Fenris/f!Hawke smut: A Proper Dinner Party For Adults
Okay. This was just an excuse to write some canon-universe PWP from Rynne Hawkeâs POV. Itâs set a few weeks after Rynne and Fenris finally reunite in Act 3. You know those first few weeks/months in a new relationship when youâre so crazy about your partner and all you want to do is have sex constantly? Yeah, that.
For @dadrunkwriting Friday. NSFW. ~6300 words. Read here on AO3 instead.
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Rynne was horny.Â
This in itself wasnât a surprise. Rynne had always been a lusty sort of girl, and harbouring several yearsâ worth of unrequited passion for an unavailable man only seemed to have reinforced her urges.Â
But she and Fenris had been together for almost three weeks now, and theyâd been fucking at least twice a day ever since. With how much time theyâd been spending twisted together in bed, Rynne thought the constant itch would have lessened a bit by now.
Instead, the opposite seemed to have happened. Instead of a rose-coloured memory of a single blissful night gone wrong, Rynne now had several weeksâ worth of memories of Fenrisâs hands on her body. She knew exactly how well his elegant fingers could push her to her peak and just how beautifully his face could twist when he was finding his pleasure. She knew the exact scent that his sweat-laced body left on the bed, and in those moments when he left the bed to fetch a drink or to use the bathroom, Rynne would shamelessly bury her face in his pillow for the sheer pleasure of enjoying the sweet sleepy smell of his hair marking her sheets.Â
She couldnât stop marvelling at how gorgeous he looked all naked and sated in her rumpled bed. She couldnât get over the faintly bitter taste of his climax as it flowed down her throat. Rynne was useless, besotted, completely tied around his lyrium-lined little finger, and if she could have it her way, she and Fenris would stay hidden away in her bedroom fucking each otherâs brains out for the foreseeable future, thank you very much.Â
Unfortunately, Rynne couldnât have it her way. Orsino and Meredith had each sent a messenger to her house this morning, and when she finally dragged her cranky ass down the stairs, it was to find a frankly alarming pile of letters on her writing desk. Â
She wrinkled her nose and turned to Orana, who was hovering at her elbow with a cup of tea. âI have a brilliant idea. Letâs start throwing these straight in the fireplace from now on.â
Oranaâs jaw dropped in shock. âA-are you sure, Mistress Hawke?â
âItâs just Hawke, Orana,â Rynne said absently. âAnd yes, Iâm sure. Iâm almost certain that none of them are important.â She picked up a letter at random. âLook at this one, for example. Itâs⊠oh, itâs from the bank. Never mind.â She gave Orana a sickly smile. âLetters stay on the table, I suppose.â
âIf you say so,â Orana said cautiously. She gave Rynne the tea and hurried away.Â
Rynne sighed and gingerly sipped the steaming tea. She listlessly started sorting the letters by importance, and she was trying to wrack up the courage to open the one from the bank when Fenrisâs voice drifted down the stairs.Â
âSorting your mail, are you?â he said. âThatâs very responsible.â He joined her at the desk and picked up her cup of tea. Â
She bit her lip. Fenris was standing just behind her, not quite touching but close enough to touch if she leaned back just a little bit. His lovely sexy voice was warm with humour, and his beautiful emerald eyes were smiling at her over the rim of the cup.Â
Makerâs balls, she wanted to go back upstairs. Could they go back upstairs? Wasnât it enough that sheâd sorted the mail? She didnât need to actually read it, did she?
He quirked one eyebrow at her lack of reply, and she forced herself to breathe. âHow dare you imply Iâm anything less than responsible?â she quipped. âI am the epitome of responsible. Just ask Carver.â
He scoffed and set down the cup. âYou donât really want me to ask Carver.â
Rynne mock-pouted at him. âOf course I donât. Now youâve gone and called my bluff.âÂ
He chuckled, and Rynne swallowed hard. The sound of Fenrisâs laugh had always made her heart skip a beat, but now she knew that laugh in a different context. She knew it as a purr against her ear when she was begging for his touch, and she knew the irresistible breathless chuckle that he preserved for the tender moments of their afterglow. His laugh was ruined now, ruined in the most wonderful possible way, and Rynne wasnât sure she could hear it anymore without immediately wanting to strip off her clothes.Â
âWhat?â he said. He rubbed his nose. âIs there something on my face?â
Oh balls, sheâd been staring at him. She quickly shot him a coy smile. âThere sure is,â she said, and she popped up onto her tiptoes and planted a noisy kiss on his lips. âNow come on, letâs go to the market and see how my most terrible investment is panning out.âÂ
He clicked his tongue as they made their way toward the door. âI canât understand why you donât sell your shares on the Bone Pit back to Hubert. That cursed place reeks of death.âÂ
She playfully chucked his chin. âAw, you donât enjoy our little day trips out there?â
He raised one eyebrow as they made their way through the bustling Hightown street. âI never have. You know that.â
âAnd yet you always come with me anyway,â she said shrewdly.
He shrugged. âI enjoy following you.â
Rynne stopped and gaped at him. Had he really just said something so bold? And in public, no less?
He smirked at her, and the sly look on his face was just⊠it was too much. She was already struggling to keep her hands off of him, and now he was smirking at her like he knew exactly what she was thinking, and she couldnât help it: she burst into laughter.Â
She laughed and laughed and couldnât stop fucking laughing, and soon Fenris was smiling too, but in a bemused sort of way. âWas it that funny?â he asked.
âNo, no,â she gasped. âNot funny, I â I loved it. Iâm not really laughing-laughing, I justâŠâ She took a deep and shaky breath, then looked him in the face. âOh fuck it, letâs go back to the house.â
His eyebrows leapt up. âWhaâ why? We only just left.â
She took a step closer to him and grabbed his chestplate. âBecause Fenris, I just want toââ
âHawke.âÂ
At the sound of Avelineâs voice, Fenris stepped slightly away from her â much to Rynneâs disappointment. She shot him a wry look, then turned to Aveline with a smile. âAv! What brings you to this dreadfully fancy part of town? Have the Coterie managed to purchase a mansion hideout in the heart of Hightown?â
âNo. Report of a robbery, and Iâm shortstaffed,â Aveline said briskly. âBut Iâm glad I caught you. Did you get my letter?â
Rynne raised her eyebrows. âLetter? What letter?âÂ
Aveline gave her a reproving look. âI sent you an invitation a week ago.âÂ
Rynne stared at her in growing confusion. âAn invitation to what?â She grimaced. âPlease tell me it isnât some fancy political dinner thing. I can only stomach so many pleasantries before I want to jam a corkscrew into my own eye.â
Beside her, Fenris let out a tiny cough. Aveline, meanwhile, was frowning more deeply by the second. âDonnic and I are hosting a dinner party,â she said.
âWhy?â Rynne asked.
Fenris snorted softly, and Rynne grinned at him. This, of course, turned out to be a mistake; Fenris was smirking again, and Rynne adored his smirk and all the heat it contained, and all she really wanted to do was kiss those smirking lips of hisâ
Avelineâs reply regained Rynneâs flagging attention. âBecause â well, because we thought it would be nice,â she said defensively. âYou lot are always going to the Hanged Man, and you know how it looks for me to be seen there, Hawke. And I know your mansion is bigger, but Donnic and I have a perfectly nice home as part of the City Guard allowanceâŠâ
Damn, Rynne thought. She hadnât meant to hurt Avelineâs feelings. âOf course, of course itâs a nice idea!â she said hurriedly. âItâs a lovely idea, Aveline, weâll be happy to come! When is it?â
âTonight,â Aveline said flatly.Â
Double fucking damn, Rynne thought desperately. She didnât want to go to a dinner party tonight. The only thing she wanted to eat these days was Fenrisâs cock.
