A/N This is the first chapter updated, for all present readers. I started writing this story years ago, so I thought so edits were in order to make a bit more sense.

Morrigan's stomach fluttered nervously as Aedan approached, Flemeth's grimoire tucked under his muscular arm.

"Here." He thrust the book out to her, wincing with the strain of it.

Morrigan assessed his body, her eyes flying to the reddened sear that covered his forearm.

"You're hurt," she said. "I'd have thought our mage would have healed you."

"I told her to wait. Alistair broke ribs, she used a lot of energy getting him patched up," he said.

'Twas obviously tender, and Morrigan's lower lip slid between her teeth. She cared little for the Templar, but to think that they had all thrown themselves into such danger for no other reason than she had asked it of him...

"You have no idea what this means to me, Aedan." She ran her long fingers over the rough surface.

"The bitch was hard to kill. She turned into a dragon. A dragon." He shook his head in disbelief. Morrigan turned and placed the book gently on her bedroll before facing Aedan once more.

"Thank you.. For helping me. No one has ever... thank you." Morrigan smiled at him, warmth filling her body in relief.

"That's it, just a thank you?" He winked at her.

"Of course not, but there is a time and a place for all sorts of gratitude." She purred, fingers hooking onto the top of his trousers and tugging him towards her. Her lips found his delicately at first, relief that he survived manifesting itself in soft and tender kisses.

Thoughts of duty teased the corners of her mind but she buried them deep. For now she was free, for now she could be Morrigan without Flemeth, for now she could ignore her predetermined destiny.

Soon their delicate kiss turned to passion, his right hand moved to the knape of her neck, fingers tugging firmly on her raven-black hair, and his left hand slipped down to her lower back pressing her closer into him.

"Come to my tent," he murmured into her ear, teeth grazing her ear lobe causing her to shiver with desire.

Morrigan tipped her head back as he kissed down her throat, a smile overcoming her. She was free.

She moved backwards from him, and his thick brown eyebrows pinched together in confusion and his blue eyes searched her honey ones for answers. "Not in the mood?" He asked.

Morrigan let out a rich, warm laugh, "Do not be a fool."

She took his hand in hers and led him down the embankment toward the rest of camp a smug smile printed on her face as she watched their companions look on as she blatantly pulled him towards his tent. She wanted to make a show of this, for them all to know he was hers. Her smile threatened to fade when they walked past Oghren though; the dwarfs laugh was sickening.

She knew 'twas wrong to get so close to Aedan time and time again, but she would allow herself this for now, while it was fun and as long as it stayed simple and easy. She only hoped he would not fall for her.

When they arrived in his tent she turned to face him, her fingers expertly unbuttoning his shirt. She could feel his eyes on her as she worked, his hands holding firmly onto her hips.

She winced when she saw the extent of his injuries - 'twould seem she would have to be gentle. "Shall I kiss your wounds better, my Warden?"

"Please." He smiled.

And so she did. She made maps of him in her mind, every scar, every freckle, the twists and dips of his muscular body. She would know it all forever, 'twould make leaving at the end of this all the harder, but at least she would know him till the moment she released her final breath.

She fought every fibre of her being that told her this was wrong, because for now she would do what made her happy. For now.