A Little White Lie: Part 13
Thanks to my wonderful critique partner/beta aphreal42 .
Title: A Little White Lie - part 13/14
Author: signcherie
Rating: M, NSFW
Pairing: Anders/f!Hawke
Spoilers: Middle of Act 2, Anders romance
Warnings: NSFW, graphic sex
Summary: Hawke is awkward with men. To get her to loosen up around Anders, Bethany and Isabela tell her that the apostate is only romantically interested...in other men.
If you missed the beginning, previous chapters are archived here
Anders ground his hips into the bed. He was ready to explode from need for Autumn.
He hadn’t meant to tease her. He had no other thoughts in his mind but to bring her pleasure. But when he saw her body, writhing and shuddering under his ministrations, he just couldn’t let it end. It was the most stunning sight he could ever have imagined.
Until a moment later, when she finally came, shrieking his name in ecstasy.
He needed her desperately. He was on fire with need.
Hawke grabbed Anders’s hair and yanked upward. She was strong. If she wanted him up, he was coming up. Not that he would have fought.
Anders sank into her arms and let Autumn draw him into a kiss. His cock pressed against her leg. His tongue tangled with hers.
Autumn’s hand slid down between their bodies, brushing against his hard length, then grasping it firmly.
Anders let out an involuntary sound.
“Maker’s breath,” Autumn breathed. She gave him a push, rolling him over on his back so she could look at him. “Has it gotten even bigger than before?”
An instant later, she seemed to realize what she’d said. Mortification swept over her features.
Anders groaned. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? That’s what this is, an elaborate murder attempt.”
Autumn nipped at his ear. “Don’t be silly,” she said practically. “If you were dead, who would heal me?”
“Oh, aren’t you romantic-”
Autumn laughed giddily and put a finger over his lips. “No more talking,” she said with mock strictness. “It’s my turn now.”
Obediently, Anders shut his mouth.
With her hand still wrapped around his shaft, Autumn returned her attention to Anders’s ear. She lay next to him, her naked body pressed tightly against his side, and sucked his earlobe into her mouth.
Anders drew in a breath.
Hawke continued to nibble. “Your ears are nice,” she said.
“My...ears?”
“Mmm. They’re like...shells.”
“I’m beginning to think you’re intoxicated,” Anders said.
Hawke trailed a hand over his chest. “I...don’t think you’re wrong,” she murmured.
She began to wriggle her way down his body, planting little kisses as she went.
Anders tried very hard to control his breathing.
When her lips pressed against his chest, Anders tried to pull her back up. “You don’t have to do this,” he said, his voice a little hoarse.
“Someone once told me that if a man is a decent sort, he’ll always make sure his partner is enjoying it.” She laid another kiss on his chest. “If a woman is a decent sort, shouldn’t she do the same?”
“I am enjoying it,” Anders insisted, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice.
“Then I won’t stop,” Autumn said reasonably.
Anders couldn’t find the words to protest.
Experimentally, Autumn lowered her head to his nipple and flicked it with her tongue.
Anders jerked underneath her, his cock thrusting into her hand.
“Oh,” Autumn breathed. She glanced up at his face and suddenly blushed shyly, turning her face away. “I didn’t know if....”
“You are trying to kill me,” Anders groaned.
She tried again, raking his nipple with her teeth and then sucking it into her mouth, just as he had done to her, sending a jolt of electricity through him.
“Maker,” Anders said, shuddering. “Autumn-”
He wanted to plead with her, to tell her that he couldn’t take any more. But after all he had done to her, all the torture he had put her through...what could he possibly say?
She seemed to understand without his words. “Right,” she said. “No more teasing.”
But instead of coming up to him, she wriggled further down.
“Wait,” Anders protested. “No...”
Autumn closed her lips over his shaft.
Anders fought hard to keep his hips from jerking upwards. Autumn’s mouth slid slowly down his length, and Anders couldn’t hold back a whimper.
Anders felt like he was coming apart. He could tell that she hadn’t done this often-or possibly ever. It didn’t matter. No, that wasn’t true. It was even more exciting to think that he might be the first person she’d ever done this for. He’d never cared before how much experience a partner had, but with Autumn, her inexperience was a part of who she was. It reminded him of how lucky he was to be here with her, so close to the woman he cherished.
“Autumn,” he said. “Wait.”
He wanted to be inside her. He had wanted it for years. True, he had fantasized about all the other things they could do with each other, but for their first time, here and now, he needed that intimacy. He needed to wrap his arms around her and feel her body pressed against his as he came inside her. He needed her, and he wasn’t willing to settle for anything less.
“Autumn,” he repeated.
Autumn looked up at him and frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to be inside you,” he said throatily. “Please, Autumn.”
“Now?”
“Right now.”
Autumn bit her lip.
“Don’t make me drag you up here,” he threatened.
Hawke laughed at that, and rightly so. There was no question who would win in a battle of strength.
