Revolution

by rikkustrife

This is from a roleplay a friend and I have written together. It's placed in the aftermath of Anders destruction of the Chantry in Kirkwall and Leliana comes across him, and they begin their adventure together which in turns brings them closer together. Chapter 5 is the first sexual themed chapter for those uncertain if they want to read that part or not.

48. Chapter 48

The two hadn't stopped fighting at first, when Leliana made her entrance. There was too much pent up anger that they had against one another. Anders hated so many things about Fenris. He hated the fact that the elf claimed to be against mages and their cause, only to take up sides amongst them like a mole or a hypocrite, he hated him for preventing Anders from fixing his sibling relationship, and for the most important thing of trying to copy and controlling his life like a copy or a clone. Yet, Fenris had the same hatred towards Anders; for even starting the Mage Revolution, for taking away and killing both Naomi and Anna, and now for a third time for when Fenris finally found a way to hopefully fix things—Anders threatens to remove even what little claimed accomplishments Fenris could possess.

Though from hearing Leliana's scream, they both had finally stopped in their fighting against one another. They had looked towards her and saw where she had injured herself. In between scrambling towards her, the two had fallen back to the floor onto the ice. Fenris had been the one to reach her first; holding her close to himself.

"Leliana, what in Andraste's-?" Anders was starting to ask as the moment of shock was overwhelming him. He trembled and started to crawl towards them both; seeing that Fenris had quickly taken command—almost as if something similar to this may have been a routine situation. Anders didn't like it. The mage frowned as he started to come close. "Let me heal her; I can help."

"Get back, mage." Fenris sneered to the word, nearly as if it were still a curse to him.

He hadn't given Leliana any warning; believing that it would have been better to be quick in removing the knife before she might have struggled against him for the weapon. Fenris had then started to lift the shirt to reveal the wound for Anders to have finished the job he started. It seemed even oddly symbolic to the elf that it was practically sickening to him; but he was stuck in that situation if he was to ever be a part of anything.

"Now. Do your thing." Fenris snapped towards Anders and reached for Leliana's shoulders to rest underneath his arm, and more-so against his chest.

Anders had nodded some and started to raise his right hand towards the wound, but it was coated in ice and frost still. The ice spells were still infused with his abilities at the moment. He hadn't paid nearly close of attention as Fenris had, and the elf reached up to quickly slap Anders's hand away once it came almost too close.

"Vanhedis! Not with that! What are you thinking?" Fenris scowled back at him quickly and moved his arms back down more protective over Leliana's wound. He decided he was going to have to apply pressure to it and to hopefully stop the bleeding on his own.

Anders looked back at his hands and he panicked more. The ice started take form and grow into spikes within the room during the quicker times that Anders's fear began to grow. "I can't-! I can't control it!"

Nearly at that time a white symbol was placed under Anders, and his body had frozen stiff. It wasn't from ice, but a magic spell—which clearly hadn't been his own. The ice had started to melt and soon the rest of the guards and mages began to walk into the room. The group had begun to split up; one team was putting the magical restraints back over Anders's hands and arms, and the other had went to healing Leliana—which Fenris hadn't seemed to mind at that point.

Leliana smiled in a relieved sense when she noticed both Anders and Fenris had quit fighting. All her worry for them was quickly shifted to her wound she inflicted upon herself in an instant she felt the pain radiate and with a flinch she tried to reach for the blade, but couldn't. She didn't want to touch it for it may be hurting more when she did touch it. It could have stayed there for a while longer until she had gotten the bravery to pull it out; it wasn't as if she was going to bleed out completely. At least this is what she told herself.

"Finally… You both stopped." She spoke in a soft tone towards them both, but her eyes were more directed to Anders since Fenris's hold against her brought it so she couldn't comfortably look up to him without possibly having torn more skin. "… You two… Shouldn't fight. All it's going to do is bring more hurt and pain." Leliana then rested her head lazily on Fenris's shoulder and closed her eyes in attempt to think of a better time than this pain and it wasn't the pain of the knife either in her abdomen but the pain in her heart. But she opened them shortly afterwards when she heard Fenris's harsh words towards Anders and quickly out of reflexes she had nudged the elf in the core, even if it had hurt doing so.

"He's just trying to help Fenris—" She attempted to explain but soon when he had grabbed the knife and yanked it out in a clean pull she had screamed in her second spasms of pain. "Maker, give me a warning next time will ya?" She asked in a whimper and began to cover her wounded area with her hand. Though when Fenris had given Anders the opportunity to heal her, she had pulled her hand away with a smile as she looked down to the mage.

Leliana was paying little to no attention to the elemental magic Anders had put forth, so when Fenris had smacked his hand away in his protection she had jumped and soon regretted it afterwards. "What are you doing Fenris!?" But as soon as she asked this her curiosity was pleased with the conversation and Anders panic. Of all times for her to stab herself and Anders not to be able to use his healing magic, it had to be now. Instead of being upset she had just chuckled lightly to the fact.

But soon the humor left the room once everything around them changed and had brought Leliana to look towards Anders in concern. The rouge had only given the mages a few moments to heal the wound to where the skin had been newly woven back together before she pushed them aside and went over to Anders.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean for it to escalate that far. But… You guys needed to stop." Leliana had said in her concerned voice towards them both as she had reached out towards Anders bound hands, she had hated to see him in such binding, but he was a bit of a mess and she understood why they had done it. "I think though… I'm going to go and think on everything, if you both promise me you won't kill each other while I'm gone… Actually I know what I'll do, I'll have a guard keep an eye on both of you and one starts the I'll get word of it and then you'll have to deal with me… You got that?" She instructed to both men with a point of her finger. She had wanted to give them each a hug but hadn't done so as how awkward it might have turned out and before either of them could fight her on going alone to wherever she decided to go she had hurriedly out of the room.

Anders's eyes had shifted towards Leliana's form. He watched as she tried to appear more composed than she had probably felt. In fact, she might have seemed to be the only composed one out of all three of them. He wanted to reach out to her. To hold her, or comfort her, but she was already escaping. It was a nightmare to him, and one of the worst. Anders could deal with the nightmares of the Arch Demon in comparison to this. Though when he saw Fenris moving next, it seemed that was even more worse than he thought would have been possible.

Determined to have gotten clarity in something within the middle of Leliana's most recent episode, Fenris had marched out of the room and started to call after her. She was a few paces ahead of him to begin with, because at first the elf couldn't believe of what he was hearing from her. Though even within chasing after her, Fenris wasn't entirely certain of what he wanted other than for her to respond to him.

"Leliana, wait—"He requested once he had grasped her arm and eventually turned her around to face him. He glanced towards where he came from then back to her once more. "You can't keep taking these sorts of things upon yourself and leaving me out of it. Now, this is the second time you've shut me out, and now that he's back everything's been upside-down."

He paused for a moment and turned with her so that he was able to remain in front of her still. "No... You're not-?- …You're not actually considering leaving me for him. Are you?"

Leliana had tried to ignore Fenris's chase behind her, but one he was quicker than she had hoped and two she had felt herself even slowing so he could catch her. She wasn't sure why she had wanted him to at that moment. But just as she needed time to talk to Anders, she needed to put time aside to talk to Fenris as well. That when she had felt the grasp of his hand around her arm, she didn't fight like she normally would have when she wanted to be alone in thought of everything that had just happened since he did sound like he desperately needed to talk to her and she wasn't going to be selfish.

When she was turned to face him, she had given him a glance which had resulted in her looking from where they had come from. Even if Anders was frozen in one place she didn't want him seeing their closeness in fear of him having another emotional breakdown. But, when Fenris spoke to her once more, it brought her to look back to him with a forced smile, it was the only strength she had left to try and hide what she was truly feeling. Fenris had been there for her many times and this time was one of them that he didn't need to be. Because she needed a clear minded of leaning towards one direction and not enough towards the other if she was supposed to choose one of them.

"I have to do this alone Fenris… It's for everyone's sake that I do." She began to explain towards him and figuring the conversation was ended she began to turn to try and break free of his grasp, but failed in doing so rather quickly when she had heard his last spoken question and soon with it brought a blank stare to cascade over her face. "I-I—" She tried to speak but due to her nerves spiking she had quickly been cut short by her own doing.

Fenris deserved an answer though, she had asked Anders to wait for her until she sorted this out and she would have rather have Fenris hear it from her lips than Anders so another conversation like this wouldn't arise between them. "I don't know what I'm going to do." She said with a glance down towards him. "I'm sorry Fenris, I didn't expect myself to be so… Lost when he had come back." She admitted with a lean in towards his armored shoulder. "Just give me a while, but I really do need some time alone… I'll be alright, I promise."

"You're not lost." He frowned and lowered his eyelids in between his shift of looking towards how she had moved closer towards him. "You've made it a point to have brought things to these conditions, and ignored every warning ever given."

