Ambiguous Rubbish: the Smut Files
A series of Jowan/Vhaaja Drabbles

a/n: I started writing about a couple nice little drabbles. They take place in my 'Giving Desire her Due' universe, but aren't exactly canon to the story, if you catch my meaning. They are just for fun. I don't think they are too spoiler-ish. If I get a assertion to the contrary I'll remove them.

Good Sandwich

"It's really coming down out there," Jowan said peering out the glass window. It'd been snowing all day, covering the world in pristine white. Night had fallen and there was still no sign it was lightening up.

"Which is why you should close the shutters and come sit with me by the fire." Vhaaja answered, swirling the goblet of wine in one hand, a book cradled in the other. The way her brows knitted together, he could tell she was trying to picture something in her mind's eye. She was nestled on what Jowan considered the most flamboyant and ugly piece of furniture he'd ever laid eyes upon. It wasn't just purple, it was bright magenta with a floral pattern to the fabric in a darker purple. But she loved it, and thus he found himself tolerating the monstrosity.

"It may still be a novelty to you, my dove, but I've had enough of snow to last me a lifetime. If I could hibernate like a bear, you'd not find me until spring. We should send the darkspawn a note purposing a truce until the snow melts." As she rambled, telling him every thought as it occurred to her. She was finally comfortable within these stone walls, a small miracle to be sure. His bobcat had been jumpy and tense the first few weeks. He moved away from the window and behind her. After a quick glance at the pages, Jowan leaned forward and plucked the book from her hand. She almost made a jump for the book, but at the last moment remembered her wine. She settled for a heavy sigh and a petulant glare.

"What is an 'Antivan Milk Sandwich…'" His own brow knitted. Jowan's eyes glided quickly down the page. An 'oh' escaped him as he tilted his head slightly, his nose wrinkling at the mental image.

"Its not as fun as it sounds," Vhaaja quipped without thinking, the next instant clasping a hand over her mouth. It only muffled her laughter, her amusement showing clearly as her eyes danced. Which only served to pique his interest further. She saw the unasked question in his suspicious expression. "Its been years, and I haven't done it with anyone here."

"Funny how Anders is snowed in at the Crown and Lion as you say that," he sighed. He gently pushed her legs away to sit beside her, returning the book to her with an outstretched hand. She tossed the thing over her shoulder. It landed with a bounce on the bed they shared. Apparently he was more interesting, not that he was surprised. Vhaaja was highly susceptible to distraction. Either that or he was good at being distracting. A win was a win.

"What can I say? It was a crazy two weeks. Which let me remind you, ended with me in the custody of the Chantry, via my absolute favorite order of knights. Which lead to me traipsing across Ferelden after a Grey Warden, which lead me on the scenic tour of Highever's dungeons during that that whole dreadful affair and then…" her gaze turned wicked, leveling on him with that grin. He hated that grin. "I met you. Should be thanking the knicker-weasel."

"I'll make sure to put him on my Satinalia list," sarcasm bled from his tone. Vhaaja finished her wine, and set the goblet by the couch's leg. She then closed the distance remaining between them, unabashed in her affections.

"Should make it something special," she teased at length, placing her head on his shoulder. She looked up at him through half-lidded lashes. He recognized the want there, behind her bistre gaze. "It was a good sandwich."

Jowan awarded this with his best imitation angry face, taking the teasing in stride. It was how his bobcat said she loved him. As he feigned hurt and made to push her away she leaned in, her warm breath tickling his ear. "But we could make a better one. I'm sure Sigrun would be up for it, and Nathaniel does own me that big favor."

He caught her lips with his, she murmured softly in response before she started to fumbled with the ties of his robe. When he'd pulled himself away from her for a moment, he managed a reply. "It can wait, I'm still savoring what I have"