NSFW. This fic is rated M for a reason (and not just because Eve has a filthy mouth and everyone drinks far too much!)
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Chapter 26

Eve was in trouble. Serious, knee deep in nugshit, no way out, foolish trouble. She'd spent the last two years with her heart locked in a chest, wrapped in anger and rage and loneliness. No one had the key to it. She fucked without emotion, ruled by need and the compulsion to soothe the heated anger she always ran hot with and desire for the pleasure it gave. Shallow trysts of flesh and nothing more.
Then he was there. Eroding that carefully locked chest without bloody trying. It was pathetic. She hated herself for it, but couldn't stop this need to be with him, it was irresistible. He was irresistible. Fucking broody elf.
She couldn't believe the rage she felt for those slavers who were there to try and capture Fenris, how dare they think he a slave! How dare they think they could take him back to Danarius. They would not have him. They would never have him. The fact she had thought such things scared her, that such emotions had sneaked up on her like an assassin in the shadows. When had that happened?
But maybe it wasn't all in vain, she saw Fenris watch her when they were together, heat in his eyes. Then, when she had shown her anger against that bitch Hadriana, she had not missed his green eyes dilate with appreciation at her words, something akin to fondness possibly.
He had killed that woman, she knew he would, there was no other way, she deserved it. But his venomous tirade against Garrett was uncalled for, unnecessary. He had stormed off afterwards, his face etched in painful memories. A broken look in his eyes.
She didn't think she'd feel so utterly worried for him. What in the Void was that about? He could take care of himself! And she herself would have wanted time alone after such an event. He would not have worried for her, would not have gone looking for her. He hadn't after Ser Varnell. But after Eve spent the evening at the Hanged Man without Fenris showing his face, even after Garrett had left for his own estate and everyone else had drifted off, she continued to worry, then get angry at her worry, and finally resolved to go to Fenris's mansion, for her peace of mind to see that he was fine and hadn't been picked up by another bunch of slavers while he'd been alone. She ignored the sick feeling in her chest at the thought of something bad happening to him. It was a feeling that she had become unused to in recent years.

She had been waiting outside his mansion for maybe an hour, it was hard to keep track of time without a clock, but she heard the soft footfalls of Fenris before she saw him, and when she did, oh shit, was her heart skipping a fucking beat at the way he walked with powerful long strides? His head bent, long white fringe only just hiding the dark and angry stare of his green eyes that hadn't yet seen her. He was tall, lithe and muscled, and the memories of him pressed against her, over her, had her fighting the urge to leap on him, to press herself against him, her lips on his mouth... and eventually on other parts. She knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him, had said so, but the timing was always off. Garrett always needed help with something, or everyone was around. There was just no good time to get alone.
She stood leaning against the wall beside his front door, her face impassive when his eyes finally fell on her.
"Eve?" He questioned in that deep baritone of his.
"I see you're still alive then." She commented idly. She might suspect he had some kind of feelings for her, but she couldn't bare hers, not until she knew for sure, and even then she wasn't positive she could wholly reciprocate, giving herself to someone heart and soul only ever ended badly.
"I am." A look of confusion passed across his sharp and handsome features. "I have been to see Hawke. To... apologise, for what I said to him after I killed Hadriana."
"Good. He didn't deserve that." She told him, pushing away from the wall.
"And you are here because?" He stepped closer to her.
"To make sure you weren't killed or captured on the way back to Kirkwall." Eve simply stated. "And since I know you are neither, I'll head back to the Hanged Man." Not that she wanted to, what would she do there but drink, or read the new books she had acquired? Maybe sharpen her sword, again and try to sleep through nightmares.
"I see." Fenris's decadent mouth turned down slightly. "Though you may as well join me for a drink before you leave, I have a bottle or two of wine about."
"I don't want to bother you."
"You are not." He told her entering the mansion and leaving the door open for her to follow. She did, nearly unable to hide how pleased she was he hadn't sent her on her way.