She forced herself to maintain a bright smile. âTonight! Fantastic! Thatâs great!â she said.Â
Thankfully, Fenris stepped in and saved her from her own over-enthusiasm. âShall we bring anything?â he asked.
âYes. Thank you, Fenris,â Aveline said somewhat pointedly. âYou can bring a side dish. Donnic is making roast beef and potatoes. Varric and Sebastian are bringing sides as well, and Anders is bringing wine. Merrill said sheâd bring something for dessert.â
âIâll bring my famous punch,â Rynne offered.
âNo,â Aveline said firmly. âYour punch is not invited.â
Rynne gazed at her in genuine surprise. âWhat? Why not? What kind of party is this without punch?â
âA proper dinner party for adults, Hawke,â Aveline said. âWhich we all are, in case you needed reminding.â
Fenris turned away and scratched his nose, and Rynne couldnât look at him. If she did, sheâd either start laughing again or sheâd say something filthy, and Avelineâs opinion of her was clearly dropping with every passing moment.
Rynne waved dismissively. âOf course! That makes sense. Adult dinner party, Donnicâs lovely cooking, Merrillâs cake. It sounds wonderful. Weâll be there!â She nodded pertly.
Aveline eyed her suspiciously, then nodded and stepped away. âCome for five oâclock. And donât be late.â
Rynne blinked innocently. âMe, be late? Never!â She saluted Aveline. âGuard-Captain.â
Aveline gave her a tiny smile, then waved and walked away. As soon as she was out of earshot, Fenris leaned in close to Rynneâs ear. âA party without punch? I wonder whether youâll survive the night.â
She shivered. His lovely voice was quiet but laced with laughter, and the mere sound of it sent a pulse of heat down her throat and into the base of her belly.Â
She turned and stepped close to him. âThe real question is how Iâm going to survive a night of sitting next to you and not being able to stroke that lovely cock of yours.â
He scoffed and ran a hand through his hair, then darted a quick look around the street. âKaffas, Hawke. You will make me blush.â
She smiled slowly. âCan you show me?â
His eyebrows rose. âShow you what? My⊠blushing?â
âYes,â she purred. âEvery last blushing inch of you.â She leaned into his chest and curled her fingers against his abdomen.
She waited eagerly as his face shifted from surprise to something much more heated. She lifted her chin in invitation, then watched avidly as the tip of his tongue flicked out to wet his lips.Â
âWhat about Hubert and the Bone Pit?â he asked. His voice was quiet: an intimate near-whisper, like the kind of voice he would use while murmuring to her in bed.Â
She pressed herself more firmly against his chest. âFuck Hubert and the Bone Pit,â she breathed. âActually, I take that back. Iâd much rather fuck you.â
His eyes darted up to meet hers, and Rynne stared breathlessly at him. Then he placed his hand on her hip.
Her breath left her in a sharp sigh. It was so innocuous, really: just the touch of his hand â the mere resting of his palm on her hip. It shouldnât be affecting her this way; it shouldnât be raising the pulse at her throat or bringing a thrill to life between her legs. It was just his hand, after all. Sheâd been groped more firmly than this during the first ten seconds of stepping into the Hanged Man.
But this wasnât some random smelly drunk; this was Fenris. This was Fenrisâs hand on her hip while they were standing in public. Public touching â or any touching outside of the bedroom, really â was something he was still getting used to. But here he was, touching her in public, placing his hand on her body in an affectionate matter right here in the middle of the streetâŠÂ
Rynne was so fucking thrilled that she almost leapt on him on the spot.
He tilted his face closer to hers, and she stopped breathing altogether. âBack to your house it is, then,â he whispered.
She pulled in a breath, then beamed at him. âGood,â she murmured. âThatâs all I really wanted, anyway.â
Two minutes later, they were back in her mansion. Five minutes after that, they were naked in her bed. Fenris was pressing her hands into the mattress while his cock slid through the creamy heat between her legs, and Rynne was staring at his parted and panting lips in a deliriously happy haze.Â
Well, at least sheâd tried to leave the house today. That had to count for something, right?
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Later that evening, Rynne scuffed her feet sheepishly as she and Fenris walked away from Avelineâs house.Â
She glanced sideways at Fenris and chewed her lip uncertainly. His expression was very neutral, and he hadnât said a word since Aveline had told them in exasperation to go home.Â
The evening had started out well enough. She and Fenris had had sex twice that afternoon in addition to their usual morning fuck, and by the time theyâd arrived at Avelineâs house fifteen minutes late â very good by Rynneâs standards â she was feeling quite confident that sheâd be able to make it through the evening without getting overly, er, distracted.Â
Everyone had seemed pretty stilted when Rynne and Fenris first walked in â not surprising to Rynne, given Avelineâs agenda of a so-called âadult partyâ. So Rynne had provided a little social lubrication by picking a topic at random to talk about. âDid you all notice itâs a full moon?â she said cheerfully. âFunnily enough, this is the best time to pick blood lotus. The moonlight brings out its aphrodisiac properties.â She wiggled her eyebrows.Â
Merrill blinked. âReally? I didnât know that.â
Rynne winked at her. âItâs a useful tip, that. Store it away for later.â
Merrill tittered, but Aveline sighed. âYou and that pirate wench. Itâs always got to be something dirty with you two, hasnât it?â
Rynne widened her eyes. âWhy Aveline, I didnât know you saw potion-making as a kink.â
Anders and Merrill laughed, and Aveline rolled her eyes. Then Fenris spoke up, and in Rynneâs opinion, that was where the trouble began.
âWe could talk about religion or politics,â he said. âThose topics are never controversial.â
His tone was very dry and extremely appealing, and Rynne gazed dreamily at the tiny hint of a smirk on his lips.
Sebastian tutted playfully. âAre you looking to start a war in Avelineâs house?â he said to Fenris.
Anders huffed. âMaybe we should talk about magic while weâre at it. Thatâll really start a war.âÂ
To Rynneâs surprise and delight, Fenris didnât rise to the obvious bait; instead, he leaned back on the couch and swirled his wine glass. âAnd maybe you should bring finer wine next time youâre invited to someoneâs home.â
There was a general ooh of appreciation at Fenrisâs remark, and Varric smirked at Anders. âBetter find yourself some elfroot for that burn, Blondie.â
Merrill blinked at her glass. âIs the wine bad? I didnât notice.â
Donnic eyed his glass apprehensively. âIt does smell a little off. Where did you say you got this, Anders?â
They continued to tease Anders about the wine, and Rynne tried to pay attention and join in like she usually did, but her attention kept drifting back to Fenris.Â
He wasnât even doing anything provocative, for fuckâs sake. But Rynneâs enamoured brain couldnât stop translating his every move into something more erotic. Every time his fingers ran along the stem of his wine glass, she couldnât help but imagine those fingers trailing softly along the line of her throat. When he lifted the glass to his lips, all she could think about was the feel of his lips caressing the heat between her legs. He smiled at something Varric said, and all she could see was the tender curl of his smile as he pushed her down on the bed and crawled onto the mattress to join her.Â
Rynne tried to be a good guest at Avelineâs dinner party. She made clever comments when the others spoke to her, and she laughed when everyone else was laughing, but she couldnât stop watching Fenris. She couldnât stop staring at his mouth when he was speaking, and she couldnât stop thinking about those evocatively gesturing hands stroking her skin. When he ran his hand absently through his hair, she couldnât stop imagining her own fingers sinking into his soft snow-white hair as he dragged his teeth over her nippleâ
âCan we go home and fuck now?â she asked him.
