Female Hawke mage, eventual Fenris romance. Rated M for language, violence, sexual content, and suggestive themes. This is my first piece of fan fiction, so reviews are welcome and hoped for. Bioware owns everything, naturally.

I felt like the end of my last chapter fell a little flat, so here, for your entertainment, is FENRIS AND HAWKE DOING IT. If that's not your thing, don't read any further, because you won't find much more in the following pages...A little, but not much.

Tonight

Fenris cradled his head in his hands, wondering how much longer he could go on. He had told himself he would give Hawke the space she wanted, and with the exception of that one night, he had kept his promise.

It was the memory of that night that haunted him. He'd behaved like an animal, humiliated her, made her beg. He returned to Hawke's bedroom and stripped himself of his armor planning to go back to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. He wandered into her library, perusing her selection of books. His reading had improved enough that he no longer needed her help with the more difficult words. He was looking for a specific volume now. He had seen her flipping through it before, and became intrigued when she told him he would not be interested in it, then promptly put the volume away. It was untitled, bound in soft red leather, sandwiched between two large and tedious looking books regarding etiquette.

When he pulled it from the shelf, several pages came loose and fluttered to the floor. He picked them up quickly, half afraid she would come home now to find him doing something he shouldn't. The top page revealed a picture of a man's face. He felt a stab of jealousy before he realized that it was a picture of Hawke's father. She had the same slanted eyes, the same shrewd intelligence in the facial expression. Looking closer at the man, Fenris saw that there were faces reflected in his eyes. It was the rest of the Hawkes. Selene and Leandra stared out of one eye, Carver and a young girl he assumed was Bethany gazed at him from the other. It was the most haunting family portrait he had ever seen.

The next page made his hands shake and bile rise in his throat. It was Hawke, but her face was battered, a broken nose, missing teeth, one of her eyes was swollen nearly shut, the other had no emotion, no light, no intelligence at all. Her only ornament was a perfect brand of Tranquility emblazoned on her forehead. He wanted to throw it in the fireplace, deny that it was a possible future for her, deny that it had nearly happened to her already. He shuddered to think that this is what lurked in her mind.

The third page was a picture of him, although the man on the paper was far more handsome than he was, kinder, and there was something different about his tattoos. These tattoos matched his perfectly, anyone would say so, but there was something in the curvature that suggested love, not possession. Sketched lightly in the background was a green-eyed wolf that carried the same markings. The beast was fierce, but not threatening. It seemed more like a protector, a guide. Was this how she saw him? Did the other picture reflect the way she saw herself?

There were many pictured of him in her sketchbook, reading, sleeping, fighting. When he came to a picture of the two of them, his heart skipped a beat. They stared into each other's eyes, her face was turned up toward his, his hand cupped her cheek, his long fingers threading through her hair. They were frozen that way, a breath away from kissing. Fenris thought it was the perfect analogy for their entire relationship. He tore the page away and tucked it into his pocket. He had no opportunity to look further; he could hear Hawke entering the house. Tucking the book back where he found it, he hurried down the stairs to meet her. It was too late to pretend to be sleeping.

Hawke froze when she saw Fenris standing before the fire, an unreadable expression on his face. "I didn't want to wake you." She said, apologetically.

He did not say anything. Instead he strode forward and kissed her hard, angrily, passionately, releasing all of the love, all of the frustration that had been building inside him in the moths that had passed since he left her. It was the biggest mistake of his life, and he could do nothing to change it, but he could not see her shut herself away without showing her how he felt. He did not know how he would live the rest of his life without her, but they would have tonight.

Selene tried to resist him at first, stiffening with shock under his hard mouth, trying to push him away. Fenris only growled and pulled her closer, forcing her mouth open so he could taste the sweetness within. He swallowed her soft gasp as he stroked her tongue with his, and she sagged against him, clinging to his strong arms for support.

"Fenris, we can't." She whimpered, even as she tilted her head to give him better access to her neck.

