The Years in Between 21
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Hawke kept her word, and made Fenris come to the estate for dinner most nights. The elf would mumble a brief apology for inconveniencing her, and then would get hit on the back of the head with whatever Hawke would have in her hand, a wooden spoon was her most frequent weapon, and shush him for being so stupid. Her mother would join them and had made Fenris her new eyes and ears into Hawke's group; since Aveline was busy with the guards.
Hawke would make the food and he would help clean up, listening to her and her mother's conversations. He could tell her mother was a little uneasy around him, either it was due to him being Elven, or because he was a man around her daughter, he could not say. However Leandra eventually relaxed into his company, learning how to talk and deal with his awkwardness.
Three months past of this comfortable existence he had found, and then trouble started again. But with Hawke there as always trouble just around the corner. But that was one of the things he liked about her. Hawke was dangerous, resourceful, beautiful, everything he wanted, and she was right there ready for him to take. But he needed his opportunity, and by the Maker he would be presented with one.
"What has happened now?" Hawke groaned as Hubert rummaged through the piles of letter's on the table of his stall in the Hightown market. Hawke didn't really care for the Orlesian, but the workers in the Bone Pit deserved a half decent employer. Normally, she was more than happy to help anyone in the city with what they needed, even after she got her estate, she would talk to the locals for anything they needed. But today, not so much.
Namely because she didn't really like being dragged out of bed before sun up, and walking to meet the business man in the Hightown square.
"Some of the miners were threatening to strike, partner! They don't listen to me, bloody dog lords," He met the dark glare of his partner and suddenly remembered her origins, "I mean… those Lothering folk…"
"You're really not helping yourself Hubert." Hawke sighed and he swallowed audibly "What are they asking for?"
"Better wages and a secure workplace. I assured them that the mine is safe since you cleared out the mine of dragons last year. But some are still wary," The Orlesian said with a heavy heart and Hawke raised an eyebrow at him.
"I thought we had put money away for safety equipment and compensation costs?" Hawke pondered and he couched uncomfortably.
"Yes… we did. But I had a serious matter with one of our clients. They wanted cheaper prices and I had to go to them in Orlais. Purely for business purposes you understand." Hubert said calmly and Hawke crossed her arms at him, a disapproving look on her face.
"I seem to recall you saying that we would take any business trips together, so that we both got the best possible result from the deals. And where was I when you took this little trip?" Hawke's eyes narrowed dangerously and Hubert fiddled with his collar, finding it suddenly very tight.
"I had heard the you were in Antiva, and I assumed it was to open trade with some of the dealers in Antiva as we had discussed, so I-"
"We had no such discussion Hubert. We had agreed on this Orlesian deal before I left for Antiva, on personal business." Hawke stressed the word as she glared at him. "And we had never talked about a deal in Antiva. Orlais and the cities in the Free Marches, as we did not have the resources or the money to fully create an established, protected route to any city in Antiva." Hawke said firmly.
"I understand, I was mistaken…" Hubert trailed off, avoiding the glare from Hawke.
"I expect a full report of what happened, where it happened and who it happened with, and a full account of the expenses." Hawke said and he nodded firmly.
"Of course. But what of the striking workers?" Hubert asked carefully and Hawke smiled.
"I'll talk to them, but you may have to enter talks or give them the raise they're asking for." Hawke said before she nodded her goodbye to the grumbling Orlesian. She couldn't stand that man; he was self-involved, spineless, nug humping waste of space. Hawke looked around the still darkened city; sleep was slowly going to recede to its darkened abode. Hawke sighed as she walked slowly, around the quietened streets of Hightown, a small smile on her face. As she passed her estate, she found herself heading in the direction of the Hightown estates, but for some reason she wasn't going to see Fenris right away.
Hawke pushed open the heavy door of the Chantry with a grunt, before she inhaled the incense, burning on the large alter. She saw a few sisters praying quietly from their spots on the numerous benches, facing the statue of the Maker. Hawke walked up the seemingly endless mountain of stairs to the high benches. Hawke sat down quietly on one of the benches and leant back on the wooden back. She heard a creak on the bench behind her, but kept her eyes firmly ahead.
"I see you got my letter," The feminine voice spoke quietly.
"I did. Why we are being so secretive?" Hawke raised an eyebrow as she heard the sister chuckled softly.
"Because, my dear child, even the Chantry has eyes and ears. Many times though, they do not belong to the Maker." The voice spoke, as Hawke listened to the wise tone soothing her. "I have an important mission that I need done as quickly as possible… my cousin is a mage you see…"
'Oh shit. This has Anders all over it'. Hawke sighed to herself.
"And she is currently on her way to Kirkwall from Tevinter." Hawke was sure her eyebrow's had went into her hairline. Fenris would definitely not be the best choice for this, but he was sooooo sexy. "-And I need to get her in and out of Kirkwall without the Templar or the Chantry notice. She will be arriving tomorrow night. Bring her here for a short while, and then get her out of the city on the next cart to Orlais. Can you do this for me Serah Hawke?" The voice asked carefully, the concern apparent and Hawke smiled to herself.
"Of course. I will get my companions and meet her outside of the city. She will be safe, you have my word on it." Hawke said and she heard the bench behind her creek as the sister stood up.
