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!

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!

WARNING: Naughtyness is naughty. Badly written, and blushworthy. Be kind, but you've totally been warned!

Alone

"I'm with you.. but I need to find my own place in this world." - Carver.

It had been a while since her brother had randomly popped into her head. Since becoming the Champion she'd hardly had time to stop and think about what had happened all those years ago. It wasn't a random though, though. It had come from staring endlessly at the portrait of her father, the only bit of him they'd managed to rescue when they fled Lothering.

He looked so much like him, she thought to herself as she thumbed over the painting gently. Except in the eyes. Bethany and I got fathers eyes.

"What did you say, love?"

She nearly jumped out of her own skin. The throaty laugh that came next made her heart skip a beat for an intirely different reason. Fenris.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was talking out loud." She smiled, spinning around to a face full of beautiful emerald eyes. She brushed her lips against his in greeting, an act that caused those sensual lips of his to upturn into a smirk. The look had its effect, and she was practically a puddle in his arms.

"Hmm, who is this in the painting?" He asked, setting himself down next to her on the bed.

"It's my father. This was the only thing we couldn't leave behind when we left Ferelden. I.. I feel like I let him down." She sighed, running her hand over the face of the handsome, brown-hair-and-eyed man.

She felt his arms around her shoulders, and his lips in her hair. "You couldn't let anyone down, let alone your father. I remember your mother telling me once how very much you were like him."

She peered a single golden eye at Fenris. "When did she tell you that?"

"Oh, on one of the many evenings I was here spying on you. She caught me sitting outside your bedroom window, and invited me in for a snack."

"You were spying out side my bedroom window?" Hawke hit him with a pillow, and he laughed.

"I was. I used to do that quite often, you know. Before I was welcomed to come and go as I please, that is. Even before.. well lets just say I was captivated by you, even then."

"Between you and Avaline, I'll never have any privacy." She laughed, resting her head against his shoulder. "Did she really think I was like him?"

"That she did. She told me quite the story of you nearly being caught by the templars when you were just a little girl. Did you really set the man's horse on fire?"

"It was an accident! I was seven!" She laughed, her face flushing with embarrassment. How dare mother tell him that story! "I'm surprised she didn't tell you about the time I set CARVER on fire."

"Hmm, no she didn't tell me that one. I now have a better understanding about why exactly your brother wasn't so very fond of you." He laughed, taking the portrait from Angel's hands and setting it carefully on the nightstand.

"I miss him. Carver. He wasn't always the prig you met. He was funny, and kind.. even if he didn't want anyone else to know. Beth and I knew, when he went out and freed a half dozen baby foxes from the traps outside Barland's farm when he was 12. I don't think I had ever seen that old man be so angry when he went to check his traps the next day and his eggplant crop was eaten!" She giggled, dropping her head against her pillow.

"I'm sure you don't want to hear me talk about my past. I.. was just thinking how much like my father Carver looked, and it got me all nostalgic for lost times." She sighed up at the roof her canopy bed. "I don't think I will ever forgive myself for taking him into the deep roads with us..."

Fenris smiled, and in attempt to steer the subject back on track said, "I just like listening to you talk, Angel. It doesn't bother me that you have good memories of your family. I'm sure there are plenty bad ones to drown the whole world, with the way your mother talked of running from the templars the way you had." He unhooked each clasp of his skin-tight armor, shrugging out of it and setting it on the chair by the doorway.

He climbed onto the bed, stretching out with his back partially against the headboard. He put his arms over his head, and smiled down at her. His muscles flexed and rippled, and she couldn't help but scoot closer. She ran an single finger down his abs, stopping just above his pants. "Keep that up, and I'll change my mind about waiting until you're ready" she said as she smirked up at him.

His deep laughter bubbled up from the depths of that strong abdomen. The effect was staggering, and she had to press her cheek gently against his chest to keep herself from climbing on top of him right then and there. She closed her eyes, taking slow, steady breaths as the waves of need washed over her. The thumping of his heartbeat wasn't helping, as it had sped up to match her own.

She twisted her head, placing little kisses along his markings. Soft kisses, her lips barely brushing against the skin. The rumble of his voice sent shivers down her spine. "Hawke..." His voice was laced with so much want and desperation, as if he couldn't decide if he wanted to let her continue, or make her stop.

