The door slammed shut as Fenris left. Anders came running to my side and pulled me in his embrace.

"Are you alright, love?"

"Yes, I'm fine." What else could I say? Fenris propositioned me, and for a moment I was tempted. What if Anders wasn't there? No, I would not betray him, no matter how my body reacted to Fenris' touch. It was all very confusing. Fenris pushed me away until I was with Anders, and now he was what? Seducing me? My head began to hurt trying to figure out what had just happened.

My friends began to help me clean up. It seemed after their little brawl, the party was over. So much for enjoying my night.

After everyone parted, Anders asked me to stay downstairs for a few minutes. He said he needed to get my final surprise ready. Five minutes later, he emerged from my bedroom and told me he was ready.

When I entered my room there were candles everywhere. All the lotions and lubes Isabela bought me were displayed on the shelf beside my bed.

"Isabela told me what she was getting you. I thought I would put her gift to good use, starting now." He leaned down and kissed me. My lips parted and his tongue entered my mouth. His arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me and laid me on the bed. I felt his hands unbutton and pull at my clothes with his lips still on mine.. I was completely naked within seconds.

"Roll on your stomach." I smiled and complied. Anders undressed himself and knelt over top of me, his legs on either side of my hips. I could feel him reach over and the sound of moisture slipping between his hands was heard. He spread the oil all over my neck and back. He kneaded at my tense shoulders and I felt my worries melt into his hands. His strong hands moved back in forth all across my back, and I knew this was not something he was new at.

"Mmmm" I sighed at his touch.

"This feel alright?"

"Yes."

His hands moved lower, into the small of my back. He rubbed, kneaded, and circled my lower back, and then my backside. His touch was warm and comforting. Over and over his hands went, eventually down my legs, feet, and back up to my buttocks again. His hands spent extra time there and I did not complain. He slipped his hands forward, under my belly, and began to stroke my sex and I moaned.

"I have a confession to make."

"And what would that be?"

"Isabela came to me, when she told me what she was getting you. She mentioned that you seemed a little upset that I had not been pleasing you in the way you thought I would." I began to blush, and I could feel myself turning red all over my body. I tingled and felt uncomfortable, and Anders laughed.

"Anders, I love everything you have done to me. You've been incredible. It's just...I've heard Isabela talk, and well...I felt a little left out."

"I did not mean to neglect your curiosity, love. Tell me, have you ever been with another mage before?" I shook my head.

"So you've not tried out your own magic on a lover, yourself?" Again, I shook my head, feeling like an inexperienced virgin.

"Would you like me to show you?"

"Yes please." I grinned, and he flipped me on my back. He started kissing my neck and his hands went to my nipples, gently caressing them. I could feel heat radiating from them, and vibrations came from his touch. I looked down and could see little pulses of electricity emitting from his fingers and he ever so lightly grazed my skin. It tingled and gave off a pleasurable sensation, nothing like I had experience before.

"Wow." I breathed out.

"You can do it too. Think of your lighting spell, but only use a little bit of mana. That way you won't cast it and the spell itself will remain at your touch." Focussing on my fingers, I thought of the spell and sure enough tiny little sparks came from my fingers.

"Very good. Now touch me like I am touching you. Gently."

I raised my hands to his chest, and lightly touched over his nipples as he was doing to mine. He gasped out and sunk his lips upon mine again. His erection pushed against my stomach and I wanted to touch him there. I lowered my touch and his breathing became heavy.

"Be gentle, love." I lightly grabbed his member and stroked it with soft movements. He moaned louder in my ear, and a sense of pride came over me. This trick could come in handy, I thought.

Anders sucked on one of my nipples and rolled the other in between his vibrating fingers as I stroked him. My loins ached and I needed his touch. I arched my back and he started to kiss down my navel again. My hands grabbed the sheets under me as he waved a finger above my clit and I jolted at the touch. Surges of vibrations coursed through my center and I bit my lip. Another finger protruded inside of me as he waved the other across me. The finger he had inside me pulsed as the other did as he moved it in and out. I could feel my inner walls clench his finger, as I neared an orgasm. I moaned and he quickened his speed, curling his finger around that pleasure spot inside me and I cried out as my climax took hold of my body. Wave after wave crashed through me as I moved my hips back and forth joining the rhythm of his hand. I slowly opened my eyes as I came to and he climbed on top of me, placing his member in between my legs. With one quick thrust, he was fully inside of me and I moaned even louder now.

