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Two hours later, Hawke had long since finished reading through all the little notes Anders had left scattered throughout her book, amazed that he had managed to write so much to her in a single afternoon. She had gone from sorrow, to euphoric joy, to extreme arousal and back again. Gripped with restlessness after all the emotional revelations of the day, she had moved from her desk to the seat near the fire. Her book lay open on the table near her chair, turned to the most erotic picture she had ever drawn in her life, and the one that had apparently affected Anders the most. She looked down again at the note he had written her, read it once more, though she knew every word by heart now.
Dearest, seductive Elayna,
Oh, how I burn for you when I look at this image, how desperately I long to turn your vision into reality. To feel your hands and mouth on my naked body, to submit to whatever you desire to do to me. I will be your willing slave of pleasure and fulfill every wish and whim until you are utterly content and you have thoroughly slaked your thirst for me.
But then, oh love, then it will be my turn to do as I like to you, and I know that will be well worth the wait. I'm going to learn all the flavors of you, and I'll take my sweet time doing it too- your lips and tongue, I imagine your mouth will have something like the taste of fire to it, like the smoke of your magic, so warm and earthy. Next, the skin of your neck will be sampled, I notice you smell sweet there, something I secretly made note of numerous times when healing you. It's not false scent like some woman purchase to wear, but something that is of your own body, and when I inhale it, I go a little bit mad with lust for you. Maker, I am already a puddle of want, and I haven't yet made it past your neck.
I want to tell you how I fantasize about your breasts, now. I wonder how sensitive your nipples will be to my touch. Will you prefer the magic sparks from my fingers, ('that electricity thing' you are so eager to try) or is it my tongue on your nipples that will finally make you wail for me? And I'm telling you right now, Elayna, take it as another promise if you like, but you will wail for me, at the very least. It's entirely up to you, but if you prefer an even more overpowering experience instead, I can also make you scream.
I would like to continue to describe all the rest of you I am anticipating, make it down to your belly, the curve of your waist into your hips, and further. To where I know I will spend many hours in the future, between your thighs, tasting you, drinking your desire for me like flowing wine, savoring you against my tongue when you come for me, over and over and over… Fuck. I have to stop. I am so overwhelmed by these thoughts and my desire for you that my hands are shaking, making it difficult to continue to write.
When you read this, I hope you will call for me. I am beyond ready to make you mine while I become yours. If you don't send for me soon, I'll be coming after you, sweetheart. I won't be satisfied until you shatter in my arms. Don't make me wait, please. We have already waited too long.
Yours,
Anders
Hawke fanned her flushed face with the letter that had been scorching her blood since she first read it. The man's ability to turn her on using nothing but his written words was causing her evening to become absolute torture. Was it too late to run all the way down to Darktown? Did it really matter what time it was? Not really. She was so restless and needy, there would be no way she would sleep. Not even if she masturbated until there was no strength left in her body, it still wouldn't make a dent in her need and desire for Anders. Now. Tonight. Shoving the letter back into her book, she slammed it closed, decision made.
"Fuck it!" she growled, ripping the library door open, intending to go quickly change before running all the way to Darktown. She froze, stunned silent to see Anders standing in the doorway, directly in her path. Actually seeing him in front of her after reading all his arousing words was something of a shock to her system.
"Anders," she whispered, staring wide-eyed.
"Bodhan let me in," he explained. "I've been standing here for the past ten minutes, trying to work up the nerve to knock."
He gave her a long, curious and somewhat amused look, taking her in from head to toe, from her flushed cheeks and bright eyes to the silky, floor-length robe she wore. The deep V of her decolletage, that showed far more of her breasts than they hid, including the outline of her nipples, and she was wearing nothing beneath the robe, nothing at all. The way his gaze sharpened and darkened, she was sure he could see as much. With something resembling a smirk, he raised a teasing brow and spoke again.
"I really hope you meant to say, fuck him, not it."
That was it. With his appearance and those words, she was at the end of herself. It was too much, she was far too overwhelmed and there was nothing she could say that could possibly articulate how she was feeling or what she was aching for. But the needy, desperate whine in her throat seemed to be all he had to hear, his expression almost one of torment before he stepped closer and all but attacked her. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her like a man possessed, making his own noises that only had the fires of her arousal burning hotter. She felt crazed, she couldn't get enough of his tongue in her mouth or get close enough to him to suit her. When he licked her neck, another pleading whine was her response, but he seemed to understand anyway, pulling back enough to meet her eyes.
"Elayna, where? Tell me. Your room?"
"Yes," she gasped, "now!"
