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Warning: This chapter contains some M related content.
Christina sighed deeply before opening her eyes. Glanced towards the window and judged that from the sun filtering into the room, that it was almost noon. She lay in bed for a few more minutes before kicking off the sheets and throwing her legs over the side of the bed. Yawning, she stretched and made her way to her dresser.
When she exited the room, her hair was down and she was wearing a sky blue tank top and jeans. She was barefoot.
She made her way downstairs into the kitchen where Fenris was sitting at a table, munching on a slice of toast. He was barefoot wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white shirt. The room was filled with the smell of fresh coffee.
"Good morning," She greeted him with a smile, as she entered the room.
Fenris acknowledged her with a curt grunt and said, "Coffee's made." He drank from his own mug.
"Aren't you just the sweetest," She replied as she walked over to the coffee brewer and poured a cup. She poured in some milk and sugar, before she sipped it. Bracing her hips onto the counter, she turned towards Fenris. "So, I was wondering, do you think we can go back to my hotel room?"
"Your hotel room," He asked looking over the rim of his cup.
"Well, I was staying in a hotel before I went to the club, yesterday. I still have stuff in the room and I was wondering if we couldn't go get it."
"Is this stuff necessary?"
"Yes, I would say so. I would go by myself, but I figured you wouldn't want to let me out of your sight."
"What exactly are these things you require?"
"Just a few necessities, like clothes, make-up, little items like that."
"You got new clothes yesterday."
"Yeah, but those are my things I can't just not get them." Christina batted her eyelashes and pouted her lips. "Please Fenris," she pleaded.
. "Alright," He turned to walk out the room, "but we leave now."
"Okay," She chugged the last bit of her coffee. "Just let me go put on some shoes." She said exiting the kitchen and running upstairs to her room.
With her shoes on, Christina walked outside to the front of the manor and saw Fenris had already started the motorcycle and was straddling the machine between his thighs. She walked down the front steps and climbed on behind him, after bracing herself and wrapping her arms around his waist, they set off towards Lowtown.
Fenris maneuvered them through the light traffic of Hightown. Christina's hair whipped behind her, as he decelerated the motorcycle and turned off down a spacious street. He parked the bike in front of the small inn, as she climbed off and headed towards the door.
"You can wait here, I won't be long." She called out.
"No," Fenris called back, he turned off the bike and climbed off stuffing the keys in his pocket. "I will come with you." He said as he followed her inside.
Christina led them through the establishment, up the stairs and after pulling a key out of her pocket unlocked a wooden door and opened it. She walked into the room with Fenris close behind.
Grabbing a yellow backpack from a corner, she began to stuff the clothes strewed throughout the tiny room. While he began to examine an assortment of bottles, that sat on a small nightstand.
"I would be careful with those," She glanced at him. "Some of those bottles contain very potent toxins; one drop is enough to kill a full-grown man."
"Why do have poison," He glowered at her.
"You never know when it might come in handy." Fenris continued to stare at her obviously waiting for a more sufficient answer. She sighed before continuing, "My father taught me how to make them when I was a child, I had a real knack for it and I've kept up the practice ever since."
"Your father," he looked her questioningly. "Taught you how to make poison?"
"I grew up in the poorest part of Lowtown, Fenris. I didn't have the most glorious childhood, my mother died during labor and my father raised me alone. He was once a mercenary for The Red Iron but he left the guild in order to be there for me." She stuffed a pair of white converses into the pack. "Father got rather busy sometimes but I would just go and play with the other kids until he came home. It was at those times, he would teach me how to pick locks or make poisons and how to handle a dagger." She showed him two silver daggers that were wrapped in a red cloth.
"So, you are dangerous," he hissed.
"I haven't ever killed anyone, yet, and it's not like I would." She quickly added. "I just know about a hundred different ways I could, but you don't have to worry, Fenris."
"Why is that?"
"Because, despite you being broody and arrogant, I sort of like you," She gave him a disarming smile.
"Then did you father teach you to steal as well?" he peered at her.
"Yes, the money he had saved from his time as a mercenary didn't last long and Meeran wouldn't let him back into the guild. So, father instead joined a band of thieves, called The Black Polecats. When I was ten he began to take me with to Hightown, where he taught me how to pick pocket the nobles. I was thirteen when he took me on my first heist and I joined the polecats myself when I was sixteen."
