Angelle waited for hours, trying to be patient. She tried to be relaxed, but with every passing moment she became more convinced he wouldn't come. At long last the hatch from the cellars opened. Conna jumped up and ran towards Anders while barking happily.
"I thought it told you once before that I'm a cat person?" He shook his head while gently stroking the dog.
"You're here. I didn't think you would come."
"Justice does not approve of my obsession with you. He believes you are a distraction. It is one of the few things where he and I disagree."
"I was about to go looking for you."
Anders walked up to her and began kissing her gently.
"Wait... there is something I need you to see."
She took his hand and led him to her desk where there was a lot of letters and a pile of paper bound together by string.
"I want you to read these. I don't want any more misunderstanding between us."
"What are these?" Anders looked her with a surprised gaze.
"These are confidential papers and letters, messages between me and the divine. I need you to read them."
He stood behind her and began to kiss her neck while whispering seductively in her ear.
"Are you sure this is what you want me to do right now?"
"Yes, I need you to read these."
"Alright."
He sighed and sat down and began reading. For the next hour he sat at that desk while Angelle sat nervously curled up in an armchair trying to concentrate on a book. She couldn't. Anders finally got up from the desk and walked towards her. He looked at her with a serious, but not upset look.
"You where the one who stopped the tranquil solution?"
"I guess you can say that. You know what it was called?"
Nothing in those letters mentioned it by name and it was an incident the templars had tried to keep hidden.
"When you met me in the Gallows I was looking for evidence in order to stop Ser Alrik."
"You went into the Gallows on your own?"
"No... I was part of a mage underground. I was there with two other mages, but when Justice took over they became frighten and ran. You are the only one who hasn't run away, when that happens."
"You were part of it? Why aren't you any longer?"
"Since I nearly killed that girl, I thought it best to keep away from people as much as possible. I couldn't live with myself if that creature of vengeance killed an innocent."
"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
"The curse is of my own making..." He paused and looked away. He suddenly turned to her.
" I'd like to hear more about this plan of yours. You said you were trying to make mages more willing to stay in circle, you never said anything about completely reforming the circle."
" I couldn't. I am violating several dozen rules by letting you read those letters. The divine send me here to find a peaceful way to resolve the tension between templars and mages. When I came here I believed it would be a few minor changes. However during the last year I have become convinced that nothing short of a complete reformation will do it... You convinced me of that."
Anders smiled at her, but he began to feel a little ashamed. He walked towards her and kneeled before the chair she was sitting in.
"Oh, dear love. All this time I have been scolding you. I am so sorry. This is why you came to me a year ago?" He kissed her gently on her nose and placed his forehead to hers.
"Yes. I didn't realise until a few months ago how bad the mages had it. Everything I was thought to believe has been turned upside down."
"So tell what ideas have you come up with, so far?"
"I want to propose that we make the circle a school instead of a prison. Children should be allowed to be taught at the circle, but still have the opportunity to visit and receive visits from families. Phylacteries should only be kept on those mages who have not yet gone through the harrowing and criminals. And when they have gone through the harrowing they should have a choice between remaining in the circle and living outside it. And mage parents should be allowed to keep their children. And if a mage child is born to a mage parent they should be allowed to teach them and only be brought to the circle for test every six months. What do you think?"
"It sounds well enough, but it is not all of it I agree with."
"I was hoping you would help me. That together we could make a proposal to the divine."
"That's a wonderful idea, love... But right now I have other things on my mind."
He started kissing her softly on her lips and as her arms wrapped around his neck he deepened the kiss. He cupped her face and looked into her eyes while he whispered:
"No mage I know has ever dared to fall in love. This is the rule I will most cherish breaking."
Angelle spread her legs to allow him to come closer as he was still kneeled in front of her. She began kissing him passionately while her fingers ran through his hair and down to his neck. While caressing his neck she felt his hands running up her knees, thighs, waist and down again. As one of his hands went under her shirt and softly caressed her stomach, she felt all her muscles contracting. Her blood started to boil with anticipation and her body slightly shivering as she turned nervous.
Anders began kissing her neck as he slowly started to open her shirt. He started to move down slowly, by kissing her deeply and passionately on her skin every few centimetres. When he reached her stomach she laid her head back. He kissed her just under her navel and he sunk his teeth gently into her skin. He smiled as she gave a gasp of approval. He started kissing his way back up. When he reached her mouth he removed her shirt. He couldn't take it much longer. Being this close to her and still not having her completely. As Angelle began to kiss his neck, he began to pant and in one quick movement he was on his feet with her lifted into his arms.
He carried her to the bed and began kissing her while his touches became faster and more intense. Angelle became more nervous. She knew nothing of this. The Chantry didn't exactly provide knowledge in this area and there was no way she could hide it for long.
