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[[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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"Had more to do with Captain Quackers sounding better than Captain Marian, I think," Hawke is too distracted by his hands pressing onto her back to remember clearly. He has a knack for finding the places where tension collects, for working his way under muscle to chase it down, and holy Maker how has she survived all these years without him to do this? "The map was smeared beyond recognition by the end of the day, and caked with mud besides. As was I." Quite a lot of Hawke's pre-Kirkwall life has involved being caked with mud. At this rate he'll think she has a fetish.

"But I'm getting ahead of myself." She tried to resume her storytelling voice, though it took on a certain purring quality despite her best endeavors. "Captain Quackers and his loyal first mate Marian tracked a long and perilous route through the backyard, over Haystack Mountain, across the Barley Plains, until after a long morning of searching they came to what they sought: the Lost Island of Ismey, in the Forbidden Sea. Which was also the creek near the edge of the village, but nevermind that. And there they found that the dead pirate captain had set up a series of fiendish traps to catch anyone who dared come seeking his treasure."