Chapter 22
Completely infatuated with each other Fenris and Amelie explored each other's bodies with desire. Amelie slowly pulled Fenris' tunic over his head and gently ran her fingers over his collarbone, enjoying the warmth she felt from his skin. The elf wound his hand through her hair, resting at the base of her head able to pull her closer so he could kiss her. Amelie smiled as he let the strap of her nightgown slip from her shoulder and then encouraging the other one to fall down exposing her chest. She gasped against his lips as she felt his hand run over her breast, his thumb playfully circling her nipple. Amelie could feel him smile his cheek pressed against hers as they breathed in unison. Softly he began to kiss her neck as he laid her down onto the quilt, his hands moved to her nightgown and began to pull it down over her thighs. Amelie felt her blush erupt over her as she lifted her hips to make it easier for him to remove. He let his lips trace over her stomach, his hair tickling her making her giggle ever so lightly. Fenris rested his head on her belly revelling in the moment, Amelie began to stroke his hair gently. There was no need to rush anything, they had all the time in the world. With a flick of her foot Amelie sent her nightgown across the room making them both smile. 'I thought you said that they would disappear after a few days,' Fenris said quietly as his hand ran up her thigh, tracing the woven lightening scars that crossed her skin. He felt her muscles tense for a moment every time he moved before relaxing, he could tell that she was nervous.
Amelie continued to stroke his hair as she looked at her ceiling, trying not to think about how she was naked and that he was awfully close to an area that was sensitive and felt like it was currently throbbing. She prayed to the maker that he couldn't tell, the embarrassment would kill her. 'I guess in this reality things are different,' she says after a moment. Fenris moved, his hand still resting on her thigh as he laid on his side next to her. Amelie shifted her arm underneath him as he propped himself up on his elbow.
He smiled, leaning his head on his hand as he looked down at her. 'Yes, I feel that this reality is very different,' he agrees as he tilts her head up so he can bend down to kiss her. 'I would not change it for the world,' he whispers as he kisses her deeply. Amelie twisted her body against his and he could feel her chest pressed to his, her breasts rising with every breath. She ran her hand down his stomach and began to untie his breeches, she was drowning out her nerves by just acting and disregarding any thoughts. Thanks to Catherine, Isabela and the other friends in her life she was pretty well versed in what she could do when it came to a man. Any lingering concerns she had disappeared when she heard Fenris moan her name into her throat as he buried his head in her hair. She had slipped her hand beneath his underclothes and had begun to stroke and tease him. Amelie could feel a pulsing heat deep in her navel, aching, wanting to be touched. Fenris balled his hands, weaving them into her hair as he moved closer to her, kissing her shoulder and neck before he began to bite and nibble her lobe. It had almost become too much for the elf and he grabbed her wrist as he pinned her to the bed. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the want and taste of her body had become overwhelming. His lips caught hers as he hungrily desired to feel her, he bit down on her lip hard enough to make the mage moan in return. He brushed his hand between her thighs, making her pause for a moment before she continued to kiss him cheekily biting down on his lip as she teased. Amelie felt a flush of pleasure wash over her as he moved his fingers causing her to dig her nails into his skin with the feeling.
'Maker, Fenris,' she breathed, her head unable to think straight with how he was touching her. She had explored her own body for years and knew how to bring herself to pleasure, but this was new, even though it was almost the same in theory having Fenris be the one to caress her changed everything. Amelie panted his name as he slid his hand and fingers deeper into her warmth, she could feel the length of him pressed against her thigh as he leaned over her. Kissing him deeply she couldn't help but move her hips with his rhythm. His breeches had shifted down past his knees and she could see his full beauty, the curve of his markings and the glisten of his skin against the firelight. She swallowed, pulling away to look at him. She ran her hand around the back of his neck, through his hair as she gripped. 'I need you,' she moaned lightly. Fenris smiled as he took in the sight before him, Amelie's skin was lightly flushed, her lips full and the colour of crushed rose petals. Her freckles dusted her cheeks and nose, framing the exquisite beauty of her eyes; the irises a deep caramel with swirled gold, the rarest of marble. Her hair was soft against his hands and mouth, the taste of her lingered on his tongue. There was nothing he wanted more at this moment than to feel this woman's elation beneath his own body. Moving his hand up to support himself as he moved over her he felt Amelie shift her legs around him, her knees brushing the sides of his hips. She leant up, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him. Slowly and gently he moved with her as she allowed herself to fall back against the mattress. The wave of bliss and euphoria was tinged with the stinging line of pain that thankfully quickly faded as their bodies joined. Amelie couldn't help but breath with a sharp intake making Fenris pause and look at her with a concern and worry. She blushed and smiled as she stroked his fringe from his eyes. 'I'm okay,' she assured, catching his lips in a light kiss. Unable to remove his doubt with her words she moved closer to him and pulled his head down to nip the side of his ear, causing a curse and his fingers to dig into her skin.