She followed him up to his room where he was throwing a couple of logs on to the fire.
"I should not have left like that." He said quietly when she entered his room. "I was just, am just, filled with such hate. And Hadriana, she was a torment, she would ridicule me, deny my meals, hound my sleep. I was powerless to do anything then, but today, to have that witch in my grasp, I could not let her escape."
"You did the right thing. I'm glad she's dead."
"I did not mean to rant at Hawke as I did, to shrug off your attempts to calm me. If I seem bitter it is not without cause." He sounded almost anxious, as if Eve would tell him it wasn't good enough.
"No harm done. You have a right to your anger. Hadriana and all those slavers that tried to take you back to Danarius deserved no less." She turned towards the table, a couple of bottles of unopened wine and a bowl of apples sat on the table. "Shall I uncork the wine?" She asked, reaching out for a bottle.
"I have been thinking of you a lot lately." He told her, his voice closer now. Eve turned her head to see him standing by the doorway just behind her. When had he moved? Her hand stilled in mid-air. "Truth be told, I think of little else." His voice was almost growling, his eyes looking at her so intensely that she shivered noticeably. He pushed the door closed, the sound of a lock clicking loudly in the sudden silence of the room.
"Oh?" Was all Eve could say to his admission, she could feel her skin flushing, her mouth go dry, her heart thudding noisily in her head.
"If you have changed your mind, if you no longer want this... you only have to say." He told her huskily.
Eve turned round to face him as he stepped close to her. Not want him? This? Was he mad! Her head filled with thoughts of just how much she wanted this, wanted him and never wanted to stop. But she couldn't voice such soul baring words, so instead she met his lips with his, devouring his surprised grunt with her mouth. She wrapped her hands around the nape of his neck, his hair soft and thick. In the two times they had been intimate she had never touched him and oh how she was glad to rectify that.
Fenris's tongue swept across her lips, she caressed his tongue with her own in return. Lost in the moment she quickly found herself pinned to the wall, his hands on either side of her head, his supple body pressed weightily up against her. But it wasn't enough, they were both in armour, she wanted to feel the heat of him, the smoothness of skin, the hardness of muscle. He seemed to understand this as he pulled away, his eyes almost black with lust.
"You are overdressed." He growled, so low, so bestial, so primal. Fuck if Eve didn't just climax from his voice alone.
She couldn't reply, her words stuck in her throat, a moan on her tongue as Fenris quickly started divesting of his spiky attire. She followed his lead, her hands shaking with tension, with the thought of 'finally' sighing in her head. When had she ever been this bloody wanton? So desperate for another?

She couldn't remember unbuckling her armour, glad though she had only thrown on a light set instead of her usual heavy plate after washing the blood of slavers from her body earlier on. But soon she was in nothing but her undergarments, facing Fenris who was in nought but his leggings, looking at her with a mixture of reverence and hunger. She traced his lyrium markings with her eyes. They travelled down his chest and stomach, disappearing past the waist band of his leggings, hoping she'd see, finally, where they ended. Fenris grabbed her before Eve knew he had moved, his body crushed against hers. Her hands found his waist, his golden hued skin smooth under her fingertips, his lyrium brands only slightly raised upon his flesh. He hissed at her touch at first, but did not draw away, and as she smoothed her hands along his waist, around his back he moaned quietly and relaxed in to her touch, watching her face, for what, she didn't know, but she stared in to those green coronas, absorbed by the intensity of what she saw there.
His hands found her neck, softly encircling, brushing strands of her slowly lengthening hair away from her face. His eyes traced her features and then she felt a calloused finger trace the large scar on her jaw. She couldn't help but tense under his touch, try and turn away so it was hidden by hair and shadow. So ugly, a mar on her face, a ruin to something that could otherwise be considered beautiful, she'd heard it said many times, knew it was true.
He frowned at her reaction, forcefully turned her face back, his lips traced the bumpy pink line, and even Eve couldn't help but sigh at those decadent lips against her flesh.
"Tu es pulchra.*" He murmured, she didn't know what it meant. He was apt to speak in Tevene on occasion. Then his lips moved back to hers, one hand moving to capture the back of her head, the other winding around her waist to pull her even more firmly against him.
She moaned as she felt him thick and hard against the apex of her thighs, she couldn't help writhe against him while a groan crawled up his throat to be swallowed by her.

