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Perhaps it was the crisp, fresh air of the Vinmark Mountains. Perhaps it was the fact that they had finally gotten away from Kirkwall’s stifling heat. Perhaps it was the fact that this little jaunt felt like a holiday, a retreat away from the city – not quite a honeymoon, but something like it.
It could have been anything, but Hawke was starting to feel increasingly aroused the closer they approached Chateau Haine.
It didn’t help that the carriage Tallis had hired to bring them to the Chateau was a bit on the small side, and even though Anders sat opposite Hawke, his lanky legs barely fit in the cramped space, and Hawke was trying her best not to let it show how much the close proximity to her boyfriend was affecting her.
Every bump in the road would cause Anders’ knee to sidle against hers, his calves to brush against her legs, and even these brief moments of contact would send a jolt down Hawke’s spine. Anders would mumble an apology to Hawke, and she would smile pleasantly and shake her head, the perfect picture of calmness and serenity, when she was barely suppressing the urge to just jump him right there and then, tear off his threadbare coat and ravish him on the worn cushions.
Not that the other passengers – Isabela and Tallis – would mind if she did. Both rogues would probably have appreciated the show, but Hawke was determined to not let her desire overcome her so easily. She leaned out the carriage window, appearing to enjoy the breeze, while Isabela and Tallis traded empty gossip and Anders rested his head against the carriage wall and closed his eyes.
Hawke stole a few occasional glances at Anders – Maker, he looked good. He was looking better these days – not as gaunt as when she had first met him, but still with his well-formed features, and a defined jawline that she wanted to pepper with kisses. A lock of his blond hair fell loose onto his face and Hawke had to physically restrain herself from brushing it away. His lips were slightly parted, and occasionally he would murmur wordlessly under his breath – Hawke knew he wasn’t really sleeping and was most probably having a private conversation with Justice – but the way his lips moved did things to Hawke and sent heat pooling to the lower region of her body.
Hawke only realized she had been staring too long when Isabela threw Hawke a short glance, which then flickered to Anders, and a knowing grin tugged at the edge of Isabela’s lips. Hawke turned away sharply, letting the mountain breeze cool the warmth rising to her cheeks.
It was late morning when they arrived at Chateau Haine. They greeted Duke Prosper at the gates, and after exchanging pleasantries, it became apparent that the activity planned for the day was a wyvern hunt.
“Why can’t these Orlesians have any normal hobbies,” Hawke grumbled as soon as they had geared up and set off towards the hunting grounds. “Like embroidery. Or collecting spoons. No, it has to be hunting large, deadly beasts with venom that could kill a man in seconds.”
“Speaking about hunting,” Isabela said, slipping her arm into Hawke’s and leading them out of earshot of Tallis and Anders who walked slightly ahead, seemingly engaged in their own conversation about wyvern venom and its uses in medicine. “I saw how you looked at our dear healer back there. Looked like you were ready to sink your teeth into him.”
Hawke sighed. As expected of Isabela. Nothing seemed to get pass her. “Look, let’s not make this awkward. I think Anders would rather not speak to me after he saw me flirting with Tallis.”
“It could make things spicier,” Isabela said with a suggestive grin, eyes flashing playfully. “Nothing like a little jealousy to heat things up in the bedroom. Always worked for me.”
“Thanks for the advice, Bela, but we have other things to focus on right now. Like killing wyverns and helping our elven assassin friend with her vaguely planned jewel heist.”
“Oh yes, about Tallis,” Isabela began, “I think there’s more to her than –”
She was interrupted by a loud, distant roar that reverberated across the pine forest. A flock of birds rose from the trees into the air, and Hawke unsheathed her daggers. “Looks like we’ve found our wyvern!”
The afternoon’s hunt turned out to be quite eventful, and soon the day was waning into a quiet evening as Hawke and her companions arrived back at the chateau, none worse for wear and with a fresh wyvern corpse in tow.
