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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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Leandra had tears of joy in her eyes as she enthusiastically hugged Hawke, saying how proud she was of her eldest daughter. That was a nice change in her mother's foul mood since Bethany had been taken to the Circle. And Hawke could really use a day being celebrated for her achievements instead of being constantly reminded of her failures.
The rogue handed her mother a pouch with a hundred sovereigns so the woman could take care of commissioning furniture and redecorating their estate. Being in charge of that made Leandra even happier and Hawke was utterly relieved for not being the one to do it. Choosing curtains and armchairs and china patterns wasn't for her. She would probably take the sturdiest pieces of furniture without even looking if they were pretty or even matched.
"We have to clean the estate first, mother. It's a real mess in there," Hawke said, pulling away of Leandra's embrace.
"Of course. And I have to take measurements to commission the furniture, curtains and carpets. I saw a stand on the market the other day with some beautiful silver candlesticks. We should get a few of those. Oh! We're going to need new linens. And the garden must be a mess! I'll get some seeds. Roses, maybe daisies… Should we grow some vegetables too, like we did in Lothering? I think it would be nice," her mother rambled excitedly.
Hawke had never seen Leandra this happy since Malcolm had passed away. "Alright. We can start doing all that tomorrow. I'll ask Varric to find some people to help us," the rogue said.
"Oh, I can't believe it! My childhood home, the Amell Estate, owned by my daughter," Leandra said proudly.
"Hawke Estate," the rogue corrected with a smug smile on her face.

Before her evening meeting with Cullen in the Gallows, Hawke went over to Hightown to give Fenris the pay she had promised him in case the expedition was fruitful. She didn't want to see the elf, but she couldn't just drop a pouch of coins on his doorstep so she knocked on his door. There was no answer. She called his name. Still no answer. Maybe he didn't live there anymore. To make sure, she picked the lock and let herself in.
The mansion was dark and dirty as always. It was awfully cold in there. The hearth surely hadn't been lit in a long time. Seeing no sign of the elf anywhere, she kept advancing until she reached his room. She pushed the door open and found Fenris sitting on his bed, with his back against the headboard and a half-full bottle of wine in his hands.
"Why didn't you answer the door?" she asked.
"I don't know where the key is. When I heard it was you outside, I knew you would end up picking the lock."
"How long have you been locked up in here?"
"I'm not locked up. I use the windows."
"Right," Hawke said, looking around at the dusty windows. It didn't seem like anyone had touched them in quite some time. But that was not her problem. She had nothing to do with that elf anymore. Their business was done.
She gave him a small pouch full of coins. "This is your cut from the expedition. Thank you for your help. And sorry for putting you through all that," she said mechanically and turned to leave.
"Hawke, wait! I have been meaning to tell you… something happened to me down there," he said, putting the bottle on the floor and getting up on his feet.
"And what is that?" she asked impatiently, waging that no matter what he had to say it would certainly be some complaint about her or something she did.
But he didn't say anything, he just phased like she had never seen him do before. There was no part of him that looked even remotely solid. There was only a bright blue light outlining his body. He was like a… ghost. A lyrium ghost. This is freaking awesome! she thought. The veins of raw lyrium in the thaig must have strengthened the lyrium in him somehow. Hmm, he probably hates it. Shit! Did she have to apologize for that too? She was sick and tired of apologizing to that elf.
She protected her eyes with her hand until he came back to normal. "Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No."
No? That's good to hear! "You know what? This can be a good thing. These markings are part of you and you should make the most of them," she just gave her opinion and hoped for the best.
"I was thinking the same thing."
What? Are we finally agreeing on something? "I was sure you were going to hate me even more for this."
"I do not hate you."
"No, of course not," she said sarcastically. "You just dislike me a lot."
"I… don't. I'm sorry I made you think that. I hope we can keep working together."
"Really? What if I'm going to help some crazy evil apostate run free?"
"I'll follow you and it wouldn't be the first time."
"Huh, it's true," she admitted. "I guess I needed to be reminded of that."
"Even if you decide to break your sister out of the Gallows, I will not abandon you," he said.
Her eyes widened in surprise. She didn't think he would mention the elephant in the room, especially not to say something like that.
"As long as it's just her," he added. "And it doesn't mean I approve of you doing it, but without my help you would probably get yourself killed, so I would do it for you."
Still, she was not expecting that much loyalty from him. "Thank you. But that is not going to happen. At least not any time soon. Cu– I mean, the Knight-Captain gave me his word that he'll look out for her in there."
"Apparently not all templars are as bad as you think they are," he smirked.
"Not all of them, no," she acquiesced. "Aren't you going to offer me a glass of wine?" she asked, changing the subject.
