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Free as a Bird	By : Letticiae Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 9737 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2 – I've Got a Feeling
Hawke and Arthur shared pleasurable moments sweating, panting and rolling over each other on the ground for two years. Unfortunately those moments were just the inevitable effects of their fierce combat training. Every time Hawke pinned him, she had to face a much harder struggle against the impulse to close the distance between their lips.
Arthur was having the exact same problem. Their inexperience and uncertainties had never let them make a move on each other - one thinking that the other didn't wish anything more than friendship. As the tension from these unresolved urges grew between them, their duels got more and more aggressive and both of them often ended up covered in cuts and bruises.
Strangely enough they didn't seem to be bothered by the violent course their practices were taking. At least now Bethany had two guinea pigs on which to practice her healing magic.
It was the third time in less than a month that Leliana had to step in and break up the duel, afraid the rogues would lose control and really hurt each other. She worried about them, even though every time they got so carried away they had wicked smiles on their faces. Surely they were having some kind of twisted fun while trying to stab each other.
The sister decided she had to talk to Arthur in private about this situation. So she easily dismissed Hawke with some excuse about needing his help with tedious odds jobs at the Chantry.
"I see you and Hawke are pretty close," said Leliana, once they were alone.
"You mean Marian? Of course we are. She's my best friend."
"Your friend? Right. Yet you almost killed each other during practice today," she observed.
"She's a tough opponent and sometimes we get carried away. If I go easy on her she will hate me, probably kill me."
"You seem so tense around each other lately. Isn't there anything else going on between you two?" she asked.
"Are you thinking…? No! We're just friends," Arthur answered, clearly uneasy with that line of questioning.
"I think that's the problem."
"What do you mean?"
"You share her interests, enjoy her company, follow her around all day... maybe being friends isn't enough anymore," she pointed out.
"Do you think she likes me?"
"You're a handsome young man. From the way she loves pinning you on the ground when you fight I'd say yes, she likes you very much," she chuckled.
"Thank you, sister Leliana. And what is it you need me to do in the Chantry?"
"Never mind. Off you go, dear," she waved him off.
Arthur went home with a wide smile upon his face.

"You have to learn a trade, son," Barlin spoke when Arthur got into the house.
The old man didn't want his only son to join the army, because that meant Arthur would have to leave Lothering for good. Even though they weren't close, he was all Barlin had left. But there weren't many career opportunities in the village and usually all the youngsters left to join either the army or the templars when they reached eighteen.
"Lothering lacks a blacksmith, don't you think?"
"I guess," he answered, unsure to where this was going.
"Remember my old friend Wade? He accepted to take you as his apprentice."
"In Denerim?"
"Is that a problem?"
Arthur sighed and shook his head.
"Good. You'll make a lot of coin when you come back, being the only smith in the village and all."
The boy went into his room and lay down on his bed. He put his arms behind his head and stared pensively at the ceiling. He wasn't crazy about having his father make that decision for him, but it wasn't a bad idea. When I come back I can tell Marian how I feel. I'll have a job and coin and I'll ask her hand in marriage, he made up his mind.

Hawke was holding her daggers, waiting for Arthur on their usual secret training spot. Leliana wasn't there that day. They had learned a lot already in the past two years and she was only tutoring them once a week now.
Hawke saw him coming and stepped into a fighting stance, but his sad eyes stopped her from jumping him as she usually did.
"Marian, I need to tell you something." His voice was heavy. Why is this so hard? he thought.
"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.
"I don't know the best way to tell you this. I'll just say it." He avoided meeting her gaze. It would make it easier to break the news without looking at her intense scrutinizing eyes. "I'll leave for Denerim next month. I'll be there for two years, maybe three. Father wants me to be a blacksmith. He already made all the arrangements for the trip," he spoke quickly and breathlessly, clearly nervous.
"Wait, what?" she needed a few seconds to digest this information. How could he just hurl that to her face like if it was nothing? "What do you want be?" she didn't even try to hide the anger building up in her voice.
