Magnetism

I mainly needed an excuse for gratuitous Anders "alone time".

 

Chapter 2

 

  At the campfire that night, Fenris was a bit more silent than usual. I tried my best to throw out my normal sarcastic comments so that nobody would see that something in the air was amiss. I tried to distract myself from the thoughts that now haunted me in my head and in between my thighs. I caught him biting a lip, looking a bit out into the distance, and I was grateful for the darkness around the fire to hide the flush in my cheeks. Those lips had been mine, and I wanted them again. It was going to be another restless night, tossing and turning.

If the visions of him had ever been under control, they weren't any longer.

All of us drank late into the night, celebrating Hawke's good fortune in the negotiations with the merchant's guild. Things were going reasonably well for everyone, under his leadership and Varric's guidance. I had made sure to not push my own agenda too harshly. I knew that Hawke was very accepting of my condition and mages in general, but I didn't want to sound redundant. Besides, as long as I got my job done, there was no need to fuss. Nobody needed to talk about the politics and religious issues out here for now. It was more of a time to relax, kill a couple stray mercenaries that were unlucky to be in our path, and make profit brokering deals.

A calm before a storm.

Hawke's hands were always wrapped around Isabela, and she had no problem making sure to keep them there. He was a very good looking man, but he was much more of a brother to me than romantic interest. Not that I had a problem with women, either. Merrill was a bit timid for my tastes, and frankly, I couldn't read her very well. Isabella had once offered, but I had passed out drunk that night.

Fenris. Now, he thought he was a mystery, but his anger and aggression showed through his movements and conversation. A raw energy, even negatively directed at me, full of promise and passion. It was still like a dream to me, remembering every little detail of that morning. In my even wilder dreams, I had imagined him just so. Blood and violence and vigor. If I could ever take him as a lover, it would come with "battle scars", I was sure of it. I smiled to myself as I thought of this.

I suddenly realized groggily that someone was saying my name, and I looked up. Most eyes were on me as I looked back in surprise. I instantly smiled.

" Sorry, Isabela. The ale has gotten me fantasizing about the man on your arm and how jealous I am. Obviously, I cannot have him for myself, but only if he had a sister..." I joked, trying to seem like I was more drunk than I felt.

I had learned to be more suave through a couple conversations with Varric. Hawke laughed at my comment heartily.

" Now, now. Stay away from my lovely sister. She's off limits, even for a good mate like you. She would fall too hard, and you would break her heart, being a Warden and all. But, there's plenty of this delicious muscle to go around, right, Belle?" he asks her, chuckling.

" Now, I thought I heard you say something different when you weren't so drunk, my dear. Then again, there was that one time..." she says, thinking of something.

" Hey! You said you would never talk about that!" Hawke whined, gripping her arm and pouting.

" What will you give me to not tell?" she asked, grinning down at him.

He looks up innocently and then smirks at her.

" Why don't I invite you into my tent and show you? I have many things that may be of interest."

He takes her by the hand and winks before saluting us all goodnight. They go to their tent, all the while Isabela giggling and supporting Hawke as he pretended to be too drunk to get to the tent himself.

" I don't know about any of you, but I am freezing my ass off out here. I am heading in to cuddle up to a good book and a couple of thick furs," Varric says, waving and stretching before leaving.

Merrill smiles at me sweetly and slightly worried as always. She then gets up to go to her own tent, leaving me alone with Fenris. I expect him to go to bed, but he seems intent on drinking himself into a stupor. I think I should maybe advise him not to, as a medical practitioner. I decide against it, seeing as he was probably used to it and was going to be more angry if I did. Instead, I took out some stones to carve some runes that I had been meaning to do.

Fenris was made of thin, wiry muscles. Obviously there for the strength he had. But I worried more and more as each bottle of alcohol was emptied by such a small body. Hawke might know better as to his drinking habits, as he and Varric were always trying to out-drink Fenris at the tavern. Apparently even Varric had been unsuccessful, unless he was holding back to keep a sort of reputation. He was a shaven dwarf, after all. I finally gave up after watching his lips wrap around the tip of the bottles one too many times. It was adding more thoughts to my ridiculous fantasies.

I decided to not say goodnight, thinking he probably would enjoy being alone with his drink. I opened then closed the tent, flopping down onto a mat. They were full of furs and blankets that kept the hardness of the ground at bay quite well. Another unfortunate occurrence was that I was stuck in the tent with Fenris. Isabella and Hawke had their own tent, as well as Merrill, who preferred to sleep with Aveline when she wasn't on guard duty. Varric refused to let anyone interrupt his reading time as well. That left the most ill tempered member with me. The most attractive as well. I sighed, listening to see if he was doing anything different outside before I undressed myself down to my small clothes and slipped into the bed.

It was rather lovely and warm, keeping the moisture and cold out. I bit my lip, listening outside again, but not hearing Fenris budge. The big decision was whether to wait until the morning, or get rid of this aching erection right at this moment. It wasn't letting up, and I doubted it would be very good to me at night. Better to deal with it instead of me waking up embarrassed and under a sword after calling Fenris' name all night.

I slid my fingers under the thin cloth and down my erection, gently kneading it before gripping it firmly. I wondered for a second if I should call up a silencing spell, but I was practiced at being quiet due to the Ferelden Mage Tower and traveling with the Grey Wardens. Even someone like Isabella would be impressed with my stealth. That made me smile to myself in a bit of pride.

Pumping myself up and down, thoughts of that morning rushed through my head. His strong hands around my neck and the heated words. Then rugged bodies crushing together, magical pleasure crackling between us. Lips and tongues battling each other for control. The sounds of his passionate moans catching in his throat as I merely touched him. His clothed cock against my bare one, hot and hard. The look in his eyes as he sucked the magic off of my finger. Finally, the thought of his warm cum soaking through to my hips.

That set me off. I held my breath to keep from groaning as I came into my hand, much harder and quicker than usual. I scrambled to find a small cloth to wipe myself off, and then settled back into my bed, covering my face with the covers to mask my hard breathing as I calmed it. I couldn't figure out if this whole thing was good or bad. It felt like Fenris had walked straight out of a fantasy.

But now that I'd had a taste of him, could I possibly deny myself again?

Could I keep any ounce of control?

I don't know.

I could only hope the night would not bring me dreams of him.