Re: A Little White Lie (8/?)
anonymous
May 8 2011, 19:52:47 UTC
Hawke smiled and started towards him. Realizing he was just standing there, staring at her like an idiot, he raised a hand in greeting and went to meet her.
“Hawke,” he said in greeting. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today. I hope nothing is wrong?” Stupid, stupid. Now she would think he didn’t want to see her.
“No, everything is fine. I...wanted to give you something.” She reached for her back and removed a mahogany wood staff. As focused as he’d been on admiring her face, he hadn’t even noticed it there.
“You got me a staff?” Anders was shocked--and touched--that she’d thought of him.
She smiled. “Well, you’re no good to me without a decent weapon.”
Her tone encouraged him. She sounded light and unrestrained, and her smile was open. He found himself smiling back.
He took the staff, his hand brushing against hers and sending a little thrill through him. It was polished mahogany, carved in beautiful, intricate detail at the top. He could feel the energy in it when he touched it. Strong, healing energy.
“This is too much,” he murmured. “You shouldn’t have done this, Hawke. I know how much you need the money for your expedition.”
“I can make more money.”
She was dismissing it too easily. “Hawke. I understand what this expedition means for you. It’s your key to keeping your sister safe.”
Anders knew how important Bethany was to Hawke. He saw the protective way she watched her sister, the frightened look in her eyes whenever Bethany got injured, the fiercely determined set of her jaw whenever a Templar’s gaze might linger on her. Bethany was the luckiest mage in Thedas, as far as he was concerned.
“Nothing will happen to Bethany on my watch.” Hawke grinned. “Just take the staff. And maybe a ‘thank you’ would be nice.”
Something had definitely changed--and for the better. Anders couldn’t remember the last time Hawke had smiled so freely at him. If she ever had.
“Thank you,” Anders said simply. “It means a lot.”
Hawke looked at the floor.
Inwardly, Anders panicked. What had he done wrong to break this sudden and unexpected camaraderie?
“Anders,” Hawke said, avoiding his eyes, “can I ask you something?”
“Of course you can. Is--is this about Justice?”
“No. I was wondering--is it true that Karl was your lover?”
Anders felt his heart sink into his shoes. “You know about that?”
He hadn’t been trying to keep it a secret. He was planning to tell her. But he’d been...apprehensive. What if she took it badly that he’d been involved with men? He knew from experience that many women didn’t respond well to that kind of thing.
It shouldn’t matter how she reacted. There was no future for them. But still...he just hadn’t been able to tell her yet.
“Isabela told me,” Hawke said.
Anders mentally cursed Isabela and her big mouth to the Void.
“Yes,” Anders said. “Yes, it’s true.”
Hawke bit her bottom lip. “Why didn’t you tell me? If I had known...”
“I’m sorry,” Anders said. “I wanted to tell you myself. It’s just...I was afraid...”
She shook her head and gave him a sad smile. “It’s okay, Anders. I don’t mind. It doesn’t bother me.”
“Really?” Anders examined her face, looking for some sign of what she was thinking. “You’re okay with it?”
“Of course I am. Don’t be silly. I just--” She stopped.
“Just...what?”
“I wish I’d known sooner. Maker, it’s hard enough to lose a friend like that. But a lover...” She took his hand, and a jolt of electricity went through him.
“Thank you,” Anders murmured. “We hadn’t been together for some time. But it means a lot to me to know you care. You’re a better friend than I deserve.”
For a moment they stood there, looking at each other. Then Hawke leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
Anders was stunned.
“I should go,” she said. “Before it gets dark. Mother worries, you know. But if you need anything, you just have to ask. I’m here for you.”
“Thank you,” Anders said again, still dazed.
Hawke flashed a smile at him, and then she was gone.
Anders raised his hand and touched it to his cheek.
Re: A Little White Lie (9/?)
anonymous
May 8 2011, 20:01:59 UTC
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Hawke replayed the conversation in her head as she walked home.
I was wondering--is it true that Karl was your lover?
....Yes. Yes, it’s true.
Why didn’t you tell me? If I had known...
I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you myself. It’s just...I was afraid...
He was afraid that she would be humiliated at having thrown herself at a man who wasn’t interested in women. She understood.