"I know." He said, bending her back over his arm, pressing her body flush against his, hating the barriers of clothing between them. Maker, she was soft. He heard the soft whisper of fabric and realized he had torn her robes. The soft linen pooled in shreds at her feet, and his hands were free to explore her body. His fingers traveled down her hip and between her legs to stroke her moist heat. He felt the tip of his proud erection jump when Selene moaned his name, sucking his earlobe into her mouth. They weren't going to make it to the bedroom.

He pulled her into the library and slammed the door so none of the servants would see them. Perversely, he hoped Anders would be able to hear them from the cellar. He was grateful to the mage for his life, but that didn't change the fact that the man was in love with Selene - a fact Fenris found intolerable.

His jealous thoughts vanished from his mind when he felt her fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Pulling the offending garment over his head, he pressed Hawke against the door, shuddering when he felt the sting of her nails travel down his back, curving around his abdomen to the waistband of his pants. They were open and falling to the floor faster than he could believe, and her fingers were curled tight around his manhood, stroking him in a teasing rhythm that promised more than she offered.

Growling aggressively, Fenris lifted her high against him, burying his face in her breasts. Curling his rough tongue around her nipple, he suckled hard, drawing a soft cry from her. It wasn't enough. Fusing his mouth to hers once more, her thrust into her hard, shaking the door in its frame. He groaned and fought not to spend himself right then. She was more than ready for him, hot, and tighter than his own skin. He thrust forward, pushing her hips down, as if by driving himself deeper into her, he could leave a piece of himself with her. He gripped the back of her neck with one hand, forcing her to meet his fierce green gaze.

"I know what you are planning, Selene." He grated, slamming into her again, nipping the corner of her jaw when he felt her inner walls contract upon him.

"I have to." She whispered in a voice that was half gasp and half sob. "I can't-" *moan* "What happened-" *moan* "I can't lose you that way Oh, Maker, yes, just like that…" She rolled her hips against his and buried her face in his neck.

Fenris could feel her magic building, resonating with the lyrium in his skin, and he knew that her climax was nearly upon her. "Not yet." He purred against her lips, and immediately withdrew, lowering her gently so her feet touched the floor. He wanted this to last all night, but knew he could not withstand the earth-shattering force of her orgasm.

Hawke gasped with shock over the sudden emptiness within her. Leaning against Fenris, shaking and panting heavily, she reached down to stroke him again, but he stopped her, pinning her hands above her head. Trapped between him and the door, Selene stared up at him through a haze of love and lust and confusion, and Fenris felt as though he might drown in the deep and endless ocean of her shimmering green eyes.

But for his hands clamped around her wrists, he did not allow their bodies to touch, making slow love to her with his eyes instead. He smiled tenderly when she blushed under the heat of his gaze, and leaned in, allowing his mouth to travel the same path his eyes had taken. He kissed her full lips softly, and she opened for him, but he only flicked her lips with the tip of his tongue before moving lower to press hot kisses along the column of her throat, nipping lightly at her collarbone and dropping to his knees before her.

Hands freed, Selene's fingers speared through his hair, her thumbs brushed the pointed tips of his ears, and she asked him in a shy whisper to take her again, to finish what he had started. He laughed huskily, denying her as his hands traced the gently curve of her hips, and pulled her heat against his eager mouth. He groaned into her when her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her gasp of surprise turned into a moan. He curled his tongue around that special little nub of flesh that could bring her so much pleasure, and suckled it gently. He slid one slender finger inside her, twisting as he withdrew and entered her again.

Fenris hummed his approval against her as he felt her fingernails rake the back of his neck and his shoulders. He could feel blood welling to the surface; he would carry those marks with pride. In spite of all she had been through, Selene was a passionate creature who responded readily to his touch, and he couldn't be more grateful for that. She was wild with him, uninhibited. She was herself. Only with him. He didn't want to tear himself away from her. He was starving for her climax, but not yet.

He rose, and Selene tried again to press her small body against his, but he forestalled her, taking her by the hand and leading her to stand before the fireplace. A faint sheen of sweat had broken out over his brow from the effort it took not to throw her down on the rug and ravish her. That was what he really wanted, and he knew she wanted it too, but he was going to burn this night into her heart. A hard rut on the floor would be satisfying, but it would not create a memory of pleasure that she would carry deep in her heart. It would not make her blush in remembrance every time she looked at him.