"It doesn't matter. I-I won't disobey him."
"You barely talk to him. How come he gets to decide what you do with your life?" she said harshly.
Screw it! I'll just tell her I plan to ask her to marry me when I get back, after all she wouldn't be so pissed about me leaving if she didn't really like me. Maybe she's in love with me, he thought."This is what's best for us. I-"
"Us?" she screamed and vanished in the shadows, so he wouldn't see the tears escaping her eyes as she ran home.
"Marian, what happened?" Leandra asked as Hawke rushed past her.
"Not now, mother. I'll be in my room. Don't let Arthur in." She stomped into her bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Minutes later Arthur entered her room.
"Mother, what did I just tell you? Come on!" she yelled, rolling her eyes. "Arthur, get the hell out!"
"No." He closed the door behind him.
She tried to punch him, but he grasped her arm. She pushed him against the wall and kneed him in the groin.
"Ouch!" He let her go.
She punched him on the face. He gave her a low kick and she fell on the floor. He tried to pin her but she rolled away. A stray kick knocked over a chair, a missed punch brought down a vase on the nightstand. They were getting loud and her worried parents ran towards her bedroom's door. Hawke and Arthur were once again sweating, panting and rolling over each other as they were used to doing on a daily basis, but this time they could not hold back any longer their repressed feelings. On any other day their loss of control would have meant that they lunged to connect a killing blow and Leliana would have to break them apart before it got tragic.
There was something different about it today.
"Marian!" her mother yelled. She opened the door to find Arthur on the ground, Hawke pinning him down with her hips, kissing him eagerly and his hands grabbing her behind tightly as he pulled her body closer to him.
At Leandra's intrusion, the couple jumped to their feet.
"M-Mother, uh, at least we have our clothes on," Hawke said lifting her brows in a failed attempt to lighten up Leandra's mood.
Arthur ran past them and out of the house. Carver offered to go after him, but Malcolm told him not to. That night Hawke had to sit through a long and awkward talk with her parents about boys, virginity, sex and relationships. She was grounded for a week, the longest she had gone without seeing Arthur since the morning they had met in the cemetery six years ago.
Although he wanted to see her now more than ever, Arthur was too embarrassed to make an appearance at her house.
The following week, although technically she wasn't grounded anymore, every time she left the house, Carver was instructed by his mother to accompany her.
Arthur would leave in two weeks. Hawke needed to see him, talk to him, so she wrote him a note and trusted it to Bethany to make the delivery, warning her younger sister not to read it.
The minute Bethany was out of the house she unfolded the piece of paper.
Meet me in your father's barn tonight at midnight.
Yours, Marian
Bethany giggled and went looking for Arthur.

When midnight arrived Hawke sneaked out of her house.
Arthur was very anxious and left a little earlier to meet her halfway. Lurking in the dark corners of Lothering, they headed towards the barn together. Before the barn door had closed behind them, he was already kissing her. Hawke pushed him away.
"What are you doing?" he asked, startled.
"Are you still leaving?"
"Yes," he answered, not wanting to talk about it.
"Then why are we doing this?" she questioned, her tone harsh.
"I'll be the only smith in town. I'll make a lot of coin. We could be together, get married. I have to do this."
"I don't want you to go. I can't practice my rogue skills with Bethany and Carver is an ass." Her expression saddened and she hung her head. "You're my only friend."
"When I come back we will be much more than that," he said, closing the distance between them.
Arthur embraced her and kissed her forehead. She rested her face on his chest and a lonely tear rolled down her cheek. He freed one hand to cup her chin and looked at her with his big bright green eyes.
Hawke frowned. She couldn't just let him leave. So she decided to act. Her lips touched his softly. Her tongue brushed his lower lip and he opened his mouth in a very inviting way. She deepened the kiss and he responded. Her kisses moved to his neck and she started unbuttoning his tunic.
