Hi everyone, I know it's been ages since I updated. The reason being was that I realised I got a lot of things wrong in this story, especially with Dorian's backstory a little. (I've been reading deeply into all the characters backstories... don't know why. I guess I'm obsessed!) So I sort of lost interest in finishing the story, and for that I apologise! I have started writing another story, a Lavellan/Dorian romance if anyone is interested in reading that one. Will be quite different to this story. Would love it if you checked it out :) (A Lavellan Intrigue, on my profile page) And I've put below the last bit I wrote for this story that unfortunately will probably be it for now. (It's not much...) Thank you for all of the wonderful support and reviews, I'm so glad everyone enjoyed it, I had a lot of fun writing it :)

Aden was awake before Dorian. He lay on the bed, staring at the mage, his head reeling with a number of new uncertainties that had crossed his mind since waking. He frowned at the thoughts. Knowing they were ridiculous. And yet… his head kept going back there. Thinking of when Dorian would return to the Imperium.

He'd be surrounded by men like Rilienus that had both their arms. When the scare of Aden's near death experience wore off, would Dorian get bored? Want a whole man? Aden shook his head quickly; that was stupid and irrational. Dorian wasn't like that; he knew that. He loved him.

Aden sat up, looking at his stump again in resigned grief.

"Good morning, Amatus…" Dorian said quietly, looking up at Aden who had not realised the mage had awoken.

Aden looked at him quickly, his cheeks immediately flushing because of the insecurities he'd been thinking of. "Morning," he smiled, swallowing down the feelings.

Dorian frowned. "Something on your mind?" he asked, sitting up so that he could look at Aden directly.

Aden gave a small laugh. "Aside from Solas, my arm, the council and the Inquisition?"

Dorian smiled, "Yes. Aside from all that. Something you don't seem to want to talk about."

"Oh, and you know that by a look do you?" Aden said, dodging the question.

"I'm starting to get more and more certain by the minute," Dorian said, frowning at Aden.

Aden sighed, looking at Dorian. He hesitated for a moment, looking away, then before he could help himself he said, "So you love me…" he glanced at Dorian, his cheeks flushing, "I know that," he continued, "But…what if you…" he broke off, his cheeks glowing now and Dorian raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, I love you," he said in confusion. "There shouldn't be 'what ifs' regarding that."

"It's just…" Aden continued, feeling silly for bringing this up… but unable to stop himself. "I… can't do your favourite…"

"…What?" Dorian said smiling, a light laugh springing to his lips.

Aden frowned his blush growing and he looked down at his one, lonely hand. He huffed, "Your favourite," he repeated again, still not looking at him, "in bed."

Dorian laughed, making Aden scowl further. "Amatus," he said warmly, "is that one of the things you're most concerned about?" he raised his eyebrows when Aden merely frowned further. "You wake up having nearly died, having one arm and one of your first thoughts is about how you'll be one hand down when we have sex?"

"My first thought was about you," growled Aden gruffly, "so my next thoughts were everything concerning you. So yes."

Dorian was smiling a lot now. "If there was anyone that didn't need both of his hands to please me… it's you, Aden," he said, feeling thoroughly amused. "You have… plenty of other things, amatus. That I love. You don't need both hands."

Aden wasn't convinced, he was fiddling with the limp sleeve on his left arm, not looking at Dorian.

Dorian raised his eyebrows. "We'll just have to… have lots of practice," he said slowly, trying to get Aden to smile.

Aden chewed on his lip, frowning down at the bed. Of course Dorian would say that, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get bored down the track. That didn't mean he wouldn't miss what Aden used to do when he had both his hands to work with.

"No?" quipped Dorian lightly when Aden still remained silent. "You don't want to practice?"

Aden sighed, "Of course I want that," he said swiftly, then he looked up, meeting Dorian's gaze and tried to smile, hoping to hide the still remaining insecurities. "Not that I need practice," he added, "I'll just be creative. You'll end up wishing I'd always had one hand."

Dorian smiled slightly, but it was hesitant as he could still hear the uncertainty behind Aden's tone.

Aaand... that's literally all I had written for this chapter. I am SO sorry. I tried for ages to finish it and can't seem to muster up the words. I will still try and finish it, but thought it only fair to let you know that I may not get there... But, I am quite into this other DorianxInq story I'm writing so there will be a fair bit of that if you like it.

Thanks again everyone!