He started to walk her to the bed, how it was managed without them ending up in a tangled mess on the floor she didn't know, but somehow they made it, their mouths never leaving one another's, her hands brushing softly up his back, his hand fisted in her hair and holding her against him as if she would disappear if he loosened his hold.
Her knees hit the edge of his bed, and she lost her balance, sitting clumsily on the thick blankets, now eye level with his waistband of his leggings and the prominent bulge underneath them. She spared a glance at Fenris, a small smirk on her lips at his confused look before she begun unlacing the restricting article of clothing. She heard a choked gasp as her fingers purposefully traced his length under the black material before finally tearing the laces open and pushing down the leggings to free him from his confines.
She traced his tattoos that had indeed gone down past the waistband of his leggings with her fingertips, swirling low on his hips to wind down over his pelvis, along his muscular thighs. She saw that they went all the way down his long legs. But his tattoos were not what she was interested in now, no. It was the very hard, generously endowed length of Fenris that she was interested in. She flicked out her tongue and ran it down his length. He involuntarily bucked his hips with a moan, which spurred her on to take him in her mouth. Smooth and hot, a trickle of sweetness against her tactile tongue. Eve watched Fenris as his eyes closed and his breathing hastened, his hands balled in to fists at his sides. She continued to play up and down his length, enjoying how he reacted under every swirl of her tongue, the pressure of her lips, a squeeze of her hand. She had not done this to a man in a long time and she had remembered how Fenris had mentioned he had not been with anyone by his choice in all his memory, so she was determined to make this good, great, for him, not just because she knew it would spur him on to return the favour, but because he deserved it, and she enjoyed giving him such deserved pleasure.
She kept her pace fairly languid, but she soon heard Fenris's gravelly tone.
"Stop." He told her, "Before you render me spent."
She slid her mouth from him slowly, noticing the tension in his jaw and the shiver that coursed through his body, playfully licking his end before learning back on her elbows and scooting up on his bed before him.
He breathed out shakily before his eyes finally focused on Eve laid out before him. His pupils large and black.
She waited for what he would do, longed for him to touch her, anywhere. She pulsated with arousal, a burning heat at her core. He knelt on the bed and crawled up her body, leaning forward, his arms either side of her head, his face mere inches from hers so that his hair tickled her forehead, his legs on either side of her thighs.
"You are still overdressed." He commented with a raised eyebrow.
"That's rather unfortunate isn't it?" She smirked.
"It is for your undergarments." He breathed heavily, and suddenly Eve saw a glint of steel in his left hand.
"What the...?" She started, and Fenris drew the dagger he apparently kept under his pillow up and under the centre of her brassiere cutting it open, her ample breasts spilling out from the black bindings. Before she could argue about his vandalism of a rather pricy undergarment, Fenris bent his head to lick at the peak of her left breast, her argument leaving her in a breathy moan.
His tongue felt delicious, dexterous, hot and wet as he paid equal attention to each aching bud.
"Fenrisss," she hissed as he used his teeth, each nip sending a bolt of delight to her core, making her even more desperate and needful for more. She ran her hands through his hair, down his neck, over his hard, strong, muscled shoulders, her fingers sometimes running over the raised swirls of his brands or a scar. Knowing he had his own scars made her feel slightly better about the ones she carried on her body.
Then Fenris was crawling down her, his tongue leaving her breasts, now replaced by trailing fingers that scorched her skin. He nudged her legs apart so he could kneel between them.
Eve peered down from heavy lids to look at Fenris who stared intently at her.
"May as well cut those," She nodded to her remaining undergarments, "they were a matching set."
He gave her a hungry smile, the dagger reappearing, before slicing through the thin ties on her hips and pulling the useless material away to throw over his shoulder.
He was breathing heavily as she was completely and fully revealed to him, the dark hair of her mound glistening with the dampness of her arousal. His hands rested on her knees, before he started sliding them slowly down her thighs, to rest on her hips before he pulled her roughly towards him, bending to crash his lips to hers, almost snarling with lust, his arms wrapping around her back, pulling her to sit upwards, perched on his lap, his hardness sliding against her moist centre, rubbing against her pulsating nub. She pulled away just as he did, moaning lewdly in to his ear as he buried his face in her neck groaning loudly, his fingers pressing hard against her shoulders as her nails scraped his scalp.

