"So," Siri mumbled, reaching up to one of her numerous braids and fiddling with the tie. "Who taught you that wonderful 'not magic' you did back at the Hanged Man?"
To her delight, Anders looked torn between affection, embarrassment, and a slight flinch. "Ah, a previous lover then. Someone special by the looks of it." She smirked as she leaned in for a kiss, smile firmly in place. To his credit, though he was obviously flustered, he had lost none of his enthusiasm. Maker's breath, the feel of his lips on hers was leaving her wetter than she would be comfortable with acknowledging. She usually wasn't a fan of a slow seduction, but this was Anders, she wanted to be extremely aquatinted with every single inch of his skin come daybreak. Haha, come. Her resulting giggle might have been the end of said kiss.
"You bring up the oddest things sweetheart." His smile was positively infectious. "You really want to talk about this?"
Siri really really tried to suppress the cat that ate the canary grin. She failed miserably. She pivoted her hip slightly using his shoulder as leverage and plopped herself in his lap, legs splayed around his waist. "Don't worry," she purred. Anders bit back a moan at the shift of her hips, bringing her heat so close but sadly unobtainable at this angle. Her leathers wouldn't allow anything other than some light petting, which he was currently doing. Andraste's tits, it was truly astounding just how easily she could distract him. "I'll warn you if I start to get jealous." She pulled her arms around his shoulders plucking another grape off the vine. As she came back around, she raised the fruit to his lips. On reflex his jaw dropped and he attempted to nibble on the ridiculously tempting fruit but each time she would pull the grape back. "Besides," she whispered leaning toward his ear. Finally letting the small round between his lips practically keening when he obligingly made sure her fingers were free of the sticky juice. "Wouldn't it a be a little bit fun if I was?" She tilted her hips against his releasing a little whimper at the height of her arch.
She was ever so glad she left her eyes open. She had a habit of focusing on people and easily seeing through the cracks in their armor. Everyone was a person, each had their own wants and desires and reacted to their environment accordingly. Once you learned to sit back and watch people usually told you who they were, downright screamed it at you actually, without ever saying a word. With Anders she'd been excessive, she could, mostly, understand what was running through that damnable skull of his just by looking at his face.
Ecstasy looked amazing on him.
Anders hands shot to her hips, as her scent wafted up to him. His libido practically sang with delight as he rocked towards her. Clothes, yes the clothes needed to go. He could still feel Justice, the Fade spirit was dealing with the touching better, but there was a distinct rigidness. 'Justice, are you alright?'
'These sensations are unfamiliar. You said I will not be swept away. I trust you to keep us safe."
Siri chuckled, popping another grape in her mouth. Who knew that blue looked good on Anders while he was making sexy faces. Yup, that look was getting filed away in the ' particularly nummy looks' file. Should she find it sexy when Justice made his appearances? She supposed Anders had already made it clear how he felt about the situation. Honestly enough it was Anders she loved, there was no swoony feelings when it came to Justice. There was respect and affection sure, but nothing compared to her amber eyed apostate, he was along for the ride so to speak. Why not make sure everyone can have fun? Besides, it was becoming increasingly apparent that there was only really one solution. And if Anders didn't like it, well there were bound to be other little unexpected hiccups and they'd just have to deal.
He hadn't stayed idle for long. His hands slid from her waist to the buckles on her leathers, peeling it from her skin. It was truly freeing, she had started to itch and she had longed to feel his bare hands on her skin. She rolled her left shoulder obligingly so that he could finish removing her shirt while using her right to undo the buttons of his shift pushing the flimsy cloth off his shoulder. Should she find it disturbing that her mouth started watering? As if beckoned by a siren's call she started at the side of his neck.
She nibbled lightly, soothing the irritated skin with a brush of lips and tongue. Maker she finally knew what his skin tasted like. His hands were every where, squeezing her thighs, winding up her back. She groaned when he cupped her ass, and she shamelessly ground up against him. "Lean back, love. Let me see you." She felt a flash of heat in her nether regions, note to self he's even sexier with all that gravel in his voice.