With a clear goal in mind, she took his hand and pulled him up the stairs, running the last few steps from the stairwell to her bedroom, slamming the door emphatically behind them, before she faced him again. Grabbing his coat at the feathery collar, she pulled him to her mouth again, kissing him while she walked them both backwards, to the edge of her bed. Pushing him until he sat on the edge, she straddled him with her knees resting on the bed, sliding her fingers into his hair while she kissed him again and again. She felt dazed, drunk, was desperate to touch his bare skin, growling when his buckles seemed to resist her clumsy fingers.
Smiling with affection clear in his eyes, he quickly removed his coat and pulled his tunic over his head, tossing them both away. Elayna slid down and knelt on the floor, undoing his shoes and helping him slide off his trousers and smalls, slipping out of her robe at the same time. When they were both naked, she sat back on her heels and stared at him while his eyes did the same, taking in every inch of her in focused, admiring approval.
The flesh and blood reality that was Anders left her awestruck. When she sketched him naked, she had to fill in details about his body from her own imagination, never having seen him any way but fully clothed. She was pleased to discover she hadn't actually gotten anything blatantly wrong. His chest was lean, defined muscle, a few visible scars she wanted to know the stories of, a fine dusting of blonde hair, his legs also lean and defined with compact muscles, and his cock, standing so hard and proud… She bit her lip, thinking he really was a beautiful man, elegant, everything she found attractive and nothing she didn't. How long had she dreamed of this moment? Meeting his eyes to be sure he wouldn't object to what she wanted to do to him first, she calmed when he leaned back, his molten gold eyes silently urging her to do whatever she liked.
Releasing her lip from her teeth, she reached out, gripped the base of his shaft and bent toward his lap, sliding her tongue over the head of his cock and down the hard length of him. The taste of his salty, musky pre-cum on her tongue made her moan her approval while she finally took him deep. She was so turned on while she sucked him, she slid her fingers into her own dripping sex and started stroking her clit while she bobbed over him, moaning every time he hit the back of her throat. When Anders sat up suddenly and lifted her bodily up onto the bed, causing him to slip from her mouth, she gave him a confused, disappointed look. He pressed a light kiss to her lips and smiled reassuringly.
"I'm not stopping you, sweetheart, just switching things around a bit. You aren't going to come on your hand anymore, not with me around, you're going to come against my tongue."
"Oh. Um, alright," she replied, a thrill of anticipation making her shiver.
When he laid back again and guided her into position over him on her hands and knees, with her head above his cock, then pulled her aching cunt down against his mouth and started tonguing and sucking her, she understood what he intended. It wasn't a position she had any experience with, but when she had him in her mouth again and his tongue flicking across her clit nearly had her seeing stars, she realized the obvious benefits. Anders skilled, focused efforts very quickly pushed her over the edge. Her desperate moans around his cock while she sucked him deeper and rode the wave of her orgasm, made him come too, their muffled sounds blending together. In a cloudy haze of pleasure, she swallowed down all his cum, little shocks of sensation still firing through her body as his tongue against her slowed and gentled, before he stopped completely.
Feeling shaky, she turned around and collapsed across his chest, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around him, his steady heartbeat lulling her into complete contentment and comfort. A tingle of healing magic spread across her body and brought her back to full awareness, making her realize she had briefly drifted off to sleep. Looking up from where she lay on his chest, she met Anders' gaze and smiled, making the worried look he wore change to a smile, but still tinged with concern.
"How did you get so bruised and banged up, today? Did you not have anyone else with you, not even Varric?"
Sliding her hand across the warmth of his chest, she tangled her fingers with his and shrugged. "Since I was supposed to be spending the day with you, and the errand with Hubert was meant to take less than an hour, I was on my own. Of course, nothing to do with the wretched Bone Pit is ever simple, but it was only spiders and dragonlings I had to kill. If there hadn't been so many all at once, I wouldn't have gotten hurt."
His brows furrowed, he tilted her chin up and pulled her nearer for a kiss, his eyes serious. "Don't do that again, Elayna, please. Promise me. You knew I was coming here, you should have come gotten me or sent word for me to go where you were."
Her lips twisted in a rueful look. "Very well, I promise to come get you if there is a next time. But you know, if I had done that today, we wouldn't be where we are right now, naked, in bed together. I also wouldn't have all the wonderful letters you wrote me, which I think I have already managed to mostly memorize."
"You have no idea how I tortured myself, writing out all those things I wanted to do with you and to you." He lifted her hand from his chest and sucked on her middle finger, his tongue swirling. Realizing it was the one she used to touch herself while she went down on him, she blushed, a little embarrassed, for some reason, and a lot turned on at the same time. Or, maybe it was the look in his eyes that embarrassed her, like he couldn't wait to devour her. He lightly bit her fingertip before he released it from his mouth, his smile teasing.
