This is the version I imagined for Integra's Chapter 5, A Moment to Ourselves, with changes made. These chapters were edited with her permission!

Artwork suggested for this chapter is called Battle of Will by Mistiqarts from Deviant Art. The character shown looks nothing like what I've visualized as Hawke but everything holds up pretty close to what is written.

Stranded

A Moment to Ourselves

It had rained all afternoon. I fell asleep leaning on Fenris' shoulder and found that listening to the crackling of the fire along with the rain helped me ignore my hunger. I knew that as soon as we could, we would need to search for food and fresh water if we were going to survive here while waiting to be rescued. If this island was truly deserted, we would need to learn to live together and I wondered how long I could keep Anders and Fenris working with each other peacefully.

I awoke later and found that the rain had slowed down and became gentler. The fire had burned down low and while there were still some parts of the branches left to burn, it might soon go out if not tended to. I found myself lying on my stomach, resting my head on the crook of my elbow and I could feel the familiar weight of Fenris' arm across my waist. I reached my left hand out towards the fire with the intent of focusing on the remaining fire to help it get going once more when he grabbed my hand to stop me.

I turned my head to him and whispered, "Is something wrong?"

Instead he let go of my hand and let his hand wander down my arm and trail further down, resting on my lower back and his intent was clear. I grabbed his hand as it reached for the slit on the side of my leg.

He chuckled and kissed the back of my neck, which sent shivers down my spine. "The mage has deemed fit to give us some privacy. It is the first we have had in a while and I am not willing to waste it," he said as he deftly reached under my shift once again to help me slip out of my smallclothes.

I raised my head and looked over to the other side of the fire and saw that Anders was in fact gone again. We were completely alone. Fenris wasted no time lifting my shift and making space between my legs. I spread further as he gripped my hips to lift them high enough to allow him total access. I felt his finger gently stroke me before slipping inside me briefly before I felt the tip of his member rub gently against me. I felt as he teased me, gliding and easily using the slickness from my body. I heard his dark chuckle as he knew he was driving me to my peak just at the anticipation of feeling him inside me.

He was inside in one single, urgent thrust and I was left gasping as my inner muscles clamped down around him. The single move brought me to climax once again as he moved his hips at an urgent pace, digging his fingers into my thighs to keep the pace he wanted.

It was something we had discovered he enjoyed, late one drunken night and I would never deny him anything he wished to do to my body, especially now that I had gotten him to accept my own use of magic during sex. It happened quite by accident one night after repeated climaxes and I reacted out to him using my Spirit Magic. I was scared at first that it would drive him away and I continued to worry when he did not return for days. When he did he was hesitant to ask me to use it on him again. At first it only happened when we were intimate and it took some time before I could do it at will.

He leaned forward and balanced his weight on his forearms, adjusting his angle deeper while increasing his rhythm and intensity as he bit my shoulder to keep from crying out his pleasure. By now I was so breathless that I didn't have a chance to cry out but he could feel when I reached my release and reached his as well. He lay down heavily beside me, kissing my shoulder, gently touching the mark he left on my shoulder while I tried to catch my breath. He blew quickly across my arm and smiled at the goose flesh that rose up. His hand traveled down my back to adjust my shift to cover me once more.

"If not for the reality of where we are, I'd think this was an outing to the Wounded Coast, of course, after having sent everyone else back to Kirkwall," I said huskily. "Thankfully I'm only covered in sweat this time," I laughed.

"I don't know…it's rare to see you so completely covered in blood and not want to taste you. There were a few times Isabela thought to follow us," he chuckled. "I'm more than sure she heard you cry out more than once."

"That was your fault!" I said and looked over at him. "You couldn't wait for them to leave fast enough that I'm shocked we haven't had an audience sooner."

"I doubt Isabela could keep herself contained at such sight," he said and lightly placed a kiss on my arm.

"I don't think Sebastian would ever allow us to step foot in the Chantry again if he had caught us that time…"

"That was entirely your doing," he said and laughed at the shocked look I gave him. "To be fair I did give you more than enough reason to be in such a situation. But I recall you were the one to use magic and the location couldn't be helped…Chantry garden or not!"

I laughed lightly as I recalled that night. I then paused as I heard a light foot step from the mouth of the cave and knew that Anders was back. I was thankful for the low lighting, hoping the smoke would mask the scents that clung to our bodies as he sat down by the fire, looking away from us. I rolled over and sat up, quickly covering the bite mark on my shoulder while Fenris adjusted his trousers.

I reached out and helped rekindle the fire.