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Blood Promise	By : Hikari86 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Breaking Point

Standing in front of his clinic, Jordan stared at the door. She had been there for several minutes, thinking and determining the best way to approach Anders. His door was ajar, meaning he was inside, but didn't want to be disturbed. Possibly in a haste, not having closed it all the way. Jordan had came this way, not sure if he would even be here. Anders tended to disappear on her when things such as this got tough for him. Although what occurred in the tunnels was something she hadn't witnessed from him or Justice before. It was like the spirit had lost all control, nothing ruled but rage and madness. It had scared her to see him like that, to think either Anders or Justice could turn into such a frightening monster, and possibly kill her, any of the others, or an innocent, like Ella.
Jordan took a deep breath. No, that couldn't happen. She had proven it by stopping Justice from killing Ella. She knew she could handle him. She knew she could handle them both. She just needed to be cautious, especially now, when she wasn't sure what she would be walking into. Would it be Anders, going around frantic? Or would he be calm, maybe sobbing to himself in a corner? It might be Justice again, having taken back control. She couldn't be sure. There was no noise coming from the clinic that she could hear to gauge what might be going on inside. She just needed to be careful, and approach either Anders or Justice with care.
She entered the clinic slowly, not wanting to startle him. Going inside, she spotted Anders going around in a hurry, grabbing things, looking at them, then muttering to himself whether he would throw it away or keep it. He did this several times, Jordan watching him from the doorway before he went to a pile of parchments, ones Jordan knew were from his research on spinal cords. He went through them, skimming the pages, crumbling some and tossing them to the side. The ones he decided he would keep, he placed in a pile at the corner of his desk.
“Anders,” Jordan said softly.
Anders stopped what he was doing and inhaled sharp. Slowly his eyes went to hers, brown meeting yellow. Jordan was relieved to see he was still himself, but even if there was no blue within his eyes, she could still see he was struggling with something internally.
“Jordan...” he spoke. “Wh-what are you...?”
“Why are you throwing stuff away?” Jordan asked. She closed the clinic door fully, not wanting them to be disturbed.
Anders widened his eyes at her action, but then shook his head and stood up straight from his desk. “I'm not going to be staying here much longer, might as well get rid of what I don't need.”
“You're leaving?” Jordan felt her own eyes become large. “Why?”
“You were there. You should know why.”
“Yes, I was.” She hardened her face. There was no way she was going to let him leave like this. “But do you really think leaving Kirkwall is going to make you feel better?”
“Should I feel better?” he said glaring at her. “You were the only thing that kept me from murdering an innocent girl! It's all gone wrong. Justice and I. We're just a monster, same as any abomination.”
Jordan could feel her own anger rising, not believing what she was hearing from him. “So that's it, huh? You're just going to give up? Stop everything and let the templars win?”
“Maybe they deserve to win,” Anders said grave. He stared down at the ground and closed his eyes. He looked so defeated at that moment. “Maybe they're right. How can I fight for the freedom of mages, when I am the example of the worst that freedom brings?”
Jordan couldn't see it that way. Yes, he did something that templars fear, something that would surely have him hanging from a noose, but he wasn't an abomination. Anders was still himself, and even when Justice took control, he could still bring himself back. He had proven that in the tunnel, even if Jordan had to force him out. If that's what it took, then she would gladly do it again.
“Don't be so hard on yourself,” she said, taking a step closer to him. “Despite what you might think, you do have some control. Mages are dangerous, yes, but they can still keep control of their powers, just as you've been doing.”
“What?” he said, looking back up. Seeing she was closer to him, he took two steps back. “No, that's not true. Would you really call that control back in the tunnel? There was nothing I could do or say to stop Justice from killing that girl. Only you... Your voice was the only thing that could reach us.”
“I know you need help, Anders.” She took another step towards him. “That's why I'm here. I want to help.”
Anders's eyes searched her face. He shook his head and took another two steps back. “You shouldn't, Jordan. You might have been able to stop him then, but what about the next time? What if the next time I'm with a patient?” Anders looked away from her, horror in his eyes. “I could attack a patient and not be able to stop myself.”
“I don't think that's going to happen,” said Jordan. “I've seen you with patients. You're good with them. There's no way Justice could come out and attack them like he did the templars.”
“How do you know that?” Anders asked, looking directly at her.
Jordan stared back at him. “Do you remember the little girl from this morning?”