Clearing her throat softly, she returned his smile, a challenge in her eyes. "But there's really nothing stopping you from doing all those amazing things now, is there?"
"Why no, now that you mention it. I suppose I ought to get started." His grin was tinged with the same teasing look in his eyes she was really starting to crave. Had she ever seen that look on his face previously, she would have sketched it dozens of times already.
Turning her so she was lying on her back with him looking down at her, he gave her an even more heated, hungry look, stroking a hand across her breasts before she felt electric tingles on both of her nipples, making her gasp and arch her back. He dipped his head down and lapped at one of her dusky peaks, circled it with his tongue, then sucked her strongly, making her moan helplessly. Holding his head against her while he lavished all his attention on her breasts, her hips gave an involuntary lift, the feverish haze of arousal rising in her.
"Anders, please," she moaned, "I need you. I can't stand the ache any longer."
The desire in his golden brown eyes when he looked up at her made her own need soar even higher. In seconds, he parted her thighs, pulled her tightly against him and entered her in a single, smooth thrust, stealing her moan for himself when he sealed his mouth to hers. He kissed her like she was his air, over and over, his tongue dancing around her bottom lip, returning to it repeatedly before his teeth bit it gently.
She couldn't look away from his eyes while he took control of her body with single-minded purpose, his magic stimulating and teasing parts of her, driving her mad, overwhelming her senses. She truly couldn't think, but she was feeling far more than she ever knew she could. It was breathtaking, terrifying. Her own magic seemed to respond to his as though he had called it forth, rising around them, wild and untamed, scaring her, as a loss of her control always had.
"Anders," she moaned in a worried tone.
His eyes were full of love, his smile reassuring while his body continued to drive into hers in a steady rhythm. "Don't be afraid, love. Let go of everything, all your fear, I'll catch you. I promise you're safe with me."
Trusting him as she would no other, she finally released the desperate grip she had always kept on her magic, and a lifetime of terror that she would hurt someone. Her eyes widened when she felt his power surround hers, hold it tight, the same way his arms held her to him. It was a revelation. The freedom was glorious, heady, her body on the brink of something she had never experienced before, never even imagined she could feel.
His expression grew fierce, focused, and then she was coming with a primal wail, caught in a whirlwind of sensation and pleasure, memorizing the look on his face and in his eyes when he joined her in bliss. A shaky sigh pulled from her when he filled her with his scalding heat and essence, so deep inside. The echo of a magical release hung in the room like mist. His thrusts slowed while the last of the aftershocks faded. In a single movement, he rolled them so they were still connected with him beneath her, while she laid comfortably on top of him. He pressed small kisses to her cheeks, eyes, nose, lips. Her eyes filled with tears she blinked back, overwhelmed by her emotions and what they had just shared.
"I love you, Anders, more than I will ever be able to tell you," she whispered against his lips.
His smile was soft, his eyes full of his own feelings for her. "As I love you, sweetheart. So desperately, so deeply, it would take a hundred lifetimes for me to fully express it."
Tracing one of his eyebrows, her expression turned musing. "Did you make my magic come too?"
His smile turned knowing and more than a little smug. "Is that what it felt like to you?"
Pondering, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, looking confused. "Maybe? Is it even possible to have a magical climax of a sort?"
Kissing her nose, he nodded. "It is if that's what it felt like to you. Every mage's magic is slightly different, unique. The thought of my being able to make you come so hard that even your magic experiences a peak is extremely gratifying." He grinned. "Not to mention, a huge boost to my ego."
Giggling, she folded her hands on his chest and rested her chin on top of them. "Are you now going to claim you're the world's most magical lover?"
Sliding his hands across her full backside, he squeezed appreciatively and shrugged. "I'll be Elayna Hawke's most magical lover, in all the world, I want only you." She gave the very slight smile that always caused the dimple in her left cheek to show, making Anders eyes soften at the rare sight.
"Anders, you were my best lover for most of the past three years, thoughts of you never failed to make me come, repeatedly."
He smirked. "And I didn't even know it." Stroking his fingers through her dark waves, he recalled again the image she had drawn, of her pleasuring him so vividly. His cock hardened again inside of her, making her brows climb in surprise while she gave him an impressed look.
"Is this the famous Grey Warden stamina that I hear is so legendary?" Sitting up, she slid him deeper inside her and gripped him with her inner muscles, making him shudder and lift his hips, going even deeper.
"That's just a myth, love, this quick recovery is inspired entirely by you, and the glorious, dirty pictures you drew of us together."
"Then I better add more to the collection, I want to keep you constantly inspired." She leaned down and kissed him, then circled her hips, drawing another hiss of pleasure from him and a lusty smile.
