"Hawke, sit still," Varric ordered, smoothing out the piece parchment he was writing on before scribbling over a sentence.
"You try being a writing desk for a hour," came Marian's groggy reply.
The Champion was laying on her stomach, sprawled across Varric's massive bed with nothing covering her but a sheet that only went far enough to cover her behind. Varric lay parallel to her, having placed various pieces of parchment around them, as well as the page on her back.
"Next time you write an entry in that diary of yours, remind me to be your writing desk," Varric appeased.
"What's the point of keeping a diary now when you're writing down every adventure of mine?" She asked as she stretched, her back arching. The page Varric was working on slid off to one side so he smoothed his hand over her behind and up her back to put it back, earning a pleased sigh from Marian.
"Not every adventure," he amended. "Besides, you know how fond I am of exaggeration."
"Oh, and what adventures have you omitted?" She asked, genuinely curious.
"Most of the walking, and, of course, anything that takes place within these walls." Varric said, before placing a kiss on her back.
Marian giggled, and turned onto her side so she could better see him. Varric's paper slid behind her, now forgotten by the two of them.
"What? No stories of how a debonair dwarf stole the heart of the Champion of Kirkwall?" She mocked her surprise.
"That is a tale not even I could make people believe. I already amplify your accomplishments, if I add myself as the lover people will think I'm making the entire story up," Varric explained, giving himself leave to laugh at the idea of trying to persuade the drunkards in the Hanged Man that not only did Hawke defeat an Arishok in a duel, but that directly after the battle she ravished the Hanged Man's only consistent resident.
Marian sighed, but grinned at the scoundrel. "I suppose I wouldn't want to tarnish Bianca's name with such a tale." This earned her a deep chuckle from Varric.
"All she asks is that she remains the only lady the adorning public think I love," Varric teased, before moving his hand to Hawke's cheek.
She closed her eyes in appreciation of Varric's words and attentions, and Varric couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight. He made a mental note to write a detailed account of this moment, for their eyes only. He could never dream of sharing moments like these with anyone but Marian.