Eve could not bear the teasing closeness of him grinding against her but still not inside her anymore. Maker, she just wanted him inside her.
"Fenris," her voice was hoarse with her shameless need for him. She could only remember wanting one person like she did this man. It both terrified and thrilled her. "Fenris," she continued, "I want you."
He removed his face from her neck and looked up at her. He had a sheen of sweat on his brow, his eyes so large and green looked straight at her, his lips swollen from their kisses. He wasn't frowning for once and it made his face look slightly younger than his twenty eight years, clear of anger and bitterness.
She ran a finger along the shell of his pointed ear and his eyes rolled in to the back of his head. Eve had, had an elven lover before, not counting her one night with Zevran in Antiva, and knew their ears, particularly the points, to be an erogenous zone for them. Fenris was no exception, and as she replaced her finger with her tongue, breathing hotly as she licked his lovely pointed tip, he moaned deeply before hoisting Eve up by a few inches so his hard member rested at her entrance, leaving her in no doubt he wanted her just at much, and she pushed herself violently on to his impressive length.
She threw her head back, crying out loudly at the feeling of completeness as his filled her totally, her hands gripping his shoulders firmly. She rocked back on her knees and then impaled herself again, lost in sensations of rapture, his hands around her, his mouth on her, his length inside her.
At some point he pushed her on her back, his solid weight above her as she wrapped her legs around him, his mouth moving to her breasts as her own tongue lavished his ears. He thrust vigorously into her, over and over, relentless, desperate, the vibration of growls travelling through his chest in to her, as he rubbed against her at just the right angle when he buried himself deep within her walls. She was soon climaxing with a scream tearing from her throat, her nails raking Fenris's back, the feeling of just how wonderful this was, he was, how she wanted him, and not just like this, but in every way, coursing through her veins.
He followed soon after, teeth biting the juncture of her shoulder and neck, painfully satisfying, harsh Tevene words spilling from between his lips at his own peak in pleasure. She felt the spasms in his spine as he finished, immersed inside her.

He didn't remove himself from her right away. He stayed pressed in to her neck, breathing irregularly, a hand curled tightly in her hair, as if he didn't want to let her go. When he finally rolled from atop her to rest at her side, Eve felt so tired, so sleepy, still bathed in the delicious afterglow of a fantastic fuck... Oh, who was she kidding anymore, it hadn't been just a fuck, not with all the tender touches and kisses mixed with a rough and passionate coupling. Eve couldn't lie to herself anymore, she cared for Fenris, like the Eve of the past who wasn't a Warden or hadn't grown angry and bitter with heartbreak would have done long before now without worry. She knew she could so easily fall for him, could love him and she hoped her heart was healed enough for such a risk.
But did he feel the same? It was hard to tell in the shadowy room as Fenris's breathing evened out, his left hand resting on her abdomen, the other still curled in her hair, though his grip had loosened. If it was just a fuck wouldn't she be gone now? Asked to leave? Fenris left alone in the blankets of his bed that smelt of their combined scents? She certainly wouldn't be laying close to him watching him sleep? She would have to wait to see if he felt the same she supposed, but if it was just an act of primal need, to clear the sexual tension between them, it hadn't worked. Eve still wanted him, Maker be damned, she wanted him even more, looking at him stretched out beside her she felt her arousal spiralling out of control. Maybe after some rest he'd be willing to go again? She hoped so.
So she continue to lay next to Fenris, revelling in the heat of his body, his touch, dozing lightly until he woke.

*"You are beautiful" I used a latin translation as this is the closest thing to Tevene.