“That was bracing!” Anders commented, grinning. The exertion from the hunt brought out a lively colour to his cheeks and a sparkle to his eyes, and he looked glorious in the early evening light, his smile lighting up his face. He glanced at Hawke and his gaze softened. “You alright there, love?”
The loving concern threading through his voice and the softness of his gaze made Hawke’s knees weak. She smiled back at him, drinking in the dazzling sight of her handsome mage limned in the light of the setting sun. “Never better,” she said, sidling up to him and slipping her hand through his, pressing against his shoulder.
Anders leaned in close and nuzzled his face lightly into her hair, chuckling softly. “I wish we could stay like this forever, love,” he murmured quietly, so Tallis and Isabela wouldn’t hear. The two of them were up ahead, and Hawke caught Isabela saying something about how, ‘their loudness usually doesn’t match up to their size’, and Hawke wasn’t exactly sure whether they were still talking about wyverns or not.
“Anders,” Hawke said, tilting her face towards him, “you’re not at all jealous over … me calling Tallis cute, earlier?”
Anders shrugged and tightened his grip on her hand. “Well, you do have a thing for cute elves,” he said, turning to her with a teasing grin. “Or is there another reason you like having Merrill and Fenris around so much?”
Hawke scrunched up her nose but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. She gazed up at him, met the deep honey-amber of his eyes. “You look so good today, Anders. I can’t wait ‘til we get back home. The things I want to do to you …”
Anders raised his eyebrows appreciatively. “Well, let’s make sure we survive until then,” he laughed, and laid an affectionate kiss on her temple.
I’m not even sure I can stand to wait until we get back, Hawke thought, biting on her lip. She buried her face into the warm space at the crook of Anders’ neck, closing her eyes and breathing in his heady scent of pine and elfroot and sunshine, which did nothing to dampen her growing desire for him. The feathers of his pauldrons tickled her ears, and it took all within her not to just push Anders up against a tree and just fuck him then and there.
The trek back up to Chateau Haine was far too short, and Anders and Hawke reluctantly separated as they came closer to the chateau gates.
“We have about an hour or so to freshen up before tonight’s party,” Tallis said, as they left their armour and weapons with the quartermaster and entered the cool interior of the fortress-like chateau. “The duke has private rooms prepared for all his guests. Ours should be on the north wing.”
A footman led them to the guest rooms, and it seemed each guest had their own private bedchamber allocated for them, with its own luxurious bath and wardrobe – and, to Hawke’s delight, a large, four-poster bed furnished with plush pillows.
“First bell will ring when guests are expected in the main courtyard within thirty minutes,” the footman said. “Second bell summons guests immediately.” With barely a nod, he closed the door behind Hawke, leaving her in the cosy room.
An hour, Tallis told her. Well. Hawke smiled to herself. She wasn’t going to let a single second go to waste.
She opened the door to the room slightly, glancing about the quiet, empty hallway. Pleased to see there the other guests had all retired to their private chambers and there was no one else about, she silently made her way to the room across the hall and knocked softly on the door.
“Hawke,” Anders said, startled, his face brightening into a pleasantly surprised grin as she slipped into his room. Anders’ room was identical to hers, but with a window that opened out to the mountains instead of the gardens. “What are you d–”
Anders was cut off when Hawke claimed his mouth an insistent, urgent kiss, seizing his shoulders and pushing him against the adjoining wall. She continued to pepper his face with light kisses, but always returning again to savour his mouth as she undid the buckles of his coat with practised ease.
Anders got the message quickly. She could feel him chuckle against the press of their lips and helped her unbuckle and shed his coat, and he broke their kiss briefly to slip out of his linen undershirt before taking her in his arms again and resuming their kisses.
Hawke moaned in satisfaction, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she ran her hands feverishly over his warm, bare chest. He was beautiful; freckles lightly dusting his smooth skin, his muscles firm under her touch. After a few heated moments of anxious, noisy kissing, Anders began undressing her; slipping her shirt off her shoulders, unwrapping the belts and sash around her waist.