She hoped she’d been gracious about it. He didn’t need to know that her heart was breaking. How silly, falling for a man who preferred the company of other men. She felt like a complete fool.
Feet heavy, Hawke trudged up the steps to her uncle’s house and pushed open the door.
Bethany was sitting at the desk with a book. She looked up when Hawke came in.
“You saw him? What did he say?”
Hawke smiled wryly. “It’s true.”
Bethany let out a breath. “I’m sorry, Sister. I shouldn’t have pushed you towards him.”
“It’s okay, Beth. You couldn’t have known.”
“Are you...how are you holding up?”
“I’m all right. It’s probably for the best. We were never going to happen anyway. Now...I can focus on being a good friend to him.”
“I know that won’t be a problem for you,” Bethany said. “He does like you, you know. And he is lonely. I think a good friend is exactly what he needs.”
Hawke hugged Bethany back. “That’s good,” she said. “I know how to be a friend.”
Re: A Little White Lie (10/?)
anonymous
May 13 2011, 16:55:54 UTC
Bethany hated the blasted mountains.
She would never say anything, of course. What they were doing was important. Saemus Dumar’s life hung in the balance. And less importantly, though still very important to Bethany, getting in the viscount’s good graces would give her mother a much better shot at reclaiming the family’s estate.
No, she wouldn’t complain, but Maker’s teeth, her feet were killing her. There was only so much uphill trudging a girl could take.
Hawke and Anders, for their part, didn’t even seem to notice. They were too absorbed in their conversation. Bethany had fallen too far behind to hear them anymore, but she could see the mischievous twinkle in her sister’s eye when she turned to look at the mage. Every so often, Autumn would put a hand on Anders’s arm or bump shoulders with him playfully. Now it was Anders who kept turning interesting shades of red.
Well, at least one good thing came out of this trek. It was almost worth it to watch her sister so at ease with a man.
Isabela sidled up next to Bethany. “I think they may have forgotten all about poor Saemus,” she said. “You and I had better keep an eye out. I think Anders and your dear sister might just walk right over him without even noticing.”
Bethany knew her sister was more capable than that, but she laughed anyway. “Who would have thought that all Autumn needed to become the perfect flirt was to believe she didn’t have a chance?” she mused.
“I would have, kitten. And I was right, too. I told you we did the right thing. Sometimes all it takes is a little white lie.”
Re: A Little White Lie (11/?)
anonymous
May 13 2011, 17:03:40 UTC
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It was getting late, but Hawke kept the party pressing onwards down the coast. She didn’t know where exactly Saemus might be, but she knew that time was of the essence. A minute too late might mean the difference between finding him alive or finding him dead--either by the Qunari’s hand or the Winters’.
But when the sun began to dip very low in the sky, and her party was visibly sagging, Hawke knew she couldn’t put it off anymore. “We’d better make camp before we lose all the light,” she said with a sigh.
She was met with audible groans of relief. “About time,” Isabela said, throwing herself down on a rock. “You’re such a slave driver.”
Hawke grinned at her. “And I’m not done yet. Get up, lazybones. We’ve got tents to set up.”
In the end, though, they agreed the tents would be unnecessary on such a clear, warm night and settled for building a campfire. Hawke had brought some provisions, and Bethany cooked a stew over the flames while the others staked out the area to make sure it was safe.
As the last of the sun’s rays began to disappear behind the horizon, they all sat down to eat. Anders took a seat very near Hawke.
Hawke had to admit she was happy. Happier than she’d been in a long time. Her feelings for Anders hadn’t lessened, but then, she didn’t expect them to. It didn’t really matter. She got to be with him all the time. He was kind and sweet, and he looked out for her. Hawke thought, all things considered, that wasn’t a bad deal.
She knew it wasn’t a good idea to think that way, that in the end it would just get her hurt, but she couldn’t help it. If Anders knew that she was secretly still lusting after him, she was sure he’d be horrified. Luckily, she didn’t intend for him to find out.
“Is that all you’re eating?” Anders peered over at her bowl. “Maker’s breath, woman. We’ve been tramping along the coast all day. How are you not starving?”
Hawke frowned. “I’ve got plenty. How much do you expect I can eat?”
“You’ve got to keep your strength up. It’s looking like another long day of walking tomorrow. If you collapse from sheer lack of energy, don’t expect me to heal you.”