His head whipped up in surprise â in all fairness, everyoneâs heads whipped up at her words â and Rynne instantly wanted to punch herself. Fuck, fuck, she hadnât meant to say that out loud.Â
Aveline pinched the bridge of her nose. âHawke, in the name of all thatâs holyâŠâ
She grimaced, but it wasnât really Avelineâs reaction she was concerned about; it was Fenrisâs. He was staring at her in silence, and his eyes were wide with surprise, and Rynne was feeling guiltier by the second. It was one thing to make playful lewd comments to Fenris when they were just friends and she could hide it under the guise of flirting with everyone, but things were different now. She and Fenris were together now â blissfully, wonderfully together â and their relationship wasnât a secret by any means, but Fenris was so private about his personal matters.
She waited in agony for him to react. When he didnât, she turned to Aveline with a smile. âSo! That new guard rotation you put in place the other day. Thatâs sounding very, er, fascinating. Can you tell meââ
Aveline sighed loudly. âJust go, all right?
Rynne raised her eyebrows. âEh?â
âGo home,â Aveline commanded. She shot Fenris a stern look. âYou too. Weâll try this again when youâre ready to be mature adults.â
And that was how Rynne and Fenris were unceremoniously evicted from Avelineâs dinner party.Â
Rynne eyed him nervously as they made their way back to her mansion. He hadnât spoken a word since her lusty exclamation, and she wasnât quite sure what to make of his silence. She knew he wasnât mad, per se; when Fenris was mad, he made sure she knew it. But that somehow only made his quiet all the more unnerving.Â
There was nothing for it. If he wasnât going to talk, then Rynne certainly was. âI hope you werenât hungry,â she said. âDonnicâs cooking really did smell good. You remember how bad a cook he was when he and Aveline first started dating? Funny how married life seems to have turned him into a real domestic sort.â
Fenris nodded, but still didnât speak. Rynne swallowed hard, then smiled at him more brightly still. âI donât know about you, but I still remember that pie he made that one time for your weekly card game. You remember the one? It had blueberries and blue cheese in it for some unholy reasonââ
He suddenly grabbed her arm. She squeaked in surprise, but before she could ask what was wrong, he was hustling her into the nearest alley.Â
He trapped her against the dirty stone wall. âStop talking,â he grunted.
She stared breathlessly at him. If this was any other context, sheâd be delighted at the thought of being penned between Fenrisâs lovely lean body and the wall. But his face was creased into a scowl and his chest was rising and falling quite heavily â oh no, was he mad at her after all?
She grimaced. âFuck. Am I in trouble?â
âYes,â he said. Then he shook his head roughly. âNo. I⊠IâmâŠâ He took a deep breath, then he surged forward and kissed her.
She instantly arched toward him. Her eager lips parted for him, and a shameless moan escaped her throat before he muffled it with his wine-flavoured tongue.
And his hands â Maker fucking save her: his hands were sliding down the small of her back to cradle her ass. Rynne tilted her pelvis toward him in a desperate bid for contact, and to her utter delight, Fenris pulled her closer with his hands on her ass. He pressed his hips into hers, and she broke their desperate kiss with a gasp as his hard bulge pressed against the vee of her thighs.
She swallowed convulsively before speaking. âSo⊠so it seems Iâm not the only dirty-minded idiot whoâs preoccupied by the thought of us being naked and sweatyââ
âShut up, Hawke,â he groaned. He nipped her lower lip, drawing another tiny gasp from her throat, then kissed her again and pushed his knee between her legs.Â
Rynne broke from his mouth and dragged in a tremulous breath. Her hips were already rocking forward to meet his thigh, and his face was still twisted in a beautiful lustful scowl, and⊠Makerâs fucking balls, it would take another ten minutes for them to get home. A whole ten torturous minutesâŠÂ
âFenris,â she whimpered.Â
He brushed his thumb over her lips. âStop talking,â he whispered. âI canât think when you are talking. I canât⊠I can think of nothing but this.â He pulled her more firmly against his thigh.
Rynne pressed her lips together hard to quell another moan. Frankly, she was relieved by his admission. He was so well-behaved in public that sheâd been half-worried that she was alone in her obsessive thoughts.Â
She clasped his neck in her hands. âMe neither,â she breathed. âI canât think of anything else either. I want you all the time, and everything you do turns me onââ
âRynne,â he begged. âStop. Talking.â He kissed her once more, and Rynne happily submitted to his lips and his hands on her neck and her butt â no, not her butt anymore, but travelling over her hip and up to her waist, and â and higherâŠ?
His thumb stroked the edge of her bustier beneath her shirt, and it was too much: his hands over her clothes when she just wanted them stroking her skin? The tempting hint of heat from his palms, separated from her skin by the offensive barrier of her shirt? It was a waste, a waste of his hands and all the ways they could make her come undone, and sheâd waited long enough.Â
She dragged her lips away from his and arched her chest toward him. âFuck me,â she whimpered.Â
He exhaled hard. âHawkeâŠâ
âPlease, Fenris, fuck me,â she begged. She reached down and clumsily started unlacing her trousers.Â
He grabbed her hands. âStop,â he hissed. âNot here.â
âPlease,â she whispered. âA quick one now, and when we get home Iâll treat you real nice, I promise.â
He dragged a hand through his hair, then let out a little laugh. âFestis bei umo canavarum,â he muttered. âYouâre irrepressible.âÂ
âI think the word youâre looking for is âinsatiableâ,â she purred, and she trailed her fingers down his chest.Â
He grabbed her hand again. âCome,â he said, and he pulled her out of the alley.Â
His bare feet were silent as they ran, leaving Rynne to hear the full cacophony of her own harsh breathing and her heart pounding in her ears. They pelted back to her house without talking, and by the time Rynne was shoving her key into the lock, she was so out of breath she nearly couldnât speak.Â
She wrestled the door open and stumbled inside. Fenris shut the door behind her and locked it, and before she had a chance to do more than take a breath, he was walking her backwards with those strong elegant hands of his on her hips.Â
Fenris crowded her against the wall once more, and Rynne stared at him as she tried to catch her breath. There was a light glow of sweat on his nose, and his lips were parted as he fought for breath.Â
She reached up and started unlacing her shirt. âYouâre fond of this wall, arenât you?â
His eyes flicked from her fingers up to her eyes. âPardon?â
âThis wall,â she said with a cheeky smile. âThis was where you first kissed me. Remember?â
He exhaled slowly. âOf course I remember,â he said. âI could never forget.âÂ
Rynne grinned and finished loosening the laces of her shirt. Fenris gently pushed her hand aside and parted the neckline of her shirt, and when he ran his fingers lightly over the swell of her breast, she shuddered in anticipation. But then he spoke, and his words were serious and soft.
âThis is not like before,â he said. âYou are aware of that?â
She glanced at him. His expression was tender and a little bit melancholy. âWhat do you mean?â she asked breathlessly.