“Couldn’t wait until we were back in Kirkwall, could you, love?” Anders teased laughingly, gazing appreciatively at her bare chest, running his hands over her full breasts with a feather-light touch, sending pleasurable shivers out across her skin. “How long do we have before we’re needed at the party?”
“An hour,” Hawke said airily, biting her lower lip, and watching appreciatively as Anders’ eyes darkened with desire. “Plenty of time.”
“Maker, you’re going to wear me out one day,” Anders laughed. He wrapped his arms about Hawke’s waist and lifted her up effortlessly to place her on the bed. Hawke felt the stitched linen sheets tickle the bare skin of her back, and gazed breathlessly up at the canopy as Anders peppered her bare chest with soft, worshipful kisses, pausing to tease her hardening nipples with his tongue.
He reached for her waist and pulled down her leather leggings and smallclothes in one smooth motion, and Hawke moaned in pleasure as Anders nuzzled the hot mound between her legs, lapping enthusiastically at the moisture that gathered at the cleft of her sex.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed, half in appreciation, half in wonder, as if hardly daring to believe her desire for him had not abated in all the years they had been together; that she still wanted him just as badly as when they first met.
“You won’t believe how hard it was to hold back,” Hawke confessed between hitched breaths, “I wanted to touch you since even before we got here.”
“Why couldn’t we be doing this, instead of hunting bloody wyverns,” Anders whispered, his deep golden eyes flicking up to meet her gaze, the corner of his lip tugging up into that gorgeous, mischievous half-grin that sent shivers of pleasure across Hawke’s skin. He then bowed his head down again and thrust his tongue into her, teasing with rapid upwards licks.
Hawke sucked in a breath and clutched at the back of Anders head, loosening his hair from the leather cord that kept it tied back. Strands of auburn-gold hair came loose and tickled the insides of her thighs. She all but lifted her hips from the bed to meet his mouth, soft, high-pitched mewls of pleasure escaping her lips as each lick sent jolts of electricity running up her spine. Hawke could feel the tension in her building like a dam threatening to overflow, her hips trembling as her climax approached, and she clutched desperately at the sheets as she whispered, “Anders,” over and over again into the downy pillows.
She came just then, wave upon wave of pleasure rolling through her. Hawke’s breath came out in small, ragged gasps, and once the white-hot tremors ebbed into a blissful afterglow, she all at once felt loose and drifting, heat rising from her body and cooling in the air. Anders rose over her, and grinned appreciatively down at flushed skin and breasts, his blond hair falling and framing his face, his lips glistening with cum. Hawke smiled up at him, reaching up to cup his cheek and feel his stubble tickle her palm.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Hawke murmured, her smile growing wider even as Anders leaned down to kiss her. She could taste her own musk on his lips. Hawke reached down eagerly to palm at the outline of Anders’ stiffening cock as it pressed against the fabric of his breeches.
Anders swiftly kicked off the rest of his restricting garments, and Hawke bit back an amused giggle, pleased that he seemed to be as impatient as she felt. She resumed her tender attentions on his aching cock, stroking him in upwards motions, coaxing and teasing him.
As Hawke continued to stroke him, Anders leaned down to kiss her, growing ever more demanding as he hardened in the palm of her hand.
Hawke moaned urgently against Anders’ lips, and he pulled away, breaking the kiss.
“Anders,” Hawke gasped, gazing up at him, imploring with every breath. “Please. I want you inside me.”
The gaze that Anders gave her was both tender and smouldering all at once. He lovingly brushed the hair from her face, resting his hand at the side of her cheek. “Are you sure, love?”
“Yes,” Hawke nodded, rising briefly to kiss him again, then drawing back to smile at him, meeting those honey-coloured eyes. “Please. I waited so long for you. I need you.”