Anders breathed in and nodded.
“Was there anything about her that would have made Justice mad enough to attack her?”
“No.”
“What about any other patient you've healed?”
“Well...” Anders had to think. “There were some, criminals and such, that Justice didn't like me healing, because he felt their injuries were justice for their crimes.”
“Did he try and attack them?”
Anders's face appeared to relax a little. “No,” he said softly.
“Do you see what I mean?”
“I do, but...”
“But nothing, Anders.” Jordan went all the way to his front, staring directly into his eyes. “You will not hurt a patient. And I know together, we can get through this. You know I'm right here, Anders. I'm not going anywhere.”
Anders gazed at her, eyes becoming soft, shinning. There was relief behind them, wonder... love. For a moment Jordan could see how he appeared when they were dancing together at the Hanged Man. She could see how he truly felt about her, but quickly it was dashed. A shimmer of blue flashed within them, and Anders looked away and rushed inside the storeroom.
Jordan sighed. She was so close, but he was just so stubborn. She needed to do something to show he wasn't alone, and he didn't need to be. Following him into the storeroom, Anders was back to looking at things and deciding whether he would throw them away or keep them.
“Why do you push me away?” Jordan spoke, standing in the doorway.
Looking away from his work, Anders turned to her, his face falling as he saw her completely blocking the doorway, just now realizing going into the storeroom was not a good place to run. “I've already told you why.”
“And I've already told you I don't care. Justice does not scare me. You do not scare me. I've been around magic my whole life, I know what to except and how to handle it.”
“But I'm different...”
“How exactly are you different?” Jordan raised an eyebrow.
“I...” Anders wasn't sure what to say to her. “Jordan, you need to stop this!” he blurted. “I appreciate what you've done for me so far. Your support in the cause to free mages has been great. You didn't force Feynriel to go to the Circle, instead you let him go to the Dalish. You also helped the Starkhaven mages to escape the templars yet again, even if they were caught and brought to the Gallows sometime later. And through everything else, you've supported me even when you shouldn't. You almost make me believe in myself.”
“Because you should.” Jordan went more into the storeroom. “Whatever it is you decide to do, you know I'll be right there with you. Supporting you to the bitter end. We'll win this fight together.”
“You really won't let me lose myself to Justice, will you?” Anders asked, his eyes big.
“Never.” Jordan went right to him, both their eyes not looking anywhere else. She then smiled, her eyes becoming brighter. “And neither will the templars ever get their hands on you. They'll have to go through me first, because it would kill me just as much to see you hurt and locked up by the templars.”
“You shouldn't,” Anders said softly. “I've tried to hold back for so long. You know what I am. You've seen what I can do, yet you still don't seem to heed my warnings.” Anders looked away, then walked around her.
“Anders,” Jordan said, stopping him before he could leave the storeroom. “Don't go.”
“I might be a monster, Jordan,” he said without looking at her. “But I'm still a man. You can't keep pushing me like this and expect me to resist forever.”
“Maybe that's what you need is for me to push you,” Jordan smirked. “I'm not going to stop, Anders. I'm going to keep at it until you can't take anymore. Until you go completely mad.”
He faced her, his eyes lustful.
Jordan gave him her most sensual look. “Stop resisting me,” she whispered.
It happened quick, before Jordan could register what was happening. Anders pressed forward, backing her up against the shelves, the many bottles and flasks upon it rattling harshly. One even fell to the floor and shattered, barely being noticed by either of them. Anders kissed her rough, his mouth consuming hers, claiming it in a rush of passion. His hands went about, the left going through her hair and pulling her ponytail. The right went down her body before reaching her stomach. His eager fingers dug under her shirt and jerkin, coming in contact with her flesh. He groaned loudly as he pushed up his hand, his nails biting her skin.
Jordan had been taken by surprise, by Anders thrusting himself at her. By the suddenness of his mouth on hers. Her hands gripped the shelves for stability. Her tongue dueled with his, legs spreading to allow him to get closer. All the while, Jordan's mind raced, enjoying the moment, but wondering where it came from, if she had finally push the right buttons. But just as suddenly as he was on her, he was off.
Jordan snapped her eyes open to see Anders backing off. He appeared strained, frightened even, yet the lust in his eyes was still evident. “No!” he gasped. “No, no, no!” He left the storeroom, going back into his clinic.
