This time he lingered in the kiss, having much more privacy than the first time in his darktown clinic. Even though Hawke was no mage, Anders could feel a slight response to the ever present magic that surged beneath his skin. "She must come from a powerful line of mages , to not be born a full mage but still have this faint spark hidden deeply within her" he thought with shocked surprise. As he pressed her up against him, he could feel the curves that had always been hidden beneath her armor.

Maker help him, he had been imagining this moment with Hawke for three years now, three long years of nights laying on his cot in the clinic listening to the rats skitter around in the darkness and thinking of her. It was almost as if he had two spirits in him at those times, the one of Justice and a wraith of the Hawke that he was too scared, too stubborn to make into the flesh and blood woman that stood before him now. He groaned as he started feeling the strong emotion of lust coursing through him and as a result he also felt Justice stir restlessly inside him. "She is no threat" he warned the spirit. Anders had not been with a woman since he realized he was falling in love with Hawke, and if he was brutally honest with himself, he would admit that he had fallen for her from the beginning. Only his strong will of not wanting to hurt her, not wanting to have her involved in this insidious plot that had been brewing in his head as of late, had stopped him from confessing his feelings for her long before this night.

Hawke, sensing this new urgency in him, started to pull him towards the massive bed that dominated the chamber. The bed was freshly made with new linens that smelled faintly of lavender and Anders realized with a start how long it had been since he had slept on something more than the ground or a cot and never in a bed as luxurious as this. Sleep could wait until later though, he chided himself, as he transferred his thoughts back to Hawke and the fact that she was unbuckling his belt and releasing it to the ground. He groaned again, the sound coming from deep within him, as she pulled him down onto the bed. "I am almost at the end of my control" he warned as he caressed her every curve. "Anders, my love you say that as if it is a bad thing" she teased him.

The sound of his name on her lips almost did send him over the edge then, he felt like he was drowning, not fighting to take a breath though, but instead wanting to breathe in as much of her as he possibly could, to fill his lungs to bursting with the heady mixture of her. "I want to know everything about you" she breathed as his hand strayed lower, the feeling of the silk fabric of her dress pressing against her skin from the pressure of his hand running down the length of her sending a shuddering kaleidoscope of sensation through her. "Are you sure this is what you want?" his normally soft voice now lower and heavy with passion growled into her ear as he kissed her neck. "I am an apostate and worse will eventually be branded a malificar for my involvement with Justice; it will not be an easy journey if you choose this path" "I have never been more sure of anything in my life, "she responded, as she slowly started undressing him.