“You’ll heal me. What do you think I keep you around for?”
“For my rugged good looks, of course.”
“That, and apparently I need someone to mother me when my actual mother’s not around.” She glanced at Anders’s food. “Andraste’s flaming knickers, Anders. How much food are you eating?”
Anders looked at his fare, then at Hawke. “What?” he said defensively.
“Is that a whole loaf of bread?”
“It...might be.”
“Where do you put it in that skinny body of yours?”
Anders’s cheeks were tinged with pink. “It’s a Grey Warden thing.”
“Of course it is.”
He was definitely blushing. How cute. “And how many Grey Wardens have you known?”
“You expect me to believe all Grey Wardens gorge themselves like this?”
He smirked. “Where do you think the fabled Grey Warden stamina comes from?”
The thought of Anders’s extraordinary stamina made Hawke a bit hot. She had to force her mind back to the topic at hand. “I don’t know about that,” she teased. “I saw you flagging earlier.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I kept up with you, oh great warrior.”
“You did at that,” Hawke allowed.
The corners of Anders’s eyes crinkled as he glanced sideways at her, a smile playing on his lips.
Hawke’s breath hitched. There was something indescribably suggestive in his gaze. She found herself grateful she was sitting down.
Anders tore off a chunk of bread and held it out to her. “Take it,” he said. “I know you’re holding back to make sure the rest of us have enough.”
Embarrassed, Hawke took the bread from him. How did he always know what she was thinking? She’d been planning to get more after she’d seen everyone else had eaten. “I’m just watching my girlish figure,” she lied, giving him a pointed look. “Something you might want to think about yourself.”
Anders shook his head. “You're killing me here, Autumn,” he said mournfully.
He’d never called her by her first name before.
Hawke hid her grin by taking a bite of bread. Anders didn’t have to know how happy these little moments made her. It was enough that they did.
Re: A Little White Lie (12/?)
anonymous
May 13 2011, 17:07:26 UTC
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When the food was gone and the stars were out, Isabela stood up and stretched.
“Do you mind if I take first watch, then?” she said. “I’m a night owl. Won’t be able to fall asleep for hours yet.”
“That works for me,” Hawke answered. “I’m beat.” She rose from her seat and started removing her heavy plate.
It wasn’t as though she was stripping naked--she was wearing padding and undergarments beneath her armor, of course--but Isabela noticed with satisfaction that Anders couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. As for Hawke, bless her heart, she was completely oblivious.
Isabela couldn’t really blame him for staring. Hawke had the kind of curves that made you want to reach out and touch.
Hawke didn’t stop until she was dressed in nothing but a long, sleeveless undershirt. Then she smiled at Anders and touched his shoulder before climbing into her bedroll.
Isabela glanced at Bethany, who was looking mortified. “I give it a week,” Isabela murmured to her co-conspirator. “Tops.”
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Anders could not sleep.
He would have liked to say it was because he was concerned for the young man they were trying to rescue, or because he was preoccupied with considerations for his clinic, or perhaps because he was plotting ways to improve the mage situation. There was no denying the truth, however. The only thing keeping him awake was the woman asleep in her bedroll just inches away from him.
He hadn’t realized it before, but he had never seen Hawke when she wasn’t covered by heavy armor. He knew she hadn’t meant to be seductive, that she was just getting comfortable for bed, but watching that armor come off had been more alluring than any purposeful striptease.
He hadn’t known a woman could be so soft and hard at the same time. Her body was athletic; sinewy muscle a tantalizing contrast to smooth curves and unbridled femininity. He’d never touched a woman like her before. The women at the Circle were mages--lovely, but unused to physical activity--and the women outside the Circle...had not been like Hawke. He’d never taken a warrior for a lover.
Now she was there, right within his reach, and there was nothing stopping him from stretching out a hand and touching her. Only a blanket and the flimsy cotton of her shift stood between his fingers and her enticing skin. Would she protest, if he were to take her in his arms, drawing her exquisite body close, savoring the feel of her pressed against his chest? Or would she sigh, lips parting invitingly as he claimed them with all the built-up passion he’d been fighting for so long? Would her fingers tangle in his hair, or would they move lower, sliding underneath his clothing to touch his bare skin....