He didn't understand how so many could praise Anders's name when everything he had ever touched either rusted or crumbled from his interference. Kirkwall didn't repair itself under Anders's rule—it was Naomi's decisions that made it strong until Sebastian's obsession for hunting down the terrorist. And when it fell a second time during Anders's take-over, it had not/could not get back on its feet until Alistair and later Fenris had stepped in to restore it. Even Leliana had to be in charge of the city and given the title Queen of Kirkwall, which only proved that Anders could never handle what attempted to control.

Fenris didn't like the thought of it. He could see Leliana slipping from him in a similar fashion that both Naomi and Anna had done. Both women wanted to revere that mage as a valiant freedom fighter, when in fact he had been the very one to end both their lives with his own hands. Not only that, both women continued to smile when it was being done! Fenris couldn't lose anything else he had tried to claim for himself.

"He has had his chances, and he always throws them to his cause. He does it with everything, Leliana. I can't allow him to take you from me just to repeat it again." His arms had risen and tightened a grasp that was secure around Leliana's form once he continued. "No. I 'will not' allow it."

Leliana frowned during this time between herself and Fenris and even if he was right she still didn't like to hear it. It was her decision to decided what to do from here whatever that may have been, she wasn't certain right now, that's why she needed her time and space away from both of them. Because she was afraid if she spent too much time with one or the other than she would have made a mistake in her decision.

"I can't just ignore my feeling Fenris… I've tried and tried and tried again but if I pretend like they're not there. That will just put another gap between us. Like I said I need to settle this, somehow." She attempted to explain one last time as she had reached up to Fenris's shoulders and given him a push. Even if he fought against it she still needed to break free before she had been lost with him in other ways besides what she was now.

"I'll be back later. Please don't let Anders get under your skin or you under his." She pleaded in a hopeful tone. She didn't wait for a response but she did walk up to him to place a hand at each side of his cheeks as she leaned in to depart there words to one another with a single kiss to his lips. Even if he chased after her again she would hope her willpower to keep walking would have kicked in.

When she had left Leliana had went to the few places she believed where she wouldn't be found. She didn't want to go to her room for Fenris or Anders coming in, that would have been one of the worst places to go, so she had went to the next best place. The hanged man, she needed a hard drink or two or ten. Just to drown her feelings had sounded like the next best thing, even though she had come here to sort them out, plans had changed.

While Fenris wanted to have chased after her, he couldn't see the point to it. Any time he had, she would have just run from him again and again… And it was frustrating. He didn't want to have released her from his hold, but he already knew that holding her back at this moment would have been pointless. He turned towards the wall and punched it upon letting her go.

As for Anders….

Well after sitting down and being lectured to –by nearly a younger male in the magical arts no less—about the importance of magical restraints on a mage suffering from "magical dementia" (a term that was probably just created, considering that Anders was their only experiment); Anders had come to the conclusion that his life couldn't have sucked any more.

The depression he had was kicking in stronger than any he had ever experienced before. The mage couldn't even determine if it was because of the experiment everyone else had performed on him in order to bring his personality back or if it was all natural considering that it was something that he wouldn't have expected to ever happen between himself and Leliana.

He couldn't remain here though: stuck in a room that was too much like a cell, wearing uncomfortable restraints, and still looked on with frightened or cautious glances. Now it was even the very people he fought for who looked at him like he was some kind of monster; and yet he stood up for them. No matter where he ended up, it was always in the gallows and sent to be alone. Anders had to escape; so when he had gotten the first chance to slip past the guards who were watching him—he took it and headed for the place he knew where he could drown his sorrow. The Hanged Man.

Soon after her fourth or fifth tankard, not glass, tankard she had begun to feel it… Finally… Or maybe it was after the second one she felt this tingly feeling all over her body and a light headed sensation to her head. Eventually she was seeing doubled vision but this hadn't stopped her in ordering her next drink. Soon she was getting unwanted attention from the patrons, but she had looked to none of them as the memories playing in her mind were still haunting her.

"Where's my drink!" She shouted towards the bartender with impatience.

Upon hearing Leliana's shouts a few people looked her way but only one person responded in coming towards her and setting down an extra drink in their hand. "You can have this one; it seems as if the person I was going to spend time with didn't show up."

"Shame for you." Leliana said with a roll of her eyes as she quickly reached out for the given mug.

"Does a lovely person like yourself have a name?" He asked upon sitting down across from her and looking over her features for his own sort of odd pleasure.

Leliana scoffed, grabbing her drink and bringing it towards her lips to chug it down. "You mean to tell me you don't know who I am…?" She asked almost stunned but she wasn't certain if this was because he truly didn't know or if it was the booze talking

"Nope can't say I do.—"

"Who's this?" A voice from behind the male soon cut him off as she had been directing her attention towards Leliana who in return gave the woman a single arch of her eye brow.

"I swear you people must be a new kind of dumb…" Leliana muttered under her breath as she pressed the rim of her cup to her lips for a second time but quickly found the fluids inside this one had been gone already. "Again… Figures…"

"Excuse me?" The woman asked in an angered tone as she propped her hands to each side of her hip.

"Do I have to spell it out for you or something?" Leliana had asked in annoyance between reaching for the newly fresh mug that the bartended had set down before Leliana. But she hadn't even gotten the cup to her lips before she had felt the brisk fluids spill all over her front. In a squeal she had looked at the perpetrator that only being the woman bent over the table who she was talking to. "What was that for!?" She soon asked in a shout towards the woman as she tossed the cup at her head.

The woman had dodged the mug just in time but in her defense she had walked around the table in a confrontation. Leliana had seen this and with not caring she had stood up from her seat and stood her ground. "Come on I'll take on all three of you!" She spat, upon dodging the woman's first strike to her face with a squat. When she had stood back up though in a stagger she had back handed the woman down to the floor with no chance of holding back.

Upon entering The Hanged Man, Anders had looked around the building to see if it had changed much. The place still smelled like stale ale, piss and vomit. The patrons all looked either rugged or cut-throat, ever since Varric had packed up and left. It did leave an ideal thought to Anders of what happened to the Coteri and the other thug gangs that use to run the town. Naomi couldn't have demolished all of them; as pleasant as a perfect would in that scenario would have sounded.

Though his running-away-thoughts had vanished with the trailing sight of Leliana attempting to have fought another person. Well, actually the other woman was the floor. Leliana was pretty capable of handling herself even when she was drunk. Anders couldn't even remember the last time he had seen her in such of a condition.

Though, not even this sidetrack was able to steer away his sinking depression. Perhaps it was because she was even there that it continued. After all, what had she to drown in sorrow over? ..Well, that was a bitter thought, considerably, but Anders still had felt wounded. And from what it sounded like, the wound was a pretty deep one.

Anders slinked over towards Leliana, and attempted to pull her away from the scene. He couldn't seem nearly confident enough; forcing of what nervous smile that he could do the group that was there. Though even then his eyes had been starting to tear up just from being this close to Leliana. It felt like he was being forced and yet the more he attempted to hide it, the worse it got.

"Not to worry; she'll be fine. Just prop a cold mug to her forehead when she wakes up." Anders reassured a small group of people—hopefully the woman's friends—to return to her and help her back up. He then moved towards hugging Leliana close to him in his moment of displayed comfort. He had to pause briefly to raise a hand towards his cheeks and wipe away the tears that were starting to pour. "What are you even doing out here? And you're drunk-! Maker's Breath, Leliana, this is no place for your to be, you know that."

Leliana was quickly going back for a second hit or pounce then a hit on this woman if she had the chance but she quickly felt herself being pulled away by someone when she had tried to. In her desperation to get free she tried to pull away but the grasp on her was too strong for her inebriated self to have done so. When she turned to confront this person in a frown she and possible hit as well since she expected to be attacked again; she had soon found out though it was Anders.

Immediately upon seeing the mage she had lunged towards him. But he had already gone in the process of holding her so this may have been a bad idea and brought both of them to fall back if Anders wasn't stable enough. But her excited cheerful nature had bloomed from seeing him, that it was like she had completely forgotten what had happened back at the Keep earlier.

"Anders! I missed you!" She said cheerfully towards him as she had leaned back to look up to him in her hold around his neck.

When she was asked why she was here, she had blinked a few times and giggled into a fit of laughter. One of her hands then went between them as she waved her hand to him in attempt to tell him not to worry so much. "Such a worry-wart Anders… See ladies!" She began to shout and point over to Anders. "THIS is the kind of man you want to find one day… Well not this one, he's mine." She hissed soon as she quickly wrapped her arm back around him. "

"I'm here because…. Uhh… - err—I can't remember. It had to do something along the lines of feelings. YES that's it feelings. No better place than the popular Hanged Man to talk to other about your feelings. Right Anders?" She quickly beamed with a wide grin, her hand to his shoulder slipped to his chest as she began poking at his Viscount Robes repeatedly. "Why don't you ever wear your Renegade robes anymore, you were so sexy in those?" She asked, as she had completely ignored the drunk comment he had made.

"OH!" She soon gasped. "Do you want to see a trick I learned!?" Without waiting for a response she had slipped in a duck out of Anders arms and attempted to run in a stumble to the bar. It had taken her a few tries with almost running into patrons, tables and chairs but she had done so and grabbed what she needed before rushing back to Anders.