He tipped her chin up and looked her in the eye. âEverything that transpires between us now. It⊠it is not like before.â He licked his lips slowly. âI wasnât⊠I wasnât thinking before. I came to you without thinking, and I wasnât ready. But nowâŠâ He exhaled once more, then suddenly pressed himself against her.
He clasped her neck in both hands, and Rynne melted shamelessly into his body. He brushed her nose with his, then drifted his lips over her ear.Â
âNow this is all I think about,â he whispered. âStripping you bare, laying with you, the touch of your lips on mine, itâs⊠it is all I want, Hawke.â He stroked her neck with his thumbs. âIf I could go back and show myself all that I was missing by forgoing all those years with youâŠâÂ
Her swollen heart was pounding with adoration now rather than exertion. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around him. âYour turn to shut up now,â she said. âNo regrets, Fenris. Donât think about before. Just be here with me now.âÂ
âI am,â he murmured. âI am right here.â He stroked her neck, then ran his knuckles over the swell of her breast, and Rynne panted fitfully as his fingers moved closer to the edge of the bustier cup without dipping inside.Â
He lowered his head and dropped the softest kiss on her breast, and Rynne snapped. She roughly untucked her shirt and pulled it over her head, then threw it on the floor. âFuck me,â she begged. âPlease, Fenris, Iâve been waiting long enoughââ
He lifted her up abruptly, and Rynne hastily grabbed his shoulders as he walked them toward the stairs. A few seconds later, he shoved open her bedroom door and tossed her on the bed.Â
âTake off your clothes,â he said. He turned away to close the bedroom door.Â
Rynne eagerly obeyed his command, kicking off her slippers and fumbling with her trouser laces at the same time. âSo bossy,â she purred. âIâll listen to that bossy tone anytime.â
He turned back to her with a smirk and sauntered toward the bed. âSays the woman who has been making carnal demands of me all day.âÂ
She grinned at him. âIf you donât like my carnal demands, maybe you shouldnât keep fulfilling them so well.â She lifted her hips and roughly pushed her trousers down, then hooked her thumbs into her smalls, but before she could tug them down as well, Fenris took her hands in his.
He pushed her hands aside and brushed his fingers over the damp fabric between her legs. A bolt of pleasure ran straight from the apex her thighs up to her throat, and she released it in a gasp of want. âPlease,â she begged. âTouch me.âÂ
Fenris hummed thoughtfully. âMore demands,â he mused. He carefully pulled the crotch of her smallclothes aside and smoothed his fingers through her slippery warmth.
She tensed and jerked her hips. His touch was so fucking gentle, just a light and careful petting of his elegant fingers, and every delicate pass of his fingertips seemed to lift the needy buzzing between her legs to an even higher pitch.
âFenris, please,â she begged. âI want more.â
He chuckled â Maker save her from that beautiful laugh â then kneeled at the foot of the bed. âIâm doing as you asked,â he said. âI am touching you.â
She burst out a breathless laugh. âYou horrible tease.â
He continued to pet her with a light and gentle touch. âPersuade me, Hawke. Youâre very good at that.â
He was smirking again, and he sounded so damned cocksure and smug. It would have made her laugh if she wasnât so desperate.Â
She sat up on her elbows and looked him in the eye. âI am hungry for you, Fenris,â she said baldly. âI donât just want you. I fucking need you. I need you inside of me and touching me, and I swear Iâm going to fucking fall apart if you donât put those gorgeous handsââ
He pulled her smallclothes off and slicked his tongue between her legs. Rynne broke off with a cry of rapture, and Fenris ran his tongue along her flesh and up to the rapidly beating pulse point at the apex of her thighs.
Then his hands were moving too, smoothing along the insides of her thighs in a tender caress that complemented the torrid stroke of his tongue, and Rynne undulated toward him in a wordless bid for more. It all felt so fucking good, his mouth between her legs and his fingers gripping her thigh while his other hand slid up to rest on her belly, and it didnât matter that she and Fenris had just finished doing this a few hours ago. It didnât matter that the muscles of her inner thighs were perpetually sore from how often theyâd been having sex. No matter how many times she had him, she always wanted more.Â
That was the problem with Fenris: he was everything, everything Rynne had been wanting for so many years. And now that she had him here, with that smile and that fine lean body and that fucking laugh that she loved so much, she couldnât get enough.Â
He carefully lapped her clit and curled his fingers inside of her, and her climax tore through her body in a rapturous shiver. She spread her legs wide and cried out, her hips rolling toward his face as though to steal every last scrap of pleasure that his skillful tongue could provide, and when the tips of her toes were numb from the strength of her climax, she lowered her hips to the bed and sat up.
âGet naked,â she panted. âRight now.â Fenris was still fully clothed, and in Rynneâs opinion, covering that gorgeous body with clothes was a crime.Â
He wiped his face on her thigh and rose to his feet, then started shedding his clothes. âI should tell you to do the same,â he said, and he shot a pointed look at her bustier.Â
She grinned and started untying the laces on her bustier. By the time the bustier was discarded by the bed, Fenris was bare from the waist up.
Rynne shamelessly studied the lean muscles of his tattooed back as he pushed his leggings down. His cock was standing at attention, and when he turned to face her, a rush of saliva filled her mouth at the perfect sight.
She rolled onto her side and beckoned him close. He smirked at her as he approached the bed. âAll right. Now what demandsââ
She hooked her hand around his thigh and pulled him closer, then took his cock into her mouth. He gasped in shock, and his hand rose to cup her cheek.Â
She reluctantly released him to meet his eye. âIs this all right?â she asked breathlessly.
âYes,â he rasped. âYes, of â yes, I want it. You just â you took me by surprise.â
She smiled. âI told you I was hungry,â she said, and she took him into her mouth once more.
He groaned and sank his fingers into her hair, and Rynne closed her eyes to better savour the feel of him sliding across her hard palate toward her throat. She angled her head to take him deeper and listened carefully to the quality of his breathing, eager to give him the same amount of pleasure that heâd given to her.Â
He moaned and pumped his hips slightly, and a thrill of vicarious pleasure rippled through her chest. She curled her hips toward him by instinct, conditioned and cued by the sound of his pleasure.Â
Then she gasped in surprise. His hand was pushing her thighs apart, and then his finger was sliding inside of her.Â
She moaned helplessly around his cock. He was curling his finger inside of her, coaxing her eagerness forth with a slow come-hither motion, and within seconds, Rynne was thrusting toward his hand with rising desperation.Â
It was too much and not enough. It felt so damned good, but she wanted more. His fingers were filling her pussy and his cock was filling her throat, but she needed more. She needed him, all of him, his body flush to hers and his skin sliding hot and sweaty against her own. She needed his gasping voice in her ear and his adoring kiss on her lips and his careful stroking hands, and she needed him to fill her up until she was complete.Â
She pushed his hand away and sat back on her knees, then dragged him onto the bed. âHold me,â she whimpered.Â
âYes,â he breathed. His hands were everywhere now, tracing the edge of her jaw, sliding through her hair and down to her neck, fondling her breast and thumbing her nipple, encircling her waist as he pulled her onto his lap to straddle himâŠ
He pulled her firmly onto the length of his cock. A wave of sheer, perfect pleasure fanned out through her thighs and up through her belly, and she cried out in ecstasy.Â
He dropped his gasping lips to her breast. He was supporting himself with one arm, but his other arm was tight around her waist as he pumped his hips to fill her up. His skin was just as heated and sweat-laced as she had hoped, and he was soâŠÂ
Fuck it, he really was everything. He was the only lover who had ever made her feel this much before. There was no one like him, no one she could ever imagine filling her body and her heart in this exquisite way, and there was only one reason for that: Fenris was the love of her life.
