Since I have gotten one and a half votes for smut that's what you guys get. Which will be during this chapter.
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Chapter 6
Hawke's POV
My sister kept her eyes averted while I stared at her. Had Sebastian gone to here directly or had he gone to Cullen first who then went to Bethany? Perhaps Bethany had caught wind of my situation by herself. She might have been new to scrying but from what I had heard she was pretty good at it.
"I don't believe I've had any appointments to keep today. Tell me, what business do you have here?" Thank the maker Bethany still hadn't looked over at me.
"I've come all the way from Starkhaven's tower to beg you for information and techniques. Everyone I asked said that Danarius was the most powerful mage this side of the country." My eyes shift over to the back of Danarius' head. I could easily picture him straightening himself, drawing his body up higher, and puffing out his chest a little, perhaps lifting his head a bit as well. Glancing down at his sandaled feet I see him rise a little on his toes. If he was a peacock he would be putting his feathers on display. I almost smirked at this thought.
"I'm honored you would want to learn from me. To whom do I owe the honor?" My eyes flick back over to my sister who gives him one of her winning smiles. Taking a deep breath I pray to the Maker that whatever plan she had in mind wasn't going to fail. I couldn't stand to lose the last of my family.
"Leandra Amell, a distant cousin from Amaranthine's line."
A short silence stretches between our groups before Danarius turns back to us with a smile. "Alright, I'll leave Khione to you for the rest of the day Fenris. I'll try to coerce Leandra here to become my new apprentice. Hopefully she can grasp lyrium transfer better than Hadriana." He turns on his heel and walks away, wrapping an arm around my sister's shoulder. I shift my bare toes in the hot sand of Danarius' courtyard in worry. Just what danger awaited my sister?
The jangle of metal and scrape of leather makes me turn around to see Fenris stretching. "So what now? Do I get beaten again for Hadriana dragging me off?"
"No, the first time it happens you get a warning and a slap across the face, so to speak. The next time you get to be made an example of in front of the other slaves and they whip you to the bone. Lyrium enhances the pain. I don't advise taking that course of action." The tone of his voice carried a slight sting to it as if he spoke from experience. Taking a final glance at my sister's back I wonder just how many strings were pulled for her to get this far. Did Danarius suspect? Since I couldn't be sure all the holes in my story had been covered I had to believe he did. Now was not the time for optimism.
The right side of my face cools itself as Fenris fingertips caress the area below my eye, tracing the dots and the finishing swirl. "Will you tell me something Hawke?"
"Of course."
"How is it that you still retain all your memories?" His eyes search mine as he speaks, wavering.
"I assume it's a templar trick. Can you remember nothing?" He shuts his eyes tight then turns away, his hand leaving my face. As he opens his eyes again he seems to lose focus. "I'm sorry. Forget that I asked." Rather then turn towards me again he grabs my wrist and tows me after him.
"The past is the past. Right now I'll focus on the current obstacles and save my lost memories as a problem for later. Our current situation calls for quick action and you know what I mean." All of a sudden my scant armor was feeling much too hot and twice as heavy although I was used to things that weighed far heavier. As we reach the hall which had our rooms we both glance around to make sure no one was nearby or watching.
He drops my wrist and we walk along at an unhurried gait as we passed a serving slave who was rushing past, large buckets of water swinging from her hands. It was probably for watering Danarius' horses. We both slip into my room unnoticed and as soon as the door closes Fenris pushes me up against it, blowing a light stream of air up the length of my neck before licking my ear.
A rather embarrassing high pitched but low noise escapes my mouth and I feel Fenris dragging his hands over the clasps of my armor. "Should we really be doing this during the day time?" I manage to breathe out as he kisses my neckline. Before I can get my answer his hands run over my breasts, tickling the lyrium and making it swirl. Damn he was fast, I was already stripped down to just my breast band and my leather and steel skirt was collapsed over my feet and ankles
"Now's the best time. There are a lot more people around at night and Danarius is busy with that girl who came in earlier." He breathes out against my skin, tracing lines all over my body whether they were laced with lyrium or not.
"You're not, nhn, being fair Fenris." I say as I struggle with his buckles. He chuckles and removes his hands to assist me. I shove him unceremoniously onto my bed and crawl on top of him, placing feverish kisses along his jaw and neck.
It was exhilarating, feeling his hands slide over my nearly bare body, nails dragging lightly whenever I let out a small gasp, his hands snaking up and over my skin. He flips me around so he was now on top, pressing his forehead to mine. His right hand caresses my cheek then slides over the side of my neck and finally down to my breast. Gasping I bend myself upwards to his hand. He chuckles quietly as he licks the left side of my neck. A squeak or something of the like is issued from my mouth and I find my hands slamming down over my face seemingly of their own accord. Fenris was doing his best to contain his laughter but he was quickly failing.