Anders grinded his hips into mine. One hand explored my breast, still sending small electric shocks throughout me. He sucked on my earlobe and I bucked my hips forward, meeting his deep thrusts.

"I love what you're doing to me," I confessed in as seductive of a voice I could give him.

"I want to do so much more," he panted in between thrusts.

"Do as you will with me, I am yours for the taking," I moaned out into his ear. Anders flipped me over and got off the bed. He stood right by the edge. He pulled me towards him and I arched my back. He plunged inside of me as he stood with me bent over in front of him. Pleasure ripped through my body as he completely filled me, this position allowing him to have much deeper thrusts.

"Oh yes, love!" he sighed out while pumping his delicious length into me. I clenched my tightness, contracting my muscles to pleasure him more. He reached forward and toyed with my nub once more, and again I welcomed the vibrations. I grabbed onto my bed sheets as another mind blowing orgasm surged through me. He grasped onto my hips and with a cry, he came inside of me as I was still moaning from my own climax.

Anders planted a bunch of kisses in between my shoulder blades as he pulled out of me. I rolled over and he collapsed on the bed beside me. He took my hand in his and toyed with the heart shaped ring on my finger.

"Do you really like it?"

"What, the ring or the sex?"

"The ring," he laughed. "I already know that you love the sex."

"I adore it Anders, just as I adore you."

I slept in until noon as my schedule allowed it for once. I was glad to have taken two days off instead of just the one like I originally planned. Anders left early, as he surely had patients waiting for him. I had a quick bath before heading downstairs.

My mother was full of questions. She of course heard some of the ruckus from the fight last night, and I ensured her that everything was fine. When I was done eating my lunch she came over to me.

"Dear, it looks like there's one more present for you." She handed me the gift, and I recognised it as the one Fenris left behind. Amidst all the commotion that occurred, I forgot all about it. I excused myself to my library and sat down in the chair to open it.

There was a note that was attached which caught my attention immediately. My reading lessons with Fenris stopped after he bedded me and I only briefly went over printing a few times with him. I opened the note with anticipation.

"Hawke. I found this book in the marcet and it reminded me of you. I finished the other on my own. I hope won day we can read this to. -Fenris"

I smiled immediately. He had written me a letter, probably his first. His spelling errors made me laugh, but not at him, mind you. I felt very proud of him in that moment, despite what was going on between us (which I wasn't even clear of at the moment).

I opened the wrapping and in my hands was a book of poems, love poems to be exact. A mix of emotions came over me. The gesture was sweet, but the timing was all wrong. I had no idea what he wanted or expected of me. I begged and pleaded him to talk to me, and he seemed to want nothing to do with me. As soon as I moved on, he tried to seduce me and gave me a book of love poems. I shook my head. I had no idea what to say or think. I needed to talk to him. I didn't know if going to his mansion alone was a good idea, especially after what happened the night before. I thought of bringing Isabela or Varric along with me just in case, but decided against it. No, this was a private matter and needed to be dealt with as such. But the more I thought about it, the more I decided that I needed to give Fenris some space. If I went over there right away, it might be a replay of what happened the previous evening, and that would get us nowhere. No, I needed to keep things strictly business for a few weeks at least. And then when I felt the timing was right, I would confront him.

Three weeks later, I decided it was time to have a little heart to heart with Fenris. We had only seen each other a few times, when I was passing through the market or needed him on a mission. I felt an appropriate time passed for both of us to collect our thoughts. I grabbed my staff and headed out the door.

I knocked on Fenris' door for what seemed like ages. Finally, he opened the door to me and he looked beyond hungover. He had been drinking an awful lot lately, and I was beginning to become concerned.

"Not feeling too good?"

"It was my own doing. Did you want to come in?"

"Yes please, Fenris." I entered his home and we walked over to a sitting area. He sat down in a chair and I took a seat across from him. "We've never spoken about that night at my party, and I wanted to clear the air."

"I guess I should apologize for my actions. I embarrassed you that night, undeservedly so. I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am for that. You did not deserve that scene on your birthday of all days."

"I didn't come here for an apology, Fenris. I wanted to ask you about your gift."

"Oh, the book, yes. I thought it might be inappropriate. I bought it before I knew of you and...him. I found it just before our night together. I had been planning on giving it to you for some time, I just never found the right moment."

"I see. Fenris, our reading sessions don't have to stop. I am still willing to teach you."

"No, it would not be appropriate anymore. Not after what happened."

