"Yes."
Varric stared at Cassandra, mouth agape.
"Did you say yes?" He managed, around a sudden dryness in his throat.
"I do not wish to repeat myself, Varric," Cassandra said sternly, mirth glinting in her eyes.
"Even if I ask nicely?" Varric wheedled, tangling her fingers in his.
Cassandra smiled, in the full blown unabashed way he loved to watch. Her smile lit up a room, sent warmth coursing through his veins.
"Even if you beg," Cassandra smirked.
The shock was beginning to wear off, and Varric felt himself smiling back, a huge face splitting grin that threatened to crack his head in two. Cassandra wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, warm and callused. Leaning in, Varric pressed his lips against hers, trying to smile and kiss her at the same time.
"You're a hard woman, Seeker," Varric said against her skin, nuzzling against Cassandra's neck, letting the smell of her invade his senses.
"You love me anyways," Cassandra teased.
"I do," Varric agreed.