"I would, but I have no clean glasses," he replied.
She looked around at the broken furniture and dusty floor. "It figures. Since you're going to live here we should clean it up. This mess might be attracting rats, cockroaches and who knows what else. Don't want that in my neighborhood."
He gave her a confused look.
"Don't you know I'll be your neighbor? I bought the old Amell Estate. I'm calling it Hawke Estate now. I hope it catches," she said casually.
"I see. Congratulations, I guess?"
"You guess? Are you asking me if congratulations are in order? Because I've just bought a huge frigging house in Hightown! Mother is going to get her title back and we'll be nobles. Can you believe it? Me! A fucking noble!" she laughed heartedly, and then she grabbed the wine, gave it a large gulp straight from the bottle and handed it back to him.
He was more startled with her drinking after him, from his bottle, than with her news.
"That's very good!" she said, licking her lips.
"I have another bottle in the cellar. I can open it if you'd like."
"Save it for my next visit. There's somewhere I need to be right now. Bye, Fenris," she said.
As he watched her leave he pondered if he should follow her. She wasn't wearing her armor or carrying her daggers and the sun was already setting. It would be dark soon. Also, she was alone. Warning her about the risks she was taking out of recklessness and foolishness had no effect whatsoever, he knew that. Maybe it was best to follow her just to make sure she would be safe.
Hawke arrived at the Gallows to find Cullen outside of the locked gates, waiting for her.
"What took you so long?" he said, pulling her to him and claiming her mouth with his.
Fenris had to muffle his shocked gasp at the sight of their kiss. Did she really like him or was she just whoring herself out to him for Bethany's sake? The latter made much more sense to him. Hawke would do anything for her mage sister. It took the elf a great deal of concentration and restraint to keep his markings from lighting up, such was the anger he felt surging in him.
"You taste like wine," Cullen uttered, breaking the kiss.
"And you taste like lyrium," Hawke countered.
Maybe it was a bit too early in their relationship for them to discuss that. Also, he was a templar. She knew what she was getting into when she decided to date him.
To avoid an argument she hastily thought of something else to say. "A public display of affection in your workplace, huh? I wasn't expecting that."
He looked around. "There's no one here."
Well, there was Fenris hidden in a dark corner nearby, but then again maybe it was too early in their relationship to introduce him to all the craziness of her band.
"I'm starving. Let's go get something to eat," she said instead.
Hawke left holding hands with Cullen and Fenris went back to his mansion. The rogue certainly was not going to need his help that night.

It was early in the morning when Hawke and Leandra got into their new house to start cleaning. Varric arrived shortly after, bringing Merrill to help them and two hirelings: Bodahn and Sandal.
Leandra immediately hit it off with the nice dwarves and by the end of the day and with Hawke's consent she had hired them permanently.

It was Haring 30th, the last day of the year. Varric and Isabela had invited all their companions to a party at the Hanged Man, but Hawke wouldn't be going. She had other plans for that night.
She still hadn't moved to her Hightown estate. Most of the furniture her mother had commissioned hadn't been delivered yet. Only the stuff that didn't need to be custom made was there already, like Hawke's much desired bathtub. There was also a big trunk with the linens and bed covers Leandra had ordered, a big furry rug splayed in front of the hearth and an armchair. That was almost all she needed. There was only one thing missing and she went to take care of it.
Cullen watched as Hawke approached wearing a heavy cloak on that awfully cold evening. There was a bottle of wine in her hands and a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Hi, handsome," she greeted him lovingly.
He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. There was still people running about in the Gallows and he didn't want to put on a show for them. "Have you decided to come over to the Chantry tonight?" he asked.
"Not if I can find something better to do with this sexy man I've been dating," she replied, giving him a wily look.
"Baby, I told you Grand Cleric Elthina is holding a special service tonight from 11p.m to 1a.m. for the faithful to repent for their sins and welcome First Day in prayer and penitence. I have to be there. Why don't you want to come with me?"
Oh, well, she wanted to welcome First Day in sin.
"You wanted to celebrate when I bought the estate. I thought we could do it today."
He knew exactly what she meant by that. That celebration had become a metaphor for their first time. It wasn't something they agreed on, to give it that meaning – it had just happened. They both knew that would be the night they would finally sleep together. And now she was telling him she wanted to do it at last.
Maybe if he confessed and said his prayers early that night… but all the templars would be accompanying the service, except for the ones on guard duty at the Circle. Elthina and Knight-Commander Meredith had both told him they were expecting him there.
His hesitation got her wondering. "Cullen, have you ever…? You know."
