Fiat Justitia

"This is our chance!" Hawke said as she looked down the alley. The slaves at the balnea and senate had revolted and there was rioting in the streets. Qunari and elves had risen against the magisters, and the screams of Imperial citizens rang across the quarter. "He will not survive," Fenris replied, bent on a knee to clutch Danarius. "Are you a healer?" Hawke asked. "No, and neither am I. So let us take our chances - agh." She clutched her chest, paling as more blood wept from the magister's wound. Falling to her knees alongside him, she gasped and tried to breath. "You will not escape so easily," Fenris said, and he gathered Danarius into his arms. "Wretches," Danarius gasped, blood on his lips and fire in his eyes. "The manor. Anders." "To heal him," Hawke emptily replied, and there was an explosion in the next street, shaking the foundation of the building beside them. Weighted with the pain of her master’s injuries, she shook her head, "This way." They ran through the quarter towards the fenced estate, and scarce made it through the gate as the violence followed. Hawke collapsed against the iron, latching it closed to follow Fenris into the manor. The elven slaves emerged from where they hid as the branded warrior shouldered Danarius up the stairs to where Anders was. "What are you doing here," Hawke raggedly said, hand to her chest. She was paling considerably. "I don't want to die," Veyena said, eyes wide. She put her hands in her hair. "Why are they doing this, what will the masters do! They cannot think it helps."             "It will," Hawke hissed, and her breath shuddered.             "Return to your duties," an older elf replied, and the slaves scattered. He looked at Hawke with stone eyes before disappearing. Dragging up the stairs, Hawke looked down the hall. She could hear the heated edge of Danarius’ voice, and soon Fenris escaped into the hall. He pulled the door shut behind him and glanced down, his shoulders cowed. "You look like a wet cat," Hawke murmured, and he stalked towards her. "He did not wish me present," Fenris replied, expression twisting. "You angered him greatly. And I displeased him." "Poor dear," Hawke almost rolled her eyes, and her posture righted as she drew a deep breath, her organs ceasing to wrench in pain. "Thank the Maker for Anders sparkly fingers... Maybe you were right." "Of course I was right," Fenris snapped, his chin still down as he walked toward Hawke. "He is our master, and you would abandon him." Shaking her head, Hawke pushed into Hadriana's room, and Fenris lingered in the doorway, "I'm going to get out if I can. Even... even if it kills me." "Doesn't that defeat the purpose?" Fenris asked, glancing back down the hall before wandering into the room. He crossed his arms. "I don't know," Hawke said, staring down as she began to unbuckle her armour. Removing her chestplate, it revealed a series of dark burns down her shoulder and back. "Somehow dying trying to escape seems preferable to just being killed maliciously by one of them." "You should mind your words," Fenris slowly frowned, his voice more even-tempered. "Should our Mistress hear..." "She left to Vyrantium yesterday. If she can hear, all the more impressive," Hawke replied bitterly.  "A week... that's the freedom I get now, isn't it." "She didn't bring you?" Fenris asked, stepping up to help with one of the buckles as Hawke cringed in pain. "Danarius forbid it," Hawke murmured. She closed her eyes with fatigue. "He's badly injured. It will take time for Anders to heal him." "Hmm," Fenris replied, slowly glancing away as Hawke stripped more of her armour. She was soon down to just her smalls, and she poured some water into a bowl from an ewer. Wetting a cloth, she wiped the blood from her skin, and he watched her cringe as she dabbed the burns. "Did… Hadriana do that?" "With a friend," Hawke quietly said, washing the cloth as she looked down. "Since she was going to be gone, you know?" Hesitating, Fenris shut the door and walked over, pulling a poultice salve from the small satchel on his hip, "Master gave these to me... they will not be missed." He opened the small bottle, and shaking his head pulled his metal gauntlets off to lay them on the ground. "Here." Hawke hung her head down, uncharacteristically quiet as Fenris spread herb-laden paste across the long burns down her back. She shuddered and finally said, "How about that... thanks." Tilting his head, Fenris watched the wounds hiss and the skin slowly mend, "Before you came here, I came under her thumb a great deal more." "Lucky me," Hawke murmured, closing her eyes. "No one deserves it," Fenris cleared his throat, before adding, "Even a thief." "Hah," Hawke smirked, standing up straighter as his hands dipped along her spine, a light touch that kept pressure from the mending wounds. She sighed out, his fingers smearing excess salve around the curve of her waist. "No fealty for her then?" "No," Fenris furrowed his brow, watching his caress. "Thanks..." Hawke turned around, and it took a moment for his eyes to turn up, before he glanced away again. She caught him by the wrist though, and he met her gaze with an arched brow. "Want to have some fun that doesn’t involve swords? Well, not metal ones ... though it might constitute wood, hmm."             "I.. I am not certain that is wise," Fenris replied, glancing down to her hand.             Hawke moved to pick up the cloth again, before wiping a spatter of blood from his neck, "All that blood, so very fetching."             Fenris chuckled once, shaking his head, "Maybe you’ve been around our Masters too long now."             "Is that humour?" Hawke said, narrowing her eyes at him, before looking down and turning over his hand to wash more of the blood away. He tensed under the cloth. "Wouldn't have thought you'd have it in you." "It is not something our Master desires," Fenris said with plodding uncertainty. When she took his other hand to wipe the blood and grime away, his eyes fell along the curve of her musculature. "What did you have in mind?" "Danarius is angry at you," Hawke said, smirking as she saw his cheek twitch at the slip. "And I've learnt Hadriana is rather possessive." She put the cloth back in the bowl behind her as she took his hand, and drew it to her hip, "And I imagine those lips have kissed Anders." "I-" Fenris words were cut away as Hawke sealed his lips with her own, and he stiffened as she pulled the neck of his vest.  Her other hand was in his hair before he could breath, and his lips parted without a further thought. The tension in his chest squeezed his breath, and he groaned to lean into her. It was scarce a moment before Hawke's hands sought the ties of his pliable armour, and Fenris tensed as she near ripped it open and let her fingers trace down the musculature of his chest. They kissed still, and his heartbeat grew in his throat, a faint colour over the bridge of his nose as she drew him towards the bed. "If our Master-" he tried to say, closing his eyes as she bit into his neck. "It doesn't excite you?" Hawke breathed into his neck, lips by his ear. Fenris plied his hands around her waist, dragging over the skin until their chests pressed together. He shivered as she continued, "An unlocked door our only cover. But to get away with it... to have something they cannot touch. Something she cannot know." Fenris made a slight sound, before cupping her neck and kissing her more earnestly in reply. Their lips played as Hawke's thumbs trailed the waist of his leathery trousers, and he groaned as she gripped his ass. She stopped abruptly as she hit the bed, and it was only his embrace that kept her falling backward. "May I take them off?" Hawke whispered against his lips, his rough fingers down her spine. Eyes swimming, Fenris bumped noses with her, a hair's breadth between their lips as he said, "I - yes." Hawke's eyes sparkled as she climbed up on the bed, shucking her breast band and smallclothes. She threw them his way, and Fenris' expression cracked. Laughing briefly, he caught the undergarment against his growing arousal, looking at it as he murmured, "And here I thought you..." "Meant your pants?" Hawke offered, sitting up on her elbows. She wiggled her foot at him. "Mmm," Fenris smirked and shook his head, looking down as he slipped the leather over his ass with odd modesty. Why did it suddenly seem to matter? They had both seen more than their share of the other naked. He put a knee on the bed and leaned over her, dipping to kiss the inside of her knee, and Hawke choked on a laugh. He tilted his head, looking up at her, "Ticklish? I would have never imagined..." "That's not fair," Hawke hissed, clamping a hand over her mouth as he grabbed her calf and tickled up her inner thigh with his lips and nose. She stifled her laughter, coughing to try and stop. His expression softened as he shifted higher up her thigh, and his fingers trailed more earnestly as he breathed in the scent of her. Tracing her toes up his hip and waist, she laid back, tensing as he kissed the nest of soft curls between her legs, "Here I thought you didn't like women..." Fenris hesitated, furrowing his brow as he lifted his lips from her stomach, "I don't..." "Oh, my mistake then," Hawke said in a breath as his fingers felt over her curves. She rolled slightly, choking another laugh as he tickled her abdomen with her nose. Glancing up the hillscape of her body, Fenris settled onto the bed more, his thighs tangled with her calves. He tucked his hardened member down against her thigh, and kept his eyes down as he kissed her naval, "Hadriana... is the only woman I can ever recall being intimate with." Hawke reach down to massage her fingers over his scalp, messing up Fenris' hair as he inspected her skin with his fingers once more. He followed the scarring on her thighs, the ghost of a laceration on her abdomen, until finally the fingertips swirled up her breast. Her hand tightened in his hair as he leant up to take her breast in his mouth, and she spoke in a soft gasp, "I hope I improve the opinion of my gender at least a little?" "A little," Fenris chuckled, catching her nipple in his teeth. "Perhaps. We'll see." "Oh - ah!" Hawke bit her lips shut and glared down at him, unable to keep from smiling though. His teeth were pulling her nipple to the extreme, and when he caught her gaze, Fenris advanced her up body to kiss her. She knotted her fingers in his hair, letting their bodies roll together as he teased his hips against hers. She used the grip to try and flip him, but he caught her shoulder. Hawke almost grinned as he leaned into her, vying