Dragon Age: A Reason to Stay

"Have you ever used magic in sex, Hawke?"

Hawke stood before the large bed; the taste of Fenris' lips still lingered. It had been a while since she had seen Justice, but the unmistakable blue haze had flared as he ripped Fenris from her and threw him out of the room she shared with Anders.

She thought he would kill Fenris. She knew what Anders was capable of and she knew Justice was capable of worse. But instead he closed the door and leaned on it, both hands pressed against the dark wood. He stood in silence, his head hanging.

He took a few deep breaths to process what had happened and what she had said.

"He told me he had feelings for me. He'd never made it known before. He said he'd regret it if I at least didn't know, even if I chose to stay with you." It was those words that kept Anders from tearing off the elf's flesh. He knew her well enough by now that he couldn't take her choices away. So he decided he'd make it clear which the right choice was.

Anders unbelted his mage robe in the darkness and let it fall to the floor. Hawke stood in silence, watching him, waiting for him to speak. He turned to her, his open palm igniting bright red flames that illuminated his bare chest. The light traveled just far enough to show a coy smile above his sharp jawline. "Have you ever used magic in sex, Hawke?"

"The thought never occurred to me." She twisted the bottom of her shirt in her fingers, her eyes soaking in the shadows of his muscles defined in the light of the fire.

"Oh, you're in for a treat," Anders purred as he extinguished the fireball by closing his fist.

His hand was still hot as he palmed the nape of her neck. She expected a kiss, but he pulled at her hair to expose her throat. The familiar chill of Frost coming from his warm lips made her quiver. He blew the cool air down her chest to the hem of her shirt. Her puckered nipples stretched against her thin, white nightshirt.

She reached for his waist, wanting to feel his lean frame, but he squeezed her neck. A light jolt of electricity vibrated against her scalp. Anders' free hand wrapped around her wrist. His glowing eyes bore into hers through the dark. "I'll tell you when to touch me, Serah."

Taken aback by the dominance, her widened eyes searched his. The blue haze of vengeance had faded, but part of her mind had doubted that this was still completely Anders.

"It's all me, Hawke," he responded in recognition to her curious staring. "Remember that next time that elf wants to pin you against the wall. I'm the one you're dying to touch." Anders pushed a finger inside her. "I'm the one that has you dripping wet."

Hawke bit her lip and shuddered in his grasp as he removed his finger. Anders released her neck. His fingertips suddenly cold, he traced her spine. His lips grazed hers as he spoke, "I want to feel your body beg for me." With a sudden swiftness, he tore at the neckline of her shirt, splitting the fabric down the center. His coy smile returned as he held onto her open shirt, taking a moment to gaze at her battle-hardened body. "Take off your pants."

Her cheeks flushed. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She loved this commanding Anders as much as she loved the one that kissed her sweetly and brushed her hair with his fingers. She unlaced her trousers and shimmied the waist down her thighs. She watched his eyes travel with her hands; his tongue wet his lips.

She kicked her pants away. Anders reached down and pulled her legs out from under her. Hawke let out a soft grunt through a surprised grin as the mattress caught her fall. He gripped her shins, pressing her calves against his chest. Her heels dug into each side of his collarbone. Anders kissed her left inner ankle. His lips were hot as they trailed to her inner thigh. Hawke's fingertips pressed against the cotton bedspread, unable to find purchase. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as his turned cool against the tender skin between her thighs. She bit her lip, waiting for his tongue to touch her, but it was his teeth that caught the soft flesh of her labia. She clenched her jaw at the gentle bite. It was a new sensation.