Hello! If you're still doing the kiss prompts, could you write 9 for fenhawke. Thank you, you're writing is wonderful btw
“I can’t believe you’re reading that.”
“I promised to,” Hawke said. He didn’t lift his eyes fromthe thick sheaf of paper before him, even when Fenris gave a heavy sigh.
“Hawke,” Fenris said. “He’s going to have a new versionwritten in a week, I guarantee it.”
“Well,” Hawke said, “I promised to read this version, so…”
Fenris threw himself back into his chair, almost petulant.Hawke had known his lover wouldn’t like him reading Anders’s manifesto, but hehadn’t expected a reaction like this. It was endearing, and amusing, and Hawkewas tempted to put the paper away for another time, except he had already putoff reading for a week, and Anders would be asking. The blond had been sogloomy lately, and Hawke was hoping reading the manifesto would help.
“Why are you taking notes?” Fenris asked.
“So Anders and I can discuss his points later,” Hawkeanswered. He jotted down another thought. Fenris made an irritated noise, notunlike an offended cat. Hawke suppressed a smile.
The next two pages passed in silence. Hawke wondered ifFenris had fallen asleep, or grown so annoyed he decided it was better toleave.
He was surprised, then, when the elf’s arms came twiningaround his shoulders from behind. He felt his slender chest against his back,his breath against his ear. “ ‘And for the egregious error of the Chantry’shubris, there can be only one response,’ “ he read out loud, slowly anddeliberately, then turned his face toward Hawke’s ear, and mimicked a snore.
Hawke chuckled. “The sooner I finish, the sooner I’m allyours.”
“You’re already mine,” Fenris said. “And I’d wager I canprove it.”
“I’m not arguing the point,” Hawke said.
Fenris made a humming sound. He took Hawke’s earlobe betweenhis teeth and tugged, teasing. He kissed his neck. His hands slid into the mage’sopen shirt. Hawke found himself angling his head back, giving Fenris more ofhis neck and throat.
“You’re terrible,” Hawke told him, and Fenris hummed again,and put a hand on Hawke’s forehead to bring his head back farther. He kissedhis lips, softly, from upsidedown.
“Come to bed with me,” Fenris said. “Finish that later. Iwant you now.”
Hawke put down his pen, and reached for him, pulling himback for another kiss.
