"Isabella! I'll tell ye a secret!" I called out merrily as she gave a smug grin, her arm around my shoulder

"What, Sweet thing?" She grinned as I giggled, the bubbles going to my head, the ale was rat flavoured, but it got you drunk none the less. I gave a small hiccup as Varric chortled, smug looking too. I squinted as Merill giggled and took a little sip of the hanged mans rat flavoured wine, they had a whole series of the shit! Whoopee!

"Merill? When did joo get a hat?" I swear she had a dead animal on her head…maybe it was a hat! She gave a timid laugh

"Hat, Hawke? I don't own a hat…" Her head cocking to the side as I tackled her in to a breast hug and cooed.

"Joo lia'! It's right thar! But you're cute as a bwutton so you'll be ok-eh."

"Uh, Hawke?" The reddening elf squeaked while Hawke only squeezed harder in to the hug.

Hawke really couldn't slur any worse.

She was smashed.

That was his assumption, any way.

Fenris was far from impressed in his little corner. The ale was horribly stale and had a strange taste that was far from pleasant, he hated to admit it but he was actually missing the six bottles of agrivio back in that mansion, but he knew he'd miss Hawke even more if he went back. It'd been a week since they'd last talked, now she was too drunk to talk when they got the bloody chance, ironic, then again more like typical knowing Hawke.

"Isabella! He's mine! All miiiiine!" He heard said rogue cry loudly in the rowdy tavern.

What on Earth…?

"I could have a go with him! I'll give him you back tomorrow!" The said whore laughed as Hawke was now standing and shouting over the woman with a screwed up cute, angry face you'd expect on a six year old having a tantrum.

Where they talking about him?

"No, no, no, no!" she cried louder each time before Varric yanked down on her robes plonking her back down on her seat with out fuss. Her glossy gaze fell on her faithful dwarf

"…Varric! Tell er'. He's mine..." Hawke yet again hiccupped. Varric laughed and, to Fenris' worst fear, he looked over to the him.

"Hey! Elf! I think you need to take Hawke home!" He chuckled as Hawke squealed happily; he could feel his ears droop as a twitch hit his eye.

"Why must I drag her home?" He growled while he watched the three; the witch, whore and dwarf eyed him knowingly

"Other wise if I take her home, I'll find out all you've done with her! She's already told me about-"

"All right!" He snapped a flush on his cheeks.

"All right!" Hawke echoed merrily as he could feel his ears tingle.

That woman would be the death of him.

Finally they were back, despite a few rows with some troublesome passers by that had the nerve to take advantage of Hawke (whom were now bleeding out on to the pavement) they made it home with out any major delays.

Hawke was by far a chatty drunk. He could see why Isabella had offered at first to take the black haired beauty woman home.

"Hawke, if I ask you, will you be quiet for a minute at the very least?" He hissed feeling his skull start to pound with the constant giggles and talking in his ear. Hawke gave a whine and snuggled even closer in to his shoulder a flush ghosting over his cheeks, was she trying to seduce him? After three years with no physical contact with her, she does this?

Brave move.

"Sorry…" She sighed in to his ear, a shiver fighting to move up his spine. She hadn't meant to do that but Fenris was far past caring about her actions.

"Fasta vass…" He cursed a crease in his handsome brow. Hawke's green eyes moving to his darker olive orbs

"Fenris?" She questioned innocently while he felt a snarl tug at his upper lip.

Oh God's, what did I do now? Oh sodding hell, he's glowing!

"F-Fenris…" I stuttered as his hands clamped down on my arms then shoved me against the familiar stone wall he'd done so three years ago with that similar snarl that was softening down in to a gentle line.

"Seem familiar yet, Hawke?" He breathed as I felt my eyes widen and a tingle devour my cheeks, that was new from three years ago…

"Remember it like yesterday…" I muttered, one of those hands going around my waist and pulling me closer to his body while his hot lips connected with mine and his passion sobering my fuzzy mind. I immediately kissed back.

Thank the Maker for pent up desire.