She continued her trail of descending kisses, each as soft as the previous. When her lips reached his pant line, she looked up at him. His chest was heaving, and he was gripping the posts of her bed as if they were trying to kill him. She grinned, the look of a purely evil woman, and slid on to his hips, straddling him and staring down at the pained look on his face.

"Sorry.. " her voice playful, before she leaned in to kiss him on the lips. His face rose to meet hers, the heat behind the kiss speaking volumes of his desire to her. Each paring of their lips sent shock waves of passion through her, igniting her imagination, and causing her hips to grind unsuccessfully against the bulge ever-straining against his tight leather pants.

She sat up, grinning wickedly down at him. Her eyes flicked towards his hands, and an idea lept into her mind. With a quick laugh, she leaned forward and untied the red silk favor he wore around his wrist. He groaned in protest, but she simply shook her head. A twist of a hand later, and the scarf was now secured firly around both tanned wrist and solid mahogany bed post.

"Hawke.."

"Shh." she responded, reaching over him to rummage through her nightstand. A moment later she produced a second silken scarf, black in color. With deft fingers she secured it firmly around his right wrist. "There.. now you can't say no."

"We can't.." His voice wavered, the desire to let himself forget what had happened the last time very much present within the depths of the weak protest.

"I can do what ever I like, but I wont break that promise. Not yet. Now hush and let me play." With that, she pulled her silken robe over her head. She watched as he stared endlessly at her bare breasts, the giggle and flush of embarrassment washing over her momentarily. She recovered from the exposure quickly, pressing her chest against his.

She slowly slid her bare breasts down the length of his chest and abdomen, reveling in the feel of her nipples against his skin and the groan boiling out from the depths of his chest. She kept sliding, until she reached his leathers. She reached a single hand beneath the tight leather, pulling his member free from its restraints.

"[i]Hawke..[/i]" The moan that escaped his lips did nothing to dissuade her from her goal. She felt her lips curl in a smirk as she ran her fingers gently down the shaft. She petted, for a moment or two, her fingertips gentle. His rumbling sent hot shivers down her stomach, driving her to near insanity with want.

Since she couldn't have him the way she wanted, she settled for the next best thing. She dipped her head to drag her lips along the head, fingers still gently petting. The noises he made, it drove her onward, and she let her lips part. She took him into her mouth, inch by inch. Once she'd managed the whole thing, she gently rubbed her tongue along the base, reveling in the groaning emanating from him.

Fenris twisted, arching his back against the feeling of her warm mouth on his member. He dug his fingers in to the bed posts, unable to touch her. It was madding. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair, pull her mouth to his, push deep into her warmth and ride the waves of ecstasy that only she could provide for him.

She giggled against the shaft, her throat vibrating. It caused him to moan louder, feeling washing over every inch of his body. She was cruel, evil, wicked.. and he could die a happy man like this. He would let no one else tie him up and take advantage of him as she was, anyone else would die. She? He'd let her kill him, if it meant that this was his last moment.

She lifted her head, pulling her lips and mouth away from him. He protested, the deep rumbling in his chest an indication that he was enjoying her little torture session. Yet, she had something else in mind, and shifted her weight. Within moments she had wrapped her breasts around his member, the soft flesh rubbing gently against the moist shaft.

"Hawke..!" He twisted and groaned. This was something completely new. The feel of her soft flesh against his member sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. Worse, when she began to move the soft mounds up and down the length of his shaft, like silk, that was both firm and delicate.

She giggled, the fun of watching him writhe on the bed as she teased him, his manhood resting firmly between her breasts. She dipped her head again, pulling the head between her lips as it appeared out of the top of her mounds. It was a perfect effect, and she felt him twitch with the impending orgasm.

He moaned, feeling the build up of pressure, the pure joy of release as he came, trembling and sweating as his seed spilled out and onto her chest. He took slow, deep breaths, trying to hold on to the feeling for a few moments longer. He ran his tongue over his teeth, ever inch of him shaking.

She grinned wide, rubbing her breasts against him while he finished, making sure to get every bit. Then, she pulled away, crawling up the length of the bed to kiss him. "Hmm, that was fun," she purred, running her tongue along his bottem lip.

"You,.. are pure .. evil."

"I know."