Chapter 1: " I Really Can't Stay"
Hawke's room had cleared out. Everyone except for a certain white-haired elf had either gone to their homes, or gone to the Hanged Man. Fenris was getting ready to leave, but Hawke was guarding the door for whatever flirtatious reason he had thought up this time. Fenris couldn't lie and say he didn't get nervous when Hawke was this romantic. To see a brute with puppy dog eyes, and a pout on his lips was kind of adorable. The idea of Hawke - a man bigger than life- acting so small and vulnerable to him was just adorable.
" Fenris stay the night. There's free alcohol and warm blankets. " Hawke blocked the door and looked up, directly into the elf's eyes. Fenris was still getting used to Hawke looking at him that way. Slaves never got that kind of respect, slaves were never looked at on eye level, they were always looked down upon. It was sweet that Hawke tried so hard, when he didn't have to.
Still Fenris always found an excuse to go. He was just too scared to love, to be loved. " I really can't stay."
Hawke listened behind the door to the wind and rain. Thinking up an excuse to keep the elf to himself. " Come on Fenris, it's cold outside. " Hawke gave his brightest smile as he stepped into Fenris's space. Trying to provide warmth to prove to Fenris that the night soul be a lot nicer with him then with the cold.
I've got to go away. Fenris thought to himself. He was sure if he said it aloud Hawke would've just made clear how cold it was by pressing his body fully onto Fenris. And Fenris would falter after that.
" Look,... Hawke...this evening has been-. " Fenris smiled trying to hide his deception and let Hawke down easy. He searched for the right word as Hawke made him nervous when he scooted in that way - he was cut short anyway.
Hawke wouldn't let Fenris leave that easy, not this time. " Been hoping that you'd drop in. " Hawke slyly commented before Fenris could finish his sentence.
" So very nice. " Fenris finished his sentence. His hands trying to reach past Hawke to the door knob, making the mistake of touching Hawke. More of a guilty pleasure then a mistake when he thought about it.
Hawke felt a chill graze his side and go down his spine as the elf touched him. Finally. Fenris went for it. Hawke gave a seductive smile. Flashing his pearly white teeth and plumping his lips on purpose as his eyebrow raised." Ah, ah, ah, I'll take your hands." With a new inspiration, Hawke plucked Fenris's hands and caught them before they reached the door. Wrapped them in between his by curling them into fists and he brought them to his lips. " Maker Fenris, they are just like ice. " Hawke kissed the fists to warm them up, then breathed on them and rubbed them with his thumbs to keep them warm. Gazing at green eyes intensely wanting Fenris to stay so he could warm him up properly. Hawke always got this way when Fenris was around him. Fenris knew Hawke was desperately pining after him.
Fenris blushed and his heart beat faster. They were under the door, mistletoe right above them for winter time, Fenris made the mistake of gazing at the plant for too long. Hawke followed the lingering gaze with his own eyes and now knew he had the upper hand. He was staring at the thin, plump, elvhen lips he had been dreaming about. " Fenris,I have to. " Hawke puts his hands on both sides of Fenris's face and brings him to meet lips. Finally kissing the stubborn, adorable,and sexy elf. Hawke tries to make it intimate and romantic despite his heavy lustful motives. His tongue darts out into Fenris's mouth with an eagerness to taste every part of Fenris. He pulls it back when he realizes Fenris doesn't want aggression. The elf had been raped by Danarius too many times, to ever want force again. Hawke realizes this and slows the kiss, takes away the pressure. He gives Fenris all the power when he removes himself and backs up. " I'm sorry, I just had to take the chance."
Fenris is still blushing. He had to catch himself from falling onto Hawke's chest when Hawke moved away. Hawke was wrong the tongue forcing its way into his mouth had been one of the most wonderful things in his life. No slave was ever kissed with passion like that. No slave was ever kissed period. To feel that want from Hawke had Fenris dizzy. If he stayed longer he'd lose himself. Still, why couldn't he have fun like everyone else? Why did he have to be alone this winter? "Garrett." Fenris stammers and grabs Hawke by the collar yanking him in for another kiss. "I'll stay, but Aveline will start to worry." Fenris whispers between needy pecks and clingy hands.