He smiled. "I have, yes. As long as we don't get involved with mages, there are no restrictions in that area."
"I thought that if we… celebrated tonight, it would be even more special."
He looked down. "I'm really sorry, baby. I can't."
"It's okay," she sighed. "You go to the Chantry and I'll go to the Hanged Man and we'll meet tomorrow."
"You are going to spend the night at a tavern?" he asked, trying to sound casual, but clearly bothered.
"Well, my friends are having a party there. Why?"
"Nothing, it's just that…"
"Are you jealous?"
"No!" he lied.
"Don't you trust me?"
"I do. It's not that. Uh… who's going?"
"Isabela, Merrill, Aveline and some friends of hers from the Guard, Fenris, Anders, Varric, Tomwise, Quintus, Hubert… Hmm, I don't think you know most of these people. Why do you ask?"
He really didn't know most of them, but he did notice she mentioned more men than women.
"No reason," he replied.
Liar, she thought.
"Er, do you want to go get something to eat?" he asked.
"No, not today. If I'm going to this party I better start getting ready, right?" she said, just to annoy him more. "Have a happy First Day!" she added and putting her arms around his neck she crushed her mouth against his. She worried his bottom lip between her teeth and then her tongue went eagerly searching for his.
He didn't resist her and didn't even look around to see if there was anyone about. Pressing her body against his, she moaned in his mouth. Her kiss was hungry and needful. It held a promise for much more.
As he gasped for breath, she pulled away from him. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said, and hurriedly turned on her heels, hoping that her kiss had been arousing yet unsatisfying enough to make him change his plans for that night.

It was almost midnight. Hawke was having a drink with her companions at the Hanged Man, a scowl on her face. Cullen hadn't shown up. Her kiss and invitation to her bed had been no match for the Grand Cleric's offer for two hours of repentance and prayer.
Anders invited her to dance and the rogue accepted. She knew he liked her and she didn't want to lead him on, but it was just one dance. No harm could come from that, right?
As he took her hand, a much slower, romantic song started. If the healer wasn't so broke she would have thought he had tipped the musicians to do that. Well, she did give him a generous amount of money a few days ago for his work in the expedition.
The mage pulled her closer to him. "You look beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
I shouldn't have agreed to this, Hawke thought. "Thank you, Anders. Hmm, have I told you I'm seeing someone?"
"Yet this someone was not here at the party you had when you bought your new house and he's not here today."
"Are you implying that he's not real?"
"No. I think you don't want to be seen with him. I wonder why is that."
"It's nothing like that. He had a previous appointment."
"I can't think of a man in his right mind who has you as his date would rather spend the night with anyone else," he remarked, tightening his grip around her waist.
Things were getting out of hand. She shouldn't have agreed to this dance, she shouldn't even have attended this party.
Suddenly, the door to the tavern was flung open and Cullen stalked in.
Isabela hastily grabbed Merrill's arm and rushed to hide her upstairs.
"Maker help me! I won't let him take me, Hawke," Anders said, pulling away from her, bright blue glowing in his eyes.
"Anders, look at me," Hawke said, grabbing him by the shoulders, and forcing him to meet her eyes. "Calm down. He did not come for you. And do not let Justice make an appearance right now, I beg you. You have to trust me on this," she uttered and let go of him, a dead serious look in her face.
The dwarf was already by their side. "Blondie, keep it cool. This is not what you think."
"Don't let him do anything stupid," Hawke told Varric and went over to meet Cullen.
The templar grinned widely when he saw her.
"Changed your mind?" she asked him.
His arms snaked around her waist and neck and his lips fell hard upon hers. "The thoughts I'm having are not appropriate for the Chantry," he mumbled against her mouth.
"Let's go," she said, smiling.
She grabbed her cloak and they rushed out of the tavern holding hands.

"Him? Why would she…? Is she doing this for Bethany? Why did you tell me to be calm? You knew he wouldn't try to bring me in, didn't you? Oh, Maker! She's not sleeping with him for me, is she?" Anders babbled nervously, an appalled look on his face.
"Blondie, stop! Hawke likes him. That's why they are together. And she's not sleeping with him, but I bet that will change tonight," the dwarf replied, smirking.

When Hawke and Cullen stepped outside the Hanged Man, it was snowing. The first snow of the season.
"Wow, isn't this incredibly romantic?" she said, holding out a hand to the falling snowflakes.
"I think the Maker is on your side," he replied, smiling.
Minutes later she was unlocking the door to her estate. He swept her in his arms and got in carrying her. She looked at him, startled.
"For luck," he said simply. "Which way is your bedroom?"
"I don't have a bed yet. What do you think about the rug?"