"Don't vex me. I'm sure there's plenty of other ways to lose my virginity. Isabela could easily get me a-" Fenris lays a finger over my lips.
"I don't think you want to waste the chance. Who knows when Danarius will watch us?" I sigh and glance away. A moment later I feel my hips lift upwards as Fenris slips a finger into my heat. I probably would have moaned loudly if Fenris hadn't already thought ahead and cover my lips with his. His tongue tangles with mine as he continually tortures me with his fingers.
Fenris POV
Hawke wasn't exactly on the quiet side which meant this was going to be a little tricky. But I could tell by the way she clamped her mouth shut that she was trying. Already she was soaking wet, more than ready. But mentally she didn't seem prepared. Placing a kiss on her chest I lace my fingers in her waistband, intending on getting this over with quickly. She grabs my wrists before I start and I glance up. "Wait, I have something..." She reaches behind her to pull a small glass vial from under her pillow. She rips the cork off with her teeth and chugs the foul looking liquid.
I could feel my own throat revolting as she gagged it down. "What did you just drink?"
"Have to be... sure. Children would make... my plan impossible." She pants out and somewhere in the back of my mind I was hoping someday we could have children. Tipping her head back she lifts her hips to remind me of the task at hand.
Dragging her underwear off I trail my fingers over the lyrium markings circling her legs. "Fenris, please stop teasing."
I unlace my leggings and wince slightly as my burning erection comes in contact with the open air. Sliding her legs apart I position myself at her entrance and slide my hands over her legs, the lyrium in my skin tingling.
"It's going to hurt." I warn.
"That's what mother always said. Don't make me do the work myself." I roll my eyes and oblige her by entering slowly. Impatient as she was she decided to thrust herself down. Good thing I slammed my hands over her mouth otherwise half of Danarius' household would have heard her scream.
"I'm going to start moving now, is that alright?" She nods, eyes watering a little. I move at a slow pace, trying to let her adjust before I started the more frantic pace I wanted. Gradually she begins to move her hips with mine and managed to keep her moans to a low enough level to the point where it one reached my ears.
As I pick up my speed I drop kisses over her face, lips, neck, and shoulders, relishing in the feeling of the lyrium on my chin rubbing against her lines. She removes her hands from my back suddenly on covers her mouth then bucks upwards. As her walls clench around me I feel my own climax claim my mind and I grunt, filling her.
A moment later we were lying side by side on her bed, panting lightly. She drifts into a light slight and I pat her awake. "Come on, you need to stay up otherwise you might get caught." She forces herself upwards a moment after I sit up.
"Fenris… uhm have you… ever done this… before?" The question surprises me and I turn halfway to look back at her. She was just pulling her normal shirt over her head, the brown sack cloth looking even dingier next to the golden highlights in her hair.
"A few times." I quickly redo my clasps on my armor and head towards her door. "If you need me I'll be next door." I hesitate as I grasp the handle, feeing I should add something but still feeling unsure if I should say it or not.
"Something wrong? Oh, that hurts." She says, standing up.
"Uh, no, nothing." I quickly open the door and head out, not missing the chuckle that definitely wasn't Hawke.
Hawke's POV
"Isabela! You were there the whole time weren't you?" I hiss at the laughter coming from the window.
"Oh come on now Kazy, you can't deny me a bit of fun. This city is boring me to death." A white piece of cloth passes through the bars on my windows and I grab it. "You might want to wipe yourself down, first go is messy."
I cringe. Just because I was friends with the pirate whore didn't mean I enjoyed discussing sex and all its principles. "I told you not to call me that and that's why I convinced Cullen that Merrill could come along, you always enjoy her company. Not to mention that we also have Varric, and, no, you can't use me in your sex stories." As I begin to clean myself up Isabela lets out a whine.
"Aw but Hawke I already got started. 'He was always close, always… glistening.'"
"Isabela, we're guard slaves not pleasure slaves. The only thing that glistens is our armor after it's been polished. By the way, what am I supposed to do with this rag now that it's… stained." A small bag appears through the bars.
"Don't worry Sweetheart; I've got your back. Just throw it in here and I'll burn it for you." I place it in the bag and tie of the drawstrings.
"Remind me to buy you something expensive when all this is through. Like silver molding on that new ship I'm having built back home." I hear an excited squeal from beneath the ledge.
"Thank you Hawke, now, I have to go and report to Cullen you're just fine." I hear a faint rustle and just like that she was gone.
A/N Sorry this took so long. I still love you guys. And be sure to thank Philliwolf5 on Deviant Art.