“Anders!” Jordan took herself from the shelf and followed him out. He stood breathing hard, robes out of place and hair starting to fall from its band. Jordan took in her own deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Calm her body which had been set afire just from his touch.
“We can't,” he mouthed, shaking his head.
“Yes. We can.” Jordan was not about to lose him after that kiss. “You can't just kiss me like that then run away. You want me, just as I want you.”
Anders's face hardened. “Do you know how much danger you're putting yourself in?”
“About the same amount of danger I put myself in everyday?” Jordan shrugged.
Going to her, Anders grabbed her face and kissed her again. This time the kiss was softer, but the lust was still there. Everything in Jordan's body tightened from his touch. She wanted him to take her then, to drag her into his little bedroom and do whatever he wished to her, but they were parted before she could even begin to kiss him back.
“You know this will be a disaster,” said Anders as he stood several steps back and examined her.
Jordan peered at him. “No it won't.”
“It will,” Anders frowned. “But I can't live without it. We could die tomorrow. I don't want it to be before I tell you how I feel.”
“Then tell me now,” Jordan whispered.
“No.” He looked away and closed his eyes. “I thought with Justice... this part of me was over. You know I can't give you a normal life.” He looked back at her. “If you're with me, we'll be hunted, hated. The whole world will be against us.”
“It's a world I'm used to,” said Jordan. “And who says I want a normal life anyway? It's so boring to be normal,” she smirked.
Anders smiled with her, a small smile that brightened his eyes. “Maybe, but I still feel I won't be able to give you everything you need.”
“I think I'll be the judge of that.”
He nodded slightly. “Then if you wish, leave your door open, and I will come to you tonight. If it is locked, then I'll know you took my warning at last.” Anders turned away and went to his desk. He started going through the papers again, this time placing them in neat piles instead of crumbling and throwing them away.
Jordan continued to stare at him for a moment. He never looked back at her, only kept his eyes to his work. Eventually she realized he wasn't going to say anything to her again, and she quietly left his clinic and headed back to her home. She hoped he would come, because she would make sure her door would open to him.
***
Jordan paced about her room, her heart pounding against her chest. It wasn't very late, but she was still anxious, not knowing if Anders would show or not. He said he would come, but she could still hear the hesitation in his voice when he said it. As if he was still fighting with himself on whether he would allow himself to be with her. Jordan stopped and stared out her window. That kiss hadn't been a lie. It was filled with passion and a desire just as deep as her own. He wanted to be with her, maybe even loved her. Jordan hoped he wouldn't abandon her, not this night. Not when she was in need of him.
She had made sure the door was unlocked, having gone to deal with it once Bodahn had locked up the house and headed to bed himself. After unlocking the door, Jordan had stood in front of it for some time, waiting to see if it would open and Anders would come through. It hadn't, and she knew why. It was still too early. Soon she went to her room, and continued to pace. It was still too early even now, but she couldn't help but to worry. Anders was making his way through Hightown. Anything could happen to him: guards, thieves, templars. She began to panic when she thought of him having to fight templars. Did she need to go out and start looking for him? Maybe just to make sure the way to her house was clear.
Jordan shook her head and took deep, calming breaths. She didn't need to do that. Anders would be fine. He knew the streets, and would be able to get to her house without any trouble. Hopefully.
There was a noise at her door. She turned to it, but saw it was only Chance as he lazily made his way out of her room, more than likely heading to the kitchen to get a snack from Orana. Jordan sighed and sat herself down on the bed. She didn't know why she was acting like this. She had never acted like this before when it came to men, but Anders just seemed different, and she was afraid he wasn't coming.
Her door made a noise again, but Jordan didn't look up, thinking it was Chance returning.
“Jordan?”
She sat up fast, her eyes wide as she stared at the blonde mage standing in her doorway. “Anders? Y-You came. I didn't think you would.”
“I almost didn't.” He went more into her room and closed the door behind him. “Justice does not approve of my obsession with you. He believes you're a distraction. It is one of the few things in which he and I disagree.”
“Oh, right... Justice,” Jordan mused. “I kinda figured he was probably the one who was keeping you back. I guess he's not willing to take part in our threesome?”
“Please don't call it that,” Anders grimaced. “It's not like... no, I don't really want to think about it.”
“Well I'm glad you did come. If you hadn't, then I'd be out there looking for you.” Jordan made her way more to him, standing herself in front of the fireplace. She had started a fire earlier in the evening, now neglected, it was down to just embers.