"Thank you Serah. I'm sorry but I have very little money." The sister said warily and Hawke smiled.
"No need for any. I'm more than happy to help another person."
"Thank you. Your compassion does you credit." The sister said softly before the sound of her footsteps drifted away and Hawke was left staring at the Maker's statue. Hawke prayed silently for the well-being of her family and friends. Although she wasn't a devout Andrastian, she did try and follow the principles for an extend time period. Hawke stood after a few moments before she left the Chantry with a smile.
Time for her favourite elf.
Fenriis lay on his bed in only his leather breeches, simply breathing and watching the starry night above him through a large hole in the ceiling his arms crossed behind his head. He was listening to the quiet sounds of the awakening city. He could vaguely hear servants, scuttling around the estates, getting ready for their masters awakening. He could hear the market stalls beginning to open, but there was one noise that caught his attention. It was the sound of feet landing on the roof of his crumbling mansion.
Fenris closed his eyes and slowed his breathing down, as if he was sleeping. The footfalls stopped and he heard them fall onto the floor of his room. He heard the body grow closer before it stopped by the side off his bed. He felt the presence grow close to his face, and Fenris grabbed their arm, and twisted them so they were pinned beneath him. Fenris growled as he drew back his hand, markings flaring before he stopped as he saw he was sitting on top of Hawke.
"Hey hot stuff." Hawke smiled and Fenris relaxed as the light from his markings faded.
"Hawke, what are you doing here?" Fenris asked before Hawke ran her hands over his well-defined abs.
"I forgot when I found myself on my back beneath you. A position I am really enjoying." Hawke grinned widely.
"I'm sure you are…" Fenris looked down at Hawke and smiled as he ran his thumb down the black tattoo on her cheek before he traced her curvaceous lips with a smile. "I do rather enjoy the view myself. However this is rather annoying me," Fenris fingered the clasps of her breastplate.
"You can remove it if you want." Hawke smiled up at him and listened to the deep chuckle that sent a rush of desire through her body.
"Tempting. Very tempting," Fenris smiled as he flicked on clasp open and saw Hawke's eyes widen with surprise. "Maybe I could not resist…"
"If that's the case then you can ravish me now and I won't have any complaints," Hawke smiled as he leant his lips closer to hers. Fenris stopped just a breath away from hers. Hawke tried to move up and capture his lips, but Fenris moved away teasingly from her. "Are you going to do this for the whole day, or are you going to have your way with me?" Hawke raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well… if I do this all day, then it shall certainly be amusing. The look of frustration on your face is something I could look at all day. Oh the other hand… the option of having my way with you, does sound appealing." Fenris licked the outline of her ear, smirking inwardly. "I could bind your hands, and take you over and over; listening to the screams I could get from those beautiful lips of yours. Imagine it my Hawke…"
"Fenris, don't tease me…" Hawke sighed as she heard his deep chuckle.
"I will tease you as I wish my Hawke. I told you to imagine it. I'll kiss and bite you till the world will know those were given by me. I'll tease you until you're on your knees, begging me. But still I won't do it. Because I, can" Fenris bit her ear.
The sound of the front door bursting open caused Fenris to jump off Hawke who sat up with wonder before she smiled. Fenris turned around and Hawke pulled him into a passionate kiss, and Fenris almost forgot about the intruded, wanting to focus on those pink lips that caused him so much pleasure. Hawke pulled away quickly and jumped up and caught her hands on the crumbling celieng before, pulling herself expertly up and out of sight. The door to his room opened and Varric walked in with a smile.
"Elf, you're awake, good." The dwarf smiled and Fenris glared at him, suddenly feeling self-conscious that his markings were so obviously on display. Fenris scowled and took a step towards his chair, where he had thrown a thin linen shirt over earlier on.
"What do you want dwarf?" Fenris pulled the shirt down and Varric smiled.
"Do they hurt?"
"Sometimes. Even if I am not touching anyone or not doing anything." Fenris sighed. "Thank you for the concern, but what do you need so early in the morning?"
"Well, I'm having a bit of trouble with the Dwarven Merchants Guild. They're a bunch of nug humping arses, and I hate them. But I need to deal with them to keep things afloat. So I need a bodyguard. So I thought to myself, 'who is the most intimidating person I know?' and then it hit me. Broody!" Varric grinned and Fenris felt himself struggle not to grin.
"What do you need dwarf?"
"Well, we need to deal with the Guild for the next few days, starting now. You in?" Varric smiled at the elf.
"I'm in."
"Anders?" Hawke opened the door to Anders clinic in Darktown with a smile as she saw him reading a large tome at a table. He looked up with a smile at the sound of her voice.
"Hawke, I didn't know you were alive at this time in the morning," Anders laughed and Hawke raised an eyebrow playfully at him.
"Excuse me; I happen to be a morning person." Hawke smiled at him.
"Not that I have seen." He chuckled as he stood up with a crack of his back. "So what can I do for you?"
"I have a special mission for us." Hawke smiled.
"What are we doing?"
"We're helping illegal mages." Hawke smiled as his eyes lit up.
"Hawke, you're beginning to sound like me." He laughed and Hawke winked at him.
"Well that means we should get this done without the Templars knowing too much."
"We're pissing off Templars?"
"Oh it get's better than that. We're doing this for a Chantry sister."
"Oh Hawke…"
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