Morrigan walked over to Aeden as he gathered his things. She was almost amused by his blatant attempt to conceal the fact that he had been, as she knew he would be, profoundly effected by the wonderous thing their son had accomplished with the darkspawn the previous night; but it annoyed her that he had yet to speak; instead he had stroked the remarkable, loving boys head, turned away and began this childish silence. "Speak," she said in a commanding tone.

He looked up without looking at her, and returned to his 'chore', that of ignoring the great thing their child had done. The self important bastard! Could he not admit that she had been right to use their love? - and yes, she felt it, and had still exploited it, (though it HAD burned her to do so). Does that make what that act of exploitation created any less astonishing? - to create so AMAZING and wonderfully loving a BLESSING to the very mortals who would hunt him... as their beautiful boy?

"Damn it Aeden!," she said using his first name, a sign that she was personally affected by his silence. She grabbed his shoulder, attempted to turn him.

He grabbed her wrist, spun, and forcefully pressed her back against the door of a house.

She was caught of guard by the sudden aggression, her hands trembled in his grip.

"I'm not angry... ," he began, "I just..., Maker!"then sucked her lips hungrily, his tongue invaded her open mouth, his hot, impassioned breath filled her hesitant lungs like a gasp of air to a drowning woman.

"Well said, my love," was all she could manage to gasp.

He opened the door as she clawed his shoulders, and pushed both of them through it. He looked around for a stone bed.

"No, the floor will be warm soon enough," she moaned into his anxious mouth.

He lowered her to the floor, ripped her dress from her right breast and suckled on her nipple as he massaged the full, firm mound of supple flesh, "By Andreste I love you .You are my life, my...," he moaned as he covered her body with hot, wet kisses.

She kissed him hard and deep as she quickly lifted the hem of her dress, ripped her own panties off, and opened herself to his groping free hand as she ran her happy fingers through his hair.

He picked her hips off the floor and slid slowly in and out of her warm, wet sex till her nails drew blood from his shoulders.

"I...," he gasped, "should have...,"

"Shhhhh," she sighed as they both neared climax, and silenced his insecurity with her tongue between his lips, "There is no 'I should have' Aeden," she said softly, "there is only EVER 'us', and 'right now', my love."

The moment of passion passed, as the came together and clutched one another's flesh as if for life itself.

Aeden kissed her and made to climb off her.

"Not yet," she sighed, "let us linger, you'll be ready soon enough for another go."

"I don't I can...," he began, but then lost his breath as the muscles of her sex contracted in such a way as to arouse him instantly.

"I have never been able to do that," she sighed as she sucked on his ear, "... till I made love to you."

Outside of the house the rest had began preparations to leave. The Legion of the Dead had formed up an honor guard around Cormack as the child sat happily playing with the elf and Oghren. Nathaniel and Bethany stood outside the door of the house, backs to it, and watched in astonishment as the glow of the lava golem faded into a deep cavern far from the center of the thaig as it chased terrified darkspawn away from them; both unaware that their fingers had become intertwined.

As the moments passed between them as they made love, Morrigan had an image, a woman of dark beauty: Aedens pale blue eyes, beautiful and eagle-like in their piercing gaze; her full lips,red and wet as blood, parted in a mischevious smile; her raven hair, down to the waist; and the peerless smooth skin, pale white as milk in the full moons light: "Lilith," Morrigan sighed in the instant of her daghter's conception.