A Fenhawke combination of me being having a really horrible time sleeping lately, having really weird dreams, and trying to get my new anti-depressants to work. (they are btw, I feel fine, just really sleepy usually.)

The basic idea was "one of the first times Fenris independently holds Hawke's hand when they first get back together" and turned into "Hawke is super scared of upsetting Fenris and him leaving again, but Fenris is done with all this dancing around, he wants that Hawke affection and he wants it now damn it".

Disclaimer-I do own a physical copy of the games, not really anything more.

Hawke tentatively took a seat next to Fenris as the elf carefully scanned a rather well-worn tomb, his lips moving soundlessly as he silently sounded out the words on the page before him.

The elf's shoulders visibly tensed when Hawke took their seat beside him, causing Hawke to immediately tense up as well and move away for Fenris. The champion and elf's relationship was still newly renewed and fragile, and the champion did not want to push their elven companion before he was comfortable, the champion's fear of scaring the elf off again still lingered fiercely, firm and unyielding within them.

"Sorry…" Hawke began. Their voice soft and meek, trailing off into a short pause until the elf's eyes flicked up to meet their own pair. "Do you mind if I sit here?" they inclined their head gently to the empty seat next to their companion, the one they themselves had just vacated.

Fenris blinked owlishly at the human for a moment before he turned back to his book.

"It's your house, Hawke. Sit wherever you want." Fenris said simply, the book he held in his hands sufficiently hiding his softening expression and gentle smile from Hawke's eyes as he relaxed from the surprise that had made him tense up in the first place.

"You can still tell me if you don't want me near to be near you, if you're having a bad day or something and are sensitive, you know?" Hawke stated firmly, twisting their hands together nervously but their eyes clear and locked with the elf's, their tone serious.

Fenris sighed softly and gently patted the spot beside him. "Yes Hawke. You may sit next to me." He stated just as seriously, small warm smile still upon his face.

"Oh! Good, good!" Hawke said quickly. They took back their seat from earlier next to the elf carefully, shifting around to make sure that they didn't accidentally brush up against or lean against Fenris by mistake.

Fenris sighed again, louder and more exaggerated this time, green eyes rolling as he pushed up into Hawke and tightly laced the fingers of one of his hands with theirs, careful so as to not drop his book, and buried himself back in his reading while comfortably slumped against his lover.

Hawke tensed up at first but only took a moment to relax against Fenris as well, their chin resting on his head so they also read along with him as they sat curled comfortably around each other.

"Good book?" Hawke murmured in Fenris' ear after a while of them simply being cuddled up together, book nearly forgotten where it drooped from Fenris' hands while he melted into Hawke's embrace. The champion snickered under their breath, noting how Fenris' ears perked up when they spoke.

Green eyes blinked for a second before Fenris turned back to look at Hawke, cuddling closer into them. "I had honestly forgotten what I was reading," the elf whispered back, his voice mixed with a comfortable yawn, causing Hawke to giggle while Fenris brought their still tightly laced hands up to lightly brush kisses along the champion's knuckles and fingers.