her doing it. She tightened her grip lightly as he felt her walls tighten around his fingers. She's close. And so was he, his hips bucked into her fist as she rocked against him. They both cried out as they came together. Their cum mixing with the water and with each other.

Sophie looked down at him from heavily lidded eyes. A light blush was high on her cheeks. "Can you...go again?" She panted at him.

He chuckled, his rumbling filtering through the water and rocking against her. "You doubt my stamina?" She smiled and climbed out the bath.

"Come." She walked out the bathroom with out drying or gathering clothes. He followed quickly.

She was stood before her bed as he came to stand beside her. Capturing her face in his hands he kissed her. She kissed him back as she backed him up, his legs hit the bed and he sat, pulling her into his lap.

She groaned into his mouth as she felt his penis began to awaken beneath her. She braced her knees on either side of him and knelt up. She kept kissing him as she maneuvered his penis so that it stood beneath her. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He held her waist and nodded. Ever so slowly she lowered herself. A fullness began at her opening and she lowered herself again, eyes fluttering closed.

He gripped her tightly as he felt himself enter her silkiness. A lustful growl began in his chest and worked its way up. He hit her barrier and he bit her shoulder.

"Fenris..."

He knew this would hurt her but his wild nature was winning out over the concern. He bucked his hips up into her to break the barrier. She cried out and gripped his shoulders hard, digging her nails in. He smelt the small amount of blood escape her and the growl escaped him. He impaled her upon him making her cry out again. She raked her nails down his back and he hissed at the pain. He looked up at her face and she looked at him. Eyes dilated and mouth slightly open. She rocked against him and he bucked up, filling her completely. She gasped and he kissed her. He was sorry he hurt her but it felt to good to stop. The complete pleasure pulsed through him, bringing out the animal within. He rolled her onto her back and loomed above her. Getting comfortable between her legs he waited for her to continue. She lifted her arse of the bed, rutting against him. That was all the permission he needed and he slammed into her. He knelt up as he pumped into her, enjoying her mewls of the pleasure he gave her. He grabbed her hips and watched her breasts bounce, her mouth opened and she made eye contact with him. Her eyes burned with such passion, a lust for him he had never seen from her before. Sparks flew as he felt her come, milking him as she did. He gasped at the feeling and she growled when he slowed down. He grinned at her and lifted one of her legs into his chest. It felt like he got even deeper as he lowered himself onto that raised leg. She cried out at the increase of pressure inside her and he moaned at the extra deepness. She raked his arm with her nails drawing a small amount of blood as they dug in. He bent and bit her just below her jaw. He held on as he sped up, feeling her tense up again. He rolled a nipple and fondled her breast and felt his orgasm come upon him again. Her vagina tightened around his penis again as she came causing him to come with her. He spilled himself into her and Sophie moaned his name at the warming feeling. But he didn't hear her.

A woman with long black hair was at a sink in a grand kitchen. Humming to herself as she did. She turned to face him, startling green eyes meeting his. She smiled and opened her arms to him.
A wooden sword was at his feet, a hand on his shoulder. He looked at the person beside him. A girl with red hair and the same green eyes as before was looking at him with concern. Her mouth forming words.
A sunset over a hill. The taste of rabbit in his mouth as he looked at the group of slaves around a fire. The black hair woman and red-headed girl among them. Laughing and clapping as a couple danced around the fire.

Then it dissolved and he came back to reality.

"Fenris?" He jumped, forgetting for a moment where he was. Then the memory of intense pleasure, smells of vanilla and sex. Cries and growls. Softness of skin and Sophie. He looked down at the woman beneath him. He breathed deeply. What was that? So over whelming...it's too much...I..."Are you okay? Was I bad?"

"I'm sorry, it's not...it was fine." He instantly knew her said the wrong thing as Sophie's face darkened. She rolled out from under him, gathering the bedding around her. "No. that is insufficient. It was better than anything I could have dreamed."

Sophie sighed through her nose. "Your markings. They hurt, don't they?"

"It's not that." He sat up and covered himself. "I began to remember. My life before, just flashes." He stood and went to the bathroom. He pulled on his clothing as he thought. What should I do? If I carry on down this path I'll remember just to have it ripped away again at the end. But Sophie...She doesn't deserve this. He returned from the bathroom to find her in her house coat, sat on the bed with her head bowed. "It's too much. This is too fast, I cannot...do this." She nodded.

"Your life before? What do you mean?" She looked up at him and his heart nearly broke. Her eyes were filled with tears, her face fighting with itself to stop them from spilling over. And you did this to her! Are you proud of yourself?! He sighed again.

"I've never remembered anything from before the ritual. But there were faces...words." He rubbed his face for an excuse to not look at her heart-broken form. "For just a moment, I could recall all of it. And then it slipped away."

"Don't you want to get your memories back." He voice was wavering and it hurt his chest. everything hurt, his heart, his stomach, his head.

