Anders grinned, nipping at Hawke's neck and finding her sensitive spot with ease. She inhaled sharply and it was the most amazing sound, nearly pulling a groan out of him.

The only thing better was that there was nothing but silence from Justice, who had locked himself in a dark corner of his mind in return for a renewed grip on his humanity; which meant that Anders had a night with Hawke all to himself. And by the Maker, he had no idea why she had let him into her mansion or her room, but he was content not to ask why, preferring to show his gratitude instead.

She tilted her head away from him, giving him better access to her neck, and he responded by moving away and returning to her lips, kissing her feverishly. Savoring her and letting his emotions run free.

Justice had given him one single night and while that was nowhere near enough, by the maker he was going to take his time and burn every second into his memory.

His tongue delved into her mouth, savoring how she tasted. The feel of her tongue dancing with his was positively surreal. Surely no woman he had ever been with had ever been so perfect or tasted so sweet.

She grabbed the back of his head to press his mouth harder against hers impatiently, running her hands through his hair and tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss further.

He ran his calloused hands over one of her ample breasts, still covered in the crimson velvet of her house coat. She arched against him and he took the opportunity to remove his mouth from hers, licking his lips. Hawke shivered and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, "I'm starting to agree with Fenris. Mages are evil if they all tease like this."

He let out a deep chuckle, "I used to be quite good at this. Or so I was told."

Hawke smirked, "I'll be the judge of that."

Anders shook his head, looking amused, "I'll do my best not to disappoint." He pushed himself back onto his knees and unclasped the chain that held on his cloak, letting it fall to the floor.

Hawke laughed and used the space he gave her to push herself back farther onto the bed so that her head rested on her feathered pillows. She untied the sash at the waist of her coat, but left the rest of the cloth untouched, the robe still covering her form. She eyed the mage, "Didn't I hear some exchange between you and Isabella? Something about the 'Pearl'? She seemed pleased, and if Isabella remembers a night at a brothel…"

He readjusted to hang his feet over the edge of the bed and she stopped smiling.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No," he interrupted, "I don't exactly want to leave my boots on. It can be a mood ruiner, trust me."

Hawke let out a sigh of relief as Anders leaned down and unfastened the straps of his shoes. She reached down to her ankle, taking out the knife that she kept hidden in her boot and, grabbing it by the blade, threw it at the wall where it sunk into the wood with a satisfying thunk.

She then kicked off her boots and bared a collar bone slowly, keeping eye contact with Anders the whole time. He joined her at her new position on the bed, his shoes frustratingly the only thing he had removed. She began unfastening the buckles on his coat as he moved back over her.

Using his knee, he parted her legs and placed his forearms on either side of her chest to support his weight. He settled into a laying position on top of her. "You want to know about the Pearl? Really?"

"Well, Isabella seemed impressed."

Anders smirked, "I'll show you, but you'll have to trust me. It can be a bit… Hair-raising."

"Anything to get that damned dress of yours off."

He smirked and nuzzled into her neck, running his tongue over the sensitive spot on her throat. "You know why mages wear robes, don't you?"

She whimpered, her eyes slipping closed as she opened his coat fully, running her hands down the sides of his neck, and to his shoulders, where she found that he was wearing an undershirt. She opened her eyes to see the white linen and glared at the offending cloth. "Because they have no fashion sense, and like to wear every article of clothing they can find?"

He worked his way down to her collar bone, gently running his teeth over the skin there, "Because they're easy to pull up for quick sex in the circle." He murmured as he pushed the robe off of Hawke's pale shoulders, slipping the entire garment off of her body, and tossing the fine material onto the floor beside the bed.

Hawke grabbed the mage's jaw, the scruff of his beard scratching at her hand as she pulled his face up to meet hers, kissing him fiercely, impatiently, trying to convey the frustration she felt as she attempted to push his coat off of his shoulders, "Well, we are not under Templar supervision, so these come off, or so help me I will cut them off."

Anders grinned and leaned back, holding his hands up placatingly before pulling off his coat. "No need to ruin my clothes." Hawke sat up and grabbed the hem of his tunic, pulling it over his head. She let the shirt fall, nearly gasping. She gazed at his torso appreciatively, placing her hands on the flat planes of his chest, and running them down to his lean abdomen, feeling the barest outline of his abdominal muscles. She snapped out of her daze when he placed a finger under her chin and closed her mouth. She looked up to see a wild grin that showed the mage's teeth.

"Like the view?" He quipped.

She responded by sticking her thumb in her mouth and wetting it with her tongue before running the wet digit over his hardened nipple. He groaned and reached for her, taking off her breast band before pressing her back onto the bed gently and resuming his position on top of her. The mage wasted no time on ceremony, claiming her breasts with his teeth and tongue, not touching the most sensitive part except for the barest of grazes with his lips, her other breast receiving the same attention, but with his hand. The sensuous torture was driving her insane, her body was screaming for his touch. She grabbed onto his shoulders and dug her nails into the skin there. "That's it," she whined, "Mages are evil. All of them. Especially you and your maker-forsaken hands."

He chuckled and kissed her gently. "I promise I'll make it up to you, my love. We have all night for me to show you how very sorry I am."