Anders groaned and turned away in frustration. This was shaping up to be the longest night of his life.
He wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard Isabela chuckle.
“Hawke,” he said in greeting. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today. I hope nothing is wrong?” Stupid, stupid. Now she would think he didn’t want to see her.
“No, everything is fine. I...wanted to give you something.” She reached for her back and removed a mahogany wood staff. As focused as he’d been on admiring her face, he hadn’t even noticed it there.
“You got me a staff?” Anders was shocked--and touched--that she’d thought of him.
She smiled. “Well, you’re no good to me without a decent weapon.”
Her tone encouraged him. She sounded light and unrestrained, and her smile was open. He found himself smiling back.
He took the staff, his hand brushing against hers and sending a little thrill through him. It was polished mahogany, carved in beautiful, intricate detail at the top. He could feel the energy in it when he touched it. Strong, healing energy.
“This is too much,” he murmured. “You shouldn’t have done this, Hawke. I know how much you need the money for your expedition.”
“I can make more money.”
She was dismissing it too easily. “Hawke. I understand what this expedition means for you. It’s your key to keeping your sister safe.”
Anders knew how important Bethany was to Hawke. He saw the protective way she watched her sister, the frightened look in her eyes whenever Bethany got injured, the fiercely determined set of her jaw whenever a Templar’s gaze might linger on her. Bethany was the luckiest mage in Thedas, as far as he was concerned.
“Nothing will happen to Bethany on my watch.” Hawke grinned. “Just take the staff. And maybe a ‘thank you’ would be nice.”
Something had definitely changed--and for the better. Anders couldn’t remember the last time Hawke had smiled so freely at him. If she ever had.
“Thank you,” Anders said simply. “It means a lot.”
Hawke looked at the floor.
Inwardly, Anders panicked. What had he done wrong to break this sudden and unexpected camaraderie?
“Anders,” Hawke said, avoiding his eyes, “can I ask you something?”
“Of course you can. Is--is this about Justice?”
“No. I was wondering--is it true that Karl was your lover?”
Anders felt his heart sink into his shoes. “You know about that?”
He hadn’t been trying to keep it a secret. He was planning to tell her. But he’d been...apprehensive. What if she took it badly that he’d been involved with men? He knew from experience that many women didn’t respond well to that kind of thing.
It shouldn’t matter how she reacted. There was no future for them. But still...he just hadn’t been able to tell her yet.
“Isabela told me,” Hawke said.
Anders mentally cursed Isabela and her big mouth to the Void.
“Yes,” Anders said. “Yes, it’s true.”
Hawke bit her bottom lip. “Why didn’t you tell me? If I had known...”
“I’m sorry,” Anders said. “I wanted to tell you myself. It’s just...I was afraid...”
She shook her head and gave him a sad smile. “It’s okay, Anders. I don’t mind. It doesn’t bother me.”
“Really?” Anders examined her face, looking for some sign of what she was thinking. “You’re okay with it?”
“Of course I am. Don’t be silly. I just--” She stopped.
“Just...what?”
“I wish I’d known sooner. Maker, it’s hard enough to lose a friend like that. But a lover...” She took his hand, and a jolt of electricity went through him.
“Thank you,” Anders murmured. “We hadn’t been together for some time. But it means a lot to me to know you care. You’re a better friend than I deserve.”
For a moment they stood there, looking at each other. Then Hawke leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
Anders was stunned.
“I should go,” she said. “Before it gets dark. Mother worries, you know. But if you need anything, you just have to ask. I’m here for you.”
“Thank you,” Anders said again, still dazed.
Hawke flashed a smile at him, and then she was gone.
Anders raised his hand and touched it to his cheek.
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Hawke replayed the conversation in her head as she walked home.
I was wondering--is it true that Karl was your lover?
....Yes. Yes, it’s true.
Why didn’t you tell me? If I had known...
I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you myself. It’s just...I was afraid...
He was afraid that she would be humiliated at having thrown herself at a man who wasn’t interested in women. She understood.
She hoped she’d been gracious about it. He didn’t need to know that her heart was breaking. How silly, falling for a man who preferred the company of other men. She felt like a complete fool.
Feet heavy, Hawke trudged up the steps to her uncle’s house and pushed open the door.