“Maybe in a minute,” she said, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, she returned to her task.
Oh, Maker. Grey Warden stamina would only take him so far. Anders writhed on the bed and tried to think of some way to distract her. He hadn’t waited these last three years to spend himself in her mouth.
He had an idea.
Anders sat up, giving himself a better position to touch Autumn’s body. His hand slipped down between her legs, and he let out just a breath of magic. It was a modified rejuvenation spell, designed to bring a man back to arousal, but it would work just as well on a woman.
The stimulating, tingling sensation was just a pleasant side effect.
Hawke cried out, and her entire body went rigid. Her lips slipped off his erection. She looked up at him with wild eyes.
He might have used a tad too much magic.
“Oh, you cheat,” she accused, before pushing him down on the bed and climbing on top of him.
“I never said I played fair,” Anders answered between kisses.
This was so much better. Anders put his hands everywhere, enjoying the feel of her body above him. Hawke kissed him with unrestrained passion and positioned herself so that his shaft was right at her entrance.
Maker, yes.
She stopped, lifting her head to look at him.
Anders started to say something light and teasing, but he was silenced by the look on Autumn’s face. It was-frightened. There was no other word for it.
Panic took hold in his chest.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Do you-do you want to stop?”
“Maker, no,” she whispered. “It’s just...I’ve wanted this for so long....”
He understood. That kind of need was frightening. Terrifying. It stripped away your defenses and laid your heart bare at another’s mercy.
“I know,” Anders murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and letting his palm rest against her cheek. “Believe me, I know.”
Their eyes met, and something warm and sweet and wonderful passed between them, as though they were looking into each other’s souls. Anders was once again overwhelmed by the feeling that he would always be safe in her care.
Autumn lowered herself onto him.
Anders gasped. The sensation of being buried in her warm sheath was better than anything he could have ever imagined. For a moment, they were still, just reveling in the fact that they were finally here, together, as they should be, held fast in each other’s arms.
And then Hawke began to move.
The world disintegrated around him. Anders was aware of nothing at all except Autumn, the way her exquisite body trembled above him and the intense pleasure sweeping over him. His hand reached down between them to touch her, drawing the most beautiful sounds from her throat and a fresh urgency to her movements. Anders met her thrusts with his own and tried desperately to hold on for as long as he could.
Autumn tensed and tightened around him. “I love you, Anders,” she whispered, before her body was wracked by spasms.
Anders couldn’t hold out any longer. He exploded in pure ecstasy.
Title: A Little White Lie - part 13/14
Author: signcherie
Rating: M, NSFW
Pairing: Anders/f!Hawke
Spoilers: Middle of Act 2, Anders romance
Warnings: NSFW, graphic sex
Summary: Hawke is awkward with men. To get her to loosen up around Anders, Bethany and Isabela tell her that the apostate is only romantically interested...in other men.
If you missed the beginning, previous chapters are archived here
Anders ground his hips into the bed. He was ready to explode from need for Autumn.
He hadn’t meant to tease her. He had no other thoughts in his mind but to bring her pleasure. But when he saw her body, writhing and shuddering under his ministrations, he just couldn’t let it end. It was the most stunning sight he could ever have imagined.
Until a moment later, when she finally came, shrieking his name in ecstasy.
He needed her desperately. He was on fire with need.
Hawke grabbed Anders’s hair and yanked upward. She was strong. If she wanted him up, he was coming up. Not that he would have fought.
Anders sank into her arms and let Autumn draw him into a kiss. His cock pressed against her leg. His tongue tangled with hers.
Autumn’s hand slid down between their bodies, brushing against his hard length, then grasping it firmly.
Anders let out an involuntary sound.
“Maker’s breath,” Autumn breathed. She gave him a push, rolling him over on his back so she could look at him. “Has it gotten even bigger than before?”
An instant later, she seemed to realize what she’d said. Mortification swept over her features.
Anders groaned. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? That’s what this is, an elaborate murder attempt.”
Autumn nipped at his ear. “Don’t be silly,” she said practically. “If you were dead, who would heal me?”
“Oh, aren’t you romantic-”
Autumn laughed giddily and put a finger over his lips. “No more talking,” she said with mock strictness. “It’s my turn now.”
Obediently, Anders shut his mouth.
With her hand still wrapped around his shaft, Autumn returned her attention to Anders’s ear. She lay next to him, her naked body pressed tightly against his side, and sucked his earlobe into her mouth.
Anders drew in a breath.
Hawke continued to nibble. “Your ears are nice,” she said.
“My...ears?”
“Mmm. They’re like...shells.”
“I’m beginning to think you’re intoxicated,” Anders said.
Hawke trailed a hand over his chest. “I...don’t think you’re wrong,” she murmured.
She began to wriggle her way down his body, planting little kisses as she went.
Anders tried very hard to control his breathing.
