Geeky momma: I hope this is satisfactory. It was a long chapter in progress. I'm not great at writing this type of content XD

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Chapter 4

Catherine laughs loudly and snorts into her pint. 'Stop, stop please,' she says giggling, she slumps over the table and rests her head on her arm. Garrett chuckles and takes a sip of his own drink, he waits until her giggles die down a little.

'And then I said-' He continues to talk, a massive smile on his face.

'No, please,' she says shaking her hand at him. 'Please stop. Maker, my ribs hurt. Please Garrett, stop it.' She says lifting her head to look at him. He laughs and nods, saving her the death by giggles. They had said goodbye to Amelie and Fenris an hour before hand, as well as Aveline. They had continued to drink and get to know one another. Catherine was very easy to talk to, he normally had trouble talking to women. Yet, with her job and blunt attitude, he wasn't having any trouble at all. They had the same interests and the same dislikes. She smiles and laughs lightly as she finishes her ale. She had told him about how they ended up here in this universe. Her story was the same as Amelie's, something he didn't expect. Although he gleamed a few more details. Like how drunk they really were. Apparently Amelie and Catherine were incredibly drunk. A few cocktails too many. Catherine seemed to have a good head for her drink and only just seemed to be drunk. Not totally bladdered, falling over that sort of thing. She was just, drunk. Giggly and easily amused. It was probably why he was having an easy time talking to her. Admittedly, he was quite drunk himself, it hadn't taken him long to catch up.

'Shouldn't you be getting back?' Varric says from the other end of the table where he was cleaning Bianca. 'I'm sure you should take the young lady to her room. No doubt she's going to be tired after her long journey,' he adds, grinning. The dwarf could see that the there was a certain chemistry between them. He wouldn't be a good friend if he didn't gently ease them together. Well, he wouldn't so much as ease these two together, rather he would send them hurtling towards each other and hope for the best.

'Aye, that is a very good point,' Garrett says smiling, he stands and sheaths his sword. He had to take it off before he sat down, otherwise it was very awkward when sitting. He held out his hand to her, 'shall we?' He says, trying not to sway too much. Catherine laughs and nods, taking his hand and standing up.

'Be safe travelling back, you two,' Varric says as he watches them walk down the stairs. Each one holding the other steady. He smiles and takes out a pen. 'The slave and the mage, and now, the Lord and the blacksmith. Holy nug nipples, these stories just write themselves. I swear.' He chuckles.

-x-

Amelie rolled over in her sleep, pulling the blanket closer around herself. She inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering slightly. Fenris sighed. He'd tried to get some sleep, but every little movement or sound she made woke him. He was acutely aware of her presence in his bed. The fact that she was in the room even. His markings seemed to be more of a bother than usual and he was aching to take off his armour, but he wouldn't let himself relax. He couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to do so. He had tried drinking himself into a slumber but that had failed him as well. Restless, he got up. Resisting the urge to take up his blade as well, he left it leaning against the wall. He looked back at Amelie and rubbed his eyes, damn woman, he thought as he left the room. He needed some air. Walking along the corridor he went into the bedroom that had a balcony, he wasn't going to risk the streets at this time of night, he didn't really want the aggravation. Restless he may be, but he wasn't in the mood to fight for once. Fenris just wanted to figure out what was bothering him so much. He opened the bedroom door and made his way to the balcony, leaning on the railing. He cursed his lack of foresight as he hadn't brought the bottle of wine, but he didn't care enough to go back for it. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, resisting the urge to get the alcohol. 'Why does this woman bother me so much?' He asks himself in barely a whisper.

Looking over the city he could see the lights flickering in the light breeze, the more he watched the more he felt relaxed. The problem, Fenris concluded was that he didn't know if it was the smart thing to believe this woman. Also, the way she refused to speak about her city, it made him wonder if she knew more about him than he found comfortable. If she even came from another dimension. If she did, what was he to her? In that world? Was he a slave? Friend? Maybe even...a lover? The last thought made him blush slightly and he cursed himself for it. It was because she had said his name in her sleep. Damn mage. Her mental manipulation. This was all a trick. Fenris was determined to figure her out and get the truth. Especially if she knew something about his past. Or even about Danarius. Fenris inhaled deeply, the thick smog of the city, strangely comforting. Her perfume had clung to his armour and he was trying to ignore it. He would talk to Hawke tomorrow about getting information out of her. He needed the truth. More than anything. Needed to know if she was who she said she was, also, what happened to him in the other world. Who he was to her. That was the main he wanted to know. Fenris made up his mind, he would take her to Hawke tomorrow and they would get all the information they wanted.

-x-

Garrett manages to get into the study, where he puts his sword down. Catherine follows looking around at the bookshelves, and swigging from a bottle of wine she had managed to grab on the way out of the Hanged Man. She sat on the edge of the desk, not caring about being rude. Hawke had told her to make herself comfortable and so she was. 'So, Lord Garrett Hawke,' she says, laughing as she said his name. 'Maker, it's weird calling a guy 'Hawke',' she smiles.

