[[Backthreading nsfw romantic history post for
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?"
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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?"
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Date: 2011-12-29 07:51 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-12-29 10:47 pm (UTC)From:She turns her head to grin ruefully. "It was certainly a rush at the time, but I doubt we made a pretty picture, so I'm afraid your suspicions fall down there. Do you know, she and I never even spoke about it? Not much, at least. It wasn't really about either of us. It was about knowing how to stay alive, in more than one sense."
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Date: 2011-12-30 07:40 am (UTC)From: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!
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Date: 2011-12-31 11:01 am (UTC)From:"But yes, those lessons--the lockpicking and rogue ones, not the ones that involved trees--were the basis for a lot of what I do now. It was a solid grounding in the basics. After that it was mostly a matter of practice and opportunity, and Maker knows I get chances for that here." He gets a quick kiss for the compliment. Too bad she doesn't know what he's really thinking, jokes about wood and unfortunately placed bark would abound. It would unhinge the conversation though, which would probably be a pity.
Though the conversation now goes problematic places, because what had ended her 'relationship' with Lara was Ostagar. Not something Hawke intends to make pillow talk about, to say the least.
He'll fill in the gaps. She sighs and stretches her arms in the air above her chest. "Anyway, after that I came to Kirkwall, and had a charming year of indentured servitude working for smugglers, as you know. It could have been worse, at least most of them had senses of humor." She's pretty sure the mercenaries who were her other option had none. "There was a bit more experience in there, but nothing really noteworthy, to be honest. Casual friends passing time."
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Date: 2011-12-31 07:45 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-01-01 02:50 am (UTC)From:"And you're spoiling the end of the story." She mock-pouts. "I didn't get to the part where I got to lead you on with tales of my terrible yearning unrequited crush on a man who I'd first thought might be another friend to pass time with and then couldn't stop thinking about. Especially at night." She moves suggestively against him, and that pout starts to look rather more like a smirk. "All alone in my cold bed with only my hands and imagination to keep me company..."
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Date: 2012-01-01 06:23 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-01-01 12:37 pm (UTC)From:She stops undulating against him for now, undoes her crossed arms so she can toy with the hair framing his face, looking at that rather than meeting his eyes. It's a pleasure to be able to look at him this closely, from this vantage, to examine minute details such as the curve of his hairline. It's an intimacy she found bemusing with past lovers, and now cherishes. "Well, as I was going to say, all my experiences had still left me fairly heart-whole. One or two brief crushes over the years, particularly when I was younger, but nothing that lasted or was realized. One or two people I know of who were interested in me, but nothing mutual. All my experience was...experience, nothing more."
When she'd been a child, she'd been determined to settle for nothing less than what her parents had, a full, loving partnership. With that example in front of her she couldn't accept less. But then she'd locked the possibility aside when she accepted other responsibilities and concerns, stopped looking, stopped considering it as a possible future.
"And then..." Her eyes crinkle at the edges. "I suddenly found myself just fascinated by this one person I'd met. It started slowly enough, mild interest combined with sympathy and admiration, and then even friendship as we got to know each other better. But all of it shot through, the whole time, with this incredible attraction unlike anything I'd ever felt. Threw me for a loop, I'm afraid. I made a complete idiot of myself, flirting outrageously every chance I could find or make, even when it was thoroughly inappropriate." Her tone is not in the least bit sorry. "Given half a chance I'd have been shameless as a dog in heat, so it's perhaps just as well I wasn't given half a chance. I was completely head over heels."