Bethany was sitting at the desk with a book. She looked up when Hawke came in.
“You saw him? What did he say?”
Hawke smiled wryly. “It’s true.”
Bethany let out a breath. “I’m sorry, Sister. I shouldn’t have pushed you towards him.”
“It’s okay, Beth. You couldn’t have known.”
“Are you...how are you holding up?”
“I’m all right. It’s probably for the best. We were never going to happen anyway. Now...I can focus on being a good friend to him.”
“I know that won’t be a problem for you,” Bethany said. “He does like you, you know. And he is lonely. I think a good friend is exactly what he needs.”
Hawke hugged Bethany back. “That’s good,” she said. “I know how to be a friend.”
“Yes,” Bethany said. “I know.”
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At least she'll get her own happy ending
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But it will be okay! They really do love each other!
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I can totally see Hawke singing this, poor girl ; 3 ;
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Working on getting the next update out as soon as possible! Thanks to all you anons for the encouragement!
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She would never say anything, of course. What they were doing was important. Saemus Dumar’s life hung in the balance. And less importantly, though still very important to Bethany, getting in the viscount’s good graces would give her mother a much better shot at reclaiming the family’s estate.
No, she wouldn’t complain, but Maker’s teeth, her feet were killing her. There was only so much uphill trudging a girl could take.
Hawke and Anders, for their part, didn’t even seem to notice. They were too absorbed in their conversation. Bethany had fallen too far behind to hear them anymore, but she could see the mischievous twinkle in her sister’s eye when she turned to look at the mage. Every so often, Autumn would put a hand on Anders’s arm or bump shoulders with him playfully. Now it was Anders who kept turning interesting shades of red.
Well, at least one good thing came out of this trek. It was almost worth it to watch her sister so at ease with a man.
Isabela sidled up next to Bethany. “I think they may have forgotten all about poor Saemus,” she said. “You and I had better keep an eye out. I think Anders and your dear sister might just walk right over him without even noticing.”
Bethany knew her sister was more capable than that, but she laughed anyway. “Who would have thought that all Autumn needed to become the perfect flirt was to believe she didn’t have a chance?” she mused.
“I would have, kitten. And I was right, too. I told you we did the right thing. Sometimes all it takes is a little white lie.”
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It was getting late, but Hawke kept the party pressing onwards down the coast. She didn’t know where exactly Saemus might be, but she knew that time was of the essence. A minute too late might mean the difference between finding him alive or finding him dead--either by the Qunari’s hand or the Winters’.
But when the sun began to dip very low in the sky, and her party was visibly sagging, Hawke knew she couldn’t put it off anymore. “We’d better make camp before we lose all the light,” she said with a sigh.
She was met with audible groans of relief. “About time,” Isabela said, throwing herself down on a rock. “You’re such a slave driver.”
Hawke grinned at her. “And I’m not done yet. Get up, lazybones. We’ve got tents to set up.”
In the end, though, they agreed the tents would be unnecessary on such a clear, warm night and settled for building a campfire. Hawke had brought some provisions, and Bethany cooked a stew over the flames while the others staked out the area to make sure it was safe.
As the last of the sun’s rays began to disappear behind the horizon, they all sat down to eat. Anders took a seat very near Hawke.
Hawke had to admit she was happy. Happier than she’d been in a long time. Her feelings for Anders hadn’t lessened, but then, she didn’t expect them to. It didn’t really matter. She got to be with him all the time. He was kind and sweet, and he looked out for her. Hawke thought, all things considered, that wasn’t a bad deal.
She knew it wasn’t a good idea to think that way, that in the end it would just get her hurt, but she couldn’t help it. If Anders knew that she was secretly still lusting after him, she was sure he’d be horrified. Luckily, she didn’t intend for him to find out.
“Is that all you’re eating?” Anders peered over at her bowl. “Maker’s breath, woman. We’ve been tramping along the coast all day. How are you not starving?”
Hawke frowned. “I’ve got plenty. How much do you expect I can eat?”
“You’ve got to keep your strength up. It’s looking like another long day of walking tomorrow. If you collapse from sheer lack of energy, don’t expect me to heal you.”
“You’ll heal me. What do you think I keep you around for?”
“For my rugged good looks, of course.”
