44. Tentative kisses given in the dark, for Handers?
Thank you for this opportunity to write some utterly self indulgent fluff š
Anders knew that of course. Heād spent too many nights being dragged around Kirkwall and the Free Marches - not to mention the blighted Deep Roads - with Hawke not to. But it was different listening with Hawke beside him, their clothes still strewn across the floor where they had been discarded earlier.
Lying in the dark, he couldnāt keep the smile from creeping across his face.
Three years heād been dreaming of Hawke. Three years of watching, imagining what it would be like to kiss him, to be in his arms, feeling guilty every time he dared to hope that Hawke could return even some of his feelings. He hardly dared to dream that they could be happy, but it had been a long time since he had felt as happy as he did now.
He was sure it wouldnāt last but that didnāt mean he couldnāt hold onto this moment, and even the lingering disapproval emanating from Justice wasn't enough to lessen how he felt.
Suddenly overwhelmed by the feelings, Anders curled in on himself slightly, replaying the events of the day in his mind, over and over. Hawkeās words when he finally admitted his feelings, that first kiss. The relief of finding Hawkeās door open. The feeling of Hawke under his lips, his hands, his body, touching every part of him.
Distracted by his thoughts, he didnāt realise Hawkeās snoring had stopped until a hand brushed his arm, startling both him and Justice alike.
āI canāt even see you properly and I can tell you're overthinking something,ā Hawke said. His voice was rough, still adjusting to being newly awake. āWhatās on your mind?ā
āYou are,ā he replied as Hawke nuzzled against the back of his neck. One of his impressive arms - arms Anders had recently become much better acquainted with - moved to rest haphazardly over Anders. He twisted, turning his head to face Hawke as best he could, eyes straining to make out any features in the dark.
Tentatively, nervous to ruin the moment, he brushed his lips against Hawkeās. Then he did it again, holding the kiss slightly longer, revelling at the simple fact that he was kissing Hawke. He had spent the night with Hawke, learned so many new things about his body, and was here in Hawkeās arms, in Hawkeās bed, with Hawke.
āI keep expecting to wake up, realise this was all a dream,ā he said, reaching for one more hesitant kiss. Behind him, Hawke chuckled.
āYou are a bit of a dream come true,ā he said and Anders felt his insides melt, just a little. āSpeaking of dreams thoughā¦ā. The sentence trailed off as Hawke yawned.
āPromise me youāll be here when I wake up?ā
āI promise,ā Anders said, knowing that he would do anything in his power to keep that promise.
It wasnāt long until Hawke was snoring gently in his ear again, warm against his back. It took Anders much longer to fall asleep, but for once, he didnāt have to lie awake dreaming of Hawke, and that made it much easier to finally drift away.
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