Dragon Age 2 isn't mine. It belongs to Bioware. So is Fenris and my version of Hawke and all the wonderfuness of the world of Thedas! 3

I blame all written works on the bioware community for inspiring me to write about the stuff in between the years for Angel Hawke and Fenris. Much love to be had by all. Be kind!

Pie

She flopped on to her bed ungracefully, dark hair spilling out of the leather strip she sued to tie it back. Every bit ached. They had rescued half a dozen elf children from a slavers nest. Completely worth the ache spreading endlessly through her limbs. The bed shook as someone joined her, and she opened a solitary golden eyeball to spy the bed-intruder. After a moment's recognition, she closed the eye and scooped the heavy gauntleted hand into her own. The weight of it did little to let her forget her fatigue, but she hugged it to her chest and let herself just breath.

Fenris sprawled himself out next to her, staring endlessly at the canopy top. The days events running through his head. Absently his mind suggested he take off some of his armor to allow his tired muscles to recuperate. A swift panicked thought of being bare-fleshed so close to Hawke chased the other thought away like a mabari chasing a thief. Removing armor and clothing so close to her would only lead to things he wasn't ready to try again.. just now anyway.

Images of the battle flashed before him. Flashes of sweat, blood, and the faces of the slavers as he sliced through them. Never wavering a moment, never hesitating. The faces of the children caged, awaiting a fate they could only imagine in their worst nightmares.. he felt the burning hatred well up in his chest, threatening to spill out, even now. Nothing had made him that angry in a long time. Not since Hadriana.

The image was shifting, even as his hatred threatened to swallow him whole. His vision was filled with the image of Angel, sprawled out on the ground after taking a spell to the face from one of the Slaver Archons. The sound of her scream rung in his ears, and the panic exploding out of his lungs as he had scrambled towards her sent shivers down his spine.

"ELF, THE MAGE! BLONDIE, GET HAWKE!" Varric's voice echoed through him. He had done what he was told, putting his fist through the skull of the mage that had dared threaten his Hawke. As soon as the screams of the Archon had subsided, Fenris had scrambled to the limp figure lying across Anders' lap. Possessively he had scooped Hawke up into his arms, cradling her as Anders waved his hands over her slowly.

Her lips on his forehead brought him out of his thoughts. "Shh, it's alright Fen.. ", she was saying. He hadn't been aware he was hyperventilating. Her fingers weaved gently through his hair, and her lips moved down the bridge of his nose slowly, whispered nothings between gentle kisses. It set his whole world on fire, and when her lips finally met his, the intensity of it all took his breath away. He could feel her weight on his hips as she slid on top of him, and an ache that had nothing to do with sore mussels drove him to the brink of insanity.

Why had he denied this woman, run from her? She was sexy, strong, confidant, kind.. there weren't enough words in common or Tevinter that could describe all of the wonderful things she was. He pulled his gauntlets off, throwing them to the floor, and wound his fingers in her thick mahogany hair. Each kiss of her plump, soft lips sent him higher and higher, until he felt that he would fly away in her embrace.

When she began to pull away, he protested, rumbling his deep voice against her soft throat. She was trembling, and he couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up from the depths of his chest. She pressed her forhead against his, panting heavily, dark hair spilling over the two of them like a curtain.

"Sorry," She grinned down at him, her golden eyes full of impish glee.

"Don't be sorry." He purred up at her, tipping his chin to catch her lips.

After another lifetime, she had managed to detangle herself from him, knowing if they continued on the current course there would be a repeat of the time before. She couldn't bare to see that pain in his eyes again, and so she chose to act like a lady. Even if she really, really didn't want to. It had been a wonderful distraction, though, from the aches and pains threatening to re-emerge.

She rolled over and placed a single kiss on his cheek, "I'm going to go find something to eat." and slid off the bed, wincing as she padded barefoot out of her room, down the stone stairs, and towards the kitchen. The smell of Orana's cooking attacked her senses, causing her stomach to grumble in protest. Laughter assaulted her ears as she pushed the door open. A raised eyebrow met Anders, Varric, and Isabela. The three were seated at her kitchen counter, strawberry rhubarb pie utterly covering their faces.

The look on the faces of the pie-eaters was of shock. As if they hadn't expected her to appear. "Uh, Hawke.. This isn't what it looks like."

"Yes, we're totally not 'eating your pie'"

Varric snorted, nearly choking on a mouth full of pie.

Fenris's voice crept up behind her, making her loose it, the laughter bursting out of her as she sunk to the floor gasping for air. "Isabela would know all about how to eat pie, wouldn't she"

This started out really well, but then my hubby put a piece of pie in front of me.. and then all I could imagine was Hawke and crew eating pie...

EDIT 4/11: I'm starting to get the hang of this posting on thing. I almost have a handle on how it works now :O I've also noticed how short these are. I could/should combine some of these.. but I'm not sure where i should. Oh well. Short and sweet will have to be my motto!

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