…That bug eyed child was staring at me. I knew it. Those absolutely creepy orbs were following me! The eerie feel of the infant watching me made me completely miss out on Madame De Lancet's small joke, but I gave a nervous laugh to at least show some interaction, but Maker's breath that brat was still staring!

Merill's stares weren't this bad after two hours! Finally picking up the courage to full on look back at the boy who was indeed in a deep, entranced stare at her…and a line of drool dripping from his lower lip…

"Mother, can I go home now?" I chuckled through gritted teeth and smiled brightly at the boy who cocked his head. Part of me wished a horde of demons would burst through those gala doors and cause some entertainment for makers sake. Mother's smile was natural as she looked at me which only started up a small guilt fire in my frozen depths, oh great. Never the less she was granted permission to leave and just about sprinted through the coat room, servants room and whatever silly extension the De Lancet's decided to have fitted in to race home.

Oh sod, did it have to be raining!

"Hawke…" The elf breathed his fist ghosting over the wooden door to Hawke's estate. He had been invited as her escort for the nights evening to the De Lancet's gala party, but he couldn't chance blowing his cover residing in Danarius' mansion. The rain pounded heavily on his tanned skin making it glisten in the lanterns light, he was exhausted.

He sighed at the pathetic excuse. He knew there was another reason he'd refused her offer for the night of his life.

He was an elf.

What nobility mixed with elves? Hawke was some thing special, even considering him as a lover, but honestly being bonded to him through vows? If the maker existed then she was one of his greatest creations.

The door jolted open making him jump back with a grunt and wide shocked eyes to spy Bodahn Feddic peering out at him.

"Ah, Fenris, I'm afraid you've missed the young mistress. Just trotted off to that lovely gala Ms. And Mr. De Lancet were holding tonight, can hear the music from down the street!" He chided merrily as the elf gave a sorrowful look down at his feet and nodded stiffly, water dropping from his hair and face. He should have known she would go with out him, who was he to hold her back from her activities?

…

Who was he…to think she'd stay the night with him instead.

Her legs couldn't carry her fast enough. The rain had soaked her from head to toe as she sprinted in her heels, the blurry light of the estate visible through the misty atmosphere of the down pour. Why had she even bothered to wear white?

'Oh, Hawke, you look lovely! I bet you'll really get them going.' Isabella's words echoed in her mind as she frowned with a laugh

"You just wanted to see my tits, you whore!" She shouted gleefully in to the night feeling her body harden with the cold and numbness claimed her breasts and legs, all the way along her shoulder to the back of her neck where her hair was slick with water. The soft fabric and lines of lace did nothing for protection against the cold and the cloak may as well have been netting for all the good it did.

Pitter pattering of the rain echoed on the roof inside the mansion, but the fire batted out the nights freezing cold that leaked in from the windows. Fenris looked around the stone walls and his eye lids drooped in a haze of brooding and for once it wasn't about his markings…

"I'm afraid I don't know when Sera Hawke will be back, ser." Bodahn frowned at his inability to aid his mistress' friend. Fenris was shook out of his trance and looked to the dwarf with a blank face

"It is no trouble, I had a feeling she would be out."

"Then you really don't know me."

Fenris spun around to see Hawke dripping wet and beautiful in front of the open door, smirking and pulling her fingers through her hair.

"What? You honestly think I'd stay with that Orlesian woman's grand band of twittering old women and young waiting to be shipped off and swept off their feet by the nearest decent paid bloke? Not likely." She snickered at his wide disbelieving eyes while Bodahn quickly went off to find a blanket.

"I-I….I." He stuttered thrown by her sudden appearance and her frame being suckled by the white wet material.

"Smooth." She giggled softly, moving closer and pulling back the hair on her face she observed his own soaked form and gave a small frown

"I really didn't want to go, then again mother didn't give me a choice, but I'm here now. Is that okay?" She explained gently as Fenris cautiously stepped forward himself and let a hand ghost over her frozen reddening cheek.

"This is your house, Hawke." He muttered softly to remind her yet she swallowed shaking her head

"I meant I'm with you now, bugger the house." That smile split across her face and it warmed his core.

"I kept you waiting three years, and now I can wait until death for you, Hawke." He said nervously with complete sincerity that send hot knots in to Roxsanna's stomach.

"You won't have to." She grinned and brushed her lips against his as Fenris made a heated reply and before they knew it, they both were in Hawke's room and Bodahn was left holding a blanket at the bottom of the stairs

"Well, how about we prepare some scones for the morning, m'boy?" He smiled at Sandle who cheered and jumped up and down. He had a good feeling he wouldn't be needed for the rest of the night.

"So," Hawke started staring at Fenris who was smiling smugly, leaning on his arm and looking down at her "You came in the pouring rain, despite me not being at home, to my house and…what? What did you expect?" She smiled broadly while he chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating and sending chills down Rox's spine

"Maybe a roof that doesn't leak. Danarius' mansion really is falling apart." He smirked, her eyes widened and she scowled

"You came over for a non leaking roof? Not because I might be here?" She hissed raising from the lying position and not even caring as his eyes flickered to her naked chest

"Well, both were goals to be honest." He huffed happily as Hawke felt her anger boil, and she yanked the sheets off his naked body leaving him to give a rather unmanly squeak

"Hawke? What are you-"

"Sod off! My sheets! You got the 'un-leaking roof' over your head! In fact, get out of my bloody bed!" She shouted hugging the quilts to her body and looking like a small cocoon with her nose and eyes peeking out from the cream folds and poking her leg out to prod the elf off her king double bed.

"But I-"

"Oh no! I know your tricks now, glow boy!" She hissed giving him a stab in the ribs with her poking foot.

"Did you just call me 'glow boy'?" Fenris growled and Hawke squinted even more and did ever so try not to stare at his exposed man parts that were just inches from her, flaunting their goodness and temptation right. In. Her Face.

"See some thing you like?" He hummed smugly, despite the fact she'd just about taken away all comforts he'd had seconds ago she grit her teeth in a flustered snarl.

"AND GET YOUR GLOWING DICK OUT OF MY ROOM."