"Are you still part of this group of criminals?"
"I retired last week. Yesterday was my last heist as I have told you."
"What about your father?"
"He died of the wasting a few years back." She glanced down at the floor, sadly.
Fenris nodded, "I'm sorry for your lost."
"It's alright; that was years ago." She moved around the room collecting the rest of her things. "He died a happy man at least, I made sure of that. I took care of him for those last few months before he passed.
"That last day before he died he made a miraculous recovery, and it seemed he was going to be alright. That night we stayed up talking and he claimed he was proud of me, that I had become such a professional," she laughed dejectedly, "He left out the criminal part.
"I tucked him into bed, and the next morning I woke up to find he had died during the night."
"It sounds like you cared for him," he said reluctantly.
"Of course he was my father; he gave up his whole career just to raise me."
"Yes, but he led you to a life of crime."
"That wasn't his fault," She glanced sternly at him. "It was my choice, I begged him to teach me. He was reluctant at first, but eventually he gave in and when I showed a talent for it, he encouraged me to join the polecats."
"If he wanted you to join that guild of thieves, then why did you leave?"
"I was tired of it. The trill wasn't there anymore;" She shrugged, "that life lost its luster after he died. Afterwards, I realized I wanted a better life for myself."
"And you decided to start off this new life of yours; you should do the only thing you knew how, steal."
"You make it sound so bad, but yes I did. I had heard about The Crimson Hawke, when I was with the polecats, but I never went. When I retired, I remembered the club, and decided to rob it."
"Why the Hawke," he asked.
"Circumstance, it was all about the fact that many people went there and that most clubs aren't well lit. I also was able to sneak into the seneschal's office and steal the blueprints.
"I figured that I could get in and out without anyone noticing and that by the time they found out that money was missing, I would be long gone on a sunny beach in Antiva." She smiled. "To bad I didn't account for you."
"You didn't think there would be any guards?"
"Of course I did, I even had a small sleep bomb just in case."
"Sleep bomb," he raised an eyebrow.
"It's a small flask that when broken, puts anyone who breaths in the fumes to sleep for a couple hours or so."
"Why didn't you use it?"
"Honestly, I forgot I had it."
"You forgot?"
"I got distracted by my very attractive captor," Christina grinned flirtatiously at him. "Besides, I kinda like the thought of you manhandling me. I was hoping for a strip search." She winked.
Fenris was blushing as he rolled his eyes, "Can you hurry it up I would like to leave now."
"Yes, sir," she giggled.
Forty-five minutes later, they were back home and walking up the stairs towards their rooms together.
"We have to leave soon." Fenris said nonchalantly glancing at his wristwatch.
"I'll be ready," She replied as she walked into her room.
"Meet me downstairs by the main door," He called out to her.
"Can do," she shut the door behind her and began to unpack.
Why did she tell Fenris about her father? She hadn't thought about her father in years, let alone talk about him. It still hurt, the wound her father's death had inflicted on her was still fresh and that conversation had only poured salt into it.
It had taken all her willpower not to cry and to keep on smiling. She had even flirted with Fenris to try to cover up the fact that she was still hurting inside. Now, alone in her room, she tried to keep busy to ignore her eyes, that burned from the unshed tears.
Going through her bag, she found the blood-red cloth that contained her daggers. She took one of them out and held it up to inspect it.
The silver blade shone in the sunlight. Running her fingers over the swirling lines carved into the black dragonbone hilt, she recalled the day she had received the daggers.
Christina tightened her grip on the hilt of blade, as thoughts of her father's smiling face, came to mind. As she wrapped it back into the cloth, a tear trickled down her cheek.
She whisked it away and continued to unpack.
*Later That Night*
"Anders," Christina called out to him. "We need more ice."
"I'll go get it," He said, as he rushed off to the kitchen.
"Excuse me," A young woman said to her. "Can I get a pint of ale?"
"Of course," She turned around. Quickly, she made the drink and passed it to the girl with a smile. "Here you go."
"Thanks," she said handed her a silver, before becoming one with the crowd again.