"What came over you that night? I'm so confused right now."

"I was...nothing Hawke. I just felt...nostalgic, being in your home again. That's all."

"I think there's more to it than that Fenris. Why won't you talk to me anymore? We used to be close."

"It's better this way Hawke, trust me."

"Oh, I am growing sick and tired of this game. Why do you keep pushing me away like..." suddenly I did feel sick. A nauseating feeling overwhelmed me, and I needed to get out of there. Talking to Fenris had me so worked up, my nerves were shot, and now I was going to get sick right in the middle of his floor. I shot up and ran to the door but didn't quite make it. I leaned over into a pot with a wilting plant in it and began to vomit. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, worse than the drunken mess I made of myself at The Hanged Man those weeks ago.

"Hawke, oh..." he stopped, and I wished he would leave me in peace. He walked to the other room for a minute, and returned with a towel and some water. I stopped being ill and sat there, head in hands.

"Oh, Fenris, I am so, so sorry."

"You have a penchant for getting sick in my presence," he joked as he handed me the towel. I wiped my face and took a slow sip of the water.

"I have no idea what just happened."

"Did you maybe have a few too many drinks last night? I saw you at the Hanged Man with Isabela."

"I suppose I did." That couldn't be it. I woke up feeling fine, and barely had any alcohol while I was there. "I really am sorry about your plant."

"I was planning on throwing it away, anyhow."

I brushed myself off and apologised profusely. He told me I should go home and rest, so I left.

Four days later I was not doing much better. Every time I felt as if I were fine, I became ill again. I felt exhausted and didn't get out of bed much. Anders was worried but I assured him I would be fine at home. I know he was a very busy man and there were people who needed him a lot more than I did.

Mother came in to check on me that afternoon. "Feeling better, darling?"

"For now. I have no idea what's come over me. One minute I'm fine, the next my head is in a bucket."

"You've been resting quite a bit too dear, this must be some flu."

"I suppose it has to be. I am incredibly tired, my back hurts, and I keep vomiting. I can't even leave the house without fear of embarrassing myself like I did the other day."

"Dear, I hate to pry but...you and Anders. Have you been...you know...taking proper precautions?"

It hit me like a brick. How could we be so naive, after that scare nearly two months prior? Everything just happened so fast, I wasn't using my head. I had been so busy running around for the Viscount, and at night I was consumed with Anders. He never said anything to remind me either. What on earth were we thinking?

"Oh Maker, please no..."

"Maybe you should go see Anders. Have him examine you, dear." I jumped out of bed, ready to do just that.

"Be careful, sweetheart!" my mother called at me as I bolted out the door.

I arrived at Anders' clinic and he was sitting in his chair, reading over his manifesto. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Couldn't wait to get me home to yourself?"

"Anders, I need you to be honest with me."

"Of course. Are you alright? You haven't gotten sick again, have you?"

"Did you...I mean..did we...ugh."

"Easy now. What's wrong?"

"I think I might be pregnant."

"You...oh...OH!"

"I am an idiot. We haven't exactly been careful. I have not taken any contraception and well, you never mentioned it. I guess we both forgot."

"I just assumed you were getting the potions from another source. I should have asked. I'm sorry Hawke, it was just as much my responsibility as yours. Did you...want me to examine you?"

"Please, I need to know."

I lay back on one of his cots, and Anders felt my abdomen. He waved his hands over me and pressed down. A glow emitted from him and he sat with a concentrated look on his face. He stared several moments, which felt like eternity. He grabbed my hand and helped me sit forward.

"Well, what?" I demanded. A smile spread across his face. "You're...you're pregnant." He said and embraced me. No...no no no, this couldn't be happening. Oh shit. Anders pulled away and noticed the frown on my face.

"Hawke, please, don't be upset. I promise, I'll take care of you and the little one. I love you."

"Anders..."

"What's wrong?" I sighed out, and was trembling all over. I felt dizzy and devastated, afraid that our fairy tale romance was about to come to its end.

"Anders, I haven't bled since...since..."

"Since when?"

"Since before me and Fenris..." He became pale and had to sit down.

"You..you mean that this baby..?" Yes my love, you're right.

Authors notes: PHEW! Took me what...12 chapters to get to this point? The pregnancy and not knowing who the father is was always my first plot idea when writing this story, so everything that came before then just kind of happened! Please let me know your thoughts :-) Thanks for reading and all the emails/reviews that have been coming my way! You guys are the best.