Dragon Age II
"This is the rule I will most cherish breaking." Anders said softly before leaning in to kiss Hawke. This kiss was sweet, not a burst of passion and lust like the last one. He gently put a hand on her cheek, the other one on her waist.
Hawke bit his lip gently before pulling away and leading him to the bed. She bent one of her legs as she laid back, Anders kneeling over her. He put one leg between hers and then leaned onto his side, not done kissing and holding her yet. He moved a hand to her side, slipping it into her robes and she jerked up, a giggle escaping as she kneed him.
He groaned while rolling his eyes and moved off her to lie on his back, his hands holding the aching spot. "Oh shit," Hawke sat up and knelt by his side. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm just… I'm very ticklish. I should've told you before. Are you okay? Please don't be mad."
"I'm not mad, I'm just in pain. I won't do that again." He chuckled pathetically.
"This isn't a very romantic start." Hawke kissed him on his forehead. "You don't… I mean, you don't need healing right? I got you pretty hard." Anders chuckled at what she said and traced her face again.
"You're good at understatements. I'll be fine. I just… didn't expect to have to cast rock armor to get into your bed, Hawke." They both chuckled.
"I thought you were already hard." She ran a hand down his chest.
"Keep doing that, and it won't take too long until I'm ready again. Three years… Maker I'm an idiot for denying you."
"Yes you are. But I don't want to banter with you right now."
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Hawke gently bit Anders's ear, preventing him from drifting off. Again. "We have things to do today, Hawke. I need to sleep." He mumbled at her, not even opening his eyes this time.
"I know, but you don't need to steal my pillows to do it." She yanked a pillow out from under his head and put it on his chest before snuggling face down into it. He put a hand on her back, still slick with sweat from their exertions and opened his eyes, looking into her deep blue ones. "Come now, Anders, we need to sleep. Surely you can admit to that." The sunrise's light shone through her windows, lighting the room better than the fire's embers.
A short while later, Varric walked into the room, seeing both Hawke and Anders indecently naked, chuckled, apologized, and said he'd wait outside.
"Do we continue? Or do we see what he has to say?" Hawke looked down at Anders, her hair falling onto both of them and obscuring her expression. Anders shrugged eloquently and kissed her, biting on her lower lip as they started to continue.
After they finished, they dressed quickly, Hawke lazily in a tunic and leggings, and Anders without his ever-present jacket.
"A new chapter to your story, Hawke." He said chuckling.
"I'm not going to hide our relationship, but I don't think the entirety of Kirkwall needs to know that I have birthmark on my ass, Varric." Hawke said while taking a chair across from him, gesturing for Anders to do the same.
"Or bite marks, I get it, Hawke." He said with a laugh. "I am sorry that I didn't knock, for what that's worth."
Hawke shrugged, just another memory to repress for the both of them. "You wanted to talk?"
Varric explained to them that he had found Bartrand. They would have to act soon, but he'd like to wait until nightfall. "We'll get him, Varric. Don't doubt that."
"Well, I'll be at the Hanged Man, when you want to leave, come get me." He said before inclining his head slightly and taking his leave.
Hawke stood and looked out the window. One moment of greed had caused her to lose so much. Carver was alive, but she hadn't had enough time to fix their relationship. He never wrote to her, and she had no idea how she would track him down to communicate with him. At least he was alive, but he was still lost to her. If they didn't have to take a winding way out- fight that Ogre, fight one less Darkspawn, even. She could still have her baby brother. They all had the same black hair, and she hated how much she saw him and Bethany in her reflection now.
Anders came up and wrapped his arms around her gently, kissing her cheek. "You need a bath, Anders." She chuckled out. "Very badly. You smell like sex and sweat."
"You don't smell too much better." He loosened his hold as she turned around to face him.
"Lies and slander. I smell like a lady."
"A lady that was just fu-"
Anders cut himself off when he heard the library's door open again. Leandra walked in, and seemed shocked by the presence of the couple. Hawke blushed and jumped away from Anders. "Mother, this is Anders. You met once years ago."
"Yes, I recall." Leandra wasn't stupid; she put the pieces together quickly and blushed slightly. "I thought I heard voices, I figured Bodhan and Sandal were talking to each other." The silence that followed was overwhelming and awkward. "I didn't realize you two were… together."
"It's kind of a long story." Hawke said as she grabbed Anders hand before holding it gently, rubbing her thumb across the back of his hand. "I'd like you to hear it, but… I mean…" They had to do things today, and now with Varric's information, tonight.
"I'm sorry, I have to get back to my clinic and we promised a friend aid with something tonight. Perhaps sometimes soon we can all sit down and talk." Anders interrupted, trying to save Hawke from her stuttering. He knew he would have to explain his… situation to her mother at some point. Hawke had told him once that her mother didn't know a lot of what she did- they both preferred it that way. Leandra had met Varric and Aveline, but she rarely if ever saw anybody else. And she would have to know about Justice.
"I would like that, Anders." Leandra inclined her head slightly and Hawke led Anders out of the library and back up to her room to get ready for the day.
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This was going to be awkward. Not only did Hawke have to introduce Anders to her Mother and say that he was going to move in and that she was in love with him in one sitting. But Hawke would also have to explain about Justice and his clinic, and more about the mage's struggle. Hawke and Leandra were never that close, and her mother didn't know anything about Hawke's involvement with The Circle and Templars. Not since Carver stopped travelling with her.
They were going to all sit together and she was going to explain everything to her mother. Of course, Leandra had noticed that Anders spent his nights here, so that part shouldn't be too bad. Currently, Hawke and her mother were sitting in the library, waiting for Anders to show up. "I do love him." Hawke said randomly, the sentence echoing in her head until her mother responded.
"I figured that much. You spend a lot of time with him."
"This isn't just about that, though. I could do that on my own. He's a mage, I'm not sure if you knew that. A healer. He's very skilled and he's a kind man."
"I understand. Carver spoke of how you two were always bantering and you always brought him along. I know about that. If he's good enough to win my girl's heart, that's enough for me. I'm honored to be formally meeting him."
"Well, keep that in mind when he gets here, which should be any minute." Hawke said before sipping at her wine. She would like to be able to finish this glass. The conversation would be easier, but her throat was closed.
When Anders did walk into the room, Leandra noticed how much her daughter relaxed. A true and relaxed smiled replaced the stressed one she had been forcing. They murmured for a minute before they sat on the loveseat. "Anders… is going to tell you a story, it may seem irrelevant, but I think you need to hear it before we tell you anything else." Hawke said while looking at her feet, her hand gently squeezing Anders's.
He told her, gore aside, of how he was a Grey Warden. About how he met Justice, and left… with Justice. "I came here to help some mages that I knew here as well as because there are no Wardens here in the city. I set up a clinic in Darktown. Mainly for refugees, but there are no healers here- It had to be done. That's where we are a lot. Your daughter is very skilled at potion making. And she has supplied my shop more than a few times over the years."
The silence was deafening. Leandra finally looked up to her daughter. "You trust that he can control this… spirit of Justice?"
"Yes. And if he can't… if he loses control, I'll be there to help. He is no danger unless you attack him."
Leandra nodded.
"There is… one more thing. You may already know." Hawke began. "We… can't tell you everything, but we are involved with the Circle and the Templars. We are trying to end the tyranny that they hold over the mages."
"I don't want to see you hurt. Just promise me that you'll be careful. Both of you."
Hawke bit her lip for a second. "We won't be captured or killed, if that's what you're worried of, Mother. I promise."
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This got stuck in my head. This is not in the same continuity as any of my other DA fics.