The Years in Between 14
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Fenris and Hawke sat on opposite ends of the couch in silence as Isabela paced before them. Hawke raised her eyes to meet the elf's with a small smile. Having the pirate walk in on them was not something she had thought of. Fenris gave her his signature half smirk before Isabela cleared her throat and they both looked up at her.
"So I'm curious as to if you two have been doing it behind my back the whole time, or if I interrupted you," Isabela crossed her arms, with a glint of mischief in her eye and Hawke sighed.
"We haven't had sex Isabela,"
"Hawke, our affairs have nothing to do with this wench. Do not tell her such things," Fenris glared at Isabela who laughed.
"I will find out either way Fenny. So, you two can't have sex for at least two months." Isabela said firmly.
"Pardon?" Hawke raised an eyebrow at the pirate.
"I have it down that you will sleep with each other before your birthday Hawke. If you do it now I lose to Varric,"
"That's it come here Fenris," Hawke smiled as he looked confused.
"Wait, Hawke…" Fenris stood with a blush leaving a disappointed rogue on the couch.
"That's it Fenny; keep her waiting. Two months remember," Isabela said firmly with a smile.
"I am not talking to you," Fenris growled before he went to his room with a sigh.
Isabela laughed and Hawke sighed and sunk her face into the soft leather. She lay face down and waited for what seemed like an eternity for the pirate to stop laughing. Hawke turned her face to see the pirate begin to compose herself with a glare.
"Seriously Isabela? You couldn't have found some Antivan guy and left me to Fens?" Hawke growled
"Oh Kitten; I didn't know that you two were still going for it. I thought you had fallen out. If you had told us then I would have taken Anders for a night on the town." Isabela smiled and Hawke sighed.
"I knew I should have just told you. It will take me ages to seduce him like that again." Hawke sighed as she pulled down the large shirt.
"If you want I can slip a pill into his drink. Will make him as horny as anything," Isabela smiled
"Sounds interesting; but when I get him, it's gonna be good," Hawke sang with a smile.
"You're not going to let him out of Antiva without having a ride are you?" Isabela grinned.
"Wouldn't have put it like that but basically." Hawke smiled before she sat up and looked to Fenris' room door. "Fenris sweetie; you're screwed,"
The night in Antiva city was alive with activity. Small shops brought out fresh drinks as locals sang and danced in the large streets. The stars shone brightly above in the dark sky; and lanterns; of all sizes and colours lines the streets from wires across the way, zigzagging in all directions. Hawke walked along with Isabela at her side and Fenris and Anders following them.
They stopped several times along the market, buying a few drinks, or just to have a wander at the local stalls and merchandise. Hunger caught up with them, and Anders found a small café that served them dinner in a small side road. Antivan food was very spicy but Isabela said it was nothing like traditional Rivanni food. Apparently it could, quote: 'blow a cock off it's so fiery'. Hawke was less keen on trying Rivanni food after that. She downed her third glass of water in that short period and Fenris struggled to keep a straight face.
"Maker's balls this is spicy," Hawke gasped out and Isabela laughed loudly.
"Oh sweetling; your just precious," The pirate half hugged her and Hawke shot her a warning look, the effect failing on her flushed features.
"Hey most food I've tried from a foreign land is awful. Orlesian cooking is too fussy and from what I see they only give you half a spoonful, if you're lucky. I mean who would pay all that money just to starve to death?" Hawke rambled as Anders and Isabela laughed, "I'm serious! And Antivan food is too spicy, delicious, but spicy. I prefer good old Ferelden food,"
"Oh Messere, you're are Ferelden, correct?" The young waiter asked, his Antivan accent a sweet sound on her ears.
"We both are," Hawke pointed to herself and Anders who nodded calmly.
"In that case, we have something that may cool your tongue," he smiled and Hawke nodded as he went away. The waiter returned a few minutes later with a large glass filled with a creamy liquid, and Hawke raised an eyebrow at him. "Trust me my lady, it shall not bite," he laughed and Hawke took a tentative sip.