Anders also made his way closer, but still kept his distance. “Are you really sure about that?” he asked. “I mean, do you really want me here? I was lead to believe you and Fenris...”
“Stop,” Jordan said, putting up her hand. “Fenris and I...” She bit her lower lip. In reality, she really didn't know what status she and Fenris were at. After their time together, she had gone to him and they had talked it out, coming to an agreement that what happened meant nothing, but the way Fenris acted around her now, Jordan wasn't so sure about it anymore. Maybe it had.
“Fenris meant nothing to me,” she said, not sure if she was lying. Her own feelings toward the elf were muddled. “It was a spur of the moment thing. There's nothing between us.” Jordan looked downcast, hoping Anders didn't see the sadness in her eyes.
“I'm sorry if he hurt you,” Anders said softly. “I know how hard it is to lose someone you thought you cared about.”
“But I--”
“You don't need to explain,” Anders said as he got closer to her. “I just hope I'm not a 'spur of the moment.'”
Jordan shook her head. “Never.” If she did feel something for Fenris, Jordan at least knew her feelings for Anders were stronger.
Sighing, Anders stared at her with loving, brown eyes. “When I was in the Circle, love was only a game. It gave the templars too much power if there was something you couldn't stand to lose. It would kill me to lose you.” He looked away from her, the love not being replaced, but joined with sadness and fear.
Jordan took his chin and brought his face back to hers. “Do you think this is going to change that? You aren't going to lose me. I promise you that.”
“You shouldn't make promises you can't keep.”
“I've pretty much been doing that my whole life. But it's only the promises I really care about that I make sure to keep.” Jordan made sure her own eyes showed how much she cared for him. How much she loved him in return.
Anders softly smiled at her. “No mage I know has ever dared to fall in love.” He put his hand on her face and brought her close. “This is the rule I will most cherish breaking.” His lips touched hers gently, parting and kissing her with a soft touch. It was more tender than the one in the storeroom. More loving. More real. Jordan felt him move his hand down her face and to her shoulder. She went closer, moving her head to the side so she could deepen the kiss. It was what she had been waiting for. What she had always dreamed of.
They parted and Anders placed his forehead on Jordan's while closing his eyes. Jordan rubbed her nose on his while her hands went inside his coat and gently pushed it from his shoulders. Her fingers went about pushing the buttons of his shirt through their holes, opening it to show her his well formed chest. Anders had a well-built frame, more muscular than a mage should be, but his life on the run had shaped his body. Jordan ran her fingers down his chest, feeling his smooth skin.
Anders brought her attention back to his mouth, kissing her more passionately this time, slipping his tongue past her teeth and gliding it alongside hers. His own hands explored her body, finding her curves and bringing her closer to him. Before she knew it, distracted by his lips and tongue, Jordan found herself completely naked save her smallclothes, while standing in front of him. She stopped the kiss and looked down at her body before playfully glaring back at his smiling face. He really wasn't joking when he had said he was the best in the Ferelden Circle when it came to taking a girl's clothes off. Breastband included.
Jordan went about taking the rest of his shirt off and throwing it on the floor. Taking his head in her hands, she fully resumed their kissing, intensifying the heat as she felt his hands explore her bare skin. He squeezed her small breasts, then made his way down, going over the curves of her hips and cupping the swell of her backside. Anders then lifted her in his arms, and Jordan wrapped her legs around his waist. She left his mouth to explore the skin of his neck, kissing and gently nipping at sensitive parts. Anders walked forward and stumbled slightly into the bed. He placed her down and crawled on top, attacking the curve of her neck and shoulder. His tongue shifted back and forth, tasting her and making his way down to her chest. Jordan shifted herself, letting Anders take one of her nipples. He slowly drew it in, taking in her entire breast. His hand went to her other breast, pinching the nipple and gently flicking it between his fingers. Jordan moaned from his assaults, her hands combing through his hair and taking out the band holding it back, letting the dirty blonde strands fall across his face.
“You don't know how long I've been aching for this,” Anders spoke as he moved his mouth to the other breast and gave it the same attention. His tongue swirled around her nipple, teeth gingerly biting and pulling.
“Probably as long as I have,” Jordan cooed. She took in a sharp breath when Anders popped her nipple out of his mouth. He started making his way down her belly, leaving a little trail of kisses.