'Amelie,' he growled sending shivers down her spine in anticipation. 'They are sensitive,' he said as he slowly began to move his hips back and forth. Amelie arched her back ever so lightly as each thrust sent a pulse through her navel. Without realising she dug her nails into his shoulders as she ran them down his back. Amelie laughed, the concoction of emotions and feelings that coursed through her body burst through. The pain was a present note in the song but was being drowned out by the ever rising crescendo. With a grin she tightened her grip around his neck and forced herself upwards and Fenris onto his knees as she wrapped her legs tighter around his hips and waist. Sat on his lap she kissed him as this time she began to move, feeling him slide deeper inside. 'Venhedis,' her lover moaned as her body moved against his. Amelie could feel his rough palm on her hip and the other on her back as his arm pulled her close. Their skin had become slick with beads of perspiration, Amelie used a hand to brush away his hair and her own fringe that was becoming obtrusive in the moment. Fenris took her hand and moved it down towards her stomach, she blushed as she realised what he wanted to her to do. He engulfed her hesitation with a deep kiss as he too began to rock his hips. Using her fingers to increase her pleasure she could feel the base of him move against her, the thought only heightening her desire.
'Ah.. Fenris,' she gasped as her heart sped up and all she could hear was the sound of their skin and breathing. He nodded as he inhaled her scent, he could feel the rise of the wave between them, feel the thundering of her pulse under his fingers. Fenris could hear her moan as he moved harder, deeper and faster. Her breath hitched and he felt her body tense before the sweet sound of his name shakily being spoken with euphoria. He couldn't help but crush his mouth against hers as her body moved around him, tightening and forcing the wave inside him to crash as his own ecstasy came to fruition. He felt her fingers move through his hair as he too gasped her name between her lips.
They gently fell to the side, the languid feeling of warm muscles washing over them. Amelie smiling as the ringing in her ears faded, the feel of his arms pulling her close and the touch of his lips as he kissed her throat. They both breathed heavily as their hearts began to slow. Gingerly she turned to face him, feeling her pulse spike as she saw the content expression on his features that she had never seen before. 'Yes?' Fenris said with his eyes closed while trying to hide a smile. Amelie giggle and reached up to his ear, her nails catching the side of it ever so slightly. 'Woman,' he warns making her smirk.
'Sensitive?' She says with a grin.
'Extremely,' he replied, opening one eye to look at her mischievous smile. 'What is that look for?' He asks as he pulls her even closer against him, the air had turned chill as the fire died down.
'I'm happy,' she replied. 'Happier than I've been,' Amelie bites her nail, she couldn't help but think that she had rushed herself into everything, but deep down she knew that was her insecurities speaking.
'Amelie,' Fenris said knocking her from her spiral of worry. She looked up at him and mimicked his smile. 'Thank you,' he said softly as he kissed her.
'What for?' She asked a little confused. Fenris refused to explain any further as he pulled the quilt up and over them both, embracing her tightly. It was late and getting cold, her body was tired and a little sore though her mind was racing. He kissed her forehead as he buried his head in her hair, he didn't want to fall asleep but this night had been full of emotional turmoil and he hadn't slept well in months. Amelie smiled to herself and kissed his cheek, 'good night, Fenris,' she murmured as she relaxed into him.
