Fenris sighed as he wrapped his arms tighter around Hawke. The woman he loved had accepted so much of the horrors of his long forgotten past. Yet he had once let her go. It was a mistake that haunted him to this day. It pained as his markings did, striking fear into his core.
What if he lost her?
Hawke stirred slightly, burying herself closer to his chest. Fenris smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. How had he gotten lucky enough to find, as he once put it, such a capable woman?
His thoughts of loosing her soon overcame his bliss. Hawke was everything he could ever have asked for. Loyal, brave, beautiful... All the things he never knew he needed until he met her.
He bent down and lightly kissed the soft skin of her cheeks. He moved over to her lips and placed a kiss there as well.
He was thankful whenever she returned from her tasks unharmed. Many times had he become frightened when it took longer than expected for her to return or when she came back injured. She usually didn't ask him to follow her, wanting to make sure he didn't go unless he really wished to. After his last scare, however, he had told her he wished to remain by her side permanently, during battle and at home. It was the first time he had seen her blush.
Fenris re-positioned himself on the bed and carefully moved her back to his side. It was lucky she was such a heavy sleeper.
Neither had mentioned marriage. Fenris knew it would be the next practical step in their relationship, yet he wasn't sure what Hawke's feelings would be on the matter. They were on the run basically, with no place to call home besides the inn rooms they often would rent on their travels. Would marriage be logical if they had no place to call home?
Hawke murmured something before returning to a peaceful sleep. Fenris yawned lightly, having just realized how late it was getting. He closed his eyes with a smile on his face.
Whether they wed or not, he was happy to be at her side.