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[[Backthreading nsfw romantic history post for [livejournal.com profile] birdhousesoul. Set not long after they hook up, before All That Remains]]



Hawke falls back on the bed, sweat sticking her hair to her forehead, skin flushed. It's the middle of the night, but the fire in the fireplace still burns enough to cast more light than shadows on her skin, and on the skin of the man next to her. "That was amazing." Still breathing hard, she smiles brilliantly at him, then decides that's not enough and rolls towards him for another kiss. She can't seem to stop kissing him now that she's finally able to. Not that she's tried hard to resist the urge for the past...week, maybe two weeks? It seems longer, and not long enough. "Andraste's flaming pyre, Anders, where'd you learn to do all this?"

Date: 2011-12-29 07:51 pm (UTC)
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Now that Anders hears the details, the mental image is considerably less exciting than he would have expected. "Like a naughty sort of obstacle course," he muses. "In the mud. In Ferelden." He's well acquainted with Fereldan mud. It holds no sensual appeal. "You're only confirming my deepest suspicions about female rogues, you do realize. Intensive training in the erotic arts, with the end goal to sweep all categories in the triathlon of lockpicking, trap-springing, and the Orlesian kiss."

Date: 2011-12-30 07:40 am (UTC)
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"I'm afraid the last thing I think of after finishing off a sortie is grappling against trees," says Anders, bemused. "There's usually lots of other people's blood, which is not sexy, or darkspawn blood, which is even less sexy. Aside from any bleeding your allies are doing, of course, but that's the healer's problem, I suppose." He tries to imagine being a rogue, a female rogue (that is important; it might be different for women, and this story is about women), who does not have to worry about healing anyone, and who may be inspired to fierce arousal by a light rain of darkspawn blood. The closest he can imagine is Sigrun, but he thinks Sigrun would laugh at the idea. Sigrun would point out that trees have scratchy bark.

Sigrun might not find all the blood excessively offputting, though. She was always very practical.

Why is he thinking about Sigrun, again? And why is he imagining Velanna trying to convince her that trees are sexy? Crazy Dalish woman. Velanna would be into trees.

Focus, Anders. "Well, anyhow, her lessons must have stood you in good stead, where all the lockpicking and rogue things are concerned. You're brilliant at it." Compliment the lady! Do not breathe a word about dwarf-on-elf-on-tree action!

Date: 2011-12-31 07:45 pm (UTC)
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Ostagar, he knows, and will not ask about. He opts to make her laugh instead. "Casual friends passing time," he repeats, mock-skeptical. "With half the Coterie panting after you, and the entire staff of the Blooming Rose, I'm sure. A paragon of chastity, yes, because you knew you were going to meet me in a few months' time, and no woman can resist the prospect of a possessed Grey Warden who really knows his way around the Deep Roads." He makes Deep Roads an innuendo. He also pinches her bottom as he says it.

Date: 2012-01-01 06:23 am (UTC)
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"I didn't say the entire city," protests Anders, who is perhaps unwittingly giving her a reason to smirk, as those suggestive movements have their inevitable effect. "I only implied most of the city. Far be it from me to spoil the end of any story, especially one so sweetly told. Hereafter I shall listen most intently. What about this terrible, yearning, unrequited crush, and leading me on with tales, and ... the rest of that part?" She's taking unfair advantage, really, dulling his wit with her charms, what is that, some kind of rogue thing? What name does that technique get, and how many trees got their bark all abraded in the teaching of it?

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