“I've wanted you ever since I saw you walk in my clinic for the first time,” he said in between kisses. “You were beautiful, strong. And you didn't have a hate for mages like so many others I've come across. You actually want to help free us.”
“Yes, but please... let's not talk about that now.” Jordan stared down at him as he made his way between her legs and slipped off her smallclothes.
“Of course,” he spoke. “Now is not the time for such talk.” He was on his knees on the floor. Jordan was laying on the bed with her legs dangling off the side. Anders tenderly spread them as he kissed her inner thighs, slowly making his way towards her center. “This is something I've dreamed about. Something I've yearned for. To know your taste, your scent. To hear you...”
“To hear me what? Oh...” Jordan's head went back when she felt Anders's tongue enter her channel. It parted her folds, and slid up and around. Jordan groaned as it darted in and out, fingers soon joining as they rubbed her shivering walls and pressed hard on her already taut nub. Her cries grew as she tried to find stability, hands clawing at the sheets, one flying to grab Anders's hair and pull. He fought back by jamming one of his fingers deeper into her channel. Jordan screamed when her climax came, her whole body shaking, her womb trembling.
“That,” Anders said as he crawled back on top of her. He kissed her and Jordan could taste her juices on his lips. Her arms encircled his neck, wanting very much for him to take her as her mind started coming down from its high. Her body still shook, anticipation building as she felt the weight of his body come down on her. The tip of his length touched her entrance. Jordan let down her hands, having them fall on the bed. Anders propped himself above her, continuing to kiss her deeply. He then began to press himself inside her, the feeling of his hardened member slipping between her slick folds made Jordan's heart beat fast. She cooed from the feeling, enjoying the way it felt against her walls. Anders then suddenly stopped midway, his eyes closed tight with a slight grimace on his face and body rigid and tense.
“Oh no. No, no, no,” Jordan said as she realized why he wasn't continuing. “Don't you dare let him stop this.”
“He's not trying to... stop it,” Anders breathed. His arms shook as he kept himself fixed in place above and inside her. “Just trying to... understand it.”
“Well you tell Justice,” Jordan said as she sat up to look Anders square in the eyes. “That there is nothing to understand. He needs to just sit back and let it happen. Because...” Jordan wrapped her arms around Anders's shoulders and flipped him over, putting his back to the bed as she hovered over his hips. The tip of his member settling at her entrance. “He happens to be in the body of a man who has a naked girl on top of him. And...” She lowered her hips slowly, his shaft spearing through her folds. Jordan also lowered her face and whispered in Anders's ear. “She plans to fuck his brains out.” Her hips then suddenly jerked forward, bringing them down and fully engulfing him within herself.
Anders yelped from the suddenness of his involuntary invasion. He grabbed onto Jordan's hips to keep them from moving. Jordan smiled down at him, knowing it wasn't really Anders who was trying to stop her.
“Come now, Justice,” she whispered into his ear. “It's not so bad. Are you afraid you might enjoy it?”
“It's not that,” Anders said as he shook his head. He was breathing hard, his brown eyes shiny as he stared over at Jordan. She could see them flickering, a slight tinge of blue trying to get past the brown.
“It's okay, Anders,” Jordan smiled. “Just try and enjoy the ride. I'll take care of Justice.” Anders blinked at her. Jordan kissed him as her hands laced between his fingers to take them from her hips. She brought his arms above his head and placed them down. She then raised her hips, letting him slide out of her and flop down on his belly.
“Jordan, what are you...?” Anders asked as she slid down his chest.
“Can I not hear you?” Jordan said sweetly, her eyes twinkling at him. She licked the corner of her mouth, tongue gliding across her top lip to the other side. Anders whimpered as she grasped the bottom of his shaft and slowly began to pull upwards. “Maybe Justice needs to know what it feels like first. Hmm?”
“He knows,” Anders groaned, pressing his head into the mattress.
“Yeah?” Jordan teased, her hot breath touching his tip. “But not when I do it.” Her mouth engulfed him, first only the tip as her tongue swirled around the head. Anders let out a cry, his legs bending and arms coming down from where Jordan had placed them. She didn't stop, ignoring his movements as she took more of his shaft into her mouth. Her hand wrapped around his base and squeezed, then slowly went up as her mouth slowly went down. Jordan's tongue wrapped around his shaft, flicking and teasing and pressing the areas that got the most reaction. Teeth tenderly biting at his head.
