Hawke X Merrill Shorts

Chapter 12

Camp

Summary: Hawke and Merrill are forced to share a tent together…

This couldn't be true…

This can't be happening…

This is just a dream…

All these sentences repeated in that order in Merrill's head as she laid down in her own bed roll, looking at the darkness of her tent. Her face however was so red she was scared she glowed in the dark like Fenris would if he was angry or when Anders went all Justice on the team.

Her heart was hammering in her chest as if it was bouncing around in her rib cage as she refused to close her eyes in fear of falling asleep, namely because she was far too nervous to sleep. Why is that? All she had to do was gently and subtly turn her head to peek over her blanket covered shoulder to see her tent mate.

Hawke wasn't dealing with any difficulty with sleep she certain, hearing his gentle relaxed breathing which thankfully wasn't a snore. His back facing her, she could tell he was just as uncomfortable with this sleeping arrangement, courtesy of Isabela who just so happened to *ahem*, misplaced the other camping kit.

Suffice it to say Isabela shared with Hawke's sister a tent and Varric shared his own with Fenris, leaving the elf and warrior to share one between them. She had a worrying feeling the others, excluding Fenris, may have had a hand in Isabela's plot.

It was no secret among the party that Merrill had developed feelings for the human warrior, and how could she not? He was a kind hearted man who treated her with respect and kindness, he protected her from the worst of Kirkwall and even gone out of his way to spend more time with her. It also helped he was drop dead gorgeous, luscious black hair and a small beard, kind hearted soft blue eyes, and that muscular body she caught once…

Creators forgive her but she drools every time she even thought of…speaking of which she quickly rubbed her jaw from saliva. So yes she felt extremely nervous sharing a bed with him, granted the two blankets separated them from physical contact sure but the very fact he was this close to her, just a sheet away from her touching his toned body did nothing to help her sleep.

She feared if she did sleep, she would probably stay in whatever dream her naughty mind came up with.

Suddenly she felt the human shift in his sleep, a gentle grunt escaping his lips as she heard the rustle of the blanket covering him. Then through sheer force of will she managed to keep in her squeak of surprise when suddenly she felt his strong powerful arm wrap around her tiny frame. She could feel her cheeks practically burn bright red as she was pulled into Hawke, feeling that toned chest through his thin tunic and her own light nightdress did little for her.

She was definitely not sleeping tonight…and she couldn't be happier…

A/N: Short I know but one shorts aren't meant to be EXTREMELY long, just little bits. I know some people would prefer longer ones understandingly but between CAD and my own work these tales are gonna be short for those wondering.

So I'm sorry to say, but the next chapter of CAD isn't coming this week. I haven't finished my other project last week and I wanna get it done before continuing on with CAD, so I'm sorry for the delay in this chapter. So to "compensate" for this, I'll be posting a chapter for this short for the rest of the week.

If you people have an idea for this series please let me know or have a theme you wanna see happen, do ahead and ask.

Also if anyone is hoping for a lemon or smut story with these two, I'm afraid I don't have the talent for that.

Thanks for reading and I'll see you guys and gals soon take care!