'Leto!' A red haired woman screamed, his eyes darted about as he stretched out a hand, his fingers barely brushing hers as she leant over what seemed to be a railing. Things were blurry and he couldn't make out her face, but he could hear her voice as clear as a bell. 'Leto! No! Don't! Don't take him!' She screamed as she was grabbed by two men in armour. Someone was holding him back, he could feel the metal around his upper arms, biting into his skin. The picture of the woman began to fade but her cries were ever present. 'Leto!'
'Leto, no!'
'LETO...'
'Fenris!'
'Fenris! Please!'
He felt himself come around and saw Amelie's frightened frame beneath him. He shook his head and realised that his markings were glowing and his hand was raised above her, bright and poised. With a jolt he threw himself back, toppling off the side of the bed, pain bringing him back from the fade. 'Fenris?' Came Amelie's question as she leaned over the side of the bed pulling her bed sheet with her as she wrapped it around him. 'What's the matter?' She went to touch him but he flinched at her hand. Amelie jumped and he saw that her eyes began to fill with tears.
'I... I am.. Sorry... I was dreaming,' he said running a hand through his hair as he breathed heavily. 'I did not mean to scare you,' he said as he slowly sat on the edge of the bed. 'I did not hurt you, did I?' He said as he brushed some of her hair aside from her eyes. She leant into his hand and he cupped her cheek softly.
'Are you okay? What were you dreaming about?' She asks as she looks at him. 'You didn't hurt me, just gave me a fright,' she admitted. Only one of my worst fears, that's all, it's nothing. Not like I'm gonna have nightmares about that or anything, she thought. Fenris was looking at her with deep concern and she leant forward to kiss him for a brief second. 'I'm okay Fenris, honestly.'
Fenris nodded and looked at his hands. 'I do not remember,' he mumbles. 'It was a memory, but I cannot make sense or remember details,' he sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. 'It is a little overwhelming,' he adds. Amelie doesn't want to rush him or pressure him into anything like intimacy at this moment. She was still trying to convince herself that he would have woken up to stop himself regardless of her attempts. She remembered when she tried to comfort Leto and it blew up in her face, the fear of him running away from her was at an all time high. Leto spent years at a distance after regaining some of his memories.
'Is there anything you would like me to do?' She asked softly as she looked out the window, it was just before dawn, they had managed to get a few hours sleep in. She pulled the sheet higher up her body.
'Are you cold?' Fenris asks as he plays with a curl that draped over her shoulder.
'Yes, a little, maybe I should find my nightgown- eep!' She squeaked as she was pushed against the bed.
'I think I have thought of a way for you to help me and to keep you warm,' Fenris says as he begins to kiss her neck. Amelie giggled as her anxieties were swept aside in the tide that washed over her.
'Well how could I possibly say no?' She laughed as she wrapped her arms around him.
-x-
'I just want to check on her that's all. I have no doubt that last night might have gotten a little emotional. There was that little storm-'
'You aren't worried that she might have gotten hurt are you?' Garrett replied as they opened the front door. Catherine gave him a look as they entered the foyer, Jess bouncing in and jumping onto her favourite chair with an enthusiastic yawn. 'I'm just saying that for all Fenris is, he's not going to hurt her out of cold blood, not nowadays anyway,' Hawke said awkwardly. Catherine rolled her eyes as she looked around.
'Doesn't look like anyone has come downstairs since,' she said. 'Well, they could have come through but they didn't go into the kitchen or anything,' the smith hung up her cloak and tucked in Garrett's shirt into ill fitting breeches that she was wearing. She really should plan ahead and have a stash of clothing at the estate. She walked up the stairs and along the hallway, 'doesn't look like he's stayed, the spare bedroom hasn't been touched,' she said to Garrett who had followed her. The warrior shrugged, they wanted to go over to the elf's mansion but thought it best to get the story from Amelie first to prepare themselves to what they might walk into. The pair had stopped at the Hanged man and a few playful bets had been placed, though personally Catherine had her money on a tearful reunion and slight peace. It would be a little awkward for a while but they would have broken the silence and could begin to heal. They reached Amelie's door and Catherine knocked gently. 'Ami? Are you okay? It's me and Garrett, can I come in?' She asked. There was movement and a bit of noise from inside and just as Catherine went to open the door it was slammed shut.