The Crimson Hawke was in full swing that night. The people filled the room from wall to wall. Music boomed from the speakers and lights flashed, whether from the club or from the camera of a group of friends taking pictures.
Christina and Anders had been working the bar and it seemed that everyone wanted a drink that night. The orders kept coming and the tip jar was bursting. Not that she minded, the more tips the more money she would get.
Every so often, she would see Fenris pop up by the bar. Checking on the club or her, she wasn't sure. He would come up and glare menacingly at her, never uttering a word, just silently warning her to not screw up. Then Anders or she would say something and then he would wonder off angrily mumbling to himself.
She could practically feel him watching her now. Although he was nowhere in sight as far she could tell.
"Hello," A man said walking up to the bar, an amorous smile on his face.
"Hello good sir," She smiled. "Can I get you something?"
"Well you could start by telling me your name?"
"It's Christina."
"Well, Christina, my names Brian. You must have just started working here, because I definitely haven't seen you here before."
"I did actually, just yesterday."
"Well, I'll be sure to come here more often, if it means I get to see you." He wiggled his eyebrow.
"Thank you, but you really shouldn't say that. The Hawke has many other things to offer, besides me."
"I don't see anything but a beautiful brunette in a fiery red dress."
She glanced down at her dress it was a simple short cherry dress with a big bow that tied in the back. "Really, I appreciate the compliments but if you're not going to order something…"
"Sure, I'll take a beer."
"What kind?"
"Antivan Amber."
"Can do," As Christina turned to get it; the man reached behind the bar and groped her bottom. She instantaneously twisted around and raised a hand to smack him, when Anders appeared and grabbed her hand stopping its dissent towards the man's face.
"That kind of behavior is not tolerated in this bar, Serah. You best refrain from doing that unless you want to be thrown out of here." Anders grinned at the man but his amber eyes gleamed ominously.
"I have every right to do whatever I wish," the man glared at him.
"Not in here you don't and if you touch any of the employees here like that again, I'm sure the security would just love to toss you out on your face."
"Whatever," he snorted. "Just give me my beer and I'll go."
"Certainly," Anders reached behind him with his free hand grabbed an Antivan Amber and handed it to the man. "It's on the house." The man scoffed at Anders then walked away.
"Christina," he said returning his attention to her.
"What," she glanced up at him.
"I leave for not even five minutes and you already get into trouble?"
"It wasn't trouble, I was handling the situation."
"You," He lightly shook her hand, "were about to hit a customer." He dropped it and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I have every right too, he grabbed my ass, he deserved a good slap. He can't treat me like that."
"That maybe, but you hit a customer, then Hawke gets a lawsuit and where would that put you?"
"In the Gallows," she sighed. "I know, I know, but I wasn't thinking. All I thought about was defending my honor. I am not a piece of meat," She called out towards where the man had retreated.
Anders snickered, "I agree, but you should learn to use your words instead of your fist."
Christina pouted, "You sound my father."
"Maker, the last thing I want you to think of with me is your father." He gasped playfully. "I want to woo you with my charm; I wish to have to swooning over me. How can I do that when I remind you of your father?"
She laughed, "Sorry Anders, but it seems I want be swooning over you just yet."
"Just yet," He cheered. "This means I still have a chance."
"It's always good to be optimistic."
"Hey," a waiter called out. "If you two are done, I need two Rivain Daiquiris."
"We'll get those for you right now, Feynriel." Anders said to the young man, as he and Christina got back to work.
It was a little almost one o'clock in the morning when the last customer was escorted out of the club. Christina was in the back helping Merrill with cleaning up the kitchen, also because she had grown fond of the elven woman.
"Oh, Christina that dress you wore tonight looks so beautiful." Merrill said.
"Thank you, Merrill. If you want too you can borrow it."
"Oh no, I wouldn't look good in a dress and besides where would I wear it? It's not like I get out much, I usually stay at home. I tend to get lost otherwise. I've lived in Kirkwall for three years and I still can't find my way home without help."
"Nonsense," Christina said placing a pot on a shelf. "You would look gorgeous in a dress. If you want, this Monday we can go and see a movie or something. We'll buy you a pretty dress too."