"Perhaps you don't realise how upsetting this is. I've never remembered anything And to have it all come back in a rush...only to lose it!" He shouted the last part and he saw her back away. The first tear rolling down her cheek. He nearly caved. Why are you doing this to her!? "I can't...I can't." He wasn't sure as to who he was speaking to, her or himself.

Her voice cracked. "Fenris...we can work through this..."

"I'm sorry. I feel like such a fool." He bowed his head. "All I wanted was to be happy. Just for a little while." He began to walk to the door. "Forgive me." He shut the door as he left. He heard her take a heavy shaking breath only to release it in a heart wrenching cry. He started and nearly fell down the stairs. Her cries echoing in his mind. What have you DONE!? He screamed at himself. Her cries reverberated through the estate and he heard footsteps running up the stairs. Hawke! She cried out his name between sobs. Hawke and Sarah rounded the corner to see him stood at the base of Sophie's stairs. Sarah's eyes flashed.

"What's happened!?" She barged past him and up the stairs to hear Sophie crying out his name. "Why aren't you helping her!? What did you do?"

"I...umm..." He stammered. The fire mage didn't wait for an answer as she entered the rogues room. Slamming the door behind her.

"What happened Fenris?" Hawke was stood behind him.

"I told her I couldn't be with her." He bowed his head in shame.

"Okay...and my usually stoic sister is crying about this because?" He placed a hand on his friends shoulders.

"I did it just after...we...umm..."

"You broke it off with Sophie just after you de-flowered her?" Fenris nodded. He felt the grip on his shoulder tighten dangerously, the force mage didn't need strenght. "Are you insane?" Another cry wracked the corridor making Fenris wince. Maybe I am no better than an animal..."You had better go in there and apologise." Fenris shook his head.

"I can't Hawke. You don't understand..."

"I understand a man taking advantage of an emotionally scarred woman!"

"It wasn't that!"

"I understand this supposedly noble and caring elf, according to my sister, coming into my home, having sex with her and leaving her crying! What bullshit did you feed her!" Hawke was shouting in Fenris' face. Anger radiating of him in waves.

"I remembered!" Fenris stood his ground balling his hands into fists. "I remembered my life! Only to have it disappear! I can't handle it Hawke!"

"Awww is the beast having romantic troubles with his insane lover?"

"Shut up Anders!" "Shut up abomination!" They both turned on the other mage as Sophie's cries began to die down. Hawke put his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Fenris. I know this is hard but it isn't Sophie's fault. You can't do this. It isn't right."

Fenris swallowed around his emotion. He knew she didn't deserve this. But what if it happens again? He didn't have much time to think about it as the door above them opened.

"FENRIS! Get your skinny elven arse up here now!" The fire mage. He looked at Hawke who nodded at him. Swallowing his pride he made himself walk up the stairs. "You better fix this."She looked him dead in the eye. Her blue eyes pyres of malice and promises of pain. "If I see her like that again because of you. I. Will. Kill. You. Elf." A small sobbing sound could be heard behind her. He nodded and walked into the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Sophie?" He heard her gasp from a mound in the middle of the bed. "Can we talk?"

"Have you decided to stay?"

"Yes." He stepped toward the bed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left like that." She hummed her agreement. "It's just...it's hard, Sophie." He knelt beside the bed his head resting on the mattress. "I saw my mother. For the first time, she smiled at me. She loved me. I-" He was surprised when a tear rolled down his nose. A sob escaped him, more a hiccup. He couldn't speak. The last time he had cried was when he was with Danarius, he promised himself he wouldn't ever again. Another tear rolled of his nose landed on the bed linen. What's happening?
He heard the mound unfold but he couldn't bring himself to look at her. He felt her hand come to rest on his head, slowly stroking his silver strands. "Forgive me?" He managed to choke out. His answer was small hands pulling him onto the bed and wrapping around him. Her shoulders were shaking as she cried with him. It was more relief now than upset as he pulled the quilts around them and lay down with her.

"Fenris?"

"Yes, love?"

"We'll work on it." He nodded and watched as she shut her eyes to sleep. He pulled an orange strip from the curtains that hung around the bed. Tying around his wrist as another promise to himself. You will not be the one to make her cry like that gain. Stupid elf.

Sarah and Hawke stepped away from the door. Both of them surprised at what had just happened.

"Brother...did that just..." She gestured vaguely at the door.

"Yes...and did we just hear Fenris..."

"Yep." Sarah smiled and placed a hand over her abdomen. " I'm glad that did not escalate."

Hawke smiled at his sister. His niece or nephew growing under her hand. "I got a letter today."

"Hmm?"

"From Ferelden..."

"Ferelden?" She looked quizzically at him. He laughed his booming laugh and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Oh baby sister! Let me tell you about Ferelden!"

A very Sophie and Fenris chapter for you guys :)

I know that's not how the relationship is resolved in-game, but like I said at the beginning of the story, I will be playing around with it.
Hope you liked it and I hope everyone had a happy Christmas :)

-Sophus xx