CH 48: Night Out end

Upon watching the Champion choose to accompany a meager elf, the noble scoffed, pulling her harshly into his chest. "What is wrong with you?" She asked bitterly as she pushed herself away from him.

"How dare you!" he shouted at her as he aggressively took a step towards her. He only backed down when he saw Fenris match his step forward. "Understand this, I mean it as no insult serah, I just have been waiting for this dance all night, and I would not pass it up," she explained calmly as she reached for Fenris' hand and tugged him back as she watched the noble scoff and walk away. "I really have a way with nobility don't I?" she laughed as she smiled up to Fenris… "Would you still like to dance with me?" she asked shyly as she rubbed her left forearm as she always did when she was nervous.

She found her answer when he pulled her hips to his. With a smile she brought her hand up to his shoulder, lazily letting her arm lay on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. The rest of the guests faded from her mind when she felt the weight of his hand press against the middle of her back. Quietly he took her hand and began to step with the beat of the song. Deep down, a part of her ached for him. How she missed having him so close, but the other part of her knew that it wouldn't last so she planned to savor it while she could.

They spent very few moments apart during the song, neither of them wanted to give up their contact with the other. About midway into the song the beat had slowed down, allowing the pair to focus on each other rather than those dancing around them. Biting her bottom lip nervously, she pulled her hand from his, watching as the expression on his face tensed for a few seconds. His concern was eased away as she wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling herself closer to him with a barely there hint of a smile. When she felt his hands slide onto her hips, Hawke finally let out the breath she was holding as she rested in the crook of his neck as they swayed with the soft sounds of the music. She had missed his scent, he smelt like the woods after the rain. So clean and fresh with a hint of spice.

When the music finally stopped, she squeezed his neck gently before she let go, with a quiet smile she backed from him. "Hawke!" Varric shouted, "As much as I know you're enjoying yourself it's getting late… I think it's about time I headed back to the Hanged Man," Varric announced with his casual smile. Slowly, they each made their own exit until it was just Hawke, Fenris and Anders left. "Well, I've had my fill… of nobility the outdoors… high heels," she laughed as she turned to her friends. I think it's time to go home," she said as she covered her mouth as she gave in to a tired yawn.

The trio walked said their goodbyes to the nobles that remained before heading out of the courtyard. "Goodnight Fenris," Hawke said quietly as they approached his estate, she watched as he gave her a quick nod before walking into his estate. "Er, yeah night Elf," Anders slurred, causing both Hawke and Fenris to look at him.

"You really can't hold your alcohol can you Anders?" she asked as they headed down the steps from Fenris' estate. "You better stay the night at my place, I don't think you'll make it back to the clinic at your rate," she suggested plainly. "Come on," she said quietly as she guided him to her estate and into Leandra's room. Pushing him down onto the bed, she leaned over pulling off his boots. There she thought as she tried to make him more comfortable while he mumbled to her.

Quietly she shut the door behind her when she was done and returned to her room. A quiet growl escaped her lips as she fidgeted with the laces in the back of her dress. "Of course I would tie them into a knot," she complained as she tried to look into the mirror to fix it. "Nice, I'll be stuck in this dress forever," she said as she thought about what it would have been like to fight the Arishok in her gown. She was just about to give up and sleep in her gown when she heard her door creek open.

Turning, she looked over to see Anders. Still drunk as can be leaning up against the doorframe. "Anders? What's wrong? I thought you were asleep," she said quietly as she gave up on her knot for the time being.

"MMmmm-nope! I'm here!" he said loudly. "You stuck?" he asked as he watched her struggle with the knot once more. Before she knew it he stumbled forward wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. With a cheeky smile his fingertips danced up her spine until he found the cluster that she was toying with. Without a word he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers as the laces came apart. Instantly her eyes widened with shock as she realized what he was doing.

With the ease of a rogue Anders had her gown pulled down to her hips, and one of her breasts in hand. But a quick slap across his cheek brought him back to little less drunken state. "What Hawke? Come on..." he said as he reached out holding her waist. "Let a real man satisfy you," he said in a husky tone. "Let a real man satisfy me?" she questioned before she could filter her mind.

"Yes. Your pet elf doesn't know how to please you like I can," Anders slurred out as he pulled her into him while she was distracted with the thoughts of Fenris. Wha- when did he? she thought as she felt the warmth of his bare chest. "Anders, you need to stop," she warned coolly, but her warning went unheard as she felt his hand cupping her backside. Shaking her head she brought a glowing finger up and pressed it on his chest. She watched as his body fell to the ground as she pulled her gown back up. With her glowing eyes she used her magic and moved him into her bed and covered him up while she took a blanket from the dresser and went to the study.

Hours later, she woke up to arguing in the foyer and the need to purge her stomach. Quietly she stood up form the chair she fell asleep in, cracking her back. Wrapping her arms around her waist she walked outside the study to see Anders and Fenris at each other's throats. Ugh… that can wait she thought as she hurried upstairs so she could be sick by herself. After a couple of minutes she walked back downstairs to see the pair still arguing. "Excuse me?" she asked in a quiet tone, still feeling a little queasy. When neither of the two responded she walked in between them and out the front door.

"Wha-"

"Hawke?"

The two looked confused at one another for a moment before they followed her out the door to find her hunched over on a bench. "Hawke?" Anders said quietly. "Are you okay?" he added as she looked up to the two of them.

"I just don't feel good, that's all. I'm going to go back and rest… Go argue somewhere else," She said bluntly.

So they watched as she got up and went back into her estate before they gave each other accusing looks before going their separate ways. No one had seen Hawke for the rest of the morning.