He took several deep, claming breaths as he stared at her in the soft glow from the hearth. His hands shook when he reached out to cup her face, allowing a thumb to trace her full lips, swollen from his kisses. His fingers trailed down her slender neck to rest on slim shoulders hard from tension. Fenris felt his brow furrow. She carried so much stress, and now, with the Viscount dead and the Qunari threat eradicated, Kirkwall would look to her for guidance.

"Lie down." He commanded, softly. "On your stomach." Selene opened her mouth to protest, frustration openly painting her features, but Fenris stopped her with a quick kiss. "Do as I say."

The corner of her mouth twitched into a half-smile and Fenris gulped hard as Selene sank gracefully to her hands and knees, peeking up at him playfully before stretching out on the rug. He knelt down beside her, and with expert hands, he began to work the tension out of her muscles, smiling when he drew soft sighs of contentment from her. She looked over her shoulder at him, knocking the breath from his lungs with her glittering green eyes.

"Where did you learn that?" She breathed, stretching languorously under his hands.

Fenris hesitated before telling her the truth. "Hadriana made me do this for her every night." He pressed his hand on the center of her back to stop her from rising. "I am doing this because I want to, Selene. It is different with you."

"Did she…make you…do…other things?" She asked in a small voice.

Fenris scoffed. "No. There wasn't an aphrodisiac in the world that could make me desire that woman." He leaned forward until his lips brushed her ear, allowing his manhood to slide along the cleft of her bum cheeks, issuing a delicious gasp from her. "Not like you."

"Why not? She was beautiful." She asked, when he allowed her to turn over. She stretched again, displaying her body proudly before him.

"She wasn't beautiful, she was evil." He argued, massaging her ribcage. He smiled when she arched her back, urging his hands upward. "Anything I did for her was because she forced me. You saw me as a free man even when I didn't see myself that way. You are nothing like her."

"We are both mages." She writhed under his touch.

"Even in that, you are worlds apart. You are pure, Selene. I've never felt magic like yours - from a good mage, a good woman. I have never met the like of you. Sometimes I think I was waiting for you. But enough. There are better things we could be doing." He moved his hands upward to cover her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

"Mmm…Done teasing?" She purred.

"Not even close."

Selene growled and sat up, pushing Fenris back and straddling his narrow hips so she could impale herself upon him once again. He was having none of it. He twisted so that his shaft only bushed against her hot center. It was the sweetest torture he'd ever known. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, but he vowed that he was not finished with her yet, and he wasn't going to let her finish it for him.

"This is my game to play, Selene." He admonished, rolling her onto her back once more. "It's not over until I say."

"Domination?" She asked, leaning up to run her tongue along the shell of his ear, biting down gently when she reached the pointed tip. "I think I like this side of you. So…commanding."

Fenris loved and hated her playful words. She set fire to his blood even as he rent his heart in two. She teased and bantered with him as if she didn't know he would wake to find the world a colder, darker place. He kissed her hard, twining his fingers with hers and settling himself between her thighs. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and positioned himself at the opening of her tight channel, but did not enter right away. Selene wrapped her legs around his hips and moaned into his mouth when he eased his way forward by slow increments. He did not give her his full length, though he thought the effort might kill him.

"Fenris, please…" She gasped, when he began to withdraw.

"Please what?" He asked, holding himself very still. His manhood jumped and bucked in protest.

Selene moaned in frustration, arching her back, trying to take more of him, but he retreated. "I can feel how much you want me." She panted. "Why are you doing this?"

Fenris tangled his fingers in her short hair, making a fist, forcing her to look him in the eye again. "Because I cannot have you, love, and you should know what that is like."

"Do you think I do not?" She whispered, harshly. A tear leaked from the corner of her eye. "I am trying to protect you."

"You made the decision for both of us. You are protecting yourself." You are a coward. The words hung unspoken between them for the breadth of a heartbeat before he thrust home, filling her completely and effectively putting an end to any coherent speech.

