Title: Baths Between Lovers
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Dragon Age
Setting: Various
Pairing: Anders/m!Hawke (Ethan Hawke), Ashaad/Saemus Dumar, Fenris/Carver Hawke, Blackwall/Carver Hawke, Cullen Rutherford/f!Lavellan (Illeah Lavellan), Cullen Rutherford/Dorian Pavus, The Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus, Cole/Dorian Pavus, Zevran Arainai/Alistair Theirin, Alistair Theirin/f!Cousland (Kallianne Cousland), Jarvia/Isabela, Varric Tethras/Merrill, Leliana/Josephine Montilyet
Characters: Anders, Ethan Hawke (m!Hawke), Ashaad, Saemus Dumar, Fenris, Carver Hawke, Blackwall, Cullen Rutherford, Illeah Lavellan (f!Lavellan), Dorian Pavus, The Iron Bull, Cole, Zevran Arainai, Alistair Theirin, Kallianne Cousland (f!Cousland), Jarvia, Isabela, Varric Tethras, Merrill, Leliana, Josephine Montilyet
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: T-M
Chapters: 1/13
Word Count: 547
Type of Work: Drabble Series
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Nudity, romance/fluff, sexual themes (in some), gay, straight, lesbian, slice-of-life
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. However, I do own (to an extent) Ethan Hawke, Illeah Lavellan and Kallianne Cousland.
Summary A series of slice-of-life fics about various pairings I ship and their bath times.
AN: So, I had these ideas a while back, and am finally getting around to writing them. I need some fluff in my life, I've been uber stressed, lately. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter One: Don't Need Much ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The small copper tub was hardly large enough for one man, let alone two, but that wasn't about to stop them, it seemed. Anders had prepared the water as usual, letting down his strawberry blonde hair and shaking his head out; despite him, it remained crinkled around where his ponytail had been, but he quickly didn't have time to care. Strong arms wrapped around his bare chest, hands exploring before sliding down, over his thin stomach and to his hips, making him start with a soft huff when blunt nails dug in against the bone. Hissing slightly, he teasingly splashed at the man behind him, who chuckled and shook his head, kissing a stubbled cheek.
"Are you sure that this tub is big enough for us?" He whispered, eyeing said small enclosure as though it were ready to rise and stomp away.
"Trust me, Ethan, love, you really don't need much. Last I recalled, you loved being forced into close quarters with me." Winking, golden eyes focused back on the soaps he was gathering, before breaking, albeit hesitantly, from his lover's arms. Stepping to the tub, he glanced back, tutting and shaking his head, "Pants off, angelfish."
With a chuckle, the younger blonde shucked the rest of his clothes before moving to stand in the convenient circle of his lover's arms, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. A gentle smile on his lips, Anders slowly sunk down, a few bones giving soft pops and cracks as he rolled to lay as well as he could in the tub. Holding his arms up and giving a 'come hither' gesture with both hands, he relished in the warm press of flesh contrasting the ridiculously hot water at his back. It flowed up over his thighs, and as Ethan settled into his lap, facing him, he made a face as the hot liquid lapped at his rear.
"Did you have to make it so hot?" He murmured, a shudder tearing down his back as he pressed their foreheads together gently.
"The hotter the water, the cleaner you can get, beautiful." Came the response, breathless as he took in the majesty of the man above him. Andraste's tits, but he was a lucky man. In all his life, he hadn't been the most virtuous, he wasn't what he'd call a 'model citizen', but somehow he'd been blessed to have Ethan with him. Thumbs reverently tracing those prominent cheekbones, his breath shaky as he brought the younger in for a long, slow kiss. Soft lips moved carefully, practiced, as the two embraced, all up until something jolted them both enough to smack their heads together.
A loud clang had them both fidgeting and trying to get situated a little better, with the Hawke heir clinging uselessly to his foot and Anders trying to get a hand in to help soothe the pain away.
"Maybe…" He started, having the decency to look sheepish, "Maybe the tub is a bit small…"
"You don't say?" Ethan replied with a frown, finally allowing the blue glow of his lover's hands to work over his aching foot; he could almost feel bones realigning inside their fleshy prison and it made him wince and shudder.
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