He brought his knee up so she had something to lean back against, placing it firmly on the bed frame as she settled herself accordingly. She had the most delicate shoulders with all the soft pale Fereldan skin, one wouldn't think she was as physically capable as she was with all those flips and whatnot he had seen on numerous occasions. Her breasts were amazing and she had obviously chosen her smalls specifically for tonight. They were black lace and the material felt like satin. She moaned beautifully as his fingers teased her already aching nipples through the cloth, she arched towards that wonderfully talented hand, her hair draped across his knee and he had to get out of these pants. He wanted to feel the silky slide across his flesh.
With renewed determination he started pulling at the band the hid her breasts from his view. After a throaty laugh from the woman currently perched in his lap and a small bit of assistance the offending item was removed. And oh she had gorgeous breasts and pert little pink nipples that just begged to be used. Her breathing hitched at the first touch of his lips, so warm and wet and she keened when his tongue came out to play. She felt his arms on her back and vaguely realized that he had prevented her from basically throwing herself on the floor. "So responsive," he mumbled around her flesh, switching to the other nipple and giving that one the same treatment.
He reached up and framed her tits, his mouth skimming the side, stubble tickling the whole way. She couldn't stop the slight giggle that bubbled up. "Ticklish?" He whispered and he kissed up her chest his hands wrapping over her shoulders and doing the most delightful things with his fingers, it was an odd contrast as the muscles in her shoulders relaxed under his coaxing it only stoked the fire between her legs. "Makers breath Anders, if you don't let me out of these pants I think I might ruin them."
Anders skin crackled with blue, his eyes when they met hers were still that beloved shade of red that she adored. The resulting laugh only resulted in further ruining her clothes. He latched back on to her breast with his lips while his left came back to her pussy, positioned his middle finger over her clit and Siri felt what was most definitively a tap and then she understood wholly why Bela had never forgotten the electricity trick, even after years. That was positively sinful! She was rather sure she had squealed and yay Anders kept us from falling again.
"Then let's ruin them properly, yes?" His smile was all male pride, so cocky and sure of himself and damn if he didn't wear it well. Why in all Thedas had it not occurred to her that she had never in all her fun been with a Mage?! She came back to reality as her center of gravity shifted and no she did not squawk indignantly as Anders picked up her rather prone form and shifted them further up the bed. "Well, that's good to know. You've been missing out sweetheart." He laughed and its tone was rich and dark and she could practically feel her body vibrate with pleasure. "Let me show you why mages are feared."
Her back hit her comforter and she whimpered. She was never going to be able to hear that in the middle of a battle and be able to manage not being turned on. He prowled down her body, bringing her nipple to his mouth and she shuddered as his lips and tongue left smattering a of electricity over her skin. He nipped at the soft skin of her tummy while his hands squeezed her hips keeping her snug against him. Siri was frankly outraged that her pants weren't off by now. She reached for the buckle only to receive a slight swat and Anders scooting down the bed.
"Hey! Get back up here." She huffed.
She really was the cutest damn thing, all indignant and angry, like he'd taken her favorite toy away. He grabbed an ankle and she slid easily back down the bed but only enough so that he could reach her pants but she would not be able to get a hand on him. His fingers slid through the buckle slowly releasing the locks that held her. He slid his grip from her ankle to her thigh, shifting her leg to bend at the knee.
Siri was pretty sure she might have met her match. He was a gorgeous sight. A smattering of chest hair adorned him with wide shoulders and a ridiculously attractive waist. His hips had just the right line and curve and Maker she wanted to nibble on that ass. He was literally on his knees before her and he was staring at her pussy like it was the purest lyrium he'd ever seen. His arms were well muscled, twirling a staff and grinding the ingredients needed for potions apparently does wonders for muscle structure. His skin was so damnably smooth.
"It's not just electricity love. Let me show you." Oh yup, she was a goner. Her pants slid down her legs easily enough and Siri had very little if not no time to be mildly embarrassed about exactly how wet she was before he cupped her sex and she felt his healing magic practically swirl around her clit. She moaned at his touch fingers needling into the covers since she couldn't sink them into him. "Anders..."