"Anders..." she whispered and gave a gasp as his hand tightened around one of her breasts.
"Yes?"
His voice was filled with desire as he continued to taste the skin on her neck. How was she supposed to begin?
"I don't think I ever told you this, but... my father... he was a mage... an apostate"
Anders stopped, lifted himself slightly of her, balancing his wait on his hands. He looked at her as he gave a smile and chuckled slightly.
"Really?"
"Yes. He and my mother were on the run. They both died when the templars tried to recapture them. I was raised by the Chantry."
"I'm so sorry, love." Anders hesitated. "Did I do something unpleasant that made you think of it?"
"No. It's just... since I grew up in the Chantry and... well, since I joined the order... I have spent much of my time alone." She closed her eyes fearing his reaction.
"Well, that's not uncommon for children with mage parents."
Then it hit him.
"Oh... you mean... never? Surely someone has been interested in you?"
He didn't believe what he was hearing. She was so beautiful, confident and with a sharp tongue like hers, it seemed unlikely that no one had even tried to win her affection. That she could be in an order full of men and none of them had found her as irresistible, as he did, was unimaginable.
"Well, between beating my fellow comrades in sparring matches and being the daughter of a maleficar, I must have been an unworthy risk." Angelle giggled at the thought of how many of them had laid covered in mud as she was still standing without as much as a splash on her.
"You are a risk, but you are absolutely not unworthy." He smiled and kissed her. Then suddenly he felt jealousy jumping up and biting his heart.
"What about the Knight-Captain?"
"Cullen is a nice man, but there is a problem."
Anders frowned.
"You mean other than being a mage-terrorizing templar?"
"He isn't you." She whispered as her hand ran through his hair.
Anders starred into her eyes and felt himself drowning in them slowly as he felt his heart overflowing. He couldn't possibly love her anymore than he did right at this moment. Everything he thought he knew about her was wrong. All that time spent with her and it was only now that he began to really see her. How could he have been so blind? His heart had been filled with so much anger, that he almost missed this benevolent goddess lying beneath him. All this time he had desired her, not understanding how he could possibly want her so much.
"Since I met you, I have lain awake every night aching for you. I'm still terrified I'll wake up."
He began kissing her again, but slowly. He wanted to rip her clothes off and ravish her, but not tonight. Tonight he needed to be gentle and give her all the time she needed. She began to shudder under his touch, that where so soft that it almost tickled. She grabbed his coat pulling herself slightly of the bed and began to kiss him passionately. She pulled of his coat and began undoing the claps on his tunic. She pulled it off and as she put her hands under his shirt, he began to open her trousers. He removed them and his own shirt, as he was straddling her he saw her lying there in nothing but her smallclothes. He felt his blood rushing through him, filling his entire body with ecstasy. His body ached for her as if it was screaming. Her fingers ran down his chest, his stomach and on the inside of his thighs and he started panting. As Angelle started to open his trousers, he was so heated that, these small movements were enough to make him lean his head back and gasping her name. He started to slowly brush his fingers over her smallclothes and as he reached between her thighs, she arched her entire body. He smiled as he slowly began rubbing the area.
He conjured a little electrical current in his fingers. The vibrating, tantalizing sensation made her body shiver and arching, while she grabbed his shoulders and began chanting his name. As she gave one last gasp, she let go of his shoulders and let her hands slide slowly down his arms. While kissing her he began to remove the remaining clothes from their bodies. He raised himself to his knees and looked down at her.
"Maker you are beautiful. Please tell me I'm not dreaming."
"Had this dream before have you?" She smiled teasingly.
"Oh, sweetheart... you have no idea."
He lowered himself onto her, stroking her hair as he carefully entered her. Her body twitched slightly as she let out a small whimper. He held still as he kept stroking her hair and kissing her. When she began to relax he began to make slow, gentle thrust into her body. It had been so long since he had done this and his body had ached for her since he met her. The sensation was almost too much to bear, this wave of pleasure washing over him. One he had desired for so long. It took all of his self control to go slow as the sensation was a mixture of pleasure and slow agonizing torture. As she was trying to ignore the stinging sensation, she heard him gasp and pant with pleasure. She smiled and whispered:
"Do you still think your dreaming?"
"No dream could ever compare to actually having you."
His heart began to race as she began to moan with pleasure and then allowed himself a faster pace. He repeated her name as he felt his body contract one last time and finally felt the pleasure of release. Anders slowly lifted himself of her and lay down beside her while embracing her waist.
"I love you. I have been holding back from saying that. You should have a normal life, not be tied down to a fugitive with no future, but I don't ever want to leave you."
"And I don't want you to." Angelle placed her head on his chest, closed her eyes and as his arms wrapped around her she never felt more as peace.
"I love you, Anders."