And that, she realized, was why their sex felt so fucking good. Every time they came together, every time their clothes fell away as they fell into bed, it was more than just a frenzied expression of lust. It was more than just an exchange of pleasure. It was an encounter of two bodies that ran to the same rhythm and two hearts that pulsed to the same dizzying beat of love. Fenris was the man of her dreams, the man sheâd dreamed of for years and the man who held her close when her dreams were too difficult to bear, and he was the only person she would ever love this much for as long as she lived.Â
They moved together with increasing urgency, his hands gripping her body and her fingers tightening in his hair as she rode him at a furious rhythm, and when Fenris gasped in climax, she hugged him tightly and savoured every fitful shudder that rippled across his skin.Â
Once his body had gone still with relaxation, he lifted his face from her chest and smiled, and Rynne smiled helplessly back at him. She brushed his damp hair away from his face. âI know why Aveline really kicked us out,â she said.
Fenris huffed in amusement. âI thought her reason was pretty clear.â
Rynne smiled more widely. âYes, all right, Iâm a crass and dirty bitch. But thatâs not really why. Itâs because she knows what this is like.â She rubbed his earlobe affectionately. âYou remember her and Isabela talking, back when she and Donnic first got together. Aveline knows what this is like.âÂ
Fenrisâs smile grew soft. He wrapped his arm around her waist and rolled them over carefully until he was lounging between her legs.Â
He stroked her cheek with his thumb. âYou may be right about that,â he murmured.Â
She smiled at him wordlessly. His face was full of fondness and so damned handsome, and Rynne simply admired him until he lowered his lovely face to hers for a kiss.
They kissed for a long and leisurely time, tongues twining and lips meeting until Rynne lost track of the time. But eventually she felt him.Â
She shifted her hips, and a ripple of anticipation rose to her throat. It was the telltale pressure of his cock hardening inside of her, even though he had never pulled away.
She leaned away from his infinitely tempting lips. âAgain?â she asked eagerly.Â
He smirked. âYou said you were insatiable. I need to test the theory.â
His damned voice was a deep and teasing purr, and Rynne basked in the glorious sound of it. âI like the sound of that,â she breathed, and she flexed her hips to meet him.
He inhaled sharply, then lowered his face and kissed her again. And for the rest of the night, she and Fenris moved and shifted together, blissfully making the love that would tie them together for the rest of their lives.Â
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Dread Moon, Chapter 13 Excerpt
[Context: Post-Inquisition, Pre-Trespasser...Dorian has been ârescuedâ and is headed back to Skyhold with his Inquisition fam. Anders is struggling to find his place in Kirkwall again, and without Justice. Hawke tries to big sister him to repair their friendship. It starts to work...sorta.]
[Oh shit! Also...have I mentioned how important Oranaâs cinnamon buns are to keeping all of Hawkeâs friends from killing each other?]
...
A hungover Evelyn was not happy that she had to practically drag Dorian and Cullen aboard the ship Harding had chartered for them the next morning. Bull, and even Alarion, who was technically their prisoner, though it was easy to forget that he would be taken directly to the dungeons as soon as they arrived at Skyhold, came along much more willingly. Aveline as Guard-Captain, and Varric as the official Inquisition ambassador in Kirkwall were there to see them off, and Merrill had accompanied them, having woken up as bright and chipper as ever before sunrise. Hawke and the others opted to sleep in and enjoy the comforts of the Hawke estate, which most of them had been missing for the past few weeks, months, and even years, in Andersâ case.
Just like old times, Orana had cinnamon buns baking and coffee brewing by the time Hawke even realized sheâd missed her chance to say goodbye.
She rolled over, from dead asleep to wide awake in an instant. âFenris!â The mid-morning sun was already streaming in through the curtains. âHow could you let me sleep in and miss sending Trevelyn and Cully-Wully off?â
Fenris had already gone for a morning run, done his meditations, bathed, dressed, and was reading on the chaise across the room while enjoying a bowl of strawberries with his cinnamon bun and a cup of hot water and lemon, all parts of his routine that he had been missing dearly for quite some time.
âItâs not really a matter of âlettingâ youâŠâ he murmured, not looking up from his book.
âIs everyone else gone, too?â
âIsabela just woke up. Sheâs downstairs with Anders and Orana in the kitchen trying to convince someone to make her an omelette. Your sister said she had to go meet another potential donor for the College. And Merrill went with Varric and Aveline.â
âWhy?â
Fenris shrugged, finally looking up at her. âPerhaps she was just being nice?â
âWeird.â She eyed his plate. âAre there anymore cinnamon buns?â
Fenris smiled and shook his head, returning his attention to the book. âIâm sure Orana saved you one.â
Hawke spent the rest of the morning nursing her hangover, gossiping with Isabela and Varric when he returned from the Docks, helping Merrill move more of her stuff into the estate, and insisting on buying Anders a new robe and a trip to the barber.
âYou can keep the beard, Anders! But itâs in desperate need of some tidying up. Hobo apostate chic is so...not a thing anymore. And your hair could use a trim, too. The messy man bun still works for you, I think, but the dead ends...youâve just taken the look way too far.â
âEven I get my glorious chest hair groomedâŠâ Varric bragged, puffing his chest out even more than usual.
Merrillâs eyes lit up. âReally?!â
âNext time, Daisy...Iâll let you tag along to my appointment.â
âOh! How fun!â
âI just donât think I need --â Anders began to protest again.
Isabela eyed him knowingly. âNo harm in cleaning yourself up! You know...in case you run into anyone cuteâŠâ
Anders shot her a quick glare and then turned back to Hawke. âFine,â he sighed in defeat.
...
An afternoon shopping with and cleaning Anders up turned out to be quite exhausting for both of them, and they headed back to the Hawke estate tired, hungry, and irritable, but not entirely unsuccessful.
âIt looks good, you knowâŠâ Hawke grumbled, trying not to look like she was admiring him too much. No one could ever call Anders âugly,â but new clothes and a bit of grooming had certainly reminded her how attractive he was. âI think eating food the past few days has helped a lot, too,â she added, just to annoy him.
âThanks,â he grunted begrudgingly. He had thought the barber had done a fine job of accentuating the parts of his face that he didnât completely hate. And the robe heâd picked, after so much fretting, was a nice teal velvet, free-flowing and comfortable, weighted perfectly for his tall lanky frame, with lots of useful pockets inside for potions and herbs and tools. It had gold accents that brought out the amber of his eyes and the various shades of blonde that actually washing his hair had revealed. Even he had to admit that it was nice to look down and appreciate what he was wearing, and how he looked in a mirror for the first time in...well, since heâd come to Kirkwall, really. Justice hadnât really had much patience for vanity, after all.
But the two of them actually sharing a moment of gratitude and appreciation was short-lived.
âAnders, get behind meâŠâ Hawke muttered, glaring ahead of them into the lengthening shadows of one of Kirkwallâs many winding alleys.
A large sinister-looking figure stepped out, brandishing a Templarâs sword from under his ill-fitting cloak. Several others, smaller in stature, but no less ill-intended emerged behind him. All of them wore hoods or masks to hide their faces. Hawke grinned. Too afraid to even reveal themselves...this would be easy.
