Back home in Highever
It was late when they got back home, everyone worn out from the long trip. Elayne headed to their room as Hawke looked in on his family. The girls were sleeping, Carver was out somewhere, and Leandra and Bethany were still up, talking. He sat down with them, asking how everyone was and gave them their gifts. After making sure everything was okay, he headed upstairs to Elayne. He could feel her discomfort, why Bryce insisted on riding the whole way through, Hawke didn't understand, but he hated her feeling this way. When he went into the room, she was struggling with removing her clothes. He went over helping her, "Hawke," she whimpered as he removed the last of her clothing, "I ache."
"It's ok, my love, I'll take it away."
Halfway through his massage, Elayne fell asleep. He finished working on her legs, then put her under the blankets, she had barely stirred. He laid there watching her sleep, looking at how beautiful she was. The way the moon came into the window, reflecting down, cast an ethereal glow on her. He cupped his hand to the side of her face, leaned down, and lightly touching his lips with hers, "I love you, angel," he whispered.
He walked out to the balcony, reflecting on everything that had happened the last couple of days. He was glad they were away from that city, always having to be on his guard. The bloody Queen. Why was she doing this? He was a nobody. She couldn't get anything out of him. He pushed those thoughts from his mind. She wasn't even worth his time. There had been rumors that the city elves were dissatisfied. The poor section was in turmoil.
He felt Elayne stirring in his head, "Hawke, come to bed, baby, quit thinking so much, your thoughts are invading my sweet dreams of us."
Chuckling, he turned back into the room and laid down beside her. "As you wish my beautiful angel," pulling her close to him as he closed his eyes.
He woke up suddenly, his mind connected with hers, his body hard with an insatiable hunger running through him for her. He ran his hand through her hair, pushing it back from her face, gazing down at her. She was in a deep sleep dreaming about them. He watched as her hands started moving along her body, up to her breasts. She let out a moan of pleasure as they rubbed up against her nipples. She was dreaming of his mouth and hands teasing and pulling them.
Deciding to play along with her dream, he buried his mind with her and brought her dream to life. He put his mouth on her breast while sliding a hand between her legs, following along her dream. She bucked her hips up, meeting his hand as his fingers plunged deep inside her. He felt her tighten, her body exploding on his fingers. He kept sliding in and out of her until he felt her reaching another climax. Removing his hand, he replaced it with his mouth. She gasped, her hips shot straight up as her hands pushed his head down. He buried his tongue in her, tasting her sweet nectar as she once again exploded.
His mind still in hers, following along with her dream, he brought her over the edge again. He lifted his mouth off her and slid up her body, burying himself in her. She gasped, her eyes shot open as he took her mouth with his, feeling her coming out of her dream. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, raising her hips to his burying him deeper inside her.
She laid her head on his chest while his hand slid up and down her back. "Now, that's a way to wake. One minute, I'm dreaming of you inside me, and I wake up to you buried inside me." She cooed as she stretched herself on him, "That was a delicious dream come true, baby." she purred.
He looked down at her, pulled her up, putting his lips to her ear, "sweetheart, I look forward to making all your dreams come true," he whispered before taking her mouth with his. She moaned as her hips started sliding up down him, feeling him still hard in her.
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Elayne's mind was in Hawke's as she watched and felt him go through his sword forms. This was another form of her training from him. She was supposed to follow along with him with her own practice sword. He was patient with her as he walked her through each form. "Elayne, you're holding your hand wrong on the hilt."
Suddenly, she snapped as she threw the sword down and stomped towards him. "Now listen here, Arik Hawke," she stabbed a finger on his chest, "we've been at this for two days since we came back. I am tired, I'm sore, and I've had it with you, and you're damn training for today. And stay out of my head." She stormed away from him, heading inside the Castle. She went upstairs to their room, threw off her clothes, and went and started a bath. Once it was warm enough, she lowered her body into the bubbly water. She sighed as the heat of the water started relaxing her muscles. She submerged herself completely under the water, letting the stress, aches, and pains soak away.
Finally, she raised her head up out of the water, feeling somewhat better. After scrubbing her body down, she stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. She turned around and saw him standing in the doorway watching her.
"Hawke," she whispered, breaking down in tears, her heartbreaking as she remembered yelling at him earlier, "I'm so sorry." She cried against his chest as he came hurrying to her and scooping her up in his arms. He carried her to the couch and sat down with her cradled in his lap.
"Baby, it's ok, angel," he said gently, soothingly while stroking her hair. She started crying harder.
Finally, her body exhausted and unable to cry anymore. She lifted her head up when she felt his lips on her forehead. She looked up at him through lashes wet with her tears. She put her hand on his cheek, "thank you, Hawke. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
His thumb wiped her tears away, "it's ok, princess. I didn't mean to push you so hard. I know you have a lot on your mind and with practicing with the soldiers every day and my training on top of it. If you want, we can stop the personal training for a while."
"No, Hawke, I don't want to stop, but maybe we can train with the soldiers every other day?" She said the last part in question.
"I'd rather you quit training with them for now, but you were adamant about it. If you want it every other day, then that's the way it'll be until you say otherwise."
"Thank you, Hawke," she said absently as her hand went into his shirt, his skin hot under her touch. That heat went through her hand, becoming molten as it rushed down her. She gasped as it hit her core, making her wet. Readjusting herself on his lap, she ripped his shirt open, exposing his upper torso to her. She felt his powerful muscles under her hands as they roamed over him. Her eyes on his, she flicked her tongue on his nipple, watching the hunger intensifying.
She realized he was allowing her to be in charge when her mind went into his. Grinning up at him, her mouth covered his nipple while her hand went to him between his legs. She started rubbing him through his pants, but that wasn't enough. She had to feel him. She unbuttoned his pants, exposing his hard, thick shaft, and she got down on the ground between his legs, pulling his pants off.
She positioned herself so she could look into his eyes, her tongue flicked over the head of his shaft as she gripped him in her hand. Her mouth went over him, and his eyes became predatory as she started sliding up and down him, his hips coming up meeting her. She heard him moan, and he thickened around her mouth. His hands went to her head, he thrust faster into her, throwing back his head, he growled, with one final thrust, he exploded in her mouth. She milked him with her mouth, getting every drop of him.