The smile he gave her was like the sun. He gazed at her with such tenderness, Hawke basked in it, the warmth of his bright, golden gaze suffusing her with pleasure.
Without looking away from her, Anders took her hand – still wrapped around the hardness of his cock – and then gently guided himself into her. Hawke felt him slowly fill her – that thick, delicious heat, that fullness between her legs, slipping inside her and causing a deep, engulfing warmth to tingle pleasurably all over her skin. She trembled beneath him, and could hear Anders’ breath hitch above her, and she moaned again in response, squeezing around him so he gasped.
“Love –” he murmured, voice strained.
“Please, Anders,” she whispered, rolling her hips and bucking against him, spurring him to start moving.
Every eager thrust into her sent a flood of pleasure coursing through her body; her skin tingled and sparked as if she were dipped in stars. Anders’ cock inside her was perfect – so thick, so hard, taking her with such a needy, tender brutality. Hawke felt moan after moan drawn from her throat with every rough buck of their hips. She wrapped her trembling legs around Anders’ waist and drew him in tightly, never wanting to let go.
Pleasure coiled in her belly. Hawke could feel her body pulled taut with near-release. Her thoughts began come undone, and her mind drifted to a memory of that afternoon: how beautiful Anders looked; how the sunlight seemed to burnish him a deep gold. She thought of the softness of his smile, the sweetness of his warm, warm voice as he told her he wished they could stay like this forever —
—Hawke let out a soft cry, back arching, and let the cresting pleasure wash over her, drenching her entire body in bliss. Every inch of her skin felt aglow, all her nerves lit afire. Behind her eyes, all she saw was Anders, her Anders, her beautiful golden mage in the sunlight. Hawke couldn’t stop herself from trembling, feeling all at once like it was too much and yet not enough.
She heard Anders moan against her neck; he, too, was close – his thrusts became messier, more urgent. She pressed her lips to his ear.
“Anders, love,” Hawke whispered between hitched breaths, “come inside me. Please.”
Anders clung tightly to her, his arms wrapping around her shoulders. He buried his face in her neck, muffling his own cries as he came with his final thrusts. She whispered his name once more, feeling him shiver against her.
Anders laid a light kiss at the base of her throat. For a moment, they both lay still, their breaths steadying, the heat of their bodies cooling, waves of pleasure ebbing over them like a receding tide. Hawke threaded her fingers through Anders hair and down Anders’ back, unable to stop herself from smiling as she gazed up at the patterned canopy of the bed, feeling love-drunk and pleasantly sore, the happiest she had ever been.
With a wordless murmur, Anders pulled out of her and lay at her side. After a while, he drew up and leaned on his elbow as he gazed down lovingly at Hawke, a smile gracing the gentle curve of his lips. He ran his fingers lightly over Hawke’s collarbone, down her abdomen, finally resting over Hawke’s drenched sex, covering it with the warm palm of his hand. His eyes glimmered deep gold and amber in the waning evening light, filled with so much sweetness Hawke couldn’t bear to look away. She reached up and tucked loosened strands of his red-gold hair behind his ear.
“I love you,” Hawke whispered.
Anders’ smile broadened. Happiness looked good on him, Hawke thought, taking in the way his eyes brightened and his expression softened; admiring the crinkles at the corner of his eyes as he smiled like he couldn’t stop.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” Anders said in response, his voice vulnerable, so soft it was barely louder than a whisper. “But I cannot imagine myself now not being in love with you.”
Because she couldn’t help herself, Hawke drew up and kissed him deeply, cupping the back of his head and pulling him down so she could feel the warm, comforting weight of his body press on hers.
This mage – this beautiful, infuriating man, with his wonderfully sharp wit and his impetuous nerve and his honey-sweet voice – he was all hers. Hawke felt so much love for Anders, it felt like a sublime aching in her chest, a pain so exquisite it took her breath away.
