Hawke does laugh, and rolls herself back on top of him, crossing her arms on his chest and resting her head on them. "Honestly, you make it sound as though everyone in Kirkwall has been secretly pining for me. Just because you were and not letting yourself act on it doesn't mean the entire blighted city was." She deliberately glosses over her one and only trip to the Blooming Rose as an actual patron, though. She wasn't very pleased with herself after that one.
"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 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..."