When her lips pressed against his chest, Anders tried to pull her back up. “You don’t have to do this,” he said, his voice a little hoarse.
“Someone once told me that if a man is a decent sort, he’ll always make sure his partner is enjoying it.” She laid another kiss on his chest. “If a woman is a decent sort, shouldn’t she do the same?”
“I am enjoying it,” Anders insisted, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice.
“Then I won’t stop,” Autumn said reasonably.
Anders couldn’t find the words to protest.
Experimentally, Autumn lowered her head to his nipple and flicked it with her tongue.
Anders jerked underneath her, his cock thrusting into her hand.
“Oh,” Autumn breathed. She glanced up at his face and suddenly blushed shyly, turning her face away. “I didn’t know if....”
“You are trying to kill me,” Anders groaned.
She tried again, raking his nipple with her teeth and then sucking it into her mouth, just as he had done to her, sending a jolt of electricity through him.
“Maker,” Anders said, shuddering. “Autumn-”
He wanted to plead with her, to tell her that he couldn’t take any more. But after all he had done to her, all the torture he had put her through...what could he possibly say?
She seemed to understand without his words. “Right,” she said. “No more teasing.”
But instead of coming up to him, she wriggled further down.
“Wait,” Anders protested. “No...”
Autumn closed her lips over his shaft.
Anders fought hard to keep his hips from jerking upwards. Autumn’s mouth slid slowly down his length, and Anders couldn’t hold back a whimper.
Anders felt like he was coming apart. He could tell that she hadn’t done this often-or possibly ever. It didn’t matter. No, that wasn’t true. It was even more exciting to think that he might be the first person she’d ever done this for. He’d never cared before how much experience a partner had, but with Autumn, her inexperience was a part of who she was. It reminded him of how lucky he was to be here with her, so close to the woman he cherished.
“Autumn,” he said. “Wait.”
He wanted to be inside her. He had wanted it for years. True, he had fantasized about all the other things they could do with each other, but for their first time, here and now, he needed that intimacy. He needed to wrap his arms around her and feel her body pressed against his as he came inside her. He needed her, and he wasn’t willing to settle for anything less.
“Autumn,” he repeated.
Autumn looked up at him and frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to be inside you,” he said throatily. “Please, Autumn.”
“Now?”
“Right now.”
Autumn bit her lip.
“Don’t make me drag you up here,” he threatened.
Hawke laughed at that, and rightly so. There was no question who would win in a battle of strength.
“Maybe in a minute,” she said, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, she returned to her task.
Oh, Maker. Grey Warden stamina would only take him so far. Anders writhed on the bed and tried to think of some way to distract her. He hadn’t waited these last three years to spend himself in her mouth.
He had an idea.
Anders sat up, giving himself a better position to touch Autumn’s body. His hand slipped down between her legs, and he let out just a breath of magic. It was a modified rejuvenation spell, designed to bring a man back to arousal, but it would work just as well on a woman.
The stimulating, tingling sensation was just a pleasant side effect.
Hawke cried out, and her entire body went rigid. Her lips slipped off his erection. She looked up at him with wild eyes.
He might have used a tad too much magic.
“Oh, you cheat,” she accused, before pushing him down on the bed and climbing on top of him.
“I never said I played fair,” Anders answered between kisses.
This was so much better. Anders put his hands everywhere, enjoying the feel of her body above him. Hawke kissed him with unrestrained passion and positioned herself so that his shaft was right at her entrance.
Maker, yes.
She stopped, lifting her head to look at him.
Anders started to say something light and teasing, but he was silenced by the look on Autumn’s face. It was-frightened. There was no other word for it.
Panic took hold in his chest.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Do you-do you want to stop?”
“Maker, no,” she whispered. “It’s just...I’ve wanted this for so long....”
He understood. That kind of need was frightening. Terrifying. It stripped away your defenses and laid your heart bare at another’s mercy.
“I know,” Anders murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and letting his palm rest against her cheek. “Believe me, I know.”
Their eyes met, and something warm and sweet and wonderful passed between them, as though they were looking into each other’s souls. Anders was once again overwhelmed by the feeling that he would always be safe in her care.
Autumn lowered herself onto him.
Anders gasped. The sensation of being buried in her warm sheath was better than anything he could have ever imagined. For a moment, they were still, just reveling in the fact that they were finally here, together, as they should be, held fast in each other’s arms.
And then Hawke began to move.
The world disintegrated around him. Anders was aware of nothing at all except Autumn, the way her exquisite body trembled above him and the intense pleasure sweeping over him. His hand reached down between them to touch her, drawing the most beautiful sounds from her throat and a fresh urgency to her movements. Anders met her thrusts with his own and tried desperately to hold on for as long as he could.
Autumn tensed and tightened around him. “I love you, Anders,” she whispered, before her body was wracked by spasms.
Anders couldn’t hold out any longer. He exploded in pure ecstasy.