"Perfect. I'll light up the hearth," he said and gingerly put her down.
While he took care of that task, she got a blanket from the trunk of linens and sat on the rug, waiting for him.
They took their time undressing each other, covering every inch of bare skin revealed with kisses until only their smallclothes remained on.
He beckoned her to lie down on her back and kneeled in front of her. He lifted her right leg to his mouth, trailing kisses along it, from her ankle to the inside of her thigh until he reached her warmth. He kissed her over the thin, already wet fabric of her smalls, making her breathe out a needful moan. Then he went back to her other ankle, giving the same treatment to her left leg.
She raised her hips slightly for him to take off her smalls, but instead he moved up to her chest and unhooked her breastband, spilling her full, creamy breasts free. He took one nipple in his mouth suckling it as his fingers softly rubbed the other.
He kissed his way down to her warm center and finally took off her smalls. She reached for him with urgency, not wanting to wait a second longer to have him inside of her. But he gently pushed her back down on the rug.
"Baby, I don't want to rush this. Let me enjoy you," he whispered.
Well, when he put it like that…
Trying to reign in her lust, she took several deep breaths as he slowly placed feather-light kisses from her neck to her stomach. He delicately pushed her legs apart and closed his lips over her clit. She bent her knees, giving him better access as he sucked and circled and pressed her nub with his tongue.
He slid a finger inside her and then a second one. His mouth never left her clit as he started thrusting his fingers into her, curling them to caress her walls, making her writhe and moan.
It didn't take long until she came, arching her back and chanting his name, her chest heaving with rugged pants. His fingers came out covered in her cream and he looked deep into her eyes as he sucked them clean.
"Maker, you taste so good," he muttered.
She couldn't take this anymore. He was going to drive her insane.
Suddenly she captured his mouth with her pouty lips and hooking her legs around him she flipped them over. She hastily took off his underwear and when he was about to tell her again that there was no need to rush, she took his hard shaft in her mouth. With her tongue sliding down on the underside of his cock and twirling hungrily around him, he completely lost the ability to form any coherent sentence.
Her hand was stroking the base of his shaft as she sucked the head. She looked up and caught his gaze. He was propped up on his elbows to better watch her. She wickedly kept her eyes on his as her hands slid to his waist and she took him to the hilt with her mouth.
Now it was her that was driving him crazy.
The templar pulled her up and kissed her longingly as he embraced her and turned them over. She spread her legs invitingly and he settled between them. She reached out a hand to guide his length to her entrance and he unhurriedly pushed himself into her.
"Please, Cullen. Just do it. Take me," she pleaded, lustfully rolling her hips against him.
He began thrusting into her, his movements slow and careful.
Hawke lost it. It was nice that he was all romantic and gentle with her like no one had ever been, but even during sex? That was not her thing. Maybe it was her fault. She had asked him to take it slow after all. But they were past that now.
Locking her ankles behind his back, she drew him closer, making his cock sink deeper into her sheath. Then she bucked her hips, making her warmth clench and twitch around him and cradled his face with both her hands. "Cullen, baby, please, fuck me! Hard! I can take it," she said, eyes dark with lust.
That sent shivers down his spine and he gasped for air. Maker help him, that woman was going to be his undoing. She had already made him choose sin over repentance and prayer. And now she was making him lose all his self-control.
He began hammering her, each thrust more forceful than the previous. One hand was fisting a clump of her hair, the other was supporting his weight.
He lowered his head to the crook of her neck. As he breathed in her scent, his teeth nipped at the soft skin, nearly breaking it, leaving bite marks along her neck.
Her moans became wordless screams as her release hit for the second time. Her nails were digging into his skin and her back arched into him as she rode the waves of pleasure that were shooting through her body.
He wanted to keep pounding into her, to last longer, but he couldn't. The way her hot core was clutching and squeezing him as she came overwhelmed him with pleasure and threw him over the edge. His head fell back and his eyes snapped shut as he filled her with endless jolts of his seed.
Breathing heavily, he let his weight fall over her for just a couple of seconds, before giving her a quick kiss on the lips and rolling over to lay by her side.
She reached for the blanket to cover them and they snuggled under it.
"You're amazing," he muttered, a silly smile on his face.
"So are you," she said, tenderly running her fingers on his chiseled hard chest. "Are you spending the night?"
He shouldn't. What if the Knight-Commander wanted to talk to him after the service? And he was probably going to need a lyrium draught first thing in the morning.
"I am," he answered, unable to resist the beautiful naked woman in his arms.
She lifted herself in one elbow and cupped his face with her free hand. "Happy First Day, baby," she said and her lips descended on his for a heated kiss. Their night was far from over.
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