Hawke sauntered into Fenris' estate after a long night in the hanged man, coming into the main room to find his leg draped over the large chair, reading to himself by the light of the fireplace.
It was always so cute, sneaking up on him reading - his brow furrowed tight as he concentrated on every word, sometimes small emotions playing across his face - letting you know when he came over a good part.
It was her giggle at this that made him look up, closing the book and placing to his side, smiling up at his lover.
"It's late, Hawke. Is everything alright?"
She smiled, continuing her seductive walk until she tripped over something sharp, shouting "OW!" as she started to fall, but of course the elf's reflexes were sharper than the dagger she tripped on and he caught her, chuckling.
"You smell like The Hanged Man," He smiled, moving the hair out of her face and then slipping his other arm under her legs, picking her up and carrying her up the stairs to his room. "Did you hurt yourself?"
She blushed, "Only my pride. I'm fine," she giggled.
"Only one way to make sure."
He laid her on his bed and she sat up, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him, and they were both lost to the feeling, doing nothing but cradling each others' faces in the others hands, kissing for what felt like hours.
It felt good to get lost in each other once in a while, especially after a night of drinking with a frisky pirate and a braggy dwarf.
Hawke smiled when she took a breath from their feverish kissing and thought to herself that life was good, but even better with lips like his to kiss.