Wrapping one arm around her back, he lifted her, moving so that she was sitting on his lap, her legs still wrapped around his waist. Staring deeply into her eyes, he began to move inside her, slowly at first, until she was clawing at his shoulders again, whimpering, begging without words to end his sweet torment. He chuckled warmly and brushed his lips against hers, flicking her upper lip with his tongue. His movements slowed and Selene screamed his name in frustration. Her forehead dropped against his shoulder and she trembled violently in his arms.

"I am sorry, Fenris." She whispered. "I am sorry for what I have done to you, to us, but I cannot turn back now. I need you to be safe, alive. I'll do anything to meet that end. I love you."

Fenris felt his breath catch in his throat. I love you. She had said it. To him. He leaned forward, gently pushing Selene back so he could search her face. Her eyes were sea green, open, vulnerable. All of the joy and the pain he had ever inflicted on her was reflected there. The whole world lived in her gaze, wisdom beyond time. He could see the Maker in her eyes, and he felt that tightness in his chest finally break. Peace like he had never known flooded through him, cleansing him. She had finally given herself to him. Completely. She loved him. It was enough.

"You are my reason for being. There is no one else; not for me. I will wait for you, Selene. My life is yours."

She leaned forward then, and kissed him hungrily, as though she could drink him in. Wrapping her arms tight around him, she pressed her breasts against his hard chest and rolled her hips insistently. "Please, Fenris…" She gasped against his ear.

She chanted the words over and over again as she rode him hard, crying our sharply when he pushed her into a reclining position, allowing him to thrust more deeply. He dipped his head to take one erect nipple into his mouth, suckling hard. One of his hands wandered up to curl tenderly around her throat, his thumb lazily circled the spot where he could feel her erratic pulse. He could feel her climax building once again, and she began to whimper, begging him urgently not to stop. With long hard strokes, he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her until they were locked together. His lyrium tattoos flared to life as she engulfed him in her magic, her essence. She cried his name again and again as her orgasm crashed over them, contracting upon him painfully, demanding his own release. He could not hold back any longer. Riding the cresting wave of her climax, he felt her in his skin, his blood, his bones. Their hearts beat as one. They were one being, one soul. Fenris groaned broken words of love into her ear as he cradled her gently convulsing body in his arms, spurting his white-hot seed high inside her, praying that life would take root there. He fell back to the floor, Selene sprawled across his chest with a lusty sigh. They lay that way for a long while, and he gently stroked her back, wishing for the sun to never rise again.

They made love many more times that night, hard and urgent, slow and sweet, and even managed to make it to the bedroom; but dawn still rose, cold and vicious, and Fenris woke to find himself alone. He had known it would be this way. Anything they might have said to each other would have been both awkward and wasteful. He had made himself clear, and so had she.

Hawke proved to be as good as her word. She no longer asked for his help, or anyone else's, for that matter. She traveled alone now, with no one to watch her back or know if she fell. She evaded his watchers, as well as Varric's, and he could no longer find her when she went out to play her guitar. If it weren't for her infrequent visits to the Hanged Man, Fenris would have believed she vanished. He was certain that Jethann was the only one who saw her with any regularity, and that was only because his scouts were able to confirm that he stayed in his room at the Rose, but took no appointments the same day of every week. That was when Hawke came, Fenris was sure of it.

It wasn't right, stalking her this way, and Fenris thought be would feel more guilty about it if his efforts had yielded better results. The only way she would allow any of them to fight alongside her was if they came to her with a problem and provided adequate reason to join her. They worked together harder than ever to find a way into her missions, but it was a losing battle. However pure their motives might be, she saw through it. She listened to their arguments, nodded in agreement over their concerns, then continued on as though their words were empty air.

Three years she had been doing this, three years since that night, and while Fenris had promised to respect her wishes, he wasn't sure how much longer he could go on like this. His eyes scanned the letter he's received that morning for the hundredth time, looking for clues, traps. He needed her help now, and if he told her he thought Danarius was involved, she could find a way to leave him behind. For his protection. He would be damned if he would let her go alone.

Sorry it took so long to post such a short and fluffy chapter. I had some computer issues. The next chapter is well underway, and I have grounded myself from all other unnecessary activities. Still have to work and shower, though…