âOur beef isnât with you, Champion. Best get out of the way,â the big one muttered.
Hawke laughed. âI thought we routed all you inbred mage-haters out of the city years ago! Show your faces, you cowards!â
âWe represent Kirkwall. You brought this murderer, this terrorist, back to our city, just as we had begun to rebuild from what he did, and we intend to do what you could not five years ago before he does anymore harm.â
âKirkwall is BETTER NOW, you idiot! Are you so blinded by your ignorance and hate that you donât see it?â
âI ask you once more, to please step aside. And let this man answer for his crimes.â
âNo.â
âYou donât have to do this...â Anders muttered behind her.
âOh, shut up. You know I do!â she said through gritted teeth, refusing to take her eyes off of the menacing group forming in front of them.
âVery well, then. Try not to kill the Champion, but if you must...â He motioned toward them with his sword and the rest of the group swarmed out of the alley, swords and knives and bows out in front of them. There were far more of them than Hawke had imagined, but they were clearly not trained or very well-organized, and many of their weapons were makeshift or old family heirlooms, heavy and rusted. Most of them didnât stand a chance. Anders noticed several of the hooded figures were small, child-sized, even for dwarves, and he felt his stomach drop.
âHawke, donât!â he shouted. âTheyâre mostly civilians! And children!â
âThey want to kill you!â Hawke shouted back, daggers flashing as she unsheathed them, ready to pounce on the first person who dared to attack. âCivilian or not!â
Anders was panicking. He didnât want this. This is precisely why heâd hidden himself away in a cave for five years. He felt himself reaching for Justice, trying to will him to take over. He didnât want to be here, he didnât want to see this, didnât want to be a witness or to have to decide between his own life and that of someone else, let alone a child, however murderous. Justice could make those hard decisions. Justice could protect him from the guilt. But Justice was gone.
âFaith and Justice send their regardsâŠâ a familiar voice murmured. In his head? Mostly...though his shimmering presence was beginning to coalesce nearby. Compassion.
âCole! Can you help?!â
The figure nodded, and Hawke did a double-take when she finally noticed him.
âWhoâŠ?â
âNevermind! Get out of the way, Hawke!â
She stepped aside as the shimmering spirit-boy-thing walked right into Anders, and a blinding golden light exploded out of him, pushing the angry mob back as they shielded their eyes.
âAbomination!â the leader of the group cried out, his cloak thrown back revealing full Templar armor underneath, though it was ill-fitting and unpolished. âWe must kill him before he transforms into a demon!â
But many of the others had begun to back away, lowering their weapons, pulling their friends and family members along with them.
âYour friends are smart.â Hawke grinned at the man, sauntering up to him with a swagger that Anders had always both loved and hated in equal measure. âShow me that Templar sword again, big man.â
He raised his sword in front of himself defensively, but he couldnât hide his trembling.
âAnd take off that stupid hood!â Hawke whipped one of her daggers up and knocked his hood back to reveal a plump-faced, orange-haired man with a ruddy complexion. He looked terrified. âAh, of course! Ser Mettin! Who let you back into the city? I thought weâd made it quite clear you werenât welcome here after you threatened to...hmmm...what did you say about my sister? âPut that little witch in her placeâ?â
She dragged her dagger across his cheek, tracing the line of a scar that ran from his ear to his nose. âBethany gave you this with one flick of her wrist, but you deserved worse. My sister really is the kind and benevolent one of the family. Sheâs busy at the moment, so Iâll go ahead and finish you off for her.â
âThis is my city, too! You and your sister and your friends canât just do as you please!â
âWhy not? Meredith and the Templars certainly did for more than a decadeâŠâ
âThat was different!â
âYouâre right. She was cruel and abusive and driven to madness by her greed for power. Weâve just been trying to help this Maker-forsaken city.â
âHawke, let him go,â Anders said. Cole was back beside him, watching curiously as Hawke pressed her dagger against his other cheek.
âHe doesnât deserve thatâŠâ she mused, sliding the dagger down his jaw to his throat. âHow many other mages did you âput in their place,â Mettin?â
Suddenly a barrier flashed between Hawke and Mettin, and the man winced, half expecting it to have been some kind of killing spell. âLet him go!â
Hawke turned around, livid with Anders for interfering with her kill, and it gave Mettin just enough time to throw his hood back up over his head and take off in the other direction.
âGo back to the estate!â she shouted angrily, preparing to pursue him.
âItâs not worth it, Hawke,â Anders sighed.
âI know...heâs pathetic, right? Totally out of shape...I bet he dies of a heart attack before I even get to slit his throat.â
Anders looked at her pleadingly, those damn doe eyes of his begging mercy for the man whoâd just tried to incite an angry mob against them. Sheâd always had a weakness for them, and especially now, with his hair pulled back away from his face, and the new robe with its contrasting teal and gold drawing all her attention to them.
âFuck, Anders! But heâs complete garbage,â she whined.
âSo forget him. Letâs just go.â
Hawke stared longingly down the dark alley, then sighed. âFineâŠâ
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Coffee Shop - Part 2 (Alistair x Anders - Modern AU)
Before you read this... check out Coffee Shop - Part 1 and the 12 Days of Anderstair challenge. :)Â
Summary: After a tumultuous beginning, everything seems like itâs really going to work out for Anders... Rated M: angst and adult topics. Under a cut for length. [Andersâ POV, first person, present tense.]
Six months later (June)
âLove, you're going to be late,â I chide. Alistair is a bear in the morning. He groans and growls until he's finished his first cup of coffeeâwhich he takes blonde, but unsweetened, by the way.
âIt's okay⊠my interns are about to graduate, anywayâŠâ he says. âThey don't need me.â
I perch on the edge of the bed and kiss his forehead. âI'm sure that's not true.â
âCan you please come back to bed?â he asks. âJust for ten or fifteen minutes?â
âWhat do you think you'll actually accomplish in that paltry amount of time?â I smirk.
âI don't knowâlet's find out,â he snakes a hand around my waist and pulls me back toward him. He's still nakedâand beautiful. But I'm already dressed and heading to work for my first client of the day.
âI have to goâsee you tonight, Love.â I kiss him again and take off.
We still technically have two apartments, but I barely use mine. I have spent more than half the nights of the last six months in unit 506. Even Pounce thinks we live there. I carry him between homes daily. I'm planning to bring it upâthe possibility of cohabitationâbut I haven't had the guts. I want to tell him I love him first⊠I havenât had the guts to do that either.
On my walk to the train, I look down at my phone. Our group chat is still going strong.
Isabela: how's life is la-la-land, Andy?
Merrill: I think he might be too love drunk to answer
Even Merrill makes fun of me now. I don't mind, though. I have the sexiest boyfriend I can imagine. Nothing can eviscerate my good mood.
Anders: that reminds me, I need your help, guys.
Hawke: what can we do, bud?
Fenris: is this serious?
Anders: I want to move in with Alistair. I'm not sure how to ask him.
Isabela: you guys basically live together already. Why don't you just bring your stuff upstairs tomorrow and be done with it?
Fenris: that is horrible advice.
Anders: I just want him to know that I'm ready to take the next step.
Merrill: ask him to dinner... and while you're there, tell him you love him and you think it's ridiculous that you still pay two rents.
Anders: that's the problem⊠we haven't said⊠that.
Fenris: you've been dating for half a year. You're not in love?
