Chapter 21

As Max put the key in the lock to open her apartment she suddenly became keenly aware of Anders standing behind her. She had told both the First Enchanter and Justice that she would tell him what she had been feeling but that didn't make doing it any easier. As the door shut behind them she felt Anders hands on her waist from behind. He leaned forward, pulling her close. He moved one hand up to move her hair over her shoulder giving him access to her neck. As his arms wrapped around her waist she enjoyed the feel of his lips on her neck. The combination of his lips and stubble sending chills down her back. As he kissed and sucked on her neck working his way toward her ear, she could feel her pulse start to race at the sensation.

"So you were afraid of me leaving huh?" Anders whispered in her ear.

"You heard that?" she asked, dropping her head forward a bit. She was anxious about his reaction. It seemed like a lot, a little too fast.

"When Justice is in control I am still there, I am still aware of everything that is happening; I just have no control over it. That is why it is so unnerving for me."

"Ahh," Max said in understanding.

Anders turned her around so that she was facing him. "So, I believe that you were supposed to tell me something."

"Well if you saw everything then you already know," Max said looking around the room. When she finally got the courage to look at him she saw in his eyes that he wanted her to tell him, not hear it through Justice. She sighed, "I didn't tell you that there were no accounts of what happens to you after Kirkwall because I was afraid to hope. I felt, feel, drawn to you and I didn't want to get hurt by hoping for something that I didn't think would, or could, ever actually happen. Messing with time can be very dangerous; and I didn't want to be selfish. I was also afraid of getting hurt if you didn't want to stay," she admitted looking away.

"Why would you think that I wouldn't want to stay?" he asked as he put his hand on her face, gently turning her face toward his. "I never have to worry about Templars hunting me, I can come and go as I please, and I have the attentions of a beautiful, intelligent woman who likes cats! What more could a man want?"

Just then she felt his lips on hers, forceful, as if to force all the fear and pain from her. She kissed him back fiercely, desperate to feel him there, to have him stay. She felt him pushing her back and suddenly her back was against the wall. Max reached her hands up, running her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, loosening the band that held it pulled back from his face. She felt his body pressing against hers as their kisses changed tempo to something more sensual. His hands moved down her body to her thighs. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist in response. He pressed her against the wall with his body and she could feel his arousal through his pants where their hips met.

Anders moved his mouth from hers and returned to her neck, sucking and nibbling, causing her pulse to speed. He pulled back for a moment, causing her to whimper. He pulled them off the wall and carried her, still wrapped around his waist, to her bed. He let go of her thighs, and moved his hands to her waist. He ran his hands up her body, bringing her shirt with them. Max answered by removing his shirt in a similar manner. She ran her hands over his chest and abs and started to work on removing his pants. She only got so far as undoing the button when she suddenly found herself on the bed and he was on top of her. His mouth had found her ear lobe again and it was sending shivers through her body. His hands were on her pants, working to undo the button and the zipper. He pulled back again and pulled her jeans over her hips and off her body. Anders stood there for a moment, looking at her in nothing but her bra and panties. Max felt her heart flip at the smirk on his face and the hunger in his eyes.

Now he was taking his time. He put one leg between hers, easing her thighs open a bit, and settled his weight onto her. This time instead of her lips or neck he started kissing the top of her breast. His hand massaged the other, his finger occasionally rubbing her nipple through the fabric. He moved his mouth down her breast and nipped at her through her bra. He reached around her back to remove the bra, fumbled for a moment, and then stopped.

"Maker's balls, how do you work this blighted thing!" Anders exclaimed in frustration.

Max laughed, and arched her back so she could reach her arms under her body to undo the clasps on her back.

"Well I can't say that I didn't enjoy seeing that," Anders said as he watched her remove the offending garment. "Now where was I?" he asked as he returned to what he had been doing.

This time he took her nipple in his mouth, suckling and nibbling. Max squirmed under him, her breath catching with every tug. She reached out with her foot and began to rub his cock through his pants. He moaned in response and slipped his hands down to her panties. He began to rub her clit through the fabric and was rewarded with a moan in return. Max pushed her hips towards Anders hands, begging for more. She felt him push her panties aside and he ran his fingers along her lower lips.

"Oh Anders, please," she moaned, aching for some part of him to be in her.

She felt him smile around the nipple that was still in his mouth. Then as he continued to tease her by running his fingers along the outside of her, he removed his mouth from her breast and moved down her body. When he reached her sex he began to nip at her nub through the fabric of her panties. Max writhed and twisted under him, his slow torture driving her mad. Finally she felt his fingers slide under the top of her panties and she sighed in relief. Her relief was short lived as he let his fingers linger there for a few moments.

She whimpered in frustration. "God damn it Anders, are you trying to kill me?"

"I am just making sure that the removal of this article of clothing hasn't changed," he said with a chuckle.

"You know damn well it hasn't," she growled.

Anders chuckled again. "Maybe I just like making you squirm," he replied as he finally removed her panties.

"You're a fucking tea-," she was cut off as he slid his fingers into her wet folds calling forth a moan.

Anders dipped his head back down and began to suck and nip at her swollen nub. Max felt her hips buck as the sensation of his mouth and fingers in and on her sex. Her hips moved with his fingers as they slid rhythmically in and out of her while his mouth worked the sensitive bundle of nerves. She looked down at him and saw him looking back up at her. With a smile he moved to kiss her inner thigh, his thumb taking over where his mouth had been. She moaned, thoroughly enjoying what he was doing. She felt herself getting closer to climax when suddenly she felt a spark course through her. There was a pulse of energy coming from his fingers and she had never felt anything like it before.

"Oh fuck, Anders," she moaned as she climaxed, gripping the sheets and thrusting her hips into his hand.

As she panted from the orgasm she felt him pull his fingers out of her. She couldn't help the whimper of disappointment that came out. She looked at him and realized that he had taken back his hand so that he could remove the last of his clothing. He climbed back on top of her and she could fell his hard cock pressing on her thigh. He kissed her, his tongue reaching for hers. She reached her hand down and started to stroke his erection. He moaned into her mouth as she ran her fingers along his hard length.

Max shifted her body and rolled them over so that she was on top. She was still working his cock with her hand. She shifted back and sat up straddling him. She moved him so that she could sink down onto him, feeling every inch as he filled her.

"Maker, Max, you feel fucking amazing," Anders moaned as she settled around him.

She did not give him time to acclimate himself, as she immediately began to work her hips into him. She leaned back down and licked along his bottom lip, taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. She ground her hips into him, rolling them in time with him. Suddenly, Anders wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over. He pulled her down the bed as he stood next to it, somehow managing to stay inside her the entire time. He started to thrust into her, causing her to moan in response. He increased his pace and her walls tightened around him. His thrusts continued to become faster and harder until Max felt him spasm, and heard him moan, with his own release. Then slowly his thrusts slowed as he emptied himself into her. He slumped forward, his hands on the bed holding him up, and panted for a moment. Then he slid out of her and he slumped down on the bed next to her. Max shifted over to lay with him, and he moved his arm to give her room to snuggle against his side, resting her head in the sweet spot near his shoulder.

"What the hell was that thing you did with your hands?" Max asked breathily, still trying to get her breathing back to normal.

"Ohh, that, just a little spark," Anders replied with a wicked grin.