It was a single cherry with a stem, she quickly plucked the fruit and without asking Anders to open his mouth she had pushed it to his lips until he had done so to slip it inside his mouth as she took the stem in hers. During this time she had made a few odd faces but within a few seconds she pulled the stem out with her fingers and shows Anders the knot she had made with it. "There was a woman in here that taught me, I'm trying to get her twenty seconds beat. Do you think I can do it?"

Anders had wanted to shrink away from the attention that Leliana was point him towards. He didn't know what to think as his confused feelings were already in hyper-drive. He was embarrassed now; feeling himself wanting to have hid behind her just to escape the prying eyes looking at him. Anders hoped that she wouldn't have mentioned anything of his mage-status or anything remotely close. He couldn't even heal the poor woman Leliana had flogged to the ground.

His attention had lingered towards Leliana's next words when she touched his robes and traced her fingers over them lightly. Reaching up to catch her hand into his; simply for the main reason of catching it within his grasp at that time.

"It just goes with the job… or it did..." He mentioned and glanced away momentarily and tried to think of something positive to have added. Afterwards, he gave a shrug and released his hold from her hand. "Other than that, I suppose I could wear the renegade cloak when I role play."

He had to dodge her limbs flying at him and then attempting to reach for her when she raced towards the other side of the bar. Anders hardly even had much of a chance to even speak—not that he was in the mood to really talk much. In truth, Anders hadn't known what he wanted. Perhaps arriving to The Hanged Man hadn't been the best idea from the start.

Before he could have questioned about her ability to have even still be standing, Leliana had shoved in a cherry into his mouth. He blinked some and looked back down towards his nose for the moment as he started to chew it. He then looked back towards Leliana in his growing confusion until she had pulled out the cherry stem.

It was a bit slow for him, but listening to her and watching her drunken state had found a way to sooth his emotions in some form. He wanted to believe in that; even if the figurative security blanket wasn't even real, Anders needed to have it there. When she had questioned him, he shrugged a little and at last had started to wipe away the last of his tears.

"I don't know… Maybe if you try long enough." He answered and then looked around the room; in particular for the harlot who was able to do it that fast. Though, there wasn't any particular reason other than his curiosity. "Did she—uh—leave you a name, by any chance?"

Leliana smiled brightly when Anders suggestion to wear his cloak for roleplay was risen into conversation. She had liked the idea of seeing him in it again, not that she had thought he wasn't just as sexy in his Viscount Robes. It was just she had always liked the darker colors on him more. "Don't worry Anders, you'll be back to being the leader of this city again. The people love you and you still have so much more to give them." She explained in hopes to lighten his spirits.

After her display Leliana draped her arms back across Anders shoulders for support then as she had shifted her head to one side when she had heard his question she wasn't sure what to think or say. "Err… I don't remember… Why?" She asked curiously to the question of the woman's name. "Do you want to learn how to do it too? I can teach you." She offered with a wide grin she didn't even think to have listened more closely and for Anders sake, thank the maker for who knew what she would have done if she knew what he meant by that question.

Reaching out she had grasped his hands into her own soft hold and began leading him out towards the Hanged Man. "Will you come with me?" She pleaded soon in her backwards stalk towards the door. "I want to go to the docks next!" She said excitedly with a light jump in her own shoes. Leliana didn't even think to have asked him why he had come here as she was truly happy he had since it gave them this time to spend with one another.

If Anders didn't fight against her and allowed to be led, she would have taken the lead or at least walked beside him the way down to the docks. The whole time she had been chatting away, and swaying to each side in her steps until she had lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders so she could have rested her head against his chest while they walked and this in a sense gave her more stability to walk normally.

"You know… I came here a lot after what had happened to you." She admitted towards him, even now she couldn't bring herself to say the word tranquil even when she was drunk. Her gaze had been set out to the setting horizon and even though it had been a stinging pain to have looked to the waters reflecting the sun she had done so anyways with little regard to her creeping headache. "I missed you…" She spoke out clearly and true, it might have even sounded as her voice sobered up within those three spoken words but it wasn't certain since she had been drinking far too much.

Anders wasn't certain if he really believed her moral support for him, but he had liked to have thought it was true. Of course that was difficult when being the person known for blowing up monumental buildings. It wasn't something he wanted to dwell on but it was cold truth he would have to accept for every breath he took.

As Leliana had draped over him again and continued to chatted away, Anders wasn't certain whether or not if he should have continued the particular discussion about the cherry stem. One free pass from a redheaded drunk would have seemed lucky enough in the eyes of most people. However, this was an emotional mage—not to be confused with those smart enough to shut their mouths—but in fact the only thing keeping him from actually speaking, was that Leliana had already made it her mission to drag him to a different location.

He pouted some, looking towards the bar stools as the entire scenery was fading from him. "But I'm thirsty…!"

The pout had seemed oddly childish enough, but it was truthful—though still ignored. He hadn't fought against her in anything these days; well except for one or two things. However, traveling wouldn't have to be one of them. He listened to her as she told him of her little get-away, which had seemed more like a secrete hiding spot for her. For the moment, he was pulled in a state of melancholy; merely relaxing and having her close to him while the thoughts of the earlier day continued to haunt him. Her words had pulled him from the thoughts before they ran too deep, and he turned towards her after she spoke.

"If you had missed me, why didn't you come see me?" He asked, unable to have restrained himself from speaking on the matter and quickly looked away from her the moment that the sentence had even left him.

"Wait-don't-answer-that. I don't want to know; I really don't." He quickly spoke and then sighed some, looking back up towards the sky. "I never thought I'd be something like that. Most mages would have accepted death quicker… Still. My point is, that though I became that, … I was still me."

Leliana parted her lips then as if to answer his question why she hadn't come to see him. But was quickly brought to silence before she could even get a word out. She didn't mind since it was a long story and remembering it had sobered her a bit. There were times she had wanted nothing more than to see him but she also had that fear of running to him in a fit of tears and hugging him. Even after a year she had broken down, she couldn't imagine what she would have been like a few days, weeks or months from hearing the news. All she wanted Anders to know now was that there wasn't a day that didn't go by that she didn't think of him and how she had wished she could have gotten her life back with him.

She sighed some upon looking away from the shimmering waters and to the more important things around her. Instead of leaning against the mage then she had reached for his hand as her fingers had traced at the palm of his hand in little invisible drawings. Eventually she reached for his same hand with her other and had rested the back of his hand to her palm as her eyes looked to the each line and detail in his hands while she continued her endless sweep of her fingers across the soft area. "You were always you to me; it's why I fought so hard to get you back… I couldn't let you live like that. But at times I wonder…" She started to say with a pause shaking her head. "If I was being selfish. I wanted so desperately to have you back and our life together back and I didn't even think of the consequences."

Looking down she had begun to bite down on her lip and she could have sworn she had tasted blood. But when she had reached up to check with her fingers wiping gently across her lower lip she had seen no trail of blood.

"I'm such a fool… I should have known you would somehow be able to come back to me." She said and within this time she began to turn towards him. Even though she hadn't looked up to him, she had still traced her fingers along his robes. "I'm sorry Anders, for everything." She soon whispered as she looked up from her lashes to him. Her hands were to his chest clenched at the fabric of his attire as she swanned her neck back enough in a bend and a tilted her head to one side as she leaned towards her tippy toes in a slow and captious movement to that of his lips but she hadn't greeted them yet with her touch in fear he would pull away.

"Anders… Kiss me…" She whimpered out towards him between her time of waiting for him her breathing had staggered and heightened, at first this was the only thing she could hear until her raised pulse and had brought it so her body closed in towards his but still she managed to hold her ground until he decided what to do from there.

Anders rested his head more towards the top of Leliana's own as she leaned more into him and searched for his hand. He listened to her explanations, though in truth he felt that he didn't really need them. Deep down, Anders knew that if there was even a slim possibility that a Tranquil could have been brought back that he would have attempted it for anyone.

Though, that was not the reason Anders was beside himself with conflict. It may have seemed even unfair for him to think so, but his resolve had been left a long time. The consequences shouldn't have led to her not seeing him if she wished to believe there had been a hope for him. However, most importantly, the involvement with Fenris shouldn't have occurred either based on the same grounds. While he wanted to have a quick form of forgiveness and tried to prepare for giving that, it just made the issue more difficult to do when her engagement ring was returned him within the same day that Anders had just "awoken" from his previous entrapment.

"You've always done what you believed was best…" He found himself interjecting; and learning for himself that it was more of a defensive statement.

He hadn't really acknowledged of when Leliana had come so close to him. He really hadn't been paying much attention to anything lately other than words and of what was going on in his own head. Anders had watched as Leliana had started to speak of her small regrets and it only had called for Anders to try and comfort her. Though when she had actually leaned forward, Anders had slightly leaned back. It wasn't as to have dodged her in truth; but more-so as to acknowledge that she was actually moving forward to him.

"Um..Leliana—" He had started to say, staring back down at her lips, but Leliana had already spoken to drown out anything he was thinking previously.