"Oh Maker this is so good," Hawke said stunned as she took another drink. "And it's taken away the sting of the spices,"
"A travelling bunch of Ferelden's came through a few years ago, and they had the same problem. One asked to make this and we serve it to those whose tongues are not used to the many… flavours of Antiva,"
"Ohh I like him," Isabela winked at him before he smiled and returned to his other duties.
"Anders, do you need a drink?" Hawke offered it to the mage who smiled.
"I thought you'd never ask," He laughed as he took a drink, "I've tasted this before…. What does it taste like?" Anders mused
"A cross between vanilla, honeysuckle and milk. It does for me anyway," Hawke poured half into his glass and Isabela laughed, pulling her seat closer to Fenris, who watched her carefully.
"See these two Fenny? They can't handle the food of spices like us Tevinters and Rivainni. We've grown up on this food, spices are in our blood" She smiled and Fenris looked at them with a dark expression.
"You are thinking of Tevinter food for lords, magister's and the wealthy. Slaves do not get the luxury of spices or lavish meals."
"Oh." Isabela said as silence fell on the table and Hawke sighed before she smiled.
"Then you must be suffering too, have some," Hawke handed him her glass with a reassuring smile and he sighed softly.
"Thank you, this was most kind."
After that awkwardness, everyone seemed to relax for a while as they listened to talks about the on goings of the city. Eventually, curiosity overcame them and they went in search of the famous Antivan nightlife. The crowds seemed to lead in the direction of a large square, with a fountain carved into stone by the walls. They walked along the widening roads and Isabela grinned as she was pulled into a dance, and Hawke stepped back in order to avoid joining in. Isabela was spun around the wide street with many others to the fast beat of Antivan music.
Anders was pulled by a small elven girl and was dragged into the centre of the dance, obviously distressed by the unfamiliar lands and customs. Hawke and Fenris leant against a stone wall and watched for the occasional graceful glimpse of Isabela or the stumbling mess of Anders amongst the crowd. Fenris was shoved back by a few locals, unaware of him and he stumbled into Hawke. She looked up at him with a smile.
"Hey sweetie," Hawke smiled mischievously.
"Hello. Based on my previous experience with your dancing; I take it you would not rather dance?" Fenris smiled as she gave him a chuckle.
"Only if you wish to lose your feet,"
"I will take the risk," He smiled
"Fenris, no." Hawke said warningly and he raised an eyebrow,
"Tough," he grabbed her hand and pulled her along ignoring her giggling protests. Fenris spun her close, wrapping an arm around her waist. Hawke laughed as he led her in time with the dance. Hawke saw Isabela had traded partners to Anders who looked slightly relieved to be with a friend. Hawke didn't get much time to see them as Fenris spun her again and she squealed with laughter.
"Fenris, you're making me dizzy," Hawke smiled
"Good, then it will be easy for me to sweep you off your feet," Fenris grinned as her eyes widened.
"No,"
"Hmm… yes," Fenris lifted her as he spun her. Hawke shrieked with joy before she started laughing. A few locals rolled their eyes and laughed, assuming a young couple in love enjoying a dance. Fenirs slowed down his spinning and lowered Hawke down so she was still off the ground, but her face was above his. Hawke smiled at him as Fenris' eyes were firmly on her, caring not who saw. The pirate already knew; the abomination might as well. Fenris smiled as she leant down and kissed his lips tenderly, to him it didn't matter when they would finally be able to share their relationship; she was his.
Hawke loved the soft feel of his lips on his. She pulled back a short distance and looked into his eyes with a smile.
"What?" He chuckled.
"I think I love you."
Fenris' eyes widened and Hawke gasped as she realised what she had just said.
She shouldn't have said the 'L' word.
They weren't ready for the 'L' word.
She wasn't ready for the 'L' word.
Love.
Did she love him? She was certainly fond of him, and the passion between them could enflame a city… But love?
Hawke swallowed as he set her down. He looked confused and shocked above anything else.
"Fenris, I'm sorry… I… I don't know what came over me," Hawke said as her eyes searched frantically for any sign of Isabela or Anders.
"Hawke…I… I-" Fenris never finished his sentence as a very large couple bashed into them, sending them splashing into the fountain. Several gasps went around and the music stopped, as everyone looked over to see an almost livid Fenirs and Hawke with her red hair soaked and plastered to her face. Hawke was silent a few seconds before she burst out in a loud laughter.