Anders tried hard to keep himself still, but Jordan's actions were pushing him over the edge. Her tongue, fingers, and teeth driving him fast. His hands worked to find purchase, gripping the sheets and wrinkling them. They then found a pillow, and he placed it over his face. He screamed into it as Jordan increased her aggressive attack. She pulled his length fully into her mouth, nipping and sucking hard. Her free hand squeezed his balls, kneading them around in her fingers. Not being able to take anymore, Anders let the fire in his core that had been building finally release. It burst throughout his whole body, and exploded down Jordan's throat.
Taking the pillow from his face, Anders took in air, his head spinning and Justice just as woozy as he was. He was hot, his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat as he cooled.
“It worked,” he breathed, feeling Jordan make her way back on top of him.
“I knew it would,” Jordan smiled. She kissed him lightly on the lips. “He just needed to know what I was capable of, is all. Nothing to be afraid of with me.”
“Like I said, it wasn't that,” said Anders. He stared up at her, his eyes going back to normal, and showing deep love. “I love you, Jordan. I've been trying to hold back from saying it, but I can't anymore.”
“What a time to say it, huh?” Jordan smirked. “Sure it wasn't from what I just did?”
“I won't lie and say it didn't help, but what I feel for you has been brewing in my heart for the past three years. I don't think I've felt this way about anyone before.” His words were sincere, his face showed it. Jordan smiled softly at him, knowing every word he spoke was true, and that her feelings matched his own.
“I love you, too, Anders.”
“Good, because I'm not done with you.” Anders flipped Jordan over and reversed their positions.
“You still have more to give?” Jordan asked, surprised from the sudden shift change.
“I think you sometimes forget I'm a Grey Warden. It's all right, most do since I'm not really an active member of the Order at the moment. But just because I'm not active, doesn't mean I still can't perform some of their skills. Endurance, being one of them.”
“Ah. Well, I have heard of the legendary endurance of the Grey Warden's on the battlefield. Is this skill transferable, then?”
“It very much is.” Anders placed his head between her shoulder and neck and started sucking on a small piece of skin. At the same time, he pressed his length deep inside her channel. Jordan shivered from both touches. He continued to attack her neck while his hips brought his hardened member back and forth inside her, rubbing against Jordan's rippled walls. Jordan squeezed his shoulders, her own hips slowly beginning to match with Anders's. She moaned as he went from one side of her neck to the other, their hips pushing and pulling together in unison. Jordan caught Anders's head and brought his mouth to hers. She pressed her tongue inside his cheek and dragged it across his teeth. Anders's tongue flicked at hers and they dueled, battling in and out of each others mouths.
Their pace quickened. Anders brought his length down hard into Jordan, the base of his shaft rubbing against her equally hard nub. Jordan cried out, bringing her head back as she pressed Anders's into her chest. He took the opportunity and sucked on one of her nipples, making Jordan jerk and causing him to go even deeper.
Their bodies beat against each other, fighting, teasing, and taunting. The head of Anders's length knocked at Jordan's womb, hard and steady as they increased the speed, the heat intensifying. Jordan gave in first, her cry of ecstasy loud as it carried throughout the room. Anders soon joined her, his release triggered by Jordan's channel tightly squeezing around him. He collapsed beside her, both of their breaths coming out in plumes due to the heat in their bodies.
“Anders...” Jordan breathed, her chest going up and down with every intake of air. “Don't ever leave.”
“I won't,” he said, kissing her forehead. He brought her close to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Despite the heat, Jordan found it nice to be in his arms. She felt safe, she felt loved. She felt that Anders really wouldn't leave her. That he wouldn't be like Fenris, and break her heart.
***
When Jordan awoke, she found herself alone in the bed. She panicked, not seeing Anders anywhere. Had he left her? She remembered he said he wouldn't last night. Yet, he was nowhere...
“Jordan, are you all right?”
Jordan quickly turned to her side, seeing Anders sitting in one of the chairs by her bed. It was a chair she rarely, if ever used. One she had just pushed into the corner. He was staring at her concerned.
“Was it another nightmare? You looked as if you were sleeping peacefully.”
“Well... I...” she stammered. “I just... didn't know where you were.”
“I'm right here,” he said, standing from the chair and joining her on the bed. He hugged her close.
“What were you doing?” she asked.
“I couldn't sleep. After you fell asleep, I laid there with you for awhile, just holding you close. I was afraid to fall asleep myself. Afraid that if I did, I might lose you.”