for dominance a moment - like in the courtyard when they sparred. The shadow in Fenris' expression evaporated, and he met her eyes, shaking his head as he sat up, taking her nipple and giving it a sharp twist. Her mouth dropped open and only a squeak escaped, and in response she snatched his nipple and did the same. "Hey," he twisted, leaning into her thigh. Hawke caught his bicep and pulled him back in, their bodies pressing together as she stole a kiss, tongue searching and twisting to make him groan. The heated length of his shaft pressed against her thigh, and with a casual touch, she urged him against the wet lips of her sex. Wrapping her leg around his thigh, Hawke bit at his bottom lip and arched up, prompting Fenris to tug his hips and fill her. The heady groan in Hawke's throat muffled into Fenris lips, and her hand ran up the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as they rolled together. His own arm cradled her head in turn as they kissed, creating an intimate canopy to their stolen little world. Her sighs stirred his thrusts, meeting the undulating rhythm of her hips that quickened their breathing and brought sweat to their skin. Hawke let her head fall back in the cradle of his arm, softly gasping for breath as they ground together. Fenris' hand snaked around her thigh, gripping the curvature of her ass as he thrust in, and her breath trembled as he angled his hips. Her mouth fell open, and as though it were an invitation, the elf's lips soon smothered hers, and she groaned again, breasts pressed against his sculpted abs as he filled her. "This - this is alright?" he gasped into her neck as their hips ground together. Hawke's fingers dragged up his back as her spine curved, and twining her legs with his, pulled him deeper with the gyration of her hips. "Yes," she gasped, kissing his neck, "Maker, yes..." Fenris' eyes rolled closed as her lips snagged his earlobe, and he cradled her head against him, skin sticking as his pace grew. He grabbed the bedsheets beneath her for leverage, backside tensing to thrust deep, slick cock throbbing as Hawke tensed in return. For a moment it seemed too much - but when she cried out, it brought with it a tension in all her limbs, and within too. Eyes tight, Hawke let herself be swept away in the sudden rush of pleasure, melting into it as she heard Fenris choke on a cry in her neck. His grip on her intensified, and the breath shuddered in her chest as she gasped for air, numbed in the most blissful way. With a final jerk, he bowed over her, groaning deeply and enveloping her in his arms, his hips riding more slowly. Cradling her in the crook of his elbow, Fenris kept his eyes closed as Hawke panted and ran her hands up his body. She seemed at ease with his weight over her, but finally the elf shifted on a knee to let his cock slide out with a wet softness. Her sex against his abdomen, Fenris exhaled heavily and laid his head between her breasts, listening to the hard rush of her pulse. Hawke kept her eyes closed, breathing roughly as she toyed with his hair and enjoyed the blank slate of thought. "Think anyone heard us?" she whispered, prompting a single laugh against her breast. Hawke smiled and massaged her fingers through his hair, before the expression melted away and she sighed. "I never would have even thought of something like this before," Fenris finally said, speaking against her skin. His hand drifted up her side, and she tensed in a tickled way. Smiling, he settled his hand over her breast, kissing the skin as he lay there. "I try to cling to it," Hawke whispered, looking at the hair she pulled through her fingers. "Even if the idea of her finding out terrifies me. But it's something. I'm still me... right?" Fenris made an ambiguous sound, and they lay there a while more. He shifted higher, and Hawke rolled towards him into the crook of his arm. Almost stiffly, he let his arms settle around her, as she seemed at home against him. Resting his lips in her hair, he slowly said, "I.. have seen your sister. Have you?" "I didn't..." Hawke's words fell away, and she sunk into the bed more, a palpable tension in her limbs. "I didn't even think to. Maker... have they hurt her?" "No," Fenris said with mild confusion. "She - she doesn't live here, does she? Have I been so oblivious?" Hawke sat up a bit, the lazy haze in her eyes evaporating into some form of terror. "How could I miss it?" "She does not," Fenris said, slowly sitting up as Hawke stood. He looked at his hands, "She comes to train and study at our Master's bidding." Hawke sunk back onto the bed, putting a hand on her throat. There was a phantom in her expression. "What if she sees me? I.. I can't let her. Mistress wouldn't..." "I don't know," Fenris dubiously replied, furrowing his brow at the unbidden flickers that sparked in his mind. There was something - a memory. It left a heat like holding your hand too close to a flame - he had felt it with Anders. He looked across the room, nervous tension churning in his stomach. He finally spoke in a whisper, "We cannot stay here." "It's too much of a risk," Hawke murmured, eyes unfocused in the distraction of her thoughts. "I meant Hadriana's room," Fenris amended, his voice softened. When he touched Hawke's hand, she looked at him. "We should go to the slave quarters."