"Why on Monday?" she asked.
"The club's closed on Monday, Merrill." She smiled at the elf.
"Oh, yes of course I'd forgotten," She nodded. "But what of Fenris, want he be mad?"
"Mad," she said questioningly. "What is there to be mad about? I'm going to be spending the day with you, it shouldn't matter to him."
"But you are his responsibility aren't you?"
"Well, yeah." She pondered for a few seconds. "Perhaps I better run this by him."
"I think that would be best. I've seen Fenris angry before, he is quite scary."
"He doesn't scare me, in fact I find him rather cute when he gets all fired up."
"You think he's cute," The elf's already rather large eyes, widened.
"Yep, he's like a porcupine. Good to look at but it's best if you don't touch."
Merrill giggled, "I agree, he is always very grumpy looking too."
"Tell me about it, although to be honest I think it's an act. I bet under all broody attitude is a sweet, caring man begging to come out."
"I doubt it, he's probably beat that man to death by now."
"Most likely," Christina was walking to the sink, when suddenly she slipped in a puddle of water. "Ouch," she exclaimed as she landed on her bottom.
"Oh," Merrill rushed over to her. "Christina, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so." She said as she tried to stand.
"Here let me help you," Merrill lifted her and as she stood up, her right ankle popped.
"Fuck, my ankle. This is what I get for wearing high heels in the kitchen."
"Oh no, Christina this is entirely my fault."
"Don't blame yourself, it's not like you left that puddle there so that I could slip on it."
"You have to sit down," Merrill said and they walked towards the front of the club, Christina leaning on Merrill for support. As they entered the bar area, Anders looked up at them.
"Christina," He cried out, rushing over to her as she sat on a bar stool. "What happened?"
"I slipped and hurt my ankle." She grimaced.
"It's my fault, I forgot to put up the wet floor sign and I shouldn't have mopped the floor with Christina in there." Merrill rambled on frantically.
"Merrill," Anders placed a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down, it's not like you meant for this to happen."
"I know, but if I hadn't been so careless…"
"Don't worry, it's not like she's dead or dying, it's probably just a sprain. I'll take care of it." He kneeled in front of Christina, carefully took her black heel off and inspected her ankle.
"Anders, you better be looking at just my ankle." She said.
"Oh my sweet Christina, I would love to ogle you but this is not the time for such things." He grinned still looking at her ankle. "Hmm, it doesn't appear to be broken, but it could use some healing none the less." His hand began to glow an eerie green
"Andraste's flaming ass," Christina shouted, reflexively pulling her foot from Anders's grasp. "You're a mage?"
"Yes," Anders peered up at her. "I thought you knew."
"No, I had no bloody idea, up until now."
"Well, most of the people that work here are mages, Christina."
"What?"
"It's true; I'm a mage as well." Merrill spoke.
"By the maker, why did nobody tell me?" she angrily pouted crossing her arms under her breast.
"I just assumed you already knew, I thought Hawke or Fenris might have informed you." Anders said.
"Nobody told me anything," she mumbled.
"Does it bother you?"
"No, I don't have a problem with mages, I just wasn't expecting it."
"Well," Anders grabbed her ankle and mended it. "Hawke is a mage too, but he's also a very important man in this city. He made The Crimson Hawke in order to help out his fellow apostates. There are even some former templars who work as security here. He gives us all jobs, as well protection. This way we stay out of the circle."
"Templars and mages," Christina leaned onto the bar resting her forehead onto her hand, "working together, I never thought I'd see the day."
"You can say that again; I didn't believe it either until I met Hawke." Anders smiled up at her.
"Is there anything else you'd like to enlighten me on?"
"Well, I could tell you how beautiful I think you are but I think you already." Anders slipped her shoe back on and ran his hand up her leg, to caress her thigh.
She sucked in a sharp breath, "Anders, what are you doing?"
"Nothing," he replied coolly as he stood to full attention, his hand still resting on her. He smiled affectionately at her, "Christina, would you like to go to my house?"
"Your house," she said.
"Yes, my house. We can go there watch a movie and I can introduce you to Ser Pounce-a-lot."
"Ser Pounce-a-lot?"
"My cat."
