The next morning, Anders woke up on the floor by the hearth, his blankets wrapped around him. Lily was sitting by the fireplace, breathing life to the fire since it had burned out in the night. She was still naked, clinging to her blanket to her chest to cover herself, her hair unbound and flowing down her back. He sighed in happiness, making Lily look at him before smiling.
"Good morning, love." Anders greeted, and Lily grinned at him as she put her poker away, before getting down on her hands and knees, crawling her way over to him like a feline, with a lusty smirk on her face.
He wolf-whistled as Lily crawled over to him. "You are quite the looker, Lily. Has anyone ever told you that? And… with you crawling like that with that expression on your face… you look like a cat, ready to pounce on my body… you little minx." She laughed, before bending over him and kissing his lips, and he couldn't help but sigh. "By the Maker, I could get used to waking up like this." He said as Lily giggled, lying across his chest. "After sleeping on the cold hard ground for years, battling possessed mages, darkspawn and what else, I could definitely get used to this." He peered down at her, "Are you still going to market today?"
Lily nodded, before reaching up over his head, where she had put her parchment. Her blanket shifted as she moved, her bare stomach going in front of his face as she reached, and Anders buried his face into it, nuzzling it and making her giggle when the stubble of his beard tickled her. She pushed away from him, lying on her stomach beside him as she wrote. She scribbled on it before holding it up for Anders to read. Today is the Anniversary of the Founding of Kirkwall. I have an order for flowers in bulk, so I have to deliver them.
"Oh! Is it that time already?" Anders said as he rolled to his side and rested his head on his hand, holding himself up on his elbow, "I haven't seen that festival for a while. Is there dancing and food and fireworks and all that racket?"
She nodded and she scribbled at her parchment again, It is a masked festival, don't you remember? People can go around in disguise, like Orlesian parties.
Anders grinned, "Well, isn't that perfect then? I am an apostate mage… and subsequently, a murderer, so to speak… who wants to attend the festival." He kissed her before slipping her blanket away, baring her body to his gaze. "Would you go to the festival with me, my love? I will wear a disguise and promise you that I will not be seen."
Lily looked down at him, biting her lip, and he kissed her lips to make her stop. "Don't be worried. I promise that no one will ever know about me."
He ran his hand down her bare back, making her shiver in anticipation. Finally she nodded, and Anders grinned.
"There you go! That wasn't so hard, is it? You just say yes, and after you sell your beautiful flowers, we'll go out and party 'til dawn!" Anders said excitedly, and she laughed, but he groaned in wanting again when he saw her nakedness, and he raised himself up to settle on her back, pining her under him as she laid on her stomach on the floor.
"Buuuuutttt… we'll do that later. The people can tolerate you being an hour late, can't they?" He said, before rubbing his length on her bottom, licking the smooth expanse of her back and shoulder, making her moan excitedly. He rubbed the tip of his manhood against her moistening center again, and she gasped, "I have my own fireworks to light up, right here."
Lily's laughter subsided as he kissed her again, his touch warming her faster than her hearth's fire as Anders took her from behind and made love to her.
She soon got to Kirkwall, along with her baskets of flowers… but the towns people were a little miffed at her for being two hours late.