Garrett looks at her and chuckles as he leans against the table, taking her bottle of wine from her and taking a sip himself. 'It's not so weird. It is my name after all,' he says poking her in the shoulder. He hands her back the bottle as he begins to undo his breastplate. His fingers are a little clumsy but he unclasps the buckles easily enough. He sits in the nearby chair heavily, as he fiddles with his shin plates and gauntlets. Successfully devoid of all armour he allows himself to relax a little more, now that he was in his breeches and plain cotton top. He rolls his shoulders and gets up again. He watched as Catherine drank from the wine bottle. 'Okay,' he says laughing lightly as he moves over to the desk and takes the bottle from her. 'No, no more for you,' he says with a very slight slur.

'Aww, no fair,' she pouts leaning towards him as she tries to get the bottle back. 'Come on, you're not my Da, gimme it back,' she says with a whine. He takes a sip and shakes his head, holding it out of reach.

'I'm not your father, thankfully,' he chuckles. He pokes her on the forehead and smiles, 'you've had far too much,' he adds. Catherine pulls a face and leans into his chest and she tries to get the wine without actually getting up.

'Ach Garrett, you're mean,' she says giving up. He smiles and puts the wine out of her reach on a bookcase, she looks up at him as he does so, watching his shoulder muscles move under his shirt. She bites her lip before shaking her head, mentally scolding herself.

'Aye, that I am. Also, it's time for you to go to bed,' he says softly turning back to her. He tilts his head, her cheeks were flushed slightly. Was she feeling alright? She looked like she was about to retort and he cuts in before she can. 'Ah, ah, ah. You're in my home now,' he says smiling, 'and I am a Lord. This Lord is telling you to go to bed,' he says with a light tone of humour in his voice. She giggles and shakes her head, getting up from the desk. Garrett turns away to extinguish one of the candles that had been lit in the study for them. She moves closer and stands on tiptoes.

'Thank you for letting me stay,' she says softly as she kisses him on the cheek. Garrett had turned his head as she spoke and her kiss, half landed on his lips. She froze in shock, as did he. That wasn't supposed to happen. He looked at her, raising a hand to touch her cheek as he turned to face her completely. 'I-I'm sorry,' she mumbles, her cheeks going a little more pink.

'Are you?' He asks softly, his fingers running up the curve of her jaw, Catherine feels the warm glow of alcohol in her stomach as she looks at him. His lips curl into a crooked smile as his fingertips wind into her hair, sending skitters down her spine.

'N-No,' she says in barely a whisper. He pulls her closer, this time the kiss capturing her lips in his, deeply. She melted against his touch, and wound her arms around his shoulders. She suckled on his bottom lip, catching it between her teeth as she did so. Garrett pulls at her hair slightly as his other hand travels down to her hip, pushing her back. The back of her thighs hit the desk as they move, she uses a hand to steady herself knocking a few items on the desk over. Not that either of them cared. She felt the cold sensation of ink spreading over her hand, mixed with the heat of his body pressed against hers, Catherine couldn't help but moan into his mouth. Garrett found the sounds of her pleasure only spurred him on more. He lifted her onto the desk, ignoring any mess. She wrapped her legs around his hips tightly, pulling him closer to her. He could feel her pulse thundering under his palm as he ran it over her throat, his nails biting into her skin. She responded to his slightest touch, her breathing sharp and quick.

His mouth devoured hers, his tongue tasting the sweet wine she had been drinking. Her perfume clung to his skin, a delicate side note of smoke where she had been working in the smith. Her presence swamped his senses, he could hear nothing but her breathing, her moans. Catherine's fingers ran up his shirt, her nails causing welts as she marked him, he groaned pressing his chest against hers in reaction to the sharp sting. Their kiss became more primal and rough. Catherine pulled herself up against him, forcing him to pick her up properly. He held her tightly, one arm wrapped around her waist, his other hand gripping her buttock as he began to bite at her throat. She dug her nails even deeper into his shoulders, her desire rising as she felt his muscles move as he supported her. Her weight made him take a step back into the bookcase, knocking off a few books. She pulled his mouth from her skin and to her lips as she kisses him deeply, a moan running through her chest. Garrett responds passionately, holding her even closer, her breasts pressed against his chest, the thin cotton of their clothing keeping their skin apart.

'Maker,' he says in a growl as he catches her lip in his teeth. She gasps and feels the blood rush to her lips, igniting the pleasure as he suckled at her skin.

'Garrett,' she whispers in a breathless moan. He felt his heart beat spike as he hears her say his name in such a way. The pressure in his breeches was becoming almost painfully uncomfortable. He was angled against her rear and the curve and weight of her buttock was a tease enough. She pulls his hair forcing him to move his mouth from hers. 'Bedroom,' she murmurs. Garrett was only too happy to oblige and kissed her deeply as he carried her from the study.

Well. That was something XD The next chapter should be funny. I'm hoping anyway. That's the plan, but plans don't always go to...plan... yeah...

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