Isabela and Anders looked with confusion before they laughed at the sight of their fearless leader sitting waist deep in freezing water, killing herself laughing. Fenris looked at her for a bit before he chuckled and stood up and pushed his wet silvery hair from his face, before he held a hand out for her. Hawke looked up at him before she grinned as she pulled him back down into the water.
Laughter roared through the square at the sight of the soaked foreigners. Hawke stood up and bowed dramatically to the crowd with a grin.
"Thank you Antiva City. I'll be here all week," She laughed before Isabela and Anders pulled her and Fenris out of the fountain.
"Well… that's one way to get your name known across Thedas," Anders smirked at Hawke who rang out her wet hair over the fountain, the water flowing freely from it.
"On the bright side; neither of us have to clean out armour." Hawke nudged Fenirs playfully before he sent a joke scowl at her.
"Why did you pull me back in? Despite the heat it was freezing," He scowled
"It was fun and I'm finally cool," Hawke laughed as Isabela tossed a towel to Fenris and wrapped Hawke in another, with a hug.
"Hawke, I'm starting to think that was your plan all along," Hawke shushed the pirate and Fenris chuckled, ignoring the look of contusion from Anders and Isabela.
He was having fun.
Hawke dried her hair with the towel on the couch, sitting next to a partially dry Fenris. They were sitting in breeches and large shirts as Isabela had demanded they get out of the wet clothes before they caught their death.
Say what you like about Isablea, but she knows her stuff when it comes to keeping sickness away.
"And here is some warm tea for our soaking couple." Isabela handed her and Fenrs some tea, Hawke inclined her head to see Anders, who was cleaning up the mess Isabela had made. "Well Kitten I always knew he would get you wet; but I didn't expect you to do it in such a public place," the pirate laughed and Hawke chuckled.
"Oh yeah Bela. I'm enjoying this so much right now." Hawke said in a monotonous voice as the pirate rolled her eyes.
"Well you need to sit by the fire for a little while longer, burn the cold out of you. And if you come to bed freezing, Hawke I will actually kill you." Isabela smiled with a wink before she went to their shared room. Anders sat across in the spare chair with a smile.
"Are you both alright? Did you hurt your head or anything?"
"No I'm good, Fenris?" Hawke asked and he shrugged.
"I am fine." Hawke rolled her eyes before she turned back to Anders.
"How have you been? Has Justice been calm or is he going a bit mad?" Hawke asked jokingly as Anders chuckled.
"He is good, and so am I. I'm a little worried about the Antivan Templars though. I haven't seen any but I know they're out there. We just have to hope they don't realised I'm a mage before we get out of here," Anders said as he watched the fire crackle.
"Well we should be out of here before the week's end; if luck is with us and this Román has the fabric we're looking for." Hawke shrugged.
"Maybe; but if tonight was any indication, luck is not your strong point in Antiva," Anders laughed before he stood. "If either of you feel worse in the night, give me a shout and I'll see what I can do,"
"Good night," Hawke smiled as he nodded back. The door to Anders room closed and Hawke stared at the fire, afraid to say anything to Fenris. She didn't mean to say she loved him; it just sort of… slipped out. Maybe it was the wine, or the strange spices, or the excitement of the evening or maybe a mixture of it all, she didn't know… but it felt good to say the words. She wasn't ready, he wasn't either.
But she knew it was true.
This was totally going to ruin her 'just go with it' plan. Fenris was probably freaking out in his mind right now.
"Look, Fenris I-"
"No need, I understand you misspoke." Fenris said calmly and she turned to face him. He was completely calm, which confused Hawke.
"No, I do care for you Fenris… but I don't know if it's lo- you know." Hawke mentally slapped herself for blushing.
"And I you. I agree that this was a bit of a misunderstanding," fenris smiled and Hawke breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you Fenris," Hawke smiled before he gave her a soft kiss on her lips.
"Perhaps it is best if we go to bed; all the excitement of today had drained me," fenris smiled as she kissed him.
"Together?"
"Not tonight my Hawke. Not tonight,"
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