He was staring back down at her lips and with given the invitation there was nothing he would have wanted more. Anders stepped back slightly, almost as if to have been taking a running start, but his arms reached around her form to hold her close. Pressing her lips to his own, it was a rushed exchange, and he wasted no time sliding his tongue lightly across her bottom lip in a mild tease. When her lips had finally parted for him, he deepened the kiss and he moaned from the taste of alcohol still lingering from her mouth.

Leliana whined when she felt Anders start to move away from her. But she wouldn't have chased him, or at least she would have tried not to when he bent back away from her. She had understood why he had done so for more than one reason. She probably would have pulled away too if she was in his shoes. As soon as she saw this was a failed attempt on her part she had sighed and began to lower herself to a more proper stance in embarrassment in herself. But she hadn't gotten far as to her surprise she jolted back up against him once she felt his arms tighten around her.

She completely began to melt in his arms as her own slender arms had reached out towards his neck brought him in closer as well as herself. Leliana wasn't expecting their lips to meet, that when it had happened a surprised sound of pure happiness shifted between their meshed lips. It hadn't taken much longer after Anders tease that she had parted her lips and tauntingly danced her tongue across his own in frenzy.

"Anders." She called out in a soft moan as her back arched, causing her chest to press against his. "I love you, I love you I love you and I never stopped. Not for an instant." She quickly confessed. But even if she was drunk she was speaking the truth, clearly he could see this or so she had hoped so. Because the tears that had swelled in her eyes were for him, just as they had always been the second he had come back. She didn't want to hurt him and that's all it seemed what she was doing to him and it brought her to wonder if she was even worthy of his love anymore.

One of her legs at the time propped at Anders hip, she gave the mage a little grind of her hips against his own as soon within this time with him she couldn't fight her desires for him as she was able to earlier. She didn't care who may have saw them, all that had mattered to her was this moment, this time spent with him as long as Anders didn't back away she knew she knew everything was as it should have been.

Upon having Leliana separate him even for an instant, Anders had felt that he would have died. He wanted to have been kissing her more; needed to. There was so much that he had held back for an entire year, that had wanted to overflow in a rush. The thought of when he was Tranquil, and not even given the option to dream of Leliana's face anymore—from the moment that her image was even taken from him had chilled him to the bone. He was only able to gasp for air and soon returned back to leaving smaller kisses along her jaw as she continued to speak. He accepted it, and wanted to be lulled into whatever truth she wished to tell him. Her kiss had said more than enough, of how foolish it had been to have broken him so soon, and Anders quickly agreed.

He felt Leliana's leg hike up against him and Anders closed his eyes, giving a rather loud moan in response. Even the slightest touch would have caused him to tremble in lust. This was boarder-lining over stimulation at this point. His hands lowered back to her sides, where he rested one to her thigh and held her firmly to him. He started to lift Leliana quickly off of the ground and carried her towards one of the boats. He hadn't cared that with each step he took, he was getting his boots soaked. His gloved hands felt his grip slightly slipping, so he kept Leliana pinned against the wooden planks of the boat to help for leverage.

Leliana had looked to his eyes in full adoration for him. She had wanted nothing more than to keep this moment between them to last as long as she could prolong it. When she felt his kisses along her jawline is the time she closed her eyes and shifted her head to one side to allow him more access. During this time she had mumbled something indecipherable along the lines of his name and the soft moans that had followed after. She wasn't sure how just his kisses had ignited her from a flickering flame to an inferno, but he had always had this effect on her and in truth she wouldn't of had it any other way.

In any way to fight to have been slipped of the edge too quickly, she had reached for Anders and raveled her bare hands into his golden tresses. Unintentionally she started to pull him back every time she would get a sudden tickle from his stubble, or just simple touches.

Her whole body turned numb and when she had heard Anders joining her soon in her subtle cries she had only given a little smile until this was quickly taken away with Anders gathering her in his arms. Only a surprised squeal had passed her lips as she tightened her arms around his neck and allowed him to carry her where he had desired. She wasn't sure where this was, but when she soon heard the splashing of his feet stepping inside the water and she had looked to her side to see him walking out in the water without a single care. It was as if she immediately sobered as her eyes widened and her legs tightened around his torso to hold herself in place. She could feel the few splashes hit against her small areas exposed but as soon as she turned back to look to him, quickly her fear had diminished as she had trusted he knew what he was doing after she felt her back brush up against the planks.

She had went to say something to him as she had always done in such of these moments between them but her desire for him had caused her to lean forward to lay a hot tantalizing kiss to his lips. She hadn't parted but one of her hands from around his neck had released from there and began to slither down his chest, between them and her hot sex and to his more growing bulge where she had gently cupped and rubbed for attention. Upon feeling him though she had drifted their lips away in a strangled gasp as she had to turn her lips elsewhere for the time being and that only other place was his neck and jawline. Where her lips had separated enough to allow her teeth to nip and tug at his skin.

Anders groaned when he felt Leliana's hands making actual contact towards him. The groan had turned more into a hungry growl and upon shifting his head down towards her neck, his hips had thrust slightly forward; but only once for more attention. Looking towards the empty cannons holsters, Anders had spotted one of the windows to the lower levels of the boat still open. He carried her to the window to place her down onto it.

Leaving trails of light kisses down her neck and over the front of Leliana's shirt; his gloved hands remained at work in the attempt of removing the fastenings of her pants. It was a bit of a struggle due to the magical restraining gloves that he wore, but when he had finally gotten them removed, the fabric was tossed over his shoulder and practically into the ocean.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this… Or how much it tortured me with wanting you." Anders rasped and dropped his eyes more towards her underwear.

He slid his gloved hands along both of her thighs before sliding them inward to meet towards her center. After hooking two fingers around the fabric. He gently slid her underwear off; letting it to have fallen into the water next to him in order to have been just as forgotten as the jeans. Though Anders hadn't hesitated in tracing his gloved fingers over the newly exposed skin. He wished that he could have touched her there with his own fingers, but this was done as a safety precaution.

Leliana had tried focusing on pleasing Anders with all he had given her, every touch she wanted to return every kiss and grind against his hips. But this was so difficult for her as she was being driven mad by his touch and hypnotized by the sound of his voiced tones had made. She hadn't felt Anders movements then towards the opening window until she had been placed on the platform. She blinked some and began to look down between them to see what exactly she was sitting on, when she saw it was part of a ship her eyes had widened and she had almost jumped off and back into Anders arms. Though she didn't get this far.

Her attention went towards Anders cupped hands at her hips, and here she had finally put the pieces together and smiled softly to the thought. At least he didn't rip the fabric or burn holes in it, even if he couldn't like the last time they had been apart for such a long period of time. Once her pants were removed, she went to reach out for them so she could place them safely to the side of her, but Anders had already thrown them out to the sea in which brought her mouth to drop.

"Anders!" She exclaimed in a gasp as she had watched from afar for her pants began to float away and beyond where she could no longer take sight of them. In her distraction she hadn't felt her underwear being removed, but her hips still shifted to help him in what way they could before the cold air breezing across her briskly rear end brought her to full alert. In a shiver she had looked down, only to be shocked a second time of her underwear being tossed aside like a useless piece of garment. She had tried to chase after it with her outreached arm which had not only brought her to fail in this but also moan instantly when she had felt his touch against her already dampened folds.

Reaching down Leliana had taken his hand that was free of any wandering and began poking at the glove. "I want to feel all of you." She spoke softly as she began to lean in and press her brow against his in a gentle push. Leliana didn't make any movements to have removed the gloves as she wanted his approval first, she had trusted him and believed she was safe in his presence but she still had wanted him to be comfortable with it. While waiting for a response, both of her hands cupped to each side of him under his robes and searched for his pants where she had begun unfastening each annoying button and binding belt before slipping them down along with his undergarments down his legs.

"Much better…" She mused in an alluring tone as her hands hadn't bothered to stop here as she scooted in as closely as she could, even if that meant sliding off the windows ledge and stepping in towards him as she began reaching out for his cock in a gentle grasp. Her fingers had only been but a tease against him, after all she had to get the mage back for carelessly tossing aside her clothing. What was she supposed to do now when they had returned to the Keep? In more of this thought she had hiked her leg back to his hip as she centered the tip of his member against her tempting entrance. Even though she had wanted to allow him in, she didn't and instead pulled away quickly when it had seemed she would have given them each such pleasure. She had almost slinked from this in her own set of pitiful whimpers as she turned his length to her clitoris in hopes she wouldn't have withered away as quickly.

"They won't get far…" Anders responded back in his huskier tone. He hadn't paid much attention to Leliana's shout; though. There just hadn't been enough time in between his actions to do so; and he was not going to deter his attention from the current object for anything. He was attempting in burying his face more towards her chest to leave tender kisses and nips along her neck.

Though when Leliana had taken his other hand, Anders had leaned slightly back as to give her the attention she had been needing. It was the gloves she had mentioned and he had given a sheepish grin to the thought. In truth, he had wanted to touch her without the gloves, but after some of the things that had already happened beyond his control, Anders really didn't want to test it.

