6. Forehead kisses, for Rowan and Morrigan?
Thanks so much! Context (and light fic spoilers): Rowan meets Morrigan at Skyhold after the events the main game.
“Are you happy?”
He smirks. “Such a question. Your naked and on top of me and you ask what’s the most obvious thing in the world. Of course.”
She matches his smirk with one of her own, and he tucks a wayward lock of jet black hair away from her face. It came undone when she rode him, falling from it’s haphazard bun. He likes to see it fall, likes to thread his fingers through it as her silver and gold around her neck and wrists glints and chills his fevered skin as she touches him. He's memorized every detail of her to remember when he's away. Everything from the plum of her lips to the berry taste.
Reunited. They’ve basked in it. They’ll bask more, and more. All later though. For now, he only wants to hold her. Hold and just be. But there is something else.
“Rowan--”
He sighs. He knows that expression she wears, wishing the satisfied smirk was back. “Later,” he says. “We’ll talk about later."
"Do you swear?"
He nods. "I swear. Later."
Once he hated that word, later. Constantly she would say it in their early days. We’ll talk about it later. Later, later, later, and Rowan sometimes believe it would never come. Yet already in a sweet later, together after parting in the might of the Inquisition and he throws it back at her. Later. It’s turned from a thought to a promise.
“Alright,” she says, knowing it, and she leans down, her lips soft against his forehead, and then his cheek, and then the corner of his mouth before they kiss softly. They’re not afraid of futures anymore. They came back once, and then again now. Later is still a promise.
Later is now, Rowan bringing her to her back against the tiny bed she sleeps in above the Inquisition’s garden. But they’ve made do in tents and against grass, and once a boat along Lake Calenhad. Later they’ll have a grand expansive bed, and Kieran will likely come and knock on their door, and they’ll scramble to dress before they let him in and they all fall asleep together. Promises, futures. Later is s till a promise. They fall in love with the now.