Anders: It isn't that. I'm definitely in love with him, we just haven't said it.
Merrill: he definitely loves you.
Hawke: it's obvious.
Isabela: just shout it out the next time you're banging himâthat's the easiest time because if it doesn't go well you can blame it on the heat of the moment.
Hawke: you're terrible
Isabela: I know.
I'm laughing when I get onto the train and it carries me through the whole day. Before I know it, I'm reversing my course and heading home. I stop by my apartment to pick up a few things and then proceed to the fifth floor. I'm early. Maybe we'll have time to make dinner together.
I find music blaring into the hallwayâitâs that same kind of jazz that Alistair always plays. This isn't unusual; heâs probably cleaningâthis is the music that pumps him up to vacuum, apparently.
I'm about to call out for Alistair when I see an unfamiliar coat slung across the back of a chair and a messenger bag next to it on the floor.
I walk into the living room and don't see anyone, but a glint of light makes me look into the loft. Shadows flicker against the wall. I'm not sure why, but I creep up the stairs noiselessly.
Oh god.
Just 5 stairs up, I see it. The love of my life kissing a handsome blonde. I've only seen him twice in my life, but his face is etched into the darkest recesses of my mindâIt's fucking Cullen.
I'm completely silent. I turn on my heel and I'm half way back to my apartment before I even realize I'm crying.
I shut the door and bolt it behind me. Pounce comes bounding out to see me. I slide down the wall and end up slumped on the floor. I pick up the phone and call Hawke. I don't even know why he's the oneâI just feel like he'll know what to do.
âHawke?â I sob.
âHey... buddy, are you okay?â asks Hawke. He sounds horrified.
âAlistair's cheating on me,â I cry. I'm a complete mess. My eyes sting and I can't breathe.
âHow do you know?â he asks.
âBecause I came home early and caught him kissing his ex⊠or non-ex⊠whatever,â I trail off. In my head, I replay our first conversation about Cullen. Alistair said, âI used to be in love with him.â Words he's never said to me. Words he never will, I'm sure.
âOh my god, Anders,â says Hawke, âI'm so sorry.â
I can hear Merrill in the background, she's asking what is going onâwhy he looks so pale. He hesitates.
âIt's okay, Hawke,â I manage, âyou can tell her. I need to go anywayâŠâ
âAnders?â he pauses, âDo you want me to come over?â
âNoâŠâ I answer unequivocally. âIt's nice of you to offer, though. I'll call you tomorrow.â
I drop the phone at my side and wait. I know it will be about 3 minutes before the group text explodes on my behalf. I can't bare to look at it, though. On some level, this feels like it's my fault. I knew Alistair was a mess when we got togetherâI knew he was dangerous. He warned me.
âBut I love him,â I say to no one.
It's 6pm, but I'm so exhausted I can't stay upright. I drag myself to my bed and crawl under the covers. I haven't slept here in weeks. It doesn't seem like anyone ever did. The sheets don't smell like Alistair, but they don't smell like me either.
Who am I without him?
A few hours later, I wake up hot and uncomfortable. I start stripping off layers of clothes before getting back in bed. I notice my phone is lighting up like crazy and I pick it up. It's almost midnight now. I have six missed calls and 8 textsâthey're all from Alistair.
Alistair: hey, babe, just wondering when you're going to be home.
Alistair: hey⊠did you have a crazy day at work?
Alistair: I ended up coming home early...
Alistair: are you thinking fish or beef?
Alistair: sweetie, it's getting late. Are you ok?
Alistair: I'm starting to get worriedâplease call⊠just to let me know you're ok.
Alistair: I tried to call Hawke, but he didn't pick up.
Alistair: what's going on???
Alistair: I'm beginning to freak out. Where are you?
The most recent one was sent just two minutes ago. Iâm crying again. I can't seem to stop. My eyes hurt and I want to crawl into a hole and die.
There's a knock at my door. I know who it is before I look, but I creep toward the peephole anyway. Alistair looks really nervous. For a second, I think about opening the door, but I don't. Â I don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me like this. I shuffle away from the door and go back to bed, burying my head in the pillows. I have never been so thankful I never gave him a key.
The next morning, I can't bring myself to go to work. I reschedule my clients and stay in bed until 1pm. At that point, my anxiety is starting to kick up and I know that the only real remedy that works for me is aerobic exercise. I put on my sneakers and head outside. I pull my hood up in case I see anyone I knowâI don't feel like doing pleasant small talk. Itâs June, and incredibly stuffy, but that is a small price to pay for anonymity. Before I start running, I get a text from Hawke.
Hawke: dude, Alistair called me a bunch of times last night. I finally talked to him at like 1am. He was really worried.
Anders: what did you tell him?
Hawke: I said I couldn't get in the middle⊠but I implied that you arenât dead...
Good. I don't want to see him.
Hawke: but⊠I think you should tell him you're ok.
Anders: what?? The guy is fucking cheating on me.
Hawke: I'm not saying that you should forgive him⊠but he might report you as a missing person if you're not careful.
Anders: ok.
I start jogging while I think about what to say. I think about calling, but I don't think I can do it without crying. I decide to text him around the two-mile mark.
Anders: I'm ok. You can stop worrying.
Alistair: holy shit, Anders, I have been going crazy. Where were you??
Anders: I went home.
Alistair: what? What do you mean?
Anders: you know⊠to the apartment I pay for? The one with my name on the lease.
Alistair: why?
He's such an asshole. I can't believe he's playing dumb like thisâhe thinks he's gotten away with it.
Anders: this isn't working for me.
Alistair: what???
Anders: we need to break up.
Alistair: what? Why? Anders, please.
Before I even have a chance to type a response, he's calling me.
I answer, annoyance shrouding the lancinating pain I feel. âWhat?â
âAnders, I don't understand what's going on,â sputters Alistair.
I think he's crying.
âThis isn't working. We need to break up,â I say as callously as I can.
âButâŠâ he chokes out a little sob, âAnders, I thought everything was going so wellâŠâ
âSo did I,â I blurt.
âWhat?â
âNothing.â I clear my throat to keep from crying. This is the most painful conversation I've ever had in my life. Worse than breaking up with Karl by a factor of ten. âJust drop off my things outside my door and I'll put them inside later,â I instruct.
âOh my god, Anders,â he cries, âcan't we talk about this??â
âI'm sorry, but we can't,â I say definitively. Why is he this upset? Doesn't he have a supermodel-astronaut to fuck? âGoodbye, Al.â I hang up.
When I get back from my run, Alistair is sitting outside my doorâcamped out, arms across his chest. His face is tear-worn.
âWhat are you doing here?â I groan.
He stands, âI'm here to try to get a fucking straight answer out of you.â
That's rich.
âAnders,â he grabs both sides of my face to force me to look at him, âI love you.â
My heart breaks. I have been waiting for him to say that to me for months and now he says it like this??! When I've seen him with someone else?
âWhat kind of an idiot do you think I am?â I shake my head free.
âWhat?â He looks horrified.
I bury my fists in my hair and pull, hard enough that it's a little painful. âI can't do this.â
âWhy?â he asks. He's desperate.
Because you won't come clean with me. Because you're trying to trick me. Because you never loved me at allânot if you could DO that with someone else.
âI don't love you,â I lie. The words escape through my mouth with a hiss. âI don't see any kind of a future for us. We're done.â
He staggers back against the wall. Tears are streaming down his face now. I silently pray that no one comes down the hallwayâthey'll think I'm the worst person in the world based on what he looks like. Little do they know it's the other way around.