Jordan stared into his eyes. “Why?”
“I told you that I've ached to be with you for three years. I would have dreams about last night. Each time thinking and hoping they were real, but always waking and finding out the truth. You were still out of my reach. I didn't want to fall asleep, then wake in my clinic to find yet again this was only a dream.”
“You know, you could've come to me sooner,” Jordan mused. “You know how I've felt about you.”
“I know,” he nodded, stroking her arm. “And I still believe this is wrong, that I don't deserve your love. That we shouldn't be together. But after last night... I can't bring myself to leave you. I was up all night watching you sleep, thinking both how lucky I was, and also about how foolish I am. I love you so much, Jordan. Please forgive me if I should ever do something to break your heart. Because I know I will.”
Jordan stared at him, seeing the hurt but also the love in his eyes. It was a battle in his head, and not just from Justice. “You know...” Jordan said slowly. “I'm hungry. Are you hungry? Do you want a sandwich? I can get Orana to make us one.”
Anders chuckled, shaking his head at her. “You will be an inspiration to generations of romantic poets. But there is something... I would like to bring up, if you don't mind anything unpleasant at the moment.”
“And that would be?”
“Templars,” Anders said grave. “There were a few sniffing around my place a few days ago. Awhile back you offered for me to come and live with you. Is that... still an option?” His smile was uncertain.
It was Jordan's turn to laugh. “Way to kill the romance.”
“I believe you killed it first with your 'I'm hungry' comment.”
“So you're asking to move in, huh?” Jordan teased. “Any benefits to having you live with me?”
“Well, for starters, we can have a lot more nights like last night. And I thought you might appreciate not having to step over the drunkards in Darktown every time you want to see me. What do you say?”
“Hmm... I don't know,” said Jordan. “Last night was fun, but I sort of like stepping over the drunkards in Darktown. It's like a sport.”
“Jordan!” Anders said as he grabbed her around the waist and wrestled her down to the bed. “I'll still be at my clinic, so you can do that while I'm there.” He tickled her and she laughed hard, fighting to get free from him. Jordan then grabbed his neck and kissed him hard. He stopped and their kiss became softer and tender.
When they parted, Jordan looked Anders sincerely in the eyes. “I want you right here, with me. Until the day we die.”
“Then until that day, I will never leave your side.” He went back to kissing her passionately, restarting what they had finished last night.
***
“Now where did Mother put it...? Ah ha! Here it is!” Jordan took a key out of her mother's drawer. She then went to leave her mother's room, but found she was caught when she spotted Leandra standing in the doorway.
“Jordan, what are you doing in my room?” Leandra asked. Her daughter was always welcomed in her room, but it was rare for Jordan to be in it unless she was looking for her.
“I, uh...” Jordan looked at the key, just as Leandra did, noticing it in her hand. “You don't mind if we have a house guest, do you?”
Leandra eyed her daughter. “Who?”
“You remember Anders, yes?”
“He's the blonde young man, isn't he? The apostate you say has a free clinic in Darktown?”
“Yeah, that would be him. He's going to be staying with us now, if you don't mind. The templars are starting to catch wind of what he's doing.” Jordan smiled at her mother who continued to eye her suspiciously.
“And where will this young man be staying, exactly?”
“We have plenty of guest bedrooms, Mother.”
“I know, but something tells me he won't be sleeping in either of them.”
Jordan frowned, knowing she wouldn't be able to hide anything from her mother.
Leandra sighed and relented her gaze. “You're a grown woman, Jordan, and able to make your own decisions. Just be careful, all right, dear? And Anders can stay as long as he wishes. I'm just not sure what our neighbors will think seeing him entering our home every night.”
“I don't really care what they think, but they won't be seeing him entering from the front door. He'll be using the back one.” Jordan held up the key. “This is the key to the cellar, right? His clinic is right next to the entrance, so I thought if he had the key, he could just enter from there.”
“I suppose that'll work,” Leandra smiled.
“Thanks, Mother.” Jordan kissed her on the cheek before going back to her own room. Leandra chuckled as she went out.
Once back on her own room, Jordan shut the door and found Anders at her desk, writing something down. When she entered, he looked up and smiled at her. Jordan had to stop and gawk at him. Not just from his smile, but because he was also bare-chested, only wearing trousers.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Working on my manifesto,” he said, leaning back and stretching out his arms and torso. Jordan had to hold her breath, seeing his lean body stretched out in front of her.