"You have a cat named Ser Pounce-a-lot?" She laughed. "That is so cute."
"I'm glad you like it, I have a feeling he'll like you." Anders used his other hand, to rub the pad of his thumb under her bottom lip. "I know I do," whispered softly.
"Anders, are you trying to seduce me?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Is it working?" he leaned forward resting his forehead against hers.
"I think," Merrill spoke up. "I'll just go and finish cleaning up." She said retreating into the kitchen.
"So, what do you say, Christina?" He brushed his lips tenderly against hers.
"Anders, I…" Christina spoke huskily.
"What are you doing, mage?" Fenris demanded angrily as he approached the two. He fixed a murderously icy stare at him.
Anders gradually stepped away from her, his head snapping in the direction of the elf. "I was simply helping out Christina. She injured herself and I healed her."
"Since when has 'that' been a form of healing?" he growled.
"I don't know," he smiled smugly. "I've always heard that sex is great healing for the body and the soul."
"If you touch her again, mage," He stepped, his voice becoming as frosty as his stare, "I will rip your heart out and show it to you."
"Just try it, dog." Anders sneered. Gold eyes challenged green.
Christina stood up stepping between the two fuming males, "Timeout you two. Let's just calm down before someone, ends up getting hurt."
"You," Fenris glared at her. "Go get ready to leave, now."
"That's right, Fenris. Order her around like a slave; I'm sure your former master would be proud to see that you've taken after him." Anders said haughtily.
Fenris's eyes narrowed. "You have no idea, what it's like to be a slave!"
Christina's eyes widened as realization set in. "Fenris…"
"Do not make light of this," he added on a growl as he look at her. "Get ready. And you mage finish cleaning you station and leave, before I drag you out." He turned on his heal and walked away.
"I wasn't aware," she whispered to herself.
"Christina," Anders laid a hand affectionately on her shoulder, "don't let that dog control you. We can leave right now, if you wish."
"No," she weakly shook her head, "I think it's best if I just go with him." She smiled dismally up at him, "Anders, you're a really nice guy, but I…"
"Don't say anymore," he sighed. "I understand I'll just try this again, at a later date."
She nodded, "I'm going to go and get ready." She proceeded to walk away.
"Good night then," He called out to her.
"Good night," she called back as she walked into the employee lounge.
Ten minutes later she left the room wearing a black tank top, white skinny jeans and black converses with her yellow backpack on. The club area was empty, apart from Fenris who was leaning up against the bar. Her eyes were trained on the floor, as she came to stop in front of him.
"Fenris," she lifted her gaze up to his. "I'm sorry, if I had known."
"We are leaving," He strode over to the front door and she trailed after him.
They made their way back in home in complete silence, but Christina's mind raced with a thousand questions. Why didn't he tell her? She could understand it was a taboo thing to discuss, but didn't she deserve to know? And what else didn't she know? She was so absorbed in her thoughts, that as they came to a halt in front of the house and Fenris cut the engine, she didn't notice.
"We're here," Christina didn't hear him. "You can let go now," he said referring to her hold on his waist.
"Sorry," She quickly snatched her arms away and got off the bike.
They walked into the manor side by side. It wasn't until they were walking up the stairs that she spoke again.
"Fenris," she said, he ignored her and opened the door to his room. "Fenris," She repeated as she grabbed his arm; he instantly swung around and pushed her into the wall with an arm pressed against her chest.
"Do not touch me," he said through clenched teeth.
"Sorry," she raised her hands in a defensive manner. "I just wanted to talk to you."
"There is nothing to talk about." He released his hold on her but he stayed close.
"Maybe not, but I think I have a right to know."
"What?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you, what?"
"Well, a lot of things. Like, the fact that I would be working with apostates and templars," she looked at him affectionately as she added, "that you're a former slave."
"I told you not to make light of it."
"Fenris, I'm sorry."
"I don't want your pity," he said, scowling darkly.
"Fine, but you still should have told me." She responded intensely.
"What gives you the right to know?"
"We live together."
"You are a nuisance that I am being held accountable for. The fact that you live here with me is an inconvenience."
"Look it's not like I didn't already know, I just didn't fully realize it until it was said."
"You knew," he looked at her peculiarly.