He kissed her, leaning in as he had noticed that she was leaning in closer towards him. The mage didn't want her to have to slide all the way off, but she was moving fast. Though at the moment, Anders had been lost in between the crushing movement of his lips along hers. His head had tilted back only to turn slightly and catch a moment's breath before leaning back to her in another moment of passion. Freeing his hands from hers, he had attempted to lift her shirt, the sound of buckles and snaps coming undone. Soon to follow afterwards had been the feeling of the cold air striking at his legs.

By then, the fleeting thought passed his mind of his clothes also getting soaked due to the cold water at their feet. Anders closed his eyes and felt his forehead soon drop down towards her shoulder. His arms had lowered towards Leliana's ass once he had felt her hike her leg up against his waist. The most interesting part of hers was rubbing up against one of his own, and from feeling the intense contact he took in a sharp breath.

"Leliana—" His words whimpered as his grip around her buttocks had momentarily tightened from his display of needing her.

The vain thought of her possibly torturing him at this point was enough to have caused his lean towards her to have increased; but at the same time he had to try and keep her slightly back. Anders had wanted so much to have just thrown her back against the ship in the fury of a drunken sailor that had only the sea to view for as long as Anders had been tranquil. Though if he did, he wasn't certain if either he or Leliana would have even recovered, and Anders had current trouble with his healing abilities.

His right hand lifted away from her momentarily; only have smacked his opened palm against the wooden ship in his momentary conflict. Once his head had lifted back up, his voice had even rasped from his struggle. "Maker's Breath!—You've got to stop driving me crazy…"

Reaching back down, he picked Leliana up and placed her back onto the wooden window sill, and casted a quick grin back up towards her. "Just let me have this, this once."

The mage had rested his hands back towards her waist as he started to kiss her stomach, in order to leave a trail back downward and in a few kisses more towards each of her thighs. His lips parted as he had started to finally trail his tongue along the end of Leliana's clit. He wouldn't have attempted his touch with his gloved fingers though; at least not yet for something like this. He would have rather tasted all that he could of her. So, his mouth had covered over the delicate nub, and with traces of patterns and firm strikes against it, he attempted in warming Leliana's body up more to him.

Leliana glanced down between their close bodies as if her eyes were outlining the structure of his body while one of her hands had traced to his shoulder in little circles and side to side swept motions. She was lost in him, just by the sight of him so close to her again had almost seemed too good to be real. Leliana had just hoped and prayed in the back of her mind that this was the last time they had seen troubles that had almost pulled them apart. He was her other half and it wasn't until they were brought back together when she had felt whole again.

Through their joined kiss of passion, Leliana had smiled when she had not only heard Anders sharp breath but also the call of her name from his lips. She had no idea how long she had waited for him to just speak her name in that exact way. But when it had been spoken she had only pressed herself harder against him while her grasp around him tightened to where she had held to his shoulder. "Don't ever leave me again." She soon voiced out to him somewhere in between her pulling back from his lips shortly in the middle and end she had cried in soft joyous sounds.

Between this time of their frenzy, Leliana had taken full grasp of Anders length and with the tip still gently pushed to her warmth she had begun sliding her hand in a rhymatic motion back and forth. She had no idea why she was torturing him anymore, since it was doing just that to her as well. But there was also the point to show Anders how badly she had wanted him without engaging fully. She needed to let him feel her first and that had come along with it, her already wetness which she could have already felt staining her thighs and how inviting and better that it could be if she had done what she was doing now, prolonging it.

She had been in another world when she had heard Anders slam of his palm against the siding of the boat and with it brought her to jump right out of her skin and look to him with question. It wasn't until he had spoken that she blinked a few times and giggled lightly in her tease. "So I still know how to drive you mad… Huh?" She asked in a sultry tone of voice. Even though all her actions stilled she had regained them quickly again when her muscles relaxed and she could resume taunting the poor mage with rubbing his most sensitive part of his cock against her own.

While she had tried to lean into him to meet their lips, she couldn't and was brought back to the window still. After he had spoken to her a second time, a pout had come over her and even if she had wanted to tease him more she had known she had done enough. This one time, of a many of times she would allow her mage to do what he wanted to her, she had missed his touches far too much not to allow him.

She watched him as her bright eyes held such a deep desire for him, she couldn't hold back any form of sound that had flowed out of her lips whether it being a simple sigh to a gasped out moan just by that of his kisses across her. One of her hands had reached out for his blonde hair as she closed her eyes and all that was left was her imagining where he was going next.

It soon had become too much for her to take and in her arousal that she didn't think could grow any further had and she had to at least stable herself with resting down slightly. But to her surprise this had given Anders more room to work with upon her pulsating nub when she shifted, her hips had shifted in more of a tilt towards him. Leliana had let out a pant and had grasped onto anything she could take hold of whether that being Anders hair, which she wouldn't have tugged onto forcibly for fear of hurting him. So her second choice was the window still she was resting on, that she would have used as not only a brace but also to drive her fingernails into.

Soon her legs tightened around Anders when she had felt her muscles clench and release repeatedly, and her skin protruded little goose bumps all over her body. Within her where she had wanted Anders most was where the storm was brewing as she could have felt those tight quarters vice as if wanting to have grabbed around something, anything and not let go when she was to release. "A-An-Anders…" She soon called out, not caring who would have heard her for it was all about them, and their moment with one another and nothing else had mattered. "P-Please… Y-Your driv-ing me o-overboard." She pleaded in her explanation in a joke that was so close to the truth than it ever could have been. Her yearning for him was probably the highest it had ever been and all she had wanted was to be joined with him as she knew he wanted to be with her.

Anders had focused his tongue more over Leliana's tender nub until she had cried out in a surging answer to him. He didn't want to have ended his exercise over her this soon though. He wanted each of his senses enlightened of her; from the touch to the taste. Gliding his tongue downward, he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue in towards Leliana's center and licked at her inner walls. Anders decided that his fingers would have been too rough for this, and so he continued the gentle massage more with his tongue. Sensing her body trembling from the pleasure against him caused a mischievous smirk to have returned.

Though he would have continued, Leliana had already rushed him from the previous touches she had given to him. So he collected just enough of her juice to the point that he had felt satisfied and left a slightly more forceful kiss over her clit before lifting his head. He hit his head from the top of the window just from resurfacing too fast. The solid thud due to the connection of the wooden exit and his head caused him to wince a little and almost curse. He shook his head looked above him before starting to laugh.

Straightening back a bit, Anders had carefully slid Leliana closer towards him, but made a point for her to have been careful. "Maybe a bed would have been more forgiving than a ship."

Sliding himself carefully in at last, his hands glided from along her thighs and up towards her back. For the moment he had just held her there as his moan escaped from him to tickle her ear. His hardness had fit her so well. He couldn't imagine himself for holding back nearly as long as he had already done. Tilting his head to towards her cheek, Anders had left small and gentle kisses, in a trail back towards her mouth.

"I hope this means you're taking me back…?" He mentioned in a slight tease, though there still had been a mild question to it, since he was already beginning to rock his hips against hers.

Leliana couldn't stop her body from jerking more into the warmth of his slick lips and strong tongue or twitching away when she had thought she couldn't take anymore. She tried not to clench her legs around his neck or head to tightly in fear she would have harmed him, instead she curled her toes and bent her knees tightly until calves had met thighs. She heard her sounds increasing and to somehow die out the sounds she reached up with one of her hands and placed her fingers between her teeth in a tight clench if she didn't she knew she would have been even louder than what she was and in truth she didn't want any interruptions between their time together.

When she felt him stop at last she also felt herself holding her breath as each muscle in her body was so tense it felt like they were on the verge of breaking. How he had done this to her unlike anybody else was a mystery to her at times, but she wouldn't have had it any other way. When she saw Anders moving to situate himself above her Leliana reached out with open arms as her legs resituated to his hips. She was about to lead him more closely towards her but when she had seen him hit his head on the edge of the ship her eyes widened and she started to reach for the spot for a loving touch to kiss if it was reachable. "Silly man…" She whispered upon leaning back to her previous position. "But I hear making love on a ship is the best."

Leliana then smiled towards Anders in her explanation as she reached from his own inflicted wounded spot and cupped along his jawline where her fingernails had scratched at his facial hair and pulled gently at his skin to coach him down towards her. When she had finally felt him nestle himself near her entrance she had tried not to seem to needy to move too forcibly, that she had let that been his decision to decide when to push in… And when he had she couldn't have been any more complete when she felt him enter her so gently and lovingly like she remembered. She couldn't tether down the moan that had whined out for her or the raising arch of her back that joined her chest to his. But every sound was soon cut short from her when she felt his lips join hers and a perfect time to have done so.

Once her rolled closed came to an open and had fixated upon Anders, she had smiled to him and given a short nod. "Oh yes, of course. If you'll have me-Oh Anders!" She wailed in her elevating aspirated breaths and moans after she felt his hips bouncing against hers. Leliana would have finished but every time she had tried to part her lips only a sound of pure pleasure had escaped them instead of the words of love she had wanted to assure him with.

