"You damn dog, not on the bed!"
Hawke cocked her head and listened outside the door to her bedroom. Strange that Baker was inside the room with Anders. Usually when Anders stayed the night the first thing he did was kick Baker unceremoniously out of the room.
She opened the door to see Baker on his hind legs, front paws balanced on Anders' shoulders. Her eyes went wide, realizing Anders wore nothing but a pair of smalls and that both he and Baker were soaking wet.
"Do I want to know?" Hawke asked.
"Oh bloody… Close the door, please," Anders said, his shoulders slumping. "This is what happens when I try to do something nice."
"You end up in your underclothes hugging my dog?" Hawke asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
"You mentioned the other day that Baker needed a bath, so I thought while you were out…" Anders trailed off as Hawke took Baker's paws and helped him to the ground.
"You'd give him a bath?"
"Exactly," Anders said. "But the blasted animal didn't want to get in the tub. I thought you said he loved baths."
Hawke looked at Anders, his hair down and mused, water trickling down his bare chest. He was a mess and absolutely beautiful. "Perhaps he didn't want a bath when Bodahn bathed him yesterday."
"Ah," Anders said, putting his hands on his hips. He looked at Baker. "Sorry, chap."
"No matter," Hawke said with a smirk, grabbing Baker by the collar and leading him out of the room. She looked at Anders and slowly started unbuttoning her shirt. "Perhaps you could help me with mine, instead?"