Arthur took the hint and got rid of her blouse. He moved on to her breastband but could not figure out how to unhook it. He stopped kissing her to concentrate his efforts on the stubborn piece of clothing. It was getting awkward so Hawke took the lead.
She pushed away from him impatiently and took her boots and pants off, watching him as he followed her and quickly stripped down to just his smalls. She stretched his tunic over the hay on the ground, and she knelt on it and beckoned to him to join her.
Flushed, impatient, his fingers trembling, he knelt in front of her and reached for her breastband again. Hawke guided his hand and helped him accomplish the challenging task, her breasts spilling free and taking his breath away.
Seconds later their smallclothes were gone and Arthur's tanned body was all over her, nipping, kissing and licking her pale skin, unable to concentrate in only one part of her body at a time. Her soft hands cupped his face as she pulled his head up for a gentle kiss, trying to make him feel more relaxed. Her slender fingers delicately stroked his hair and she could feel his breath hushing.
Hawke rested her hand over his and ushered it over her body, showing him how she liked to be touched. She led him between her thighs and swiftly slipped his forefinger in her just to moisten it and rub it softly on her clit. Her hands were grasping the cloth beneath her now that he no longer needed guidance. He kept his finger on her nub, stroking and lightly pressing it, struggling to control himself as he watched her moan and writhe with his touch.
She couldn't take it any longer either, so she reached between them to grab his hard length and guide it into her entrance. He slid slowly inside her, savoring the feeling of having her so warm, wet and tight around him. Her hands clung to his arms when he reached the slight resistance inside her. As he broke through her hymen, she bit his neck to muffle a scream of both pain and pleasure.
"Are you ok?" He lifted his body to look at her.
"Yes, just… move slowly for a bit, ok?"
"Sure," he groaned in agreement, relieved that she wouldn't make him stop now.
His warm and lanky body over hers, his moaning in her ear and the slow movements quickly built up her arousal and she urged him to move faster. Having the first idea of his own that night, he pushed her legs up to his shoulders. Feeling him so deep inside her overwhelmed her with pleasure. He felt her muscles stiffening and twitching, her back arching and her nails digging into his skin as she came. The feel of her orgasm on his shaft was so alluring and luscious he couldn't hold back anymore. His thrusts became erratic as he filled her with his seed.
She winced as he gently lowered her legs – only now she realized how aching they were from that position. No doubt it was worth the pain, though. His arms started trembling so he rolled off to her side and lay down on his back.
They unintentionally sighed at same time and looked at each other, amused by the coincidence. Hawke cuddled to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and they stayed there naked and silent for a while.
However Hawke wanted desperately to talk him out of this Denerim enterprise and decided she had to do it now. She sat down looking around for her clothes, but gave up the search when she realized he would probably find her naked figure more persuasive.
"You're going to stay here now, aren't you?" she asked trying to sound suggestive instead of demanding.
"Sure. Let's stay a little longer. Lie down," he said in a sleepy tone.
"What? I mean here. In Lothering. With me."
"No, Marian. I'm going. I have to. Let's not to do this right now. I'll be back before you notice." His voice was lazy.
"You really don't give yourself credit if you think I won't notice you gone for two years. Or maybe you don't give me enough credit," she decided to completely ignore the "maybe three years" part.
"Shhh. That doesn't make any sense. It'll be ok. You'll wait for me. We'll get married." He was whispering and his eyes were closed.
"Don't shush me. I hate you!" She got up and went scrambling for her clothes in a rush.
Some of his seed ran down her thighs. "What's this? Ewww! I hate you! I hate you so much!" she yelled, putting her clothes on and going for the door as fast as she could.
Arthur laughed and let her go. He was feeling so good and replete after finally having sex for the first time that nothing could ruin his mood right now. He fell asleep almost instantly. Hours later the sunlight invading the barn through the gaps in the wood woke him up. He took his time getting up and dressed and went home grinning.
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