“That, and apparently I need someone to mother me when my actual mother’s not around.” She glanced at Anders’s food. “Andraste’s flaming knickers, Anders. How much food are you eating?”
Anders looked at his fare, then at Hawke. “What?” he said defensively.
“Is that a whole loaf of bread?”
“It...might be.”
“Where do you put it in that skinny body of yours?”
Anders’s cheeks were tinged with pink. “It’s a Grey Warden thing.”
“Of course it is.”
He was definitely blushing. How cute. “And how many Grey Wardens have you known?”
“You expect me to believe all Grey Wardens gorge themselves like this?”
He smirked. “Where do you think the fabled Grey Warden stamina comes from?”
The thought of Anders’s extraordinary stamina made Hawke a bit hot. She had to force her mind back to the topic at hand. “I don’t know about that,” she teased. “I saw you flagging earlier.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I kept up with you, oh great warrior.”
“You did at that,” Hawke allowed.
The corners of Anders’s eyes crinkled as he glanced sideways at her, a smile playing on his lips.
Hawke’s breath hitched. There was something indescribably suggestive in his gaze. She found herself grateful she was sitting down.
Anders tore off a chunk of bread and held it out to her. “Take it,” he said. “I know you’re holding back to make sure the rest of us have enough.”
Embarrassed, Hawke took the bread from him. How did he always know what she was thinking? She’d been planning to get more after she’d seen everyone else had eaten. “I’m just watching my girlish figure,” she lied, giving him a pointed look. “Something you might want to think about yourself.”
Anders shook his head. “You're killing me here, Autumn,” he said mournfully.
He’d never called her by her first name before.
Hawke hid her grin by taking a bite of bread. Anders didn’t have to know how happy these little moments made her. It was enough that they did.
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When the food was gone and the stars were out, Isabela stood up and stretched.
“Do you mind if I take first watch, then?” she said. “I’m a night owl. Won’t be able to fall asleep for hours yet.”
“That works for me,” Hawke answered. “I’m beat.” She rose from her seat and started removing her heavy plate.
It wasn’t as though she was stripping naked--she was wearing padding and undergarments beneath her armor, of course--but Isabela noticed with satisfaction that Anders couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. As for Hawke, bless her heart, she was completely oblivious.
Isabela couldn’t really blame him for staring. Hawke had the kind of curves that made you want to reach out and touch.
Hawke didn’t stop until she was dressed in nothing but a long, sleeveless undershirt. Then she smiled at Anders and touched his shoulder before climbing into her bedroll.
Isabela glanced at Bethany, who was looking mortified. “I give it a week,” Isabela murmured to her co-conspirator. “Tops.”
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Anders could not sleep.
He would have liked to say it was because he was concerned for the young man they were trying to rescue, or because he was preoccupied with considerations for his clinic, or perhaps because he was plotting ways to improve the mage situation. There was no denying the truth, however. The only thing keeping him awake was the woman asleep in her bedroll just inches away from him.
He hadn’t realized it before, but he had never seen Hawke when she wasn’t covered by heavy armor. He knew she hadn’t meant to be seductive, that she was just getting comfortable for bed, but watching that armor come off had been more alluring than any purposeful striptease.
He hadn’t known a woman could be so soft and hard at the same time. Her body was athletic; sinewy muscle a tantalizing contrast to smooth curves and unbridled femininity. He’d never touched a woman like her before. The women at the Circle were mages--lovely, but unused to physical activity--and the women outside the Circle...had not been like Hawke. He’d never taken a warrior for a lover.
Now she was there, right within his reach, and there was nothing stopping him from stretching out a hand and touching her. Only a blanket and the flimsy cotton of her shift stood between his fingers and her enticing skin. Would she protest, if he were to take her in his arms, drawing her exquisite body close, savoring the feel of her pressed against his chest? Or would she sigh, lips parting invitingly as he claimed them with all the built-up passion he’d been fighting for so long? Would her fingers tangle in his hair, or would they move lower, sliding underneath his clothing to touch his bare skin....
Anders groaned and turned away in frustration. This was shaping up to be the longest night of his life.
He wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard Isabela chuckle.
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"he wasn't sure, but he thought he heard Isabela chuckle."
priceless!Loving the story so far!!
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