Cinn: Okay, a second chapter was probably totally unnecessary but I did one anway.

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"You are drunk." He stated firmly, but made no effort to move.

"I'd do this sober." Rylnea retorted truthfully. "Besides, it's only honourable that you make good on the way you teased me in there."

"I don't wish to ruin this a second time." Fenris admitted quietly.

Rylnea looked him in the eye. "Will you still be there in the morning?" She questioned.

Fenris nodded. "Yes. I am yours." He admitted, whispering the words in her ear, as if afraid someone else might hear them, and that was all Rylnea needed to practically crush her mouth to his and claim his lips in a hungry, almost greedy, kiss. His hands found her waist and tugged her against him, but she could feel the tension in his body as he resisted submitting to their shared desire because of his gauntlets. The last time they'd been in this position the pointed tips had dug into her skin and she'd invited him up to her bedroom to avoid further injury.

"Why are we so far away from hightown?" Rylnea grumbled to herself when they finally parted to breathe.

Fenris chuckled at her. "I know a shortcut." He replied, finally and reluctantly pulling away from her and she willingly followed him.

Even with his shortcut the walk back to her estate was far too long, and it was only Fenris' impeccable discipline that stopped Rylnea practically jumping him when they entered her foyer. She tried, but he only gave her a relatively chase kiss - but one that promised so much more - before evading her wandering hands and encouraged her towards her room.

The moment she had locked her door she was roughly spun and her back hit the door as Fenris claimed her lips with the kiss they had both wanted earlier, her arms automatically - and carefully - wrapping around his neck as his hands found her body again. She was dimly aware that his gauntlets had gone - she'd been too busy with the door to recognise the sound of them hitting the floor - but there were still an annoying amount of metal layers between them; her Grey Warden robes and his armour.

However, now Fenris no longer had his gauntlets on Rylnea didn't have to be wary of his reactions, so as he left her lips to trail kisses along her neck, she leant to run her tongue along the pointed tip of his ear. A shiver ran down her spine as he tensed and growled a warning against her neck, his fingers digging into her waist. He retaliated by sucking deeply on her pulse point, making her moan and cling to him as he marked her. When he pulled back from her neck - apparently satisfied with the blossoming purple mark - she took her turn, sucking the tip of one ear whilst gently rolling the tip of the other between thumb and forefinger, she earnt a strangled groan for that before he took her hands and pinned them above her head. "Not fair." She pouted.

Fenris shot her an almost wicked smirk before setting to making her forget all about fairness. Even if they'd wanted to, after three years of pent up feelings, it was pretty much impossible for them to take it slow. It became fast, furious and an utterly glorious release of passion between them. As they both drifted back to reality, he reached to draw her into his arms after he'd untangled himself from her, still breathing heavily. He did not wish to give her a chance to worry he might be about to leave or push her away again. He knew that it would take time for her to trust that he wouldn't leave in the morning, but she was giving him a chance, and he wasn't going to squander it. This time he was prepared for the onslaught of memories and feelings, they didn't scare him so much anymore, not as much as the thought of leaving her again. This time they hadn't all entirely deserted him either, but he had had a few hazy memories resurface over the last few years. Her fingers lazily traced over some of the lyrium lines on his chest, before he clasped his hand over hers to stop her. "Did that hurt?" She asked, a little worried.

"No." Fenris replied, offering her half a smile before moving her hand to kiss it. "Entirely the opposite."

"Then what's the problem?" Rylnea asked, jerking her head to flick a stray lock of hair out of her face.

"I don't think you realise just what you're tempting." Fenris retorted, turning his head to look at her.

She offered him a smirk. "Oh, I think I do." She stated calmly. "Besides, if you think I'm through with you, you are sadly mistaken." She warned him, earning a chuckle.

"I don't think I'll have many complaints." He decided, almost lazily.

Rylnea moved far quicker than he expected, and in a flash she was straddling his hips, and leaning down towards his mouth, almost surprised at how fast he recovered as she felt him respond against her stomach. "Really? Maybe I've thought of a few ways of getting back at you for being quite so foolish before. Maybe I'll tease you until you beg me-" She was cut off as he flipped their positions.

"Beg you? Need I remind you what came out of your mouth only a few moments ago?" He asked in astonishment, an eyebrow raised at her as he pinned her to the bed. She had no complaints about that, but he had a point, and even that first time together she'd begged him, and she'd been surprised. No one had ever made her beg before, even when trying.

"I do love a challenge." Rylnea retorted as she tilted her head to kiss him again.