They continued to kiss, seemingly unable to get enough each other. Hawke felt Anders’ fingers slide into the wet folds of her sex and she moaned against the press of their lips, bucking her hips encouragingly against his hand. She broke the kiss and breathlessly whispered sweet nothings as Anders lowered his head and hungrily closed his mouth over her nipple, teasing it gently with his teeth and tongue.
“Anders —” Hawke said, legs trembling and breath hitching as he worked her with his fingers, her body shaking under the tender attentions of his tongue, “—please – I want to come with you inside me –”
Anders rose from the bed, lifting Hawke with him, and bringing her to rest with her back against the wall. Hawke felt cool stone on the bare skin of her back, and she let out a gasp of delight as he teased her opening with the tip of his hardening sex.
“Take me like this,” Hawke begged.
Anders let out sound that was between a moan and a growl – his desire was urging him on just as desperately. He slid into her, pushing in until he was buried to the hilt. Hawke shuddered, feeling wonderfully stretched out and filled by him — she wrapped her legs around his waist, tucked her arms around his neck and clung onto him, hips thudding against the wall with every urgent thrust.
Hawke let out breathless, tender moans as the pounding went on. Being with Anders had awoken an appetite in her she didn’t know she possessed; a sheer wanting for him, an unquenchable desire that only grew every time it was met. She didn’t know it was possible to want someone, to yearn for him this badly. But she could feel herself responding that yearning in the desperate arch of her back, the press of her naked flesh against his, the way she rode out her pleasure and brought him to his.
She could feel a third orgasm about to be pulled from her, cresting and full, overwhelming her with its intensity. It was then she heard Anders let out a soft cry as he reached his peak, and she felt herself filled by him as his cock pulsed, releasing its hot fluids inside her with his jerking, upwards thrusts.
Hawke moaned – she felt a deep undulating warmth spread out across every inch of her skin, like she was being soaked in sunlight. She rocked her hips against Anders, riding out wave after wave of blinding pleasure, and she felt all at once unravelled and helpless, nothing else in the world existing except where their bodies were joined.
The only clear thought resounding through Hawke’s mind even as she drifted in the sparkling quiet of her bliss was how precious Anders was; how she wanted to keep him close; how she would rend the world apart just to keep him safe.
It took a while of them wordlessly clinging to each other and catching their breath before they came back to themselves. Anders slid out of Hawke’s slick, reddened sex, as cum dripped down her thighs to the floor. His eyes were bright as they met hers. He reached up to cradle her cheek in the palm of his hand, and Hawke leaned into his touch.
“Think we have time for another round?” he suggested cheekily, and Hawke bit into her lower lip as she met his gaze with just as much bright eagerness, but the sudden resounding sound of a bell interrupted them.
Hawke frowned. “Ugh,” she said. “We still have that tiresome soiree to get to. Do you think Duke Prosper would find it awfully rude if we just didn’t show up?”
Anders chuckled warmly and placed a light kiss on Hawke’s brow. “Oh, I’m sure we can come up with some excuse. What’s the worst that could happen? Empress Celene annexing Kirkwall? Nothing to be worried about.”
Anders leaned in to lay featherlike kisses across Hawke’s cheeks, her lips, her eyelids as she giggled, basking in his attention, before sighing and lightly pushing him back.
“Once this is all over and we are back home,” she said, her voice grim with the weight of a promise, “I want you in my bedchamber. No excuses, no backing out. I need you, Anders, and if I can’t touch you, I swear I’ll die from it.”
Anders’ laughter was like sunlight – bright and golden and filling the room with a warmth that left Hawke feeling dazzled. He gathered her in his arms; nuzzled her neck. “You’ve survived Qunari invasions, the Deep Roads, and stuffy Orlesians, but you’ll die because you don’t get to touch me?” he murmured warmly, stroking her back. “What a strange and alarming affliction.”
“You’re the only healer who has the cure for it,” Hawke smiled, already looking forward to her next brief respite with Anders.