"Tell me what kind of magic and you get a treat," he chuckled tracing the outline of her smalls.
Makers breath he actually expected coherency out of her?! "Cre... Creation!" She moaned. "Good girl," he rumbled before slipping his fingers underneath her smalls. He had all intentions of leaving them on but at the feel of her so very slick with want he couldn't resist. He practically ripped them from her in his eagerness to explore her. The sound of a wine glass hitting the floor and shattering was mostly ignored. He'd feel bad about that later. Right now he had something else to be concentrating on.
She shaved so there was no hair to worry about. Oh yes, this would be fun. Especially if she never had been with a mage. His thoughts went skipping merrily back to his more perverse days as his body settled into the cradle of her hips and by all that was holy she smelled divine. He had to taste her and reward her. She had been right. He pulled his mana ever so slightly, lowering the temperature of his lips before kissing that lovely little slit and then spread her for his feasting. He registered her hand already curling into his hair but as far as he was concerned that was perfectly fine, his healing skills would not go to waste. "Anders sweetness that's amazing."
The smug bastard chuckled which sent Hawke's head reeling backwards as she arched under his touch. He had to lock an arm around her thigh to keep her legs from squishing him. She was so very vocal, he mused while blowing a chilly breath over her clit. It was a wonderful contrast to the heat when he slid his fingers inside her. He groaned as her walls pulled at him. She was very tight and that did make sense considering her bed partner for the past few years. He slipped his fingers from inside her and brought them to his mouth.
Siri angled herself up on her elbows determined to take control of the situation and to mainly get his damn pants off when the view stopped her. She could smell the scent of magic and of the fade. Justice was closer to the surface than he had been all night. It was sexy and a little scary. Which was such a turn on. His eyes were even swirling with blue and damn if that didn't look exceedingly sexy staring up at her from between her own thighs. "Hey there sexy. Everything ok?"
"I have never felt such a strong reaction. I was... Unprepared. I am sorry."
She felt the pull of the fade start to dissipate. She reached for his face before he did so. "You've nothing to apologize for. I don't understand how this works but can Anders hear me right now too?"
There was a very stilted nod.
"He's probably none too happy at the moment isn't he?"
If possible an even more stilted nod.
"I will set things right, let him back out."
Justice seemed to consider her for a moment before unfolding from the cradle of her hips and prowled up her body before stopping at her lips. Heavens above it really looked like prowling. "You truly are an amazing creature. "
He placed a gentle kiss on her lips before she felt the fade spirit recede and felt the man return. He held her closely but withheld his eyes. He was upset that Justice had done that but he was upset in a completely different way at her reaction to it. No woman in her right mind would do what she just did. Why?! Why in the world had she said it was ok?! Justice could have hurt her!
He felt Justice's reaction to that. It was outrage, she was in no danger from him. The spirit, while being completely baffled by the girl, was fond of her.
"Your feelings were strong. I... I worried for her safety."
Anders baulked at that. 'I would never hurt her!'
"I know. I am sorry. Your feelings were strong and you desired to consume her. It would break you if you hurt her and this is difficult to understand! My actions were only to prevent harm. This sensation is very close to the desire the demons hold to consume their hosts."
Anders felt a bout of nausea with that lovely little comparison.
"But you do not consume to empty your vessel, it is a sharing not a taking. We can find peace in that. I will not interfere again."
The spirit's presence stilled and as one they took a deep breath to see Hawke sitting on her bed head propped up casually on her knee still unabashedly naked simply waiting for their conversation to end. "You two get everything sorted out then?" She asked as if she hadn't a care in the world.
Laughter bubbled from his lips, "We do not deserve you."
"Nope," she said smugly. "But I love you anyways and you are so totally stuck with me. Especially since you literally have magical fingers." She pulled his hand to her face before kissing his fingertips. His eyes flared when he realized exactly which hand that was and where it had been before that lovely little episode. Her eyes were practically sparkling with mischief as she pulled the long digit between her lips and the wet slide of her tongue against his skin was sinful. "Lay back sweetness. My turn to make you feel better."
She heard some sort of protest start before she harrumphed, shoved him over and started pulling at his pants. "Love you don't have to..."