"I didn't know for certain but," She gestured towards his face, "your markings their made of lyrium, aren't they?" He nodded. "I heard of a ritual that magisters in the Imperium did that involved carving lyrium into the skin of a living person.
"When I first met you, your markings seemed familiar to me; it wasn't until just a little while ago that I connected the two."
"My former master," he stepped away from her, "Denarius, he was the one who performed the ritual. The pain was so agonizing that it wiped my memory clean."
"You mean you don't remember anything, no childhood memories or your family?"
"Any reminiscences of my life before the ritual were lost." Christina frowned as he continued. "Ten years ago I escaped my life as a slave and it was six years ago that I met Hawke. He helped me kill some slavers that had come to capture me, as well as help me to obtain this house. In exchange I help him with the nightclub.
"Now, are you satisfied? I've told everything that is necessary." He crossed his arms.
"So, this Denarius, is he still looking for you?"
"Yes, as far as I know. He is not one to let his property go so easily."
"You are not his property," she said firmly. "You're a person not an object."
"Precisely," he nodded. "Now, if there is nothing else, I would like to retire for the night?"
She nodded and he walked into his room, "Thank you, for telling me Fenris." She smiled at him through the door way, "I just want us to be friends, and I want you to know you can tell me anything…good night."
"Good night," he glanced away from her and shut the door.
Christina stared at the closed door for a few seconds before walking in her own room and to prepare for bed.
*POV Change*
Fenris lay in his bed clothed only in his underwear. He was restless, nothing he did made him tired and it seemed that sleep was eluding him that night. It was her fault.
Ever since, Christina had smiled at him from his doorway, he'd had a hard-on. What kind of fool did that make him? He'd wanted to haul her into the room with him, strip her and ram himself into her. When she'd stared up at him with those big hazel eyes, it had taken all his will power not to grab her and kiss her.
The thought of kissing her reminded him of earlier that night.
The club had closed, and he had seen to it that a drunken Seneschal Bran made it into a taxi, when he had entered the building, only to find Anders, about to kiss her. It was jealousy that inflamed him, he'd wanted to rip the mages heart out, but refrained from doing so because he didn't want to frighten her.
Then she had learned of his past and this had enraged him more. When they had returned home, he had intended to go into his room, but she had stopped him. He'd pushed her against the wall and she hadn't flinched, even as he glared at her. She had looked at him with pleading eyes and he was overwhelmed with the need to kiss her pouty lips.
Afterwards, he'd sat drinking aggregio straight from the bottle, trying to drown his desire for her, and watching the fire. The flames reminded him of the same color of her eyes when she smiled. From there, his thoughts wandered to her mouth and its seductive shape. He wondered how she would taste and what sounds she would make if he were to kiss her. Would she let him kiss her?
Two bottles later, he was good and drunk. He'd switched on the monitor to her room and watched her.
She was sitting on her bed, in her large t-shirt reading a book, although what he couldn't tell. Fenris felt his cock twitch, as he caught sight of her of her small lace panties. His eyes roamed down her long toned legs, he longed to spread her legs, and kiss her smooth thighs until she begged him to take her. With a grunt he switched off the monitor and began to pace the room.
As became exhausted, he'd fallen on his bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Tonight, nothing helped to distract him from her. Christina conquered his mind and his body as it seemed, his erection still evident from the bulge it made on his boxer-briefs.
When yearning overcame him, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
He pulled his underwear down and his penis sprang free. As he wrapped his hand around it, he thought of her. He pictured her hand pumping up and down and her tongue licking the tip, as her pink lips enveloped around the shaft as she sucked him into her mouth. His pace quickened. When he imagined her moaning around his cock, Fenris groaned and jerked spasmodically as his semen jutted out, covering his hand.
He lay there for quite some time. Still breathing raggedly, he sat up, stuffing his subsiding erection back into his smalls. He scooted off the bed, walked over to a bucket of water and washed off his hand.
He was frustrated as he lay back down. Even now, he continued to think about her. And as he drifted off to sleep she followed him into his dreams.
"Hi everyone, I hope you enjoy this story as much I enjoy writing it. I plan on adding another story soon, so look forward to that. And I hope to see you all in the next chapter."