Each thrust he had put in her she had felt what freedom her breasts had to bounce in the force against her shirt, and even though she had known she was already too close to the point to her peak just if Anders had just moved in the right sway she still had the urges of wanting more that her body soon complied and her legs bent as far back as the could go comfortably, which caused her hips to roll in effect to this. Almost immediately she had felt him spear into her core even more deeply than before and in wanted to provide Anders with the up most of attention she could, that she had begun to drop her arm from his neck and reach behind her leg and in the crash of their hips her soft fingers soon danced across a familiar soft area, his scrotum. She was gentle of course when she cupped the area as she didn't want to startle Anders in anyway, but after she had gotten his attention she started to massage and roll them within the palm of her hand.

Leliana tried to block the moans that came with it by biting down onto her lower lip but she soon found out this wasn't sufficient and instead pulled herself slightly up and Anders down with one arm towards her by the neck to join their lips. It was a mess of a collision, she was kissing his lips and the lining of his lips then biting down onto his pout gently and tugging it. But when she had felt a surge of pins and needles course through she only to returned to his lips sensually with dancing her tongue around the edges until he parted his own to allow her in.

It was like making love to her for the first time all over again. How he wanted to have been in a rush and struggling himself to keep from alarming her, and how at the same time he had still felt a little bit of nervousness or fear. He didn't want her to leave him; not again. So, he attempted to do everything within his abilities to show—to prove that he had been the more appropriate lover for Leliana. After all, she had belonged to him first, and he intended to make sure that every time was going just as wonderful (if not, then better) than the next.

He hadn't notice from when Leliana had him cupped securely from underneath, and wouldn't have really cared as long as –well as long as nothing was squeezed probably. He was already on a slow growing frenzy that was causing a growl to emit from the back of his throat. The more that he was colliding with her the more that found Leliana was moving against him. She had felt too good to him, that it had to have been some sort of an illusion.

The waves had been crashing against the back of his legs; reminding him of the water temperature once in a while. Though that hadn't really mattered much; other than his ability to have kept his balance, and with Leliana slightly changing her position in order to get comfortable, it brought up a mild debate within himself of whether or not he should have paused in his actions. Even if he did, Leliana certainly wouldn't have and that just left it all for the better.

"Leliana…! Maker! …Oh—Maker—wha… What are you doing?" He couldn't even wrap his thoughts around how Leliana was able to bend.

He finally had melted down and allowed his senses to have taken over him. His hips had been pulling back only to rush back in and fill her as fast and quick as his body was able to allow. He was huffing, and holding her tight in between grasping one of her breasts to have held it steady and seeking an angled opening towards her neck. It wasn't until moments later had his body nearly given out and in his ecstasy, all of his frustration and moments of holding back had come in a harsh rush.

He moaned, loud enough to have mingled his voice with her own; and was still moving his hips against hers even after the first climax. Trailing his tongue along her neck, Anders kissed towards her ear and started to breathe in his warm breath. He hadn't said anything though; since his concentration had called for it. After all, at this point, his cock had been tender, and he didn't want to have stopped yet. Anders lowered his left hand back towards Leliana's thighs and clutched on tightly to her inner left for more support.

"I need more of you, Love." He spoke in between heated rasps and his movements. "Oh, so much more…"

Leliana didn't want him to stop, not ever if they could have ever lasted that long. She wasn't certain how she had even pushed him away the first time, because by just his touch and how she knew how much he loved her she wanted nothing more than to be locked with him in his arms and in his love. No one could compare to what they had, or at least so she believed. It was probably what most had believed when being this in love with someone. Leliana was just happy to have him back, since she couldn't imagine a lifetime without him the year he was gone from her life was hard enough.

Leliana was pleased he didn't react badly when she did fondle him in other ways. Even though the area was slickened with her juices and now coated partially over her hand she didn't care. She used that substance to gently magnify her touch against him. But every time he moved she found her hand slipping quickly only to grasp again in a soft hold.

She heard the waves but not only this but also the creaking of the wood behind her. A part of her was worried her and his weight would have broken something and then they both would have fallen into the cold waters, but it was only a small fear lived only shortly as she soon heard Anders question towards her. Through her gasps and biting down on the inner of her cheek she had chuckled innocently at last and begun to release the mages more sensitive area and went to wrap her arm around his back. "Oh you know… Moving." She teased in a winch due to Anders deeper penetration hitting something and almost causing her to run away from the pleasure spot.

"Do you like it?" She soon asked towards his ear in a whisper, she turned her head when she felt his body come more closely towards hers and in her blinded haze she placed kiss after kiss to his cheek leading up to his ear where her already parted lips thanks to her produced sounds to latched onto his ear lobe and gave a gentle tug and suckle. Even though she had wanted to give the spot a loving touch she had quickly pulled away when she felt her peak climbing quicker than she imagined. She tried to stop it by burying her face into the side of his neck as she spoke out in broken words. "A-Anders… I-I can't hold on much longer…"

Her legs tightened around him as if some form of holding on so she wouldn't have climaxed. But Anders had known her to well and was so experienced that she couldn't even if she had wanted to. Even if she thought she had grasp all that was lost when he released inside of her and in unison of feeling that rush impact her she squirmed and moaned out his name. All she had felt from there was her inner walls tightening like they hadn't done so in over a year as somehow more discharge from both of their fluids mingling forced some of hers out to make room.

Leliana sighed and was almost about to collapse to the window pane in an exhausted state. But then she had felt it, or more so him moving again above her. Leliana whimpered as her body had trembled as a part of her had wanted to push him away since she was still recovering but it also had felt so good that she invited it to continue. "Anders?" She asked and began to reach up for him with her cleaner hand as it was placed to the side of his features. "I love you b-but what are you doing?" It was a stupid question but she wasn't thinking clearly with all the sensations coming back to her in another way she didn't believe possible and the only way to release was for her lips to let out what she was feeling inside.

From hearing her confusion, Anders began to wonder if his movements were a little too harsh at this point. Though it had just seemed too perfect for him not to continue. He needed that pent-up stamina returned anyhow, and didn't want her… Well frightened. So, Anders had started to slow down in his roughness and pace, but not to the point of where it would have stopped completely. He lifted his eyes, looking towards the window pane. His left hand that had been at first resting behind Leliana had risen towards her shoulder. The mage held the front of her body so close that breasts were pressed up against his chest.

"I never meant to lead you away from me." He rasped in between his movements. Tears had started to swell in his eyes from the thought of it, but even so, he was still rocking his hips against hers. "And there's been so much I wanted to do and say, but I couldn't. I want you to be mine again, and I intend to... Even if that means baptizing you in every ounce of our lust."

He closed his eyes and lowered his head more towards her shoulder as he attempted to wipe away what tears that he felt. After all, he really didn't want Leliana to have noticed that part about him. So, he attempted to pause for a moment, and masked his minor sob over with a more seductive growl.

"Which I've been waiting to do for an entire year." He mentioned before returning his lips back towards the bottom of her earlobe and suckled it between his teeth.

In between his movements, he was feeling his manhood stretching back towards its prepared service once more, and in response to this, Anders had moaned while blindly lowering his lips down towards the softness of Leliana's neck. His responsive moans had been muffled once he exposed his pearly whites against her flesh and lightly bit and ran his tongue over the mark. It was a love-bite, and one of many that Anders was intending to have left on Leliana before the night was done.

Leliana's neck swanned upon feeling their friction. She didn't want him to stop but when he had she soon opened her tightly shut eyes and looked to him with a concerned look. She wondered if she had said the wrong thing which she would have fixed quickly if it brought him to resume back to his previous pace. Leliana enjoyed his slower one as it was more sensual and gave them each the time to adjust and do other things while in their moment but her urges for him were far too high for this. So when he slowed it didn't stop she whimpering sound to quietly come from her lips and bounce off Anders own.

She was about to meet their lips to coach him on in a tempting kiss but he spoke before this had happened it had brought her to blink and look to him with concern. She didn't want him to think it was his fault what had happened, what happened and for a reason and what she wanted him to know she wasn't going anywhere ever again. "I love you Anders, I'm so, so sorry for putting you through any pain. It was never your fault for what happened. You had no control over it."

Even though she couldn't see his face after he bent in towards her shoulder she still had spoken to him between kisses she had rested on his neck and shoulder. "I promise from now on I'm always yours… But I expect to make up for everything, including that lost time."

After she felt his pace resuming she felt inner walls stretching to his reforming girth, her once pants had transformed back to the uncontrollable moans. As her hands scraped and tugged at his restricting robes that were still conflicting and in the way. If she ever had wished to be a mage it would have been now so she could have easily used element magic to get his clothing off. Since she couldn't do this, her hands could touched his skin and traced the places she loved to during such times. But all she could do was teasingly touch outside the fabric with her palms and dancing fingertips.