"Seriously! Rope hanging right there."
Anders chuckled as she slid her way down his thighs taking his pants with them. The slight interlude with Justice had flagged his enthusiasm a bit but nothing that couldn't be rectified by her mouth. Which she was apparently intent on wrapping around his cock. He glanced towards her and she had the cat ate the canary look out again. This chuckle was slightly more nervous than the other. And oh by Andraste when she did he was hard pressed not to wrap his hands in her hair and just fuck her face. When her to tongue wrapped around him in the best of ways his head kicked back into the pillow and one leg was lifted to a bent position, his hips barely moving but instinctually he couldn't stop that.
She was pretty sure he had no idea of just how glorious of a show he was giving her. One foot planted solidly on the bed, strong thigh clenching in an effort not to cause her any discomfort. His hips fairly danced across the sheets, his skin a stark white against her ruby red sheets. Anders threw his head back when she flicked her tongue across his thick head, all that gorgeously long hair looked simply sinful across her pillow and the sounds he was making! Siri hadn't known the man could whimper but now she had a new favorite sound. She hummed her satisfaction against him. "Hawke, if you do that again this won't end the way you're wanting it to. Please, love," he choked out as she repeated the notion apparently driven to fuck with his mental capabilities. "I want to be inside you, please..."
Her vigor slowly ratcheted down and she eventually released him. Right mental note, Anders loved blowjobs, to be filed away later. She laid one more kiss on the head before prowling back up her lover. Her healer. Her apostate. His eyes were warm and low lidded and in the firelight they practically sizzled and the slide of skin on skin as she crawled up his body was almost painful. His lips immediately sought out her nipple as she settled herself over him, letting her heat slide along his length.
Anders keened around her flesh, just like those kittens he adored. "Please, please let me inside. I've wanted this for so long sweetheart. I need you, please! I need to make you mine..."
She smiled slowly, straightening her back and pulling her nipple from his mouth. "Then watch you silly man." She spread her legs over his waist before she took that hard length in her hand and slowly descended onto him. Makers breath it had been forever since she was with a man and if that enraptured face looking at her now she was a little proud to know she had a warden with all of his stamina clutch her hips just hard enough that she knew she was testing his control.
Her self satisfied smile disappeared when he moved. Oh that sneaky bastard, she moaned throwing her head back electricity tingling inside her. She met his eyes and they were twinkling happily. "You didn't think it was just my hands and mouth did you?" Her tortured groan as he thrust into her was his only answer.
Maker above she felt so full, so gloriously filled. And it was Anders and this felt like home and love and warm fuzzies abound. He rose from the bed bringing their bodies together and she shivered as her nipple rasped against his skin. She whined pitifully when he thrust particularly deep and brushed up against her cervix. "I won't last long if you keep doing that," she keened.
"We have all night love. There won't be an inch of you I haven't tasted by morning," he panted. He had shifted their positions bringing her back onto him with her back leaning against his chest. He pinched her nipple softly before pushing back into her lovely heat, a hand on her hips guiding her movements. It had been years since he had an orgasm that he could presently feel snaking its way own his spine. He groaned picking up his pace as she pleaded with him, harder faster deeper please Anders!
"Sweetheart," he whispered in her ear. "Oh love you're so tight so sweet. I'll never let you out of bed again." The paced upped again her quivering thighs struggled to maintain the rhythm.
Anders felt the searing release boil through his skin and with all the mental fortitude he had left he reached around found her clit and let his mana dance over her skin. She wailed in his arms her walls practically sucking out his soul, maker it should be impossible for her to be this fucking tight. With a shock he tried to move her, they hadn't discussed this part before...
Siri's legs locked around his hips. "No, I want you inside me."
Anders growled as his cock exploded. She wanted him inside her then that's what she got. He could feel every hot spurt as his body shuddered and judging by the look on her face she could too. Amazingly she seemed to tighten even more and his libido was very much interested to see if that was another orgasm, just from the feeling of him reaching his peak. That he would play with later for now they were exhausted they both fell to their sides and spent a few minutes exchanging lazy kisses before they fell asleep.