He was so warm; so strong as he held her close to his hard body. Cameron sighed softly, her breath tickling across his throat. He started a bit, pulling back far enough to look down to her upturned face.

"Hawke…" he began before her lips claimed his words in a hungry kiss. He tried to pull away but her hand slid into his hair, trapping him in her kiss.

His large, calloused hand held on to her hip, keeping them apart. But Cameron's leg slipped over his thighs, pulling her tighter to his cloth covered groin. The feel of her heat rubbing against his quickly hardening erection was sapping his will. A shaky hand hesitantly slid up a long the dip of her waist, lightly teasing the skin of her side.

Cameron moaned softly into their kiss, but his tease was not enough. Her own hand slid from his hair, scratching down his chest. His hand finally reached her breast, but his gentle caress changed to a hard grope and his tender kiss became hard and heated. Cameron's deft fingers had slipped past the waist of his smalls, her hand wrapping around his cock, moving up with a strong and sure stroke.

Sebastian's mind went blank. It had been years since another's hand caressed him; years since he felt the softness of a woman in his arms. He pushed her down, rolling a top her. She groaned into his kiss, her hand tightening around him as her back arched, pushing her harder against him.

He broke the heated kiss, capturing her lip between his teeth. His fingers tightened around a hardened nipple, and a stuttering gasp was his reward. She began to push his smalls down, freeing his cock to brush along the smooth skin of her thighs. Sebastian groaned. He wanted more of her; to taste more; to feel more.

His fingers raked into her hair, pulling her head back. His lips and teeth worked their way down her throat, spurned on by the increasingly breathy moans that escaped Cameron. His other hand slipped down her taunt belly, over the soft curls and dipped into the slick wetness between her legs.

"Fe –Fenris!" Cameron cried out, her fingers digging into Sebastian's hips, pulling him tighter against her, teasing sparks of electricity danced across their bodies.

His thrusting fingers inside her stilled. His friend's name on her lips worked like an ice bath. She wasn't awake. She wasn't here with him. He pulled back, his body screaming at him to keep going. Cameron's plaintive whimpering, her grasping hands trying to pull him back was not helping.

"Hawke," he tried, his voice horse with desire. Cameron whined, her hand grasping and stroking his trembling cock. Sebastian groaned, closing his eyes. He so desperately wanted to give in, he had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Cameron.

"Hawke!" he growled, roughly pulling her hands away from him, pressing them hard into the bed. Another whimper escaped, her hips thrusting against his was nearly his undoing. "Hawke!" he nearly shouted, shaking her roughly.

The abrupt movement caused a sharp pain in the back of her head and an off beat flutter in her chest. She gasped in pain, curling in on herself. Sebastian sat up quickly in alarm, but was gentle as he pushed her to lie back. Instinct took over, and a soft green glow surrounded her.

When she opened her eyes, they were clear and alert. Sebastian let out a relieved breath. Cameron blinked up at him and as the situation began to dawn on her, she turned crimson from head to toe.

"Sebastian! Oh, no…oh Maker, I am so sorry! I thought –" he pressed a finger against her lips to silence her. He couldn't bear to hear her say it again. He forced his expression into calmness.

"I know what you thought. It's understandable. You were still suffering from your ordeal last night. You weren't aware until you healed yourself. It's alright. There's been no harm done," he smiled as he lied to her. "I'm just glad you woke before doing more that you'd regret." She was silent for awhile, just looking at him. He couldn't keep her gaze and sat back against the headboard, closing his eyes.

"But you wouldn't regret it?" she finally asked softly. He didn't answer her.

"Were you successful last night?" he asked, deliberately and forcefully changing the subject. At the reminder of last night's events, Cameron groaned. She sat up, pulling her legs to her chest. She didn't care that the blanket slid down her knees to pool around her feet.

"There seems to be a connection. Between Ādara and Justice. How much of one I'm not sure about. You pulled me back too soon." his brows furrowed.

"If I didn't work quickly, there was no guarantee that you would have survived." She smiled at him, unconsciously petting his thigh through the blanket. The muscle in his leg twitched, and she pulled her hand back quickly; another blush painting her cheeks.

"Sorry," she said quietly, and then strong again as she returned to the conversation at hand. "I understand you did what you needed to do to save me, and I'm grateful." Her lips twisted up into a sardonic smile. "For me and the little one." She refused to look at him as bitter tears welled in her eyes, but didn't fall. Neither spoke as her statement was processed.

"A…child?" Sebastian finally asked. Cameron snorted.

"Yeah. Apparently first time's the charm," she stated derisively. "You remember how my luck goes, right?"

"Hawke –" he started but she cut him off, angrily rising from the bed.

"Don't start. Just…don't," she pulled a shift from the wardrobe, tugging it over her head roughly. Sebastian rose from the bed himself, only bothering to pull up his smalls. He walked up behind her, gingerly laying his hands on her shoulders.

"What are you going to do?" he asked gently. She slumped back against his chest, resting her cheek on his hand.

"I'm going to do what I've been doing. And when I can't hide it – her anymore," her hands ghosted across her belly. "Then he'll know if he wants to." Sebastian turned her to face him, his expression dark.

"You won't tell him?" Cameron twisted from his grip.

"Why would I?" she hissed. "He helped make her, then he bolted like a rabbit! No. He's got enough problems without me adding this to them."

"If you won't then I –"

"You won't," she stated forcefully, stalking up to him. "Promise me. No one – no one – is going to be told," her voice went quiet, beseeching "Promise me, please." She looked up at him with wide pleading eyes. Suddenly his anger and frustration was lost as he stared into her imploring and frightened gaze. He could deny her nothing. Resigned, he nodded.

"Just…Just promise me you'll be careful." She smiled up at him humorlessly.

"Aren't I always?"