âFineâŠâ he manages. He wipes his face on the cuff of his sleeve and turns to walk toward the stairwell. âI'll drop of your things tomorrowâŠâ
âFine,â I open my door and quickly step behind it. I'm on the verge of losing it and I don't want him to see.
The second the door slams I'm sobbing againâmore angrily than ever. My sense of fairness has been assaulted. Why would he continue to pretend when it's so obvious I've caught him? Moreover, why is he sad at all? Why not just run off with Cullen into the sunset?
Then it occurs to me: maybe Cullen didn't want him. He never did beforeâfor a decade. Maybe Alistair lured him to the apartment somehow, told him he's still in love with him and kissed him, only to be rejected.
I laugh a little hysterically. I'm a consolation prize. I always have been.
I pick up the phone to call Hawke, who has called me three times since I last looked.
âHi,â he says cautiously. âDid you talk to him?â
âYes,â I manage. I'm still sort of crying, but outrage is helping me hold it together. âI broke up with him.â
âWowâŠâ Hawke sounds shocked. âSo is he getting back together with his ex?â
âHow would I know?â I snap.
âWellâŠâ Hawke clears his throat in confusion. âHe must have said something about him⊠if you were angry enough to break upâŠâ
I pause. âHe didn't come clean.â
âWhat do you mean?â asks Hawke. âHe denied it?â
I scoff, âNo. He wouldn't even bring it up. I told him this wasn't going to work out and all he did was cry.â
âHe cried?â Hawke is incredulous.
âYeahâŠâ I swallow audibly, âsobbed, actuallyââ
Hawke doesnât really respond, but I can hear him breathing.
âI really need to get out of here,â I whimper.
âYeah⊠Hanged Man?â he offers.
âIâll leave now,â I hang up.
The train ride to the bar feels interminable. Iâve never been so angry and raw and ruined. I feel like Iâll never recover. When I get there, Fenris and Isabela are already sitting in our corner. Merrill joins them a second later.
âWhereâs Hawke?â I ask.
âHe just went to take a call,â explains Merrill. âHeâll be right back.â
I slide into our usual booth next to Fenris, who pushes over into Isabela to make space for me.
âSo⊠Iâm sure Hawke already told youâŠâ I mumble.
All their faces fall at once, but only Merrill speaks.
âHawke, weâre justâŠâ she pauses to look at everyone else briefly, âweâre a little concerned that you might have made a rash decisionâŠâ
I blink. What the fuck is happening here?
Fenris pipes up, âAnders,â he puts a hand on my shoulder steadyingly, âweâre not saying youâre wrong⊠and if he did what you think, then weâll never speak to him again,â he pauses while everyone else nods in agreement. â...but weâve all come to know Alistairâthis just doesnât sound like himâŠâ
âWell, none of you were there,â I snap. âI saw them.â
âWhat were they doing, exactly?â asks Isabela.
Iâm perturbed that theyâre making me relive this, but what else did I expect? I donât believe it any more than they do.
âI came home and found them upstairs,â I say through clenched teeth, â...and they were sitting on the bedâour bedâkissing.â
âWere they dressed?â asks Isabela.
âDoes it matter?â I counter.
âWell, it matters a little, Anders,â says Merrill. âFor all you know, Alistair might have pushed him away two seconds after you fled!â
I have considered that alreadyâitâs a tiny ember of hope in the back corner of my mind that Iâm afraid to hold onto.
âThat sounds more like something Alistair would do,â says Fenris.
I canât believe everyoneâs sticking up for my boyfriend like this. Ex-boyfriend.
âEven still,â I push a hand through my hair and close my eyes. âIf he pushed him off or didnât, why were they there in the first place? How did they end up in the bedroom?â
Everyone shrugs. My heart sinks again. I was actually hoping someone would be able to provide me with a logical explanation.
âWe just think you should talk to himâŠâ adds Hawke; heâs over my shoulder suddenly. âAndâŠâ he sits next to me, draping an arm around my shoulders, âplease donât be angry, but I called himâŠâ
I turn, horrified, ready to start yelling, when I see Alistair in Hawkeâs shadow.
âCan we talk?â asks Alistair. He looks nervous.
I look at each of my friends in turn and take a deep breath. I can feel my face becoming a mask.
âOkayâŠâ I nod. Câmon, Anders⊠donât freak out.
Alistair leads me to a smaller booth on the other side of the bar. He hasâpresumptuouslyâgotten me a drink. The fact that he knows exactly what Iâd order makes me perversely happy, though.
âHawke explained what happened,â he says.
I look at him blankly.
â...that you saw⊠and that you were so hurt that you left,â he continues. âI wish I had heard that from you.â
âWell, I wish you werenât cheating on me, Al.â My voice is alarmingly shrill when I hear it.
He looks wounded. âThatâs not whatâs happening,â he says.
I raise an eyebrow. Little does he know, I'm rooting for him. I want to be proved wrong. I wish I could think of a plausible explanation.
âCullen showed up unannounced,â he begins.
I bristle at his name.
âI havenât spoken to him at all since weâve been together,â he says. âSo I was really surprised⊠but I let him in.â
I fold my arms across my chest.
âHe's moving hereâhe's gotten a teaching gig at the universityâŠâ he explains.
It occurs to me that I have no idea what Cullen doesâI made him an astronaut in my mind, remember?
â...and he wants to make amendsâwants to straighten things out between us,â Alistair bites his lip. âAnd I was reluctant. I said I wasn't sure if we could do that⊠I told him he's bad for me⊠that you're the only good thing I've ever had in my life.â
I suck in a little gasp.
âBut then... he finally admitted that he loves me⊠after literally years of saying he didnât⊠of telling meâand everyone else we knowâI was crazy...â explains Alistair. âI tried to throw him out of the apartment⊠I literally pushed him toward the doorâŠâ
Alistair is gesturing nowâacting it out as he goes.
âAnd then⊠he kissed me⊠pushed me against the wall andâŠâ he pauses.
I nod, even though I hate where this is going.
âI was completely shockedâand it felt so good to be vindicated⊠after all this time,â mumbles Alistair.
I feel like crying again. âIt sounds like you still love him.â
He shakes his head vehemently. âI donât.â He reaches across the table and hooks his fingers around my crossed forearms. âI have never loved anyone like I love you.â He lets that sink in, staring at me. âIt took him finally giving me what I thought I wanted to realize it.â
âI still donât understand⊠why were you upstairs with him?â I bark.
He winces. âIt was a mistake, Andersâa huge one.â
âHow far did it go?â I ask. Iâm dreading the answer.
He bites his bottom lip. âI donât want to lie to you⊠some things happened.â
I feel like my throat is closingâI canât seem to breathe. I lean into the table and rest my face in my palms.
âI need you to leave,â my voice is muffled in the fabric of my sleeve.
âAnders, please,â he orbits the table, coming to sit on my left. âIâm so sorryâit was the worst mistake Iâve ever made.â
âItâs justâŠâ I clench my jaw, trying to stay calm. âI wonât be able to trust you again if I have to keep picturing you with him in the back of my mind. Weâre ruined.â
âPlease,â he wraps his arms around me, âGive me a chance to show you how much I love youâto prove you can trust me again.â
I look up at him and try to blink through a blinding haze of tears.
He takes in a shaky breath, âMove in with me.â
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