“Can I hear some of it?” she said without thinking.
“You really want to hear it?”
“Why not?”
Anders shrugged and picked up the parchment. “Alright, here's what I have at the moment. I have more in my clinic.” He cleared his throat. “'Andraste suffered at the hands of the magisters, thus she feared the influence of magic. But if the Maker blamed magic for the magisters' actions in the Black City, why would He still gift us with it? The oppression of mages stems from the fears of men, not the will of the Maker.' What do you think?”
Jordan considered it. “Sounds good, but I think it would be better if I heard the rest of it.”
“If you want, I can go and get the rest of it for you to read.”
“You could.” Jordan tapped her chin. “But not at the moment. I have something I want to give you.”
“Oh?” Anders stood from the desk, putting the parchment down and giving her his full attention.
Jordan took the key from her pocket and presented it to him.
“A key?” he said, cocking an eyebrow. “Is that a key to the house?”
“It sure isn't the key to my chastity belt.”
“You have a chastity belt?”
“After last night, what do you think?” Jordan smirked.
Anders laughed and smiled at her.
“This is a key to the cellar, actually. Do you remember when you, Bethany and I broke in and chased out all the slavers?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you recall how close the entrance was to your clinic?”
“I do, and I still know where it is.”
“Good, because I thought it would be a lot easier for you to enter from the cellar instead of having to hike your way through Hightown and Lowtown to get to your clinic. It'll also be an easy escape route just in case templars do decide to visit you.” She handed him the key and he placed it in his pocket.
“It sure will,” he said. He went to her and kissed her lips, his hand going to the back of her head. Jordan kissed him back, loving that she could do this freely now.
“There's one more thing,” she said after they parted.
Anders peered at her curious.
This was something Jordan wasn't sure about, and had been thinking about a lot since Anders had come to her last night. Going to her wardrobe, she dug through until she reached the back, and pulled out her father's old staff, Honor. She then presented it to him, keeping her face as straight as possible.
“Isn't that Bethany's staff?” Anders asked as he gazed upon the golden rod in her hands.
“It was,” she said, fingering the staff. “But it first belonged to my father. Malcolm made this staff a lone time ago. He intended it to be Bethany's when she was old enough and able to use a staff, and she used it to get us out of Ferelden, and during the time we were in Kirkwall together, but now... well, you know she can't have it being in the Gallows.” Jordan studied his face, trying to read his reaction.
“So then, are you giving it to me?” Anders asked.
“Yes. I want you to have it.” She put the staff out so he could take it. “At the moment it's just sitting in my wardrobe, collecting dust. I feel this staff doesn't deserve that fate, that it wants to be out helping. To free the mages.”
Anders peered at the staff before taking it from Jordan. Once he touched it, he could feel the power it wielded. It was a mighty weapon, one that could help him significantly with his crusade, as well as when he was with Jordan. He could feel this staff wouldn't let any harm come to her, and with his own heart, knowing he would do anything to protect her, the staff accepted him.
“Do you think you'll be able to use it?” Jordan spoke after some minutes passed.
Anders looked into her eyes, then studied the staff again. “Yes, I think I will,” he said. “It's a powerful staff, but I think it just accepted me, so I'll be able to wield it.” He smiled at her. “Thank you, love. For both the key and the staff.”
Jordan's heart fluttered at the word love. “You're welcome.”
“Now, the next thing is...” he said, putting the staff down. “Is what we're going to do about the others.”
“What about them?”
“You know their going to want details about us. Especially Varric.” Anders rolled his eyes and smiled. Jordan did the same. That dwarf just had to know everything.
“I say we just tell them and get it over with. And as for Varric, tell him as much or as little as you want. I don't care. Because you know what he doesn't get, he'll just make up.”
“That's true,” Anders chuckled. He then grabbed her around the waist and dipped her, making Jordan nearly scream. “But I think there might be somethings we should keep behind closed doors.”
“Oh? Like what?” Jordan smirked as she gazed into his lustful eyes.
“Like what I'm about ready to do to you.” He kissed her soft and lifted her back up slightly. He kept one hand at the small of her back to keep her from falling. The other went to her front and started opening her robe. Jordan sighed into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back. She let him open her robe all the way, his hand exploring her skin, sending tingles throughout her whole body. It was blissful, and she knew she would never get tired of it.

Paraphrasing from Dragon Age 2
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