"Why did I wait for even a minute?" She asked in a breathed tone it wasn't certain if the question was towards him or more spoken for her as began to reach up towards the mage to guide him down to her lips, but before meshing them she spoke one last time reminiscing on the thought. "Even a minute…"

Anders couldn't have agreed more with her words. The moaning he had given was getting louder and the slapping of his form colliding to hers echoed in between them. How much he had wanted to have done more to her; to have had her breasts exposed and show all of the attention he could from what position that he was being held in, but he wanted her modesty protected from any prying eyes in some form.

Granted, that did seem a little backwards since they were outside and having sex harder and louder than any sailor currently on the docks, but Leliana was still covered from exposing her most noticeable nudity due to Anders's current positioning.

The door from the ship inside of the cabin had opened, but Anders hadn't heard it. Even if he had, he wouldn't have stopped. His lips had finally lifted from her neck once he felt the right moment of have increased his pace again. The mage was turning harder and more rough—well at least until the tapping on the glass of the window.

He finally opened his eyes and looked up to see one of the sailors that must have been woken up from the –well the boat rocking so much. Judging from the shouts and angry scowls that the man had, Anders could determine that he wasn't too happy. The mage leaned back some and looked back towards Leliana with a broadened grin; figuring that they probably should have found their own room after all.

"Well, this has been fun. Think you can walk? Probably not." He answered himself pretty quickly but was still allowing himself to have teased her in minor thrusts in between leaning back and removing his viscount coat.

He eventually had to pull himself away in order to have wrapped Leliana up with the coat. Then –not too long after having to pull up his pants—Anders grasped Leliana's face in both of his hands before giving her a quick kiss. From the opened corner of his eye, he could see the sailor reaching for his long blade, and that had definitely been the mage's que to start escaping. He gathered Leliana into his arms after she was covered with the robe; and he turned to escape. Anders carried Leliana with him across the beach and back towards Kirkwall, despite the brandished hard-on in his pants had shown.

Leliana had leaned back from her curved up position after feeling Anders had positioned himself more diagonally in between her. She tried to separate her legs more for him, but she had only gotten a few inches before clenching them back to Anders waist due to being quickly startled by the tapping on the window. She wouldn't have heard it probably if she wasn't so close and her senses were heightened to a new level. She was about to poke at Anders arm since she was in no position to look behind her without accidentally hurting herself or Anders.

Thankfully though Anders had opened his eyes and through each pant she tried to suppress she had watched his facial expression to see if it had changed to that of a shocked one due to seeing someone behind the window. None came though, only one of his goofy grins and she had rolled her eyes some to his adorableness and attempted to reach out to him to bring him back to her. But just as her hand had clenched at his attire he spoke and she had given him another odd look due to her confusion.

"I think I can walk… Why?" She asked in a whine as she had felt his simple last thrusts, her legs tried to wrap around him to keep him in place as she didn't want him to leave not yet… Why now? But to her surprise her legs were weaker than she thought and Anders slipped from them with ease.

"So mean…" She pouted as she felt the coat being handed her way and had taken it with open arms to put it on to hide her lower figure. When she folded and tucked the coat she had then started to look up to Anders upon hearing his rustle to have gotten his pants on and walk forward. She reacted in surprise when he grabbed her face but once their lips met her features quickly relaxed to that of a calm one as her own hands reached out towards him to hold onto his strong arms that she could have finally felt with the bareness of her hands.

When Anders moved away, Leliana had scooted off the window pane and at last and this is when she had finally seen why Anders was so eager to leave. The man inside. Leliana's eyes widened as she pointed to the person in her shock and asked. "How much did he see?" Though none of this had mattered since it was already seen and they were out in public. This made her groan and shake her head, if this man had seen then how many others had as well? That's all Kirkwall needed was to see there Queen making love on the beach. Even if she had run this city alongside Anders it didn't make it anymore right, since an innocent child could have witnessed it.

In their brief escape Leliana didn't only have that on her mind, she also had thought of Fenris and how she would have told him about choosing Anders. The elf had been through much losing two people he loved before caring for her. All she hoped was she hadn't run into him when they first entered the Keep. It would have looked badly coming back wrapped up in Anders coat and possibly "bed-head"… OH! Bed head… She needed to fix that. Just in case. Before they reached the door she quickly turned to Anders and with one arm still wrapped tightly around her, she used the other to have fixed the mishaps she had caused to the style of his hair. She might have looked crazy to Anders but it was one less thing for people to question when they had gotten to the Keep.

"Just one more piece…" She whispered as she smoothed out the final sprung out piece back down. It wasn't perfect but it was better than it had looked. Afterwards she then tried to look up to her own hair by glancing up, but knowing she couldn't see much than what dangled in front of her brow, she only blindly ran her hand through her long crimson tresses. "Alright, how about a race?" She teased in a little stick of her tongue out at him which finished off in a wink. Upon turning around in a twirling jump she had faced the Keeps door once more and opened it enough for them both to walk through. "Whoever gets there first wins… Something…" She wasn't sure what but it sounded appealing enough, whatever it was the terms could have been made when they got to the room. "On the count of three…" She instructed before chanting "One… Two… Thr—"

But she didn't finish as she had quickly sprinted off down the entry hall and towards the rooms, their room. She hadn't thought of Fenris being there, usually he stayed up late up late working or either drinking. Hopefully this was the case this night too.

Anders had watched as Leliana began to fix her hair in a rushed attempt, once they landed back in the Keep. He couldn't help but to have chuckled some at seeing her frustrated on something he was going to inflict on her a second or even third time. When she had questioned him and prepared herself for the race, he had moved to join her. The two ran down the hallway; at least to a certain point where Anders had finally swooped down and picked her up. Anders laughed at his own triumph upon twirling himself and Leliana in the hallway before opening the door to the main room.

From inside of the bedroom, Fenris had the fire place lit. He was sitting in front of it and staring into the flames. There was no surprise that there was a bottle of wine in his hands though; but one of the main surprises (well, at least to Anders) was that he was in the room with only a fluffy black fur robe. Anders couldn't help but to have felt his arms slightly tighten a bit more around Leliana's form.

"So… This was your idea of settling things… It would have been easier if you had just said you were leaving me." Fenris spoke after a while but he hadn't turned towards them. He tilted the bottle up all the way up to the ceiling and started to chug down the liquid.

"You knew it wouldn't have lasted, Fenris." Anders answered the elf's shoulder.

"I knew." Fenris retorted and at last stood up. He turned around; at first looking towards Leliana in Anders's arms and then rocked the bottle of wine in both of his hands as he started to approach them.

Anders lowered Leliana down and started to take his step ahead of her. His eyes glanced up towards the ceiling and then to the floor before looking back at the elf. "So… You've been drinking this whole time, haven't you?"

Fenris's eyebrows flinched into a narrow back at Anders and he waved the bottle slightly back up towards his lips. "Maybe I am… or maybe I am!"

Anders shrugged and stepped back. "Hey, I was just going to ask where you've been stashing it."

Leliana had thought she was ahead of this race to the room but soon found out she wasn't when Anders snatched her up in his arms. Her eyes widened and she grabbed onto any spot she could for support and the only place that was Anders neck. Soon she joined him in his cheerful laughter, she couldn't remember the last time she was this happy and she never wanted it to go away. To show her gratitude she looked towards Anders when he stopped to the door and began to lean in towards his cheek where she rested a soft kiss to the center of it before whispering as she pulled away. "How about I treat you to a little dance once we're in there?"

When the door had opened finally Leliana hadn't looked in even when she had heard the crackling fire from inside. Her upmost attention was on Anders, where it should have been. At least that was until it was pulled away by when she heard a stronger voice had filled the room and brought Leliana to jump and turn her head to look in the direction of which it came. No doubt it was Fenris but when she had seen him, or more so the back of his head she couldn't stop the knot in her chest forming. Even if she wanted to speak when he did talk to her, she couldn't when she parted her lips nothing had come out.

She just hoped he didn't turn around that in this thought she began to chant the three words in her head. "Don't turn around, Don't turn around, Don't turn around."

Then he turned around, she looked away as if she was ashamed to have looked at him. After all this wasn't the way she wanted Fenris to have found out. Her in Anders arms, coming to a room they shared, it was possible he already knew what they had planned to do. What they already had done.

After she was set down, Leliana's arms tightened around her form as if trying to hide behind Anders viscount robe. Her hopes were that he wouldn't ask why she was wearing them. Fenris didn't need two shocks in one night. In her approach to him in concern Leliana had tried to look up to him the best she could with the strongest front she had as she finally parted her lips. "I'm sorry Fenris… I just didn't want to hurt you… I really was going to think on it, but things changed"

During this time she dropped one of her wrapped hands from her and reached out towards Fenris's wine bottle to grab the neck of it. "You shouldn't be drinking… Nor should we be talking about this when you're drunk." She explained in a soft tug. Even though she had no room to talk she had been drinking all night too, but now with a clearer head she knew it wasn't a sensible thing to do not when emotional… "We can talk tomorrow when you have some rest and we all have clearer heads…"

In between the few gulps of wine Fenris had, he lowered he bottle and reached up with the back of his opposite hand to wipe away the access from the corners of his mouth. Taking a small pause towards Leliana's voice, the elf scoffed and scanned his eyes towards the smallest corner of the bedroom.