'Uh! One moment, I was getting dressed!' Amelie says in a high pitched tone. Catherine looked at Garrett but shrugged a shoulder. There's more movement inside and even a bang; about twenty seconds later Amelie opened the door a fraction, her flushed face peeking through the gap. She was wearing a hastily thrown on nightgown that threatened to slip down her shoulder. Brushing her hair out her face and attempting to flatten it she smiled. 'Hi!' She said in a panic.
'Hi!' Said Catherine in an equally perky voice. 'We were just wondering if you're okay-'
'Uh huh, yeah, no I'm fine. Totally fine, it's all good, I didn't think you would be uh, home this early,' Amelie babbled making Catherine's eyes narrow in suspicion. 'Honestly, I uh, I'm good,' the mage adds. Garrett catches her eye, he looks at the few stray hairs that were caught to the corner of her mouth, the flushed cheeks and what looked like an inside out nightgown and claps a hand over his mouth as he desperately stifles his snort of laughter. Catherine looked over at Hawke and Amelie motioned to slit his throat behind the smith's back which made him turn his laugh into a hasty and harsh cough. Catherine looked back at Amelie who was smiley and perky again, despite threatening her best friend's lover with death. 'I'm all good,' she smiles leaning on the door and going to close it.
'I bet,' Garrett says through a snort. 'Busy were you?'
'Busy?- Hey, Ami, are you sure you're okay?' Catherine asked as she placed a hand on the door forcing her friend to open it a fraction again. 'I'm here if you want to talk, I mean it can't have been easy to see Fenris again after all this time.'
Garrett inhaled with a grunt, clearing his throat as he looked at Amelie with an attempted straight face. 'I'm sure you two saw plenty of each other. We're here to talk about it,' he said, his mouth twitching the entire time as he suppressed a massive grin. 'Y'know, the seeing each other bit,' he said as his face went red with effort.
Amelie face turned into an inferno and she stared daggers at Garrett before smiling at Catherine. 'I'm. Fine. I will come talk to you later,' she said with intent. Catherine's brows furrowed, for all her normal intuition and eagle eyes the situation was going over her head. 'Catherine I'm fine I swear-'
It was too late. The door was opened wide by Fenris who stood in his breeches and he looked down at the Smith. There was a moment of complete silence as the state of her bedroom was revealed. Amelie went bright red as Catherine looked the elf over, the ruffled hair, the sheen of sweat that suggested exercise and there were dark bite marks on his neck and shoulders, not to mention the ones that were on Amelie's skin hidden by her hair. Garrett howled with laughter in the background as Catherine stuttered trying to make words. The elf leant on the door frame before placing a hand on Amelie's shoulder. The only thing that could be heard was Hawke dying and gasping for breath. Amelie had pulled a face of pure embarrassment and looked like she too was trying to stifle laughter. Fenris wore a deadpan expression as he nodded at Hawke and then bluntly shut the door firmly.
'Did... he... that was... was that Fenris?' Catherine said still staring at the door. 'Busy?' She said as she mentally clicked. Garrett was wiping his eyes and moved over to wrap his arm over Catherine as he steered her away from the door. He chuckled with laughter. 'Ooooh that little tart,' she giggled as she looked over her shoulder at Amelie's bedroom door. 'Yeah I bet she's been plenty busy, gettin' me all worked up thinking that she's gonna be all down in the dumps when actually she's been down on-'
'Shit!' Hawke swore interrupting her as a thought hit him.
'What?' Catherine asked as they walked down the stairs leaving the mage and her lover to it.
'Isabela won the fucking bet!'
'Oh fuck off,' Catherine laughed as she shoved him to one side and rolling her eyes.
Well I hope you liked this chapter.
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Happy new year to you all.