"Keep fucking me like this and there will be no end to our shared inspiration, I promise you."
As an idea for another drawing rose in her mind, she smiled wickedly. Anders slid his fingers against her clit, the tiny vibrations from his electric magic banishing all further thought.
~O~
Elayna stood in front of the fireplace in her room, staring into the crackling flames she had lit only moments before with her magic, her long robe wrapped around her against the chill. The faint, gray light showing around the edges of her bedroom curtains proclaimed the beginning of a new day.
She hadn't gotten much sleep during the night. It seemed every time she dared to drift off, Anders woke her with pleasure, and always with some new experience of it, to her. The last time, she opened her eyes from a dead sleep to look down and see his heated amber gaze watching her while he devoured her cunt with greedy lips and tongue. Somehow, he had made his magic feel like a cock fucking her at the same time. Now she knew what he had been referring to in one of his letters, because she really had screamed. She shivered, shifting when her core flooded with wetness, her nipples pebbling at the erotic memory. Her breath caught in her throat when Anders pressed against her from behind, his cock hard, hands cupping her breasts, pinching her stiff nipples through her robe with a sound of approval.
"Thinking about me?" He murmured, grinding against her and untying the sash of her robe so he could reach bare skin.
"Always," she breathed, shuddering, closing her eyes and enjoying his touch. "You're practically all I've been able to think about for a very long time. It's not a habit I have any intention of breaking."
He turned her to face him and pulled her flush to him, the heat from his naked body more warming than the fire at her back. She laid bare all her love for him, let him see it in her eyes, how long she had hidden away those feelings. He reached out a hand and stroked his fingertips across her cheek, the look in his warm golden eyes almost painfully tender.
"If you had ever shown me what's in your eyes right now, I would have had you up against a wall a heartbeat later." Bending close, he breathed his next words against her lips before he kissed her. "I love you, Elayna."
She smiled up at him. "I love you too, Anders, for so very long. If you only knew..."
He slid his lips against hers again, his tongue teasing along her bottom lip and smiled. "Probably about as long as I have been aching for you, both my body and my heart."
Tilting her head back when he started kissing her neck, she smiled. "I have some aches of my own, I thought I should probably get a healer's help with them."
Anders laughed quietly, dropping her robe to the floor. "I am an expert at dealing with aches, and since I was the one who gave them to you, I can give you some good ones to replace any bad, if you like." His eyes flared appreciatively over her curves before he looked at the plush, green chair to one side of the fireplace that featured in his favorite drawing. He smirked and took her hand, leading her to it.
She sat when he pushed her down into the chair, curious when he sat on the rug at her feet and pulled her forward until her ass was almost off the edge, most of it gripped in his hands. When he bent his head and started licking her, it was a confusing set of sensations, at first. The pleasure of his tongue gliding repeatedly over her most sensitive place, combined with the warm flow of his healing magic soothing away any lingering discomfort, inside and out.
"That was different," she said on a breathy laugh, immediately followed by a gasp and moan as it all turned to pure pleasure. A light, rhythmic pinching and releasing of his fingers on one of her nipples while he fluttered his tongue against her clitoris ended up being what pushed her over the edge. She was still shuddering with climax when he slid her down into his lap and straight on to his ready cock, catching the moan that caused against his lips.
"Anders," she whispered, feeling weak and boneless, but so, so good.
"Hmm?" His tongue swept into her mouth, and it was only when his kisses moved to her neck that she recovered the power of speech.
"Will you stay here with me, always?"
It was only after he made them both come again, and they were curled up together in the afterglow, on the rug before the fire that he answered.
"I will live with you, here, if you want me to." His fingers slid soothingly through her hair while she traced a finger across his chest, drawing patterns. "I had hoped you would want me to move in, now our feelings are known to one another."
"Of course I do," she replied. "It would break my heart if you didn't."
He tapped the end of her pert nose and gave her an adoring smile. "We can't have that. Your heart is in my care, I will never consciously do anything to harm it. I will treasure it, always."
She grinned broadly. "That's music to my ears, love. Shall I run out to the kitchen and make us some sandwiches? I want you to keep up your strength."
He chuckled, both of them sitting up, watching Elayna pull her robe to her and slip into it. "I suppose I should have known you were in love with me when you went out of your way to make sure I ate regular meals. Nothing says love to a man like a woman wanting to feed him."
Standing, she wrinkled her nose at him impishly. "We're Ferelden, Anders, stuffing the people we love is just part of who we are, isn't it?"
Still smiling, he bent close and kissed her. "Yes, it is, and I love how you care for me, sweetheart. Let me put some clothes on and I'll go help you."
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