"Well, isn't that ironic…" He asked and finally tilted his head up towards her with an obviously tired expression. "When have I ever seemed to be the coddled type, woman? I've dealt with worse. All I wanted was your certainty."

"Yes, well, you've gotten it. Though, I don't think it was in the form you wanted; judging from the interior..." Anders mentioned almost in a light-hearted tone while looking back at the room's warrior-remnants laying around.

Again Fenris had scoffed and started to turn. He walked towards the exit, but he had felt the tug on his precious bottle—the only thing that was keeping him mellow at the moment. The elf didn't hear Leliana's suggestions. In fact, he didn't want to hear them. In his drunken stupor, Fenris reared back his arm; jerking the wine bottle free from Leliana's grasp and within one swinging motion, he turned and threw it all completely into the fire.

"Where do you get off in telling me what to do?" Fenris demanded in his glare towards her. The flames behind him lapped at the alcohol once it landed into the pit and started to spread higher in length along the chimney. They mostly had just been lucky that there wasn't much left in the bottle. It left an even darker shadow across Fenris's features as he continued. "My head has been clear this entire time…!"

"Damn it, Fenris-!" Anders started to say once he began to move forward and started to remove one of the gloves.

However, Fenris hadn't given Anders much room to react to any spells. The elf's body quickly glowed as he turned towards Anders and reared back his elbow.

"And you—" Fenris mentioned just before shoving his arm through Anders's chest. Anders doubled over Fenris's arm as the elf's hand clutched some kind of organ. He started to squeeze it like a stress-ball and growled in a low tone. "The only reason that you're even alive is because it was allowed."

Fenris then removed his arm from Anders's body and headed to the bedroom door's exit. From the floor, Anders crawled down into the fetal position; still gasping for what air that he could at the moment. It wasn't like Anders sober-wake up-call; he hadn't even gotten the chance to drink yet! He groaned, rolling on the floor and still clutching where there was supposed to have been a wound—but it was already healed.

Leliana stumbled forward some when Fenris snatched the bottle out of her grasp and threw it in the flame. Reflectively she hunched over and raised her arms defensively towards the flames in fear the inferno would explode to a higher and longer range than it had. With only her eyes closed she heard Fenris and with it her heart sank. "Fenris… I'm just worried about you is all… Clearly you can see that!?" She fiercely spoke back to him, it was probably the first time she had. Fenris was there for her and this is how she repaid him. Just like she practically betrayed Anders, she had also done it to Fenris.

Over Fenris's shoulder Leliana had looked to Anders to see him removing one of his gloves and in fear she had tried to reach him before it was another reoccurring act of what had happened earlier. Though she hadn't gotten two steps in due to Fenris's quicker movements towards the mage. It was as she feared, another fight. Or at least what she had thought to have been a fight.

Leliana reached out her arm to each of them just as before to hope to stop what was to come as she shouted out to both. "No don't!" It wasn't until Fenris's arm impaled Anders chest that all her fears of losing him again hit her like a ton of bricks and with it brought her to run to both man and elf.

"Fenris, please—" She choked in a sob towards him as she felt herself on the verge of breaking down into tears. Leliana was to scarce at that time to look to Anders, to see the lifeless that may have been filling them as she tried to manipulate Fenris to let go. She couldn't imagine losing him again, Fenris wouldn't have done this to her would he?

Leliana hardly heard Fenris's words to Anders, but she quickly noted the moment he pulled his hand free from Anders chest. When his collapse to the ground consisted of a gasp for air she couldn't have been more relived, as she quickly knelt down with haste beside him. "Anders!" She called out just as she was reaching him she had protectively draped an arm across his back in a embrace. "Your, okay… Thank the Maker. I thought I was going to lose you again." She admitted upon looking up to the door which Fenris left from and began to frown to it in disappointment that Fenris had even acted in such a way.

"I'm sorry Anders, this is my entire fault." She admitted softly as she took grasp of his forearm and began to help him up and to the bed if he had desired to have done so. "Is there anything I can get you? A drink, open a window, anything?" She panicked as she begun to look around the room for anything else he would have wanted.

"—Never better—" Anders gasped; still clutching his stomach while Leliana had helped him back up to the bed. He tried to calm his breathing just so that he could do so normally again. It was then he decided that Fenris must have grabbed one of his lungs to use as a plushy-doll. "Nothing like—a near-death experience to wake a person up…"

He stumbled towards the bed with Leliana's help. Rolling back the covers, he fell into the mattress and looked back up at her. Anders smiled and seeing how panicked she had been all for his sake. She really had worried too much; although Anders wasn't entirely sure whether or not Fenris would have actually carried out the act of killing him.

After thinking on it, he knew that by now Fenris certainly had the time; and considerably even the means to have done it. So, not that Anders would have really wished to test the theory, he didn't believe Fenris would have attempted to kill him in that particular manner. Torture—maybe; but not death.

He reached up towards Leliana's arm and smiled up at her from the pillows. "Leliana, all that I need is you with me right now."

After coaxing her to lay down with him, Anders was finally able to spoon next to Leliana and gain some much needed sleep for the night.

There had been some buzzing rumors around the Keep the next morning. There was talk about the docks having some extra excitement during the moonlit night, that Anders had been returning and planning to focus more on his battle strategies, and that Fenris was leaving the Kirkwall, in search of Alistair and his men.

So, at the stables, where the elf was preparing to leave, there had been a small group of the servants who had still wished to send off their farewells. Fenris was seen brushing down a tall brown mare that he was planning to take on his journey when a small family of the castle servants had appeared with a small boxed lunch and a bottle of rice wine for him to take on the trip.

"Don't say that." She groaned, Leliana would have given the mage a push to the shoulder just for that comment of near-death experience. Even if it was true this was one memory she would have liked to wipe clean out of her memory banks. "I'm just glad he didn't hurt you. Well at least too badly, right?"

Leliana watched intently and helped where she could with getting Anders comfortable under the covers. Within the time of Anders reaching for her caused her to smile to the touch and began to slip her arm until she grasped her hand with his in a firm hold. She could still feel herself trembling from the fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins, which she had immediately tried to hide this by taking her other hand and cupping it to the back of his. She quickly smiled upon hearing his statement of just needing her and she couldn't deny him that for one moment longer as she let go of his hand and began to pull back the covers so she could have climbed in with him after she had undressed completely down. "I think I can do just that." She finally replied and once she had felt his embrace around her it brought a smile to her lips as she was finally able to relax and get some rest alongside him.

The next morning after waking up Leliana had quietly snuck out of bed in hopes she wouldn't have woken Anders. From there she rummaged through the room, gathering a fresh pair of attire to wear and in a quick hop she had slid each garment on and silently left the room after giving Anders a quick peck to his cheek in his slumber.

Leliana was in search of only one person, that being Fenris. She would have gone to him last night to talk but after one excitement to the next she was too exhausted and once Anders body heat had gotten to her she was fast asleep before she could have gone anywhere. She just hoped he hadn't left within the night, since she still wanted to talk to him civilly about what had happened.

Once she had found out where Fenris was located after asking multiple people and getting not just where he was but also of the rumors she had blushed immediately and ran off to the stables before the staff could have asked her about her flourished look. Soon Leliana had found herself following being a group of staff servants, she had tried to push her way through them in fear of not being able to reach Fenris in time but it had seemed as if they were going in the same direction as she was, which they were. Leliana had just waited outside the stables until she had heard the last of them leave and bid their farewells to him and that's when Leliana pushed her back off the wall and turned around the corner and into the stables herself.

"Fenris…" She announced quietly as she approached him. When she had gotten close enough she stopped a few feet away, glancing off in the direction of the horse as she reached out to pet it along its back where she could. "We need to talk… About what happened last night and what happened between us in general." Leliana had only bitten down onto her lip upon thinking how to word this. Once she had, her emerald hues looked up to his own as she tried to give off a smile to show she wasn't trying to be harsh by what she was going to say, but what was said and asked needed to be said.

"Why did you do it Fenris…? If you were to be mad at anyone it should have been me… It's not Anders fault for the way I feel… " Shaking her head she started to look away then as she felt a heat rising to her eyes and in response to this she closed her eyes in fear of tears coming out. "For the longest time I had tried to stop loving him when he was made tranquil and I almost thought I had when we started getting closer. But every time I would be reminded of him it would hurt so badly, I thought it was because I was just mourning him but I denying it because I did still love him and I still do. You were always there for me Fenris and you have no idea how grateful I am for that." Pausing Leliana had reached out towards his forearm in some sense to comfort him if he accepted it. "I'm sure I could have been in love with you if we just had half the chance. But I'm in love with Anders, we've been through so much that its made me love him more…"

"Trust me Fenris, you wouldn't have wanted to spend the rest of your life with me." She attempted to joke in hopes to make the area lighter after her little speech. "I'm sure you'll find someone one day that will make you so very happy and you'll do the same for her." In a break of her sentence she sighed and locked eyes with